During the next few years, Katherine and Clarence were very happy with married life. Twice a year they would fly to the Caribbean and stay in the same hotel they did for their honeymoon. Katherine would always wear the clothes that Clarence bought for her, even though they were becoming more and more risqué. Actually, they were just downright slutty. Clarence loved the way other men looked at his hot older wife, so he made sure that most nights most of Katherine's body was available for viewing just by going through the simple motions of turning or sitting. He smiled as he could imagine others saying, "What in the hell is that gorgeous woman doing with that big fat fuck?"
Since Clarence was now over 300 pounds, he realized the Corvette was just a little too tough to get in and out of, so for his 21
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birthday, Katherine bought him the most expensive Lincoln Navigator on the market. She also took him back to the Caribbean for a week. Clarence didn't have time to get any new slutty outfits for her before they left, so upon arriving, he went to the local sex shop to pick up her bathing suits and her dinner attire. Katherine sad, "Remember, Honey, I'm 45 years old. My old body isn't what it used to be."
Clarence simply grinned his ornery grin and walked out the door. Her evening blouse was so low cut and so loose that she might as well have been wearing nothing. Anyone within 10 feet of her could see her whole tits. The waiter never drifted far from their table and even brought all the other male waiters over to say hello to them while they gawked at her breasts. Had Katherine been alone or with one of her friends, she would have been humiliated, but she was with her husband so she just smiled and looked into his big brown smiling eyes while everyone around her starred at her body. Her skirt was kind of loose frilly thing that swayed when she walked. It was short so when she turned, it would swing up and expose her ass.
As usual, after dinner, Clarence stripped her on the beach and they walked together holding hands along the water. On that night, they passed a half dozen others walking on the beach, but Katherine didn't even try to cover up. She knew that her husband wanted her to be naked and she wanted to make him happy.
Almost the whole week was spent with Katherine being Clarence's slut. He used her body all week and she loved it. Every morning after his breakfast blow job, he told her to lie on the bed so he could plant his 300-pound ass on her face for a morning rim job before they went to the beach. Katherine happily shoved her tongue deep into her husband's ass and licked and sucked until he came on her stomach. Then he scooped up his cum and fed it to his beautiful and submissive wife. Several nights he fucked her and came into a glass. He then spit and pissed into it and then told her to drink it. Katherine willingly did everything that Clarence demanded of her. She loved her big homely husband more than anything, and wanted to be his perfect wife.
During the three years between their marriage and Clarence's 21
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birthday, he continued to work around the estate. Katherine loved to watch him riding around on his lawn tractor all day. She would smile and think of simple-minded Forrest Gump who did the same thing. Both simple-minded men had more money than they would ever spend, and yet they both enjoyed mowing the grass. On the warm days, Clarence would take off his shirt when he worked. While most people would be disgusted at looking at his obese 300-pound black body bouncing around on the mower, Katherine would get excited. When he came in for lunch, she would hug him and lick the sweat from his chest and stomach. She would look up at him and say, "I love you so much, Clarence." He would smile at her and turn so she could lick another part of his upper body or sometimes drop his pants so she could suck his sweaty cock.
Clarence distanced himself from his friends who had teased and harassed him and forced Katherine to suck his cock in front of them at a party. He eventually met some of the servants that worked on the nearby properties and estates, and they all got together at least once a week for a beer. Lester was the 55-year-old gardener for the Jacksons down the street. Terrell and Jazmine worked for old Mrs. Mellon next door. Terrell was a tall thin 30 year old and Jazmine was a 5'8" 225 pound 18 year old bitch with a smart mouth. She was one tough bitch. Clarence was kind of intimidated by Jazmine and couldn't understand how Mrs. Mellon kept her on her staff. Reggie and Willie worked for the Hendershots who had an estate as large as Katherine's. They did the maintenance, landscaping and anything else the elderly couple needed help with. And Bob was the middle-aged handyman for the D'Angelos a few doors down the street.
Although all of them liked Clarence, except Jazmine, they were all envious of him too. None of them knew his background or what drove him and Katherine together, but they all envied this big fat idiot for having such a hot wife who would do anything for him. Jazmine didn't really like Clarence and she hated Katherine even though they had never spoken more than a few words to each other. But Katherine had committed several mortal sins in Jazmine's mind: she was white, she was rich, she was beautiful and she was married to a black man. And when Clarence drove down the street in his new car, Jazmine hated Katherine even more. She decided that she needed to humiliate and degrade Katherine somehow. She wasn't sure how, but she thought she would sneak over and see if she could find out anything that night that could help her.
That evening when Clarence got home from his drive, Katherine was waiting for him in a light summer dress with all but two buttons undone. She stepped onto the porch, not realizing that Jazmine was hiding nearby and hugged her husband. He smiled, unbuttoned the last two buttons and dropped the dress from her shoulders. He never tired of looking at his beautiful older wife's nude body. Jazmine was stunned. He said, "I'm trying to decide whether you should suck my cock out here on the porch or inside."
Katherine grinned at her husband and said, "Whatever you prefer, Honey." Clarence easily lifted his small naked wife in his arms and carried her inside.
"Holy fuck," mumbled Jazmine. "That cunt is completely under his control. He could do anything he wants to her." She smiled to herself and thought, "That's my goal. That cunt will be mine!"
The next night, the neighborhood gang met for beers. Clarence excitedly told them that he was going to stay with his mother for a week to help his stepfather and siblings build a deck on the back of their house in Texas. He was leaving on Saturday and would be gone until the following Sunday. After he left to go home, Jazmine wasted no time in telling the others about Katherine's slutty performance the night before. All the men had enormous erections, and Bob said, "Clarence is a lucky motherfucker." They all nodded their heads.
Jazmine said, "You know, I've always wanted a piece of that rich bitch."
"What did she ever do to you," Bob asked.
"She ain't done nothing except be an old white rich bitch. Come on; tell me that you wouldn't fuck that bitch's ass." All the men nodded. "Well, I'll tell you guys; I'm gonna own that bitch by the time dumb Clarence gets back from his mommas.
"Yeah, sure you are," they all said. "She is completely devoted to Clarence. There is no way she's even gonna give you the time of day, Jazmine."
"All right you sorry ass motherfuckers, we'll see."
Jazmine spent the rest of the week planning how to approach Katherine when Clarence left. Clarence left on Saturday and the next morning; Katherine was catching up on some housework. She was wearing a pair of mid-thigh shorts and a tee shirt when she heard her doorbell ring. When she answered the door and saw Jazmine, she said, "Hello Jazmine, what can I do for you? Is Mrs. Mellon alright?
