I Came Home Early - Ending Vers #02

I CAME HOME EARLY - Ending VERS #2

by Buster2U

WARNING // Cuck Shit! // WARNING // Cuck Shit! // WARNING

CUCK SHIT // WARNING // CUCK SHIT// WARNING // CUCK SHIT

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THIS IS THE SECOND IN A SERIES OF STORIES. WE START OUT WITH THE SAME SITUATION BUT THEN END WITH DIFFERENT WAY OF DEALING WITH A THE CHEATING SLUT WIFE.

This is an original story by Buster2U for publication on The Literotica Website only.

Anyone engaging in sex in this story is at least 18 years old. And in my Typical Fashion, it most certainly will be OTT. I hope you enjoy this story enough to forget your life's troubles for a few minutes, which is pretty much my only goal here.

Tender Flowers should leave now if you might get upset reading about wife sharing, nose picking, miss spelling, poor punctuation, poor grammar, cussing, beating the crap out of someone, smoking, the overuse of purr and coo to describe which woman is saying what, fucking, smoking dope, horny women, gang bangs, cheating slut wives, black breeding, drinking or a beautiful low mileage fertile white wife being impregnated and pounded into the mattress by one or more virile black men.

Enjoy!

Buster2U

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I Came Home Early - Ending VERS #2

By Buster2U

My name is Philip (The Whiz) Wizkowski, I am 28 and married to the perfect wife, Mary Wizkowski who is 28 also. We have been very happily married almost 5 years now. Early last year we decided to start our family. Mary works part time as a nurse at General Hospital. I write computer code for several companies, here in Silicon Valley.

Mary had our first child, just about 6 months ago, little Bobbie, my first son. We were so happy. Everything revolved around him. I was so proud of him. The past couple months, though, Mary has seemed a little distant, but I just chalked it up to the stress of being a new mother.

I would have to say, that having a child with Mary was the pinnacle of my life. Plus him being a boy so he would carry on our family name. The love that we all share make this the happiest time of my life. I have a good job, a beautiful wife that loves me, a nice home, and good friends. There is nothing more in life that I can ask for.

Mary is such an attractive young lady, pretty, blonde, blue eyed, slender and big boobs, no matter where we go together I am always proud have her with me. Mary's style, grace and charm always seems to cover me as well, regardless of the situations we face together. I love this woman so much and trust her completely, I always have full confidence in her.

Mary's Mom volunteered to babysit for us just last weekend. So we took full advantage and went out for a nice steak dinner and then dancing at one of the more fancy dance clubs in town. Mary was dressed in her sexiest LBD with a real short skirt that shows off her legs and and has buttons on top, that could be undone to show more cleavage.

So many men were staring at Mary, after a few drinks I finally convinced her to unbutton some more buttons to show more of her breasts. I was so proud when she unbuttoned them all, It looked like her big milky breasts were about to fall out of her dress. I was so 'turned on' that I was hoping she'd let some stranger see them!

Men started coming over to ask Mary to dance, but she quickly turned them all down. I felt so secure in her love that I suggested that she should dance with whomever she wanted, even let them feel her up if she wanted to. My suggestion really shocked her and of course, she said she 'wasn't that kind of woman'.

She did dance with several men after that discussion and we all had a good time, we had lots of laughs, but she never danced too close. She didn't even dance any slow dances with other men. I kept a close eye on her, as much as I could without being too obvious. I was hoping to see some naughtiness, but as Mary said, 'she wasn't that kind of woman'.

I even tried to get her tipsy and dare her to completely show her breasts to her next dance partner, or let him suck her beautiful milky breasts. Several extra drinks into my Mary and she still wouldn't let any of her dance partners get inappropriately close to her big melons. Mary is just so reliable and trustworthy, I will always trust her completely.

Jimmy Dean, my best friend, and I compete against each other at Hacking, all the time, to see who can accumulate the most money in a month. We frequently challenge each other to see who is the fastest at hacking into a challenge we find interesting. Ha, it is those kinds of things that keep life so interesting!

Jimmy doesn't work at a regular job at the moment, but his wife Ginger works as a topless dancer in Sunnyvale, she has very very beautiful Double Ds, like my Mary, but Ginger's have very pretty, big, light tan areolas, and very thick solid gold rings through each nipple, that I think really look amazing.

