Matt was sick to his stomach when he got off the phone with Lisa Sunday morning. It was clear to him that she was with someone during the phone call. She was definitely not listening to what he had to say; she was clearly occupied with something else. And, Matt was ninety-nine percent positive that that something else was sex. Matt knew the sounds Lisa made when she was getting fucked. He knew the sounds of her satisfied moans as he fucked her, and he knew exactly what the deep breathing and whimpering coming from her mouth meant. And so, Matt knew for sure that while Lisa was talking with him on the phone, she was probably also getting fucked, and it didn't sound like a rape. In fact, it was very obvious that his wife was savoring every moment, was enjoying every movement.
It could only have been one person, Marc. And, in his mind, Matt could see Marc making Lisa take the call while he had his black cock planted deep inside her. He imagined Marc smiling, probably knowing that Matt would figure out what was going on, and who was responsible. And he imagined his beautiful wife and Marc naked together, and Lisa being used by that black asshole. And he hated Marc all the more for it. At the same time, he hated himself for being so careless, letting down his guard at the airport, letting Kate grab his ass, and then letting the kiss between them take place. He had been stupid, and got caught. And he hated himself for being stupid. But now, Marc had him tightly by the balls. If he didn't do what Marc asked, everything would be lost. He would lose Lisa, Kate, probably his job, his family would hate him, Lisa's husband would come after him, and he would have to move out, since Lisa's family's money had bought their house. Yes, Marc had him good, and the black bastard knew it.
Ever since that call on Sunday morning, Matt had been thinking about how much he really loved Lisa and how awful losing her would be. Kate was nothing but good sex for Matt, but he didn't love her, and he knew that she only used him for sex as well. And as he thought of how awful losing Lisa would be, he knew that he had only himself to blame for all of it. He hated himself for screwing up his marriage, knowing that Lisa was really the only real love he had ever had. And he was terrified at the thought of losing her. For now, he resolved that he would do what he had to do to keep Marc quiet, at least until he had time to think about how to deal with this. But since that call on Sunday morning, Matt had spent the next twenty four hours with his heart aching, his head splitting, and his anger at Marc boiling.
Thoughts of Lisa and Marc fucking together consumed Matt. His mind conjured up vivid images of the two of them naked, exploring one another, of Lisa servicing his black cock, submitting herself to him, letting him use her body as he wished. And Matt was tortured by the thought that maybe Lisa felt more satisfied by her new black lover than she had felt with him, her husband of five years. Matt felt sick as he remembered that he had been the one who had taken Lisa's cherry eight years ago. And he knew that she had never had sex with anyone but him, until now. And now, he was sure Marc was using Lisa's body for his own sexual satisfaction, not really loving her, but loving the fact that he could fuck Matt's wife and be in his face about it. Kate had noticed that Matt was distracted, and asked him what was wrong. But she got nothing from him. He had not spent the night with her on Sunday, and she was pissed, but also wondered what was going on with him. On Monday, he continued to seem really upset about something, but try as she might, she could not get him to talk. In her mind, she knew that it had to have something to do with Lisa, but she was not sure what.
When Matt's cell phone rang, he didn't realize that it was Marc's number. "Hey Matty boy. How's things in London? How's Katie doing? Don't stretch her all out on me, I want her to be nice and tight. Oops! I just remembered that I heard that your dick is actually pretty average, so I guess I don't have to worry about you stretching anyone out. And, don't ask me where I heard that, cuz I just can't seem to recall." Marc was smiling as he punished his lover's husband who had been so rude to him only days earlier.
"You're fucking her aren't you? You're fucking my wife, you bastard. I know you were with her when I talked to her on Sunday morning, and you made her take the call because you got off on fucking her while she talked to me. What's wrong with you? Do you get off better when you humiliate a guy that way? We both know you've got me by the balls, but why humiliate me? Why take my wife and rub my face in it? Just for the record, Marc, I love Lisa, and I don't want to lose her. And, I'll do whatever I have to in order to keep her. So don't think she's gonna be part of your little collection of white guys' wives who you fuck over just cuz you hate whites.
"Well, well, well Matty! You sound really pissed! First off, I need to tell you one thing. I have never fucked your wife. Never! Okay? But, since you seem to have figured out the fact that Lisa's tastes have changed, and she now finds that black guys aren't so bad after all, I'll just say that Lisa and I have made love, not fucked. In fact, we've made love repeatedly over the last few days. At first, she felt pretty guilty and wanted to stop. But then, I guess she just couldn't help herself and now it seems like she's after my black baby maker whenever she can get it. So, I guess you could say we've made love pretty much constantly, except for when she's at work, or when I'm at work. She's kind of moved in for the week while you're away.
And Matt, I've got to tell you, I've had sex with a lot of women, and I'm not bragging about that, but honestly your wife's body is just incredible, the best. And, her pussy is so freakin tight! Dude, I cannot imagine that Kate is better than Lisa. But Matt, don't worry a bit. I haven't said a word about Kate to her. So Lisa actually feels guilty about the fact that she's being unfaithful to you because she thinks you're totally faithful to her. Sounds pretty twisted, doesn't it? Anyway, this is the deal, once I connect with Kate, I'll put Lisa off. I mean, she'll probably still want my black cock, but if I like Kate, I'll cut you some slack and let you try to win your wife's body back. But, something tells me that Lisa may not really have as much interest in your needle dick any more, now that she's had the real deal, if you get my meaning. "
"I can't believe you're fucking telling me that you're screwing my wife, that she's moved in with you for the week." Matt's head was ready to explode. His stomach was wrenched and twisted, and he felt a huge lump in his throat. "You bastard! I can't fucking believe this. I love her! You're just using her and rubbing it in my face. You can have Kate, but I want you to leave Lisa alone. I don't want you touching my wife. Do you hear me?"
"Matty, calm yourself before you piss me off again, and you totally screw yourself. This is the deal. You get Lisa when you get back. Until then, she's a big girl who knows what she wants. If she wants my black cock in her tight white cunt, who am I to deny her? You'd be surprised by how much she seems to want it. It's like the girl is a nympho. By the way, just so you know, I took her ass cherry. She told me you never did it. I can't believe you never fucked her ass dude. What's wrong with you white boys? It hurt her at first, but now she loves it! So fucking tight Matt! Have you fucked Kate up the ass?"
Matt's head was splitting with rage. His breathing was heavy, his heart was pounding and he could feel the anger and hatred for Marc actually pulsing in his body. The fact that this bastard talked so matter of factly about fucking his wife and taking her ass was killing him.
"What do you fucking want from me Marc? Why did you call me? When I get back there, you'll never see or touch Lisa again. But what do you want from me now? I can't listen to anymore of this shit from you."
"Okay Matt. This is the thing, I have this friend who lives here in my complex, and he's done some favors for me around my townhouse. He won't take any money, just a nice guy and he says I don't owe him anything. Anyway, what I want to do is show him my appreciation. And, that's where you can help me. I won't say anything to Lisa or to Kate's hubby, and I won't send your pics to your accounting office if you help me out here. And, I also won't ask you for anything else at all. You've got my word on it.