My name is Carly and I met my husband Todd when we were sweethearts in high school. He was my whole world and the only love of my life. I couldn't see myself with anyone but him. We dated since we were Juniors and went to the proms together. I somehow held out until I was eighteen when I let him take my virginity.
We were married in our early twenties and struggled to make ends meet like most young couples. I worked as a cashier at a local grocery store and Todd worked in a family friend's construction business. He made good money for most of the year but was laid off for the winter. He would do odd jobs so we could pay our bills but no matter how hard we worked, we just couldn't keep up.
We began to get behind on some of our bills and had our power and cable shut off several different times. It was always stressful to wonder if we were going to be able to pay the rent on time or if the car was going to break down when we could least afford to have it repaired. Todd and I began to argue, mostly over money.
The one thing we had going for us was a very active sex life. We were young and horny. We'd fuck before work, when he got home or before bed. Sometimes, all three. I learned to become a pretty good cocksucker and enjoyed when Todd would cum in my mouth. He told me a lot of his friends complained that their wives or girlfriends wouldn't suck their dicks at all and if they did, they wouldn't swallow the cum.
I'm a petite blonde, barely 5'4" tall but blessed with 38DD breasts. Todd loves to play with my tits and one of his favorite things to do is for me to let him titty fuck me until he cums. I've learned to love having him shoot his load onto my face and chest because it gives him such great pleasure.
We've experimented with anal sex when I'm menstruating. I think my butt is too big, especially for a short girl like me but Todd loves it. To be honest, it's not one of my favorite things to do. I'd rather give him a blow job or titty fuck during that time of the month but I'll give him a treat of anal sex sometimes.
Todd liked to fuck me outdoors so it wasn't unusual for us to go for a ride down a country road and find a place to park so he could fuck me in the backseat or a secluded forest or pasture. Even when we would fight, it would somehow make us more passionate which made the make-up sex even better.
Even though we were struggling financially, we were able to make it work. I got worried when Todd wasn't working and he began to hang out with some of the people we knew in high school who were up to no good. Everyone knew they were doing some illegal things but most people minded their own business. When Todd began to bring home large amounts of cash, I didn't ask questions. I was curious about how he was earning that money but the other part of me didn't want to know. I guess I was complicit in his activities by my silence but, on the other hand, we were paying our bills and able to afford a nice TV, and a more reliable car. A big plus was that we weren't dodging bill collectors for the first time since we got married.
I got worried a few times when Todd flashed some big wads of cash and I told him, "I don't know what's going on with you and your friends but you better be careful."
He would get mad at me and tell me, "Leave me alone, I know what I'm doing. You seem to like those new shoes and clothes I bought you so just let me take care of business."
Even though I was concerned about the source of his income, I had to admit that I liked having some of the luxuries that it provided. Most importantly, it took a lot of stress away from our marriage and life in general. Todd started going out late at night and coming home early in the morning which made me worry even more about what he was doing but I looked the other way as long as the bills were paid.
Everything was going great until I got a call in the middle of the night that Todd had been arrested. I rushed down to the jailhouse but couldn't see him until he appeared in court the next morning. I was scared but didn't want to call anyone because I hoped it was all a big mistake.
The next day in court, I found out he'd been arrested for being in a stolen vehicle and for selling and possessing illegal drugs. He also had some other stolen items in the car, and stuff that they called burglary tools. He was in deep shit.
I talked to Todd briefly and he told me where he kept a stash of money so I could make bail and give an attorney a retainer for his services. I was shocked at how much money he had hidden away but most of it was quickly eaten up in attorney fees. He also didn't have a source of income anymore and I wasn't bringing home much working as a cashier so we began to struggle again.
The District Attorney offered Todd a deal if he would give up the names of the other people involved in fencing the stolen merchandise and drug dealing but he was afraid of being known as a snitch. I begged him to take the deal but Todd refused. We had several fights over this and I was worried at the prospect of my husband going to prison.
Todd may have been a small-time criminal and a first-time offender but an ambitious District Attorney wanted to show that he was tough on crime and my husband ended up getting a two-year sentence at a state prison. I was mortified. I cried my eyes out as they took Todd away with his hands cuffed behind his back. I was all alone for the first time in my adult life. My parents tried to warn me about Todd but I didn't listen to their advice so I couldn't go to them for help. I still had some of Todd's money stashed away and I was going to have to live on that for as long as I could.
The first few weeks alone were hell. I visited Todd every chance I got and he looked horrible. He wouldn't tell me what was going on but I knew he was in trouble. He was a young guy in prison with a bunch of hardened criminals. He told me there were a couple of gangs behind bars but he didn't fit in with any of them. After a month of barely surviving in prison, Todd asked me to see one of the gang leaders, Big Daddy, who ran a big criminal operation in our city. His organization extended into the prisons where they smuggled in contraband that the corrections officers seemed to be part of.
"Take some of the money you have left and see if you can buy me some protection in here. Please, honey, I'm desperate. I don't think I'll survive two years in this place."
My heart was broken and I wanted to help the love of my life in any way possible so I got a few hundred dollars together and tried to meet with the gang leader. It wasn't as easy as I thought to get to see him. I called around to some people and I found out he had an unofficial office in the back of a bar on the bad side of town. I had no choice but to go there and see if I could meet with him.
I was so scared I was shaking but I went to the bar to see if I could meet Big Daddy. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve sweater but I drew the stares of everyone in the place. I was the only white person in the bar and several of the men openly stared at me and made rude comments as I walked by them. I'm sure it wasn't every day that a petite blonde with big tits and blue eyes walked into that place. I was terrified but tried not to show it.
I went up to the bar and said, "I want to see Big Daddy."
The bartender laughed as he looked at me and said, "What makes you think he'll see you?"
"I just want to talk to him. I need his help."
The bartender looked at me and told one of the men to go and see if Big Daddy would see me. I waited almost half an hour before the guy returned and said I could go back to meet with the gang leader. Before they would let me see Big Daddy, one of his men stopped me and told me he had to make sure I wasn't carrying a weapon or wearing a wire.
I had to stand where everyone could see as the big Black man, felt and groped me all over, supposedly checking for a weapon. He groped my ass and breasts during the search. He then made me lift my sweater.
Everyone was looking at me in my lace bra and someone commented, "Look at those titties. B.D. is going to love those babies."
My face was flushed as they led me to another room to wait to be seen. I was there for almost an hour before another big Black man came to get me. By that time, I honestly didn't know if I was going to make it out alive.
I waited in another office until a very large Black man, over six feet tall and at least three hundred pounds, walked into the room with two large bodyguards who looked like football players. He was fat, not very good-looking, and had scars on his face and arms. He was wearing several thick gold chains and diamond and ruby rings.
"So what brings you here my fine little lady? Be quick about it. My time is valuable."
I told him about Todd and how he would be locked up for two years and needed some help. I slid the envelope with a few hundred dollars in it across the desk.
Big Daddy opened the envelope and laughed, showing a couple of gold teeth and asked, "What's this for?"
"That's to make sure Todd is safe while he's locked up."
Big Daddy laughed again and said, "I make more than this in a minute."
"But that's all I have."
"I don't need your money but you do have something I could use."
He was glaring at my chest and I knew exactly what he wanted.