Jimmy makes a lot of money Hacking like I do. But I also work a couple regular jobs to more easily show my income for taxes. We both leave all our hacking money in our Swiss accounts so we don't have to pay taxes on it, unless we bring it back into the country.

One Friday morning, I spilled a big fresh cup of coffee on myself in the break room during morning break. I asked my Supervisor if I could go home to change and he said just go ahead and just take off for the whole weekend, as we were pretty much ahead of schedule anyway. So I headed home way before my usual lunch time.

I was surprised when I saw an old Caddy in my driveway. I don't know anyone that drives a Caddy and I am surprised that my wife Mary does. I wonder who it could be. But just to be sneaky I didn't hit the garage door opener. I parked in the street and I quietly entered my house through the side door into the garage.

I never ever suspected my wife Mary of any infidelities before, but I have read about a Strange Car in the driveway, and so I know it is always very suspicious and potentially serious trouble. I listened at the interior door, into the kitchen for a few moments to see if I could hear anyone talking or anything.

If Mary was having coffee just on the other side of the door, in the kitchen, with one of her girl friends, I didn't want to just bust in, and seem suspicious and embarrass myself. So I carefully, and quietly opened the garage door into the kitchen, very

slowly and quietly.

The only thing I could hear was little Bobbie, my new son, crying loudly, probably hungry or needing a diaper change. But after a few seconds of that, I had to go ahead and take care of my little son, I can't take his crying. Why wasn't Mary tending to our child? Then suddenly I heard why she wasn't...

"Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me Jamal. Give me that big black cock! Oh so good, I'm cumming again! ahhhhhhhh deeper harder, knock me up with your black baby! Oh so good. Fuck Me baby, I am all yours forever. Don't stop, don't EVER stop fucking me with that Big Black Cock. Knock me up Baby. I want your black baby now!" Mary screamed upstairs.

I could hear her screams of passion, coming again and again from one of the bedrooms, upstairs. While my son, Bobbie was right here crying in his downstairs bassinet. I quickly picked up my son, and checked to see he if had a full diaper. He did, so I quickly changed it, easy peasy.

Mary won't ever know, that I was here so far. I get out a bottle of Mary's milk, from the frig and nuke it up a minute, but stop it just before it dings loudly so Mary won't hear me downstairs and know that I was here. I test the milk temp on my arm and feed my child until he goes to sleep and put him back in his bassinet and I...

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I CAME HOME EARLY - Ending VERS #2

by Buster2U

feel the pain from listening to my treasured wife moaning in pleasure as she is obviously getting fucked by a Black Man with a much bigger cock that makes me want to throw up, and I do, right into the kitchen sink.

I use our best dish towel to wipe the puke off my face and softly walk over to the downstairs hall closet to try to quietly fish out my golf bag. There is only one proper tool for this job. My new, over priced worthless putter, that I can never sink a put with. But I think it will be perfect for this job.

I quickly find it in my bag of clubs, replacing the golf bag quietly back in the closet. Then I softly walk over to our carpeted stairs and climb them slowly and carefully. I am aware how adrenaline can cause a person to make mistakes and, so I carefully climb the stairs slowly and quietly. Putter in hand and blood in my eyes.

As I approach the second floor I can just see into the Master Bedroom since the door is open. The bodies in the act of intercourse are easy to see in the missionary position. Their feet and legs are all I can see at the moment as the head of the bed is to the left, away from the door. I continue to climb the stairs slowly and silently.

Finally all the way to the landing and so far I don't think they have heard me, they certainly haven't slowed down that I can tell. Approaching the door silently on the carpet, I look into the dresser mirrors first, to see if I can see them.

Yup, like I figured, missionary position. French Kissing passionately, holding each other tightly, deep long strokes of his BBC defiling my wife and permanently ruining my wife's tight pussy for me. Moans of pleasure and whispered words of "I will love you forever, Jamal."

"Jamal, you fuck me so good, lover. Your big black cock is so big, it fills me up so good, and feels so wonderful. I love your cock deep in my pussy. I want your black baby so badly. I wish that I could tell my husband, and that he would let me have your black baby. I need your black child, I want your black child, so much." Mary purrs.

