Dear reader, this is an interracial story with a lesbian section too. A nasty man loses big time.
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I was having the time of my life, I had been battered most of the night, and been told that after a good rest I would be getting some more. And, he had told me I wouldn't be going home any time soon. My husband thought I was being held against my will.
Well I wasn't, but I had made sure he thought I was, this had been a long time coming, it was payback time, and payback as most of us know, is a Bitch! He had brought this all on himself with his continuing womanising, and trying to make me a part of his stupid 'scene.'
Well I had joined in, but not in the way he had expected or even thought of. The big man was about to be hit where it would hurt him the most, especially to him. His pride, face, status, standing, all the things that matter to a man who thinks he knows it all. Who thinks he is the centre of the universe, my universe too. It used to be that way, but not now, oh no, certainly not now. I was with the man he hated most in the world. The man who I had eventually realised, was a charming and caring person.
But when I had first met him he had come across as an arrogant know all, a bit like John my husband. John had me as his trophy wife, hanging on his arm, looking good just for him. Laugh at his jokes, smile and be nice to all of his friends and acquaintances. I didn't have much time for mine nowadays; he wanted me at his beck and call.
And it all began to change when he got it into his head that we should swing. I told him in no uncertain terms what he could do about that. He thought I wasn't serious; he just carried on with it as if I had nodded my head like one of those dogs you see in the back of a car! He actually brought a couple round to our house to meet me. I was amazed to say the least.
She was nice looking, but nothing more than a tart, he was just plain horrible. I threw a real dickey fit and made them leave. John was not a happy camper, he asked me what was wrong, why wasn't I okay with it? I was too shocked to answer him, and that's when I knew something had to be done. But I wasn't in the position where I could do a lot; he had every thing battened down.
I had no money of my own to speak of, the house was in my name for tax reasons etc, but that was a no no as far as selling it behind his back, he would kill me. He is what many would call a rogue, but truth be known, he was and is a crook, he's into all sorts, I have never known him to be in what you would call a real job that paid a wage.
John is a great looking bloke, terrific looking, manly, masculine, rugged, tall, well built, hard, you name it, it was him. He was from a 'bad' family and he took it all forward, I met him at the age of 20 and we got married a year later, I was thrilled to be chosen, he was the guy all the girls went gaga for. I smirked for a full year on the back of it. I was now at the top table with my great looking husband. Which was until, I found out about all the things he was up to, all the naughty things he did and got away with, he regarded himself as untouchable.
Don't get me wrong, I did love all the trappings that came with it, the money, the holiday, the houses, the cars, the jewellery, you name it, it was ours. But I was never comfortable with it, and I always tried to distance myself as much as I could as we went further into our marriage. And I also began to realise what I was there for, it was for him and not for us.
So now today, I am in the one place on the planet where he can't get to me, touch me, or even threaten me really, not now. But I'll come to that. About a year ago a guy moved into the area that was bigger than my John in terms of muscle, back up, and simply out of town support, someone, they? Had decided to move in and take piece of the action as it were. It went on for months, battles, fights, confrontations, until it was settled somehow. John was never happy, not one bit. But there wasn't anything he could do it seemed, they had the wherewithal, John's crew didn't.
A little about me now, I'm Kelly, 24 years old, been married nearly 4 years, no children, petite to the point of beautiful. I suppose that's why John chose me, I see that now, didn't do a lot for my ego when I realised it either! I have long blond hair that I take great care of, it my pride and joy, it runs to a taper down between my shoulder blades, I wear it down most of the time, but it can and does look really stylish when I have it piled onto the top of my 5ft 7" frame.
My big blue eyes highlight my face, John calls them blue headlights! I have high cheek bones, full lips, and a body that works in every which way. My nipples are a terror sometimes; they can track my thoughts and arrive at arousal before I do. My vagina is my best hidden feature, I keep it smooth as a babies bottom, I love the sensuous feel of silk on skin, its wonderful. And I am blessed with legs that don't go in and out like a limb on a chestnut tree, they travel swiftly and elegantly from hip to toe.
I have been propositioned many times but because of John, tempted or not I have refused all offers. Under normal circumstances I might have accepted a couple of invitations when he has been away, but the real risk of serious retribution was always in my mind.
So I lived the life of a socialite, not in the 'right' circles we were never allowed into those, John was well known to the police so we were never invited to dignitary type functions. But we still lived the high life. But as I said earlier, John was making a wrong move without knowing it.
So he started swinging by himself, thinking I would follow, but I had no intention of ever going down that path. I was though beginning to think of how I could get out of my marriage without ending up in a land fill. He started bringing, women home, and men and women, girls. I hated it and I hated him for doing this to me, wasn't I good enough any more, wasn't I as attractive as I used to be.
Then the turn around, the man that had moved into the city to claim part of the action began to undermine John, he was tempting his people away through bribes and coercion. But the man wanted John on side for his know how and his criminal contacts. John was offered a choice, move in, or be moved out.
He would still run everything, take all the decisions, make his money, and nothing on the face of it would be any different. Use it or lose it was about the top and bottom of it. He never explained everything in this way, I just sussed it out from phone calls, visits, communications and all of that sort of thing.
John had no choice, he had lost face, but he had lost face to himself, no one seemed to know. The hatred he had for his competitor, who was now his boss was palpable. But he had to go through the motions, meetings were held. John met the real people behind his new man. And even he knew it was over, go or stay, he chose reluctantly to stay.
I was introduced to the new mafia type people, I didn't know how else to think of them. I didn't know what was going on any more. I met his boss for the first time. His name was Kala, what that meant I had no idea. And he was black; Now I knew why John hated him as much as he did, he is a racist of manic proportions, he had blacks working for him, but he never dealt with them or associated with them either.
I had never been up close to one before so that put me off him too. He seemed to take a shine to me, and kept me close. I don't mean he had me held to his side, just that wherever I was, he seemed to be.
I knew it was because I was blond and good looking, and if I may say so, as sexy as hell. John was so used to men wanting me, and him showing me off, he never even batted an eye at him. But I could see his eyes rarely left John, he told me later, 'My favourite maxim is, (keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer.')
We met several times over the next few months, things settled, John still hated him, but I was getting used to him and I was starting to actually like him. Don't start thinking I was up for black, I wasn't, I had never in my life have it cross my mind, not once. But over several months my attitude to him gradually changed for the better.
It was John who got me to where I am now, I know you'll think of me as weak, and I suppose you could be right. He didn't know he was doing it, but he did. He literally drove me into his arms. He insisted more and more about swinging, I was still dead set against it and wouldn't budge. That's when John hit me for the first time. It was a slap that sent me over the back of a sofa, I landed in a dazed heap not realising what had happened.
He apologised, but said, "I'm not messing here Kelly. I want you to do it, or else!" And it was the 'or else,' that did it for me. I told him that I would think about it, just to make sure he didn't whack me again. I was so shocked I couldn't think straight, I tried to think of some one I could call for advice, help, and to talk to. Later I phoned Kala, I couldn't think of any one else who might be able to offer me protection from the future.
