I awoke to the Sunday afternoon sun shining on my face through the bedroom window. I was lying naked in my bed, having kicked all the sheets and covers onto the floor in my sleep. My body felt as heavy as lead trying to get up; it took a few minutes for me not to fall back asleep, but I had to get up.
I sat down on the toilet and aimed my caged penis down so that I could empty my bladder.
"Fuck me..." I groaned.
I rubbed at the soreness in my shoulder, trying to recall what I had done to it last night. My memory was fuzzy after taking those shots with Xander and the girls.
After I cleaned up and got dressed I checked my phone and was surprised to find 4 unread text messages from Leah. As I quickly swiped through them to read, my heart rate increased and that uneasy feeling in my chest returned.
Omg! I'm so sorry! My phone died.
Didn't realize it was dead, didn't kno you had texted me back, oof!
Ty didn't hav a charger that fit my phone, so he bought me 1
Taking me to lunch, bback home after. Luv u!
"Thank God..." I sighed while staring up at the ceiling. I noticed she had typed in his name: Ty. I wondered if she did it on accident or was she sort of teasing me? Either way, it was a relief to know that she was okay. Even though it tickled my inner masochist, I was still a tiny bit irritated by the whole thing. I tapped out a quick reply, telling her I'd be home and waiting for her.
For the next several hours I paced around the house, trying to find things to keep me busy, but of course, nothing worked. I wondered if she was telling the truth about the charger. Why couldn't she have just used Kivon or Ty's phone anyway? Most of all I wondered what kind of debauchery my young wife had gotten herself into all weekend.
I might never know, at least for a while, because of the rules I imposed on myself about being kept in the dark. My mind showed me flashes of Leah in the middle of a gang bang, being relentlessly fucked by half a dozen buff black men with long wet cocks. My wife being slammed hard from behind by this Ty guy with her phone on the floor buzzing with my ignored texts. These thoughts left me emotionally exhausted and my dick straining in its cage, desperate to be erect.
Then my brain showed me a brief slideshow of last night, of me drunkenly taking a shower downstairs and then...
I rubbed my eyes and fell onto the couch with a grunt. My shoulder still throbbed, but the pain in my heart overshadowed it. I tried to relax and just wait for my wife, so I moved to pick up the television remote when I felt something poking me in the butt. I turned to see what it was only to discover my old wooden baseball bat. I picked it up and examined it in my hands.
That's when I remembered that pale, twisted face
. The trembling silhouette behind the shower curtains, me holding the door with sweaty palms.
My eyes glared up at the guest bathroom door.
"F-for fuck sake, get a grip, Jim," I told myself out loud.
It was just a dream. Another nightmare. Too much stress is all. Just one more week and it's all gravy from here I told myself. I hesitated another long moment and then decided I'd go inspect the guest bathroom but was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
Leah kicked the door closed behind her, and then carefully sat down several large plastic bags she was carrying. I didn't recognize her outfit, it must have been new. She was dressed in a white plaid crop top, short shorts, a denim cropped jacket, and white sneakers. Her eyes were obscured by round sunglasses which were also new. Her beautiful milky skin had been kissed with a light tan as well.
My heart burst with love at seeing my gorgeous young wife again, seeing her standing there made me realize I had missed her even more than I thought. The aura about her seemed so different; us being apart, and her with those other men had already made a noticeable change. It frightened me and aroused me at the same time seeing how her black lovers were changing her in more ways than one.
"Hey, sweetie!" She beamed her beautiful white smile and trotted up to me. Her voice sounded slightly raspy.
"Hey, baby."
When we embraced I hugged her to me as tight as I could without hurting her. She smelled like strawberries and sunshine. She took off her sunglasses and kissed me passionately, her little hands running up through my hair. Leah's lovely, puffy lips and tongue tasted magical on mine. I could taste a hint of the mint gum she must have been chewing on the way home. We made out like newlyweds, I just wanted to hold her and love her. Time seemed to melt for me, it was the longest I'd been away from my wife since we had been married two short years ago.
Leah finally broke our soul kiss and looked up at me with her sparkly blue eyes. I wondered what was going on behind them at this moment. What was she really thinking? She leaned into my chest, her arms hung lazily around my neck, her sunglasses dangling between two fingers.
"Miss me?" she giggled, "I had so much fun, baby. I got to-" she cleared her throat and covered her mouth in mock shock, "Oh wait! It's none of your business, is it?"
I felt a pang of insecurity in my heart but a tingling in my loins. My cheeks burned with humiliation, but I hugged her back to me.
"Yeah, yeah okay but... Maybe you could tell me a little?" I asked softly.
Leah spun around and walked towards the stairs, her little ass swaying hypnotically.
"Nope, now get my bags for me," she quickly motioned with her hand.
I felt my cage constricting me as I went to pick up her bags as if I were her servant. A quick examination revealed more new clothes and makeup. Leah answered me as if she could read my mind.
"Ty took me shopping. He's rich as fuck, and let me get whatever I wanted," she said casually as she climbed the stairs to our bedroom.
"Ty? Kivon's friend?" I asked as I followed her up to the bedroom.
"Mhm," she motioned for me to place the bags on the floor next to the vanity, "God he's hot, Jim. I like, fucking melted when I first saw him."
Leah sat her purse down and took a seat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs expectantly. I put the bags down with care and then walked up to her. I think I was trembling a little, but I was too focused on her to tell. She watched me through heavy eyelids, her lips slightly parted.
She coughed and then cleared her throat again, "Jesus, Ty," she giggled, "if only I knew '
lunch
' was getting my throat destroyed."
My penis lurched in its prison and I felt butterflies in my stomach. She had to get one last taste of black cock before she would come home to me.
"He must be-"
"Big," she finished my question for me, "Ty's got the thickest cock I've ever seen, sweetie."
I stared down at my beautiful wife as she nonchalantly dropped all these devilish bombs. There was no telling what all she had gotten up to this weekend, and I'd probably never know. As frustrating as it all was, it gave me an incredible dark thrill that took my breath away.
Leah gently ran her fingertips up my stomach over my shirt and held them there. I noticed she wasn't wearing her wedding ring, and that made me sad.
"My sweet, darling hubby," she cooed, "I thought about you, ya know."
