-------------------------- Spoiled Grace (M+F, wife, intr, hum ) by Wanda
Ego
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When I joined the Army officer's training program, I was married to a
very sexy woman named Alyssa. A vision of beauty and grace, Alyssa stands
five feet seven. Her height and family money were the only things that
negated a lucrative career in modeling. With short auburn hair, cut above
the shoulder, her lithe build and vibrantly upturned small breasts make her
timelessly desirable. As children, our parents had adjacent farms, so we
grew up with each other, and formed a cherished friendship. Although her
family was considerably wealthier than mine was, there was nothing but
genuine amity between our clans. Spending most of our leisure time
together, childhood memories included Alyssa cheering me through little
league games, and in turn, I was always eager to watch her piano recitals.
In high school, when our bodies changed, our friendship evolved in natural
course. Not a single person in town was shocked when we started dating.
After high school, we announced our engagement and married the day before I
joined the Army. We were stationed at a large base in rural Texas, and
adapted to our new environment well. Basic training was difficult, and the
college courses were challenging, but there was always my Alyssa to come
home to at the end of the day.
Back in Wisconsin where we come grew up, there weren't any minorities
around, and neither of us were used to dealing with them. As time went by
I became friends with a couple of black guys, and often spent time with
them off-duty, going to base picnics and such. It took about three weeks
before Alyssa come around a bit to tolerate them. Its not that we were
racist, but rather that we weren't familiar with them. One hot summer
night in June, it was my turn to host the weekly poker game so all six of
us guys took over the deck drinking beer and playing cards. There was
Jimmy, Mike, Walter, Tyrea, and Otouches. Mike and Walter were white,
while the others were black. Most of us were the same age and have the
same rank of corporal, while Otouches is a 50 something career private,
rumour has it he's a bit slow. The night went well, and I ended up winning
the most cash. While counting my winnings after the guys had left, it was
a bit of a shock to see my wife Alyssa pouting as she joined me on the
deck.
"What's the matter sweetie?"
"I don't know Cliff, you'll probably think I'm being silly, but..."
I took her dainty white hands in my own, "What is it 'lyssa? Tell me
what's making you pout." She exhales deeply and looks into my eyes, "It's
not that I have a problem with your poker night, hon, I know it makes you
happy, but," and she paused as though to reconsider, "I don't want you to
invite one of guy over next time you play." I smile in shock, wondering
what my wife has against the most polite guys on the base, "who baby?" "The
fat guy, I don't know his name, but he's black."
So that was it, I thought, she didn't actually like black people coming
over, "You mean Otouches? It can't be because he's black hon, right?"
She laughed, "no, no, it's not because he's black, or because he's fat
and gross looking."
"Then why? I won't invite him over, but I want to know why I have to
exclude him, and he is a nice guy."
"That I'm not so sure about."
"I don't understand, tell me what's on your mind."
She gets up an begins to pace nervously, "Okay, about an hour ago that
guy walks into our house to use our bathroom."
"What's the matter, he didn't ask first?"
"No, let me finish, he goes down the hall, to use it, and I remember
that I need something from our bedroom so I walk by the bathroom. The
goddamned bathroom door is open at least halfway, and there he is, peeing
loudly, with his fat black ass hanging out for the world to see."
"Okay so he made a faux-pas, dear, everyone can do that kind of thing
after a few beers, right."
"Yah," she stammers, "but then he passed wind really loudly and turned
around and asked me 'Ya wanna see mah dick missus Jordan'. But that's not
all, he's not paying attention and ends up peeing on the floor!"
In shock I sober up quite a bit, and nervously ask, "what did you do?"
She said as she stood there, shocked by his gall and then walked by
ignoring him as he looked at her with a thick-lipped smile. "I figured he
was drunk and didn't know what he was doing, but I don't want him here
again. I was scarred Cliff!" She made me swear not to say anything to
Otouches, in case he had forgotten but that he was not welcome at our home.
I nodded, a bit angry now and agreed without any stipulations. At work, I
almost asked Otouches about it, but I was somewhat afraid of him because of
his size and the aggressive attitude he wears. I mean we're friends and
all, but he still intimidates me, and I think he knows it. Well, at least
he won't know he's not invited to our house for another 5 weeks.
Three weeks later, our poker game was cancelled because the guys in my
platoon and all our wives were throwing a retirement party for sergeant
Wallace at the lake. The day consisted of sunbathing, Frisbee, football,
swimming, and naturally drinking and a barbeque that extended well into the
evening. I wore shorts and a golf shirt, while Alyssa (always the fashion
plate) wore a black bodysuit, covered with a black tank top and skirt. I
was tempted to ask her to lose the top, but she would never go that far.