Jamal grunts

"Jamal, Sweetheart. I have decided that I am going to try to convince my hubby tonight. I am going to tell him the truth, that I am NOT prejudiced, that I really am a Black cock whore. That I want a black baby from my BBC lover. I hope he doesn't' divorce me. But I can't take this lying anymore." Mary coos.

Even if I could forgive this act of COMPLETE betrayal and even desire to have sex with my wife EVER again, she has ruined her pussy for me, stretched it out for his obviously much larger Big Black Cock.

Her whole body and most especially her pussy is completely and permanently stretched, defiled, and ruined for me since she obviously loves this Big Black Man's Big Cock. What betrayal, what a disgrace doing the most disgusting things I can imagine. I get out my cell and record a minute of this for all our parents to see.

I may be just a nerd, but I am still a young strong nerd that golfs. I can see that they are stroking faster, getting close to another climax for her and probably his as well. I slowly and silently approach the bed and then quickly step up on to the side boards to gain some height, which puts his nuts at the perfect putting height for me.

I slowly swing back, being careful NOT to hit the overhead light, even though it is not on, I don't want to break it. Proper form, his nuts bouncing around, target acquired. Just as she starts to orgasm, I swing down HARD and surprisingly hit his balls perfectly. I would have 'sunk' that punt! "HOLE IN ONE!" I said loudly.

Let the SCREAMING begin!

Jamal rolls back, dismounting my wife and his face is now close to where his balls had been. LOL He won't need those teeth anymore. WHACK! teeth and blood splatter! Back to attacking those Big Bad Black Balls....Whack! Whack! Whack!

Mary screams for a minute then just collapses into a fetal position. Jamal meanwhile is moaning in pain trying to protect his nuts with both his hands.

Whoops that must have hurt those fingers on that hand. Whoops, that must have hurt the fingers on the other hand. Well, no protection for the Big Bad Nuts Now!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

and.......................................................................... WHACK!

"Hey, Jamal, how do you like my wife's pussy, NOW? You bastard! You know, it is a dangerous thing to fuck another man's wife! Darn right Dangerous! It don't look like you are going to ever be able to do that again. EVER! Oh, hold on a minute... WHACK! I am sorry. I missed a spot." I said calmly. All of my proper golfing form gone, as blood splatters around the room.

Jamal just moans in pain, my wife the skanky slut, seems to be out of it, as well. She is just turned over into a fetal position and passed out.

I dropped the worthless putter in the blood splattered bloody carpeted floor. Jamal must have lost more blood than I thought! Maybe I better.... have a beer and think about what to do next.

Ring Ring Ring

"Jimmy, I just came home early and caught Mary fucking a black guy. I used my putter to help ensure he doesn't EVER do that again. Now there is blood all over the bedroom. What do you think I should do?" I asked my best friend.

"Call the cops and report the rape of your wife that you stopped! Don't worry about a thing. I will make some calls for you. Just make the call and have a beer. See you later." Jimmy said.

"911, What is your emergency?" the 911 operator said.

"Yes, I want to report a rape. I just came home and found a black man raping my wife. He wouldn't stop, no matter how much I begged him to stop. I didn't have any weapons to stop him with then I ran and got one of my best and most expensive golf clubs. He still wouldn't stop, so I had to keep hitting him until he did!" I said.

"Help is on the way sir. Please let the officers in when they get to your door." she said.

"OK" I said and hung up, opened the front door, for when the police get here.

I went back to drinking my beer in my recliner. Pondering what to do with my life now that my cheating slut skank wife is going to have to work more hours at the hospital since I won't be supporting her any more. Either I will be in jail, so no more support from me. Or I will leave for another country. Either way, the skank is on her own from now on.

Suddenly I hear and see the flashing lights out and I quickly jump up to open the front door screen.

"POLICE, OPEN UP!" the officer says.

"Yes, Sir, please come in. It was myself that called. They are both upstairs sir. My wife is in shock and the Black man that was raping her is just laying there, after I had to use my most expensive golf club to stop him." I explained.

One officer went upstairs, the other questioned me.

"Do you have any identification sir?" The officer asked.