Everyone was friendly and having an excellent time, until the early evening
when Otouches decided to move his heaping plate of food to our picnic table
and stuff his face like a pig at the trough. Alyssa looked about ready to
wretch, as she got up, kissed me on the cheek and left the table with her
food untouched to talk with a gathering of army wives 40 feet away. I'm
not sure if Otouches noticed, but everyone else did. I ended up confiding
my problem, minus the graphic details to one of the guys, Larnel. He shook
his head, "dat boy shoo is rude, gots no manners. But he's a pal, so what
can you do?"
"Yah, not much." He noticed my distress, "I'll see what I can do ta fix
thangs, Cliff, don't you worry I gots just da right idea."
I assumed the issue was dead, or at least swept under the rug so I was
shocked out of my wits when I wandered past a pile of boulders on the beach
to find my Alyssa drinking beer with a small group of wives, some of the
guys in my squad, and non other than Otouches. I stood back to take in the
site, before I walk into the scene to a round of greetings, including a
slurry, "hey baby," from Alyssa. It turns out, they are playing cards,
poker by the looks of it. Alyssa turns to me, "I've got an idea, lets play
strip poker!"
I'm hammered but I'm not sure about this, "okay" I reluctantly agree.
In quick time, all the other wives and many of the guys shake their heads
and leave. We continue to drink like fish and play. Alyssa and I do quite
well at first, playing as a team, with many of the guys down to their
shorts. While the other 4 guys are decent in build, Otouches is kind of a
disgrace to male physique, with his fat hairy belly pouring over his tight
boxer shorts, staining them with sweat. He doesn't seem to notice his
disparity however, as he laughs out-loud. Every so often, I even catch his
ugly pockmarked mug glancing at Alyssa. Soon enough the hard liquor comes
out and takes its toll. I'm having trouble keeping our hand in front of my
face, while Alyssa whispers that she's seeing double. Soon enough it's her
turn to loose some clothing, which ends up being her skirt. The guys are
begging to loose their cool now, and a couple of guys loose everything and
end up sitting out. When Alyssa looses her top, everyone cheers, as her
perky breasts are uncovered. I loose my shorts next, so there's nothing I
can do to hide my erection. The other two guys are also sporting a similar
state, but they are smaller than me, I notice with pride. I glance at my
wife with a smile, but she's not looking at me, rather she's looking over
at Otouches, not even trying to hide her curiosity. A bit perturbed, I
look over. My stomach tightens and for the first time tonight, I feel
nervous, even a bit scarred. The fat nigger is sitting with his beefy legs
spread, and under that mound of belly, poking out the bottom of his shorts
is a purple object the size of an orange. For a full 30 seconds, we both
stare at the drooling, monster lying on the sand.
"I guess, that bitch wife of yo likes what she sees Cliff," In shock I
turn back to the game, "Alyssa, pay attention, hon," I say nervously.
"Sorry baby," she slurs, before leaning against a
and opening her
legs a bit. At this point, I loose motor control and fall back against a
. Otouches stands up and smacks his belly, "I guess it time to sho you
who da real boss around here. You here me college boy." I moan, and try to
move without success.
"I'm gonna fuck that snotty attitude outta yo bitch." Alyssa sat there
paralysed, seemingly paralysed as Otouches lumbered into our midst. He
wants to fuck my wife! Oh shit, I try to get up and say something but I
can't, as my aching hard-on stirs understanding nothing of morality. He
stops and licks his lips at the sight of my auburn-haired wife, horrified
in paralysis with nothing but a transparent black bodysuit to separate her
divine flesh from his gaze. I hated myself at that moment, but I was
hornier than I could ever recall. I wanted to watch this! Otouches
smacked his lips and moved his fat body over to Alyssa, who looked ready to
scream, cry and run away at the same time. He stopped a few feet away and
yanked his trunks down. Alyssa looked down and fainted, right there. I
looked over at the guys with a pained expression, but they seem more intent
on watching, as they begin to stroke themselves.
Otouches looks down at Alyssa, crumpled on the ground, senses dead to
the scene around. He laughed and turned around. I almost fainted. That
fat nigger, had a dick that looked like a fucking cobassa, a huge, fucking
9 inch, and it wasn't even hard. He started to touch her legs with his
dirty calloused hands for a bit before grabbing her tits, and massaging
them roughly. At this point my Alyssa woke up to the sight of his nasty
face hovering over her, his big hands on her tits, and his now monstrously
inflamed black dick.
"Ohhhmmmmygod, help, Cliff, help!" she yelled with agony in her voice.
"OhhhmyGod," she muttered. She didn't even look at me, as she slapped
Otouches across the face. He bellowed in laughter, and grabbed her by the
hair. She continued to fight but slowly he pulled her to her knees and
forced her face into his crotch. His cock looked as dirty as the rest of
him, and I felt a wash of pity and slight jealousy as he pushed her face
into his dick, as though he expected her to go down on him. It was as wide
around as a baseball bat, and covered with angry looking veins and textured
like an avocado.
With a pleading look she said, "I can't I'm married! Don't make me do
this in front of my husband!"
"Look at you hubby, he enjoyin' it bitch."
The look in her eyes almost took away my desire as she saw my normal
sized penis, forever mentally dwarfed by the gargantuan baseball bat
rubbing across her face. She didn't say another word and began to
tentatively lick the dirty shaft. It was more like her sticking her tongue
out dutifully, and Otouches moving her head around his dick. With his free
hand, he yanked his slimy foreskin back and, I was so close to the action I
could see her gag at the smell. He then jammed the head, something the
size of an orange into her mouth and laughed as she began to choke. He
left it there for a minute before he pulled it out with a plop, leaving her
bruised lips coated with slime.
I stared in shock, as my wife, who looked too drunk to see, could do
nothing to stop what was happening. Within three minutes my wife was
kneeling on the floor sucking on his huge cock, as Otouches leaned back,
moaning. Alyssa tried to take all of his huge cock into her mouth, but
couldn't. After ten minutes, he exploded his cream down my wife's throat.
Otouches then took Alyssa's panties off and laid her out. Without giving
her a minute to rest, he threw my wife onto the sand and kicked her legs
open with his powerful knees. The monster grabbed Alyssa by both ankles
and held her open for the cheering crowd. Alyssa gasped and licked her
lips, Otouches, then yanked her ankles up into the air and lunged his face
forward. He smelled her black panty clad crotch for a moment before biting
them and ripping them off as he pulled his head back. Her hairy mound, my
privilege, was now open to the crowd. Her delicate red lips, virginally
closed, almost looked frightened as he drooled over her. He moved ever so
close, by holding her ankles up to his chest, her flower of womanhood
dangerously close to his ugly, black truncheon which seemed to grow at the
proximity of it's prey. Alyssa panted like a wanton whore as pulled her
forwards mercilessly and bumped the giant head against her dripping vagina.
She screamed as he surged forwards and the assault began, her small tight
fortress, proved difficult but slowly his purple slime-covered pried her
outer lips open a bit. "Aargggg, I think it's tooooooo biiiig," She was
cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure now, as he continued to muscle
him head in, pulling her obscenely open. I could now see a trickle of
blood, once the head got halfway in, and I could swear I heard a tearing
sound, as my wife fainted. Unperturbed he pushed the whole head inside
her, and took the opportunity maul her tits and nipples with his crude,
dirty hands. Alyssa awoke again and whimpered as he carried on ploughing
into her, his glance now fully ensconced in her wide, open, bleeding pussy.
In another minute, he started burring his shaft into her; she gurgled with
pain, as her fingers dug at the sand around her. Tears streamed, as he
pushed inch after black inch into her depths, stretching her impossibly
wide to accommodate him. "He's killing me, Ohmygod" she yelled, as he sank
the rest of his 13 inches up her cunt, groaning with pleasure.
Alyssa now stopped yelling, as he just lay there, enjoying her to the
hilt, but only for a minute before he started thrusting, pistoning in an
out of her with the wild abandon of an insatiable dog. Alyssa just grunted
and braced herself with white knuckles as he delivered pounding thrusts to
her cervix, until a few minutes later, he was jackrabbiting his way into a
groaning orgasm that shook the both of them. His butt, quivered as he
delivered his message. His black cock was surely spraying the inside of
her uterus with his slimy seed. Alyssa screamed but it sounded almost
pleasured, in spite of the pain, before she passed out with the tree trunk
still inside her.
Otouches collapsed and lay there for a full two minutes before he rolled
his fat ass off my wife, his greasy dick flaying out of Alyssa's pothole
with a squishy plop. Still passed out, her knees were left wide open to
reveal the dripping mess at her crotch; a foul effluent of blood, cum and
sweat mixed together as it dribbled out of her vulgarly open cunt, dangling
it's distended labia. She lay there, unable to move save for moaning in
total ecstasy.
On Monday, Otouches asked if he could come over next Friday night again,
as he had a real great time last week. Nervously, I said yes, and now I'm
dreading Alyssa's excitement.