"Yes, sir, here is my drivers license. I am Philip Wizkowski, everybody calls me Whiz. My wife Mary, and I and our little son, little Bobbie, all three live here." I said to the officer.

About that time everybody else showed up. A couple ambulances, another patrol car, and another fellow that looks like a lawyer and a couple Police Detectives.

The officers in the patrol car started sealing off the area with yellow tape. The ambulance EMTs came in to tend to the injured parties upstairs. A plain clothes officer came in to take over the questioning.

"My name is Detective Sergeant Joe Friday, this is officer Frank Smith. I would like the facts and only the facts." the Detective said.

"I spilled coffee on myself at work during morning break, and my boss sent me home early. I came in and found that black man raping my wife. I don't have a gun or any kind of weapons, but I did remember my golf clubs and got my putter." I said.

Then another man in a suit and tie walks up listening for a second.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wizkowski?" he said.

"Yes sir, that is me." I answered.

"I am your Lawyer, Perry Mason, don't say another word. I will handle it from here."

So my Lawyer Perry Mason, and the Detective walk over into the corner to quietly confer.

They return after a couple minutes that I used to check on little Bobbie who was still sleeping quietly in his bassinet, regardless of the circumstances and commotion.

The Detective went on upstairs to the 'crime scene' and my Lawyer conferred privately with me.

"I hurried over here as fast as I could. It looks like I got here just in time before you said anything incriminating. Just let me do all the talking from now on." Perry said.

"How did you know to come so fast?" I asked him.

"Jimmy Dean called me on my private line. We are old friends. Get your child and lets go to lunch, let the cops do their thing and maybe they'll be gone by the time we get back." Perry Mason said.

We go to a nice restaurant and Perry picks up the tab. While we are there he asks me questions about what happened to get a clearer understanding of the situation. I explain everything to him completely and truthfully.

Then Perry, who is driving, insists we stop by Jimmy Dean's house for a moment.

Ginger opens the door topless as usual, and Perry was ready to squeeze Gingers breasts as soon as she opened the door.

"Perry! So good to see you again! Come on in, and you too Whiz, bring little Bobbie in here. Is little Bobbie hungry? I have milk in my breasts if you want me to feed him for you, Whiz." Ginger purrs.

"Yes, he might be Ginger. Thanks for offering." I said.

"I always love my breasts sucked. Did you want to see Jimmy, Perry, or did you just want some pussy, like usual?" Ginger coos.

"I would like the usual, Miss Ginger. If you don't mind." Perry says in a business like manner as if he was in a restaurant ordering a burger.

Since Ginger has little Bobbie latched on her right breast sucking energetically she says, "It will be just a minute Perry, Little Bobby won't take long. Here sit down on the sofa and I will start with my hand. Whiz, why don't you go on down and visit with Jimmy while I am feeding your child and entertaining Mr. Mason." Ginger purrs.

It wasn't an hour later that Ginger knocks on Jimmy's office door and lets us know that Mr. Mason is ready to leave now.

We leave and head over to my house, and Mr. Mason drops me off so he can return to his office. When he gets back to his office he sends his P.I. Paul Drake to start investigating the situation. Mr. Mason had told me, just try to relax and get some rest so that I can take good care of my child, little Bobbie.

It is lonely and weirdly quiet at our house. I don't understand why Mary isn't here, I never hit her. So I call the hospital and finally I talk to her Doctor that explains that after the rape, she had a nervous breakdown and maybe sometime before she can talk or return home.

I call Jimmy and he tells me to come back over for dinner with little Bobbie. I agree.

knock knock knock

Ginger opens the door, topless as always, and welcomes us in with a big smile.

"Ginger, why aren't you working tonight? After all it is Friday night, isn't that one of the bigger nights at the stripper bar?" I ask, astounded that she was home.

"Whiz, we don't need the money so bad. It is more important that we take care of YOU the best that we can. You and little Bobbie both need dinner and after that you definitely need some hot sex to cheer yourself up after your cheating wife's betrayal, we figure." Ginger purrs sweetly.

"Whoa, that is very nice of you guys. Is Jimmy in his office?" I asked.

"Nope, he went to get some more Bud Light. Here give me little Bobby, so I can feed him my milk, and you come stand in front of me so I can suck your cock at the same time." Ginger purrs.