This story contains material related to interracial sex, non-consensual sex, unsafe sex, cheating/cuckolding, and possible pregnancy. If these subjects offend you, then please go no further and find another story to enjoy.
This story was written at the request of another couple. Some of the descriptions and content are tailored to them, and them alone. Any chapters beyond this one are subject to feedback and motivation to proceed with this series. The Author hopes you enjoy.
Any names, resemblances, and/or descriptions resembling real or fictional characters under copyright is purely coincidental. All characters are age 18 or older.
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"Honey... I had a really bad day at work..." Pam started out, dreading this moment and while knowing she had to do it, she had no idea how to tell her husband that one of her students had his way with her.
Even worse would be his reaction when he found he couldn't claim he raped her because her resistance was marginal, at best. Pam had done just about everything she could to encourage him, save bend over in front of the young black student and pull down her panties for him as an invitation. The fact the young man had taken full advantage of the circumstances, as well as availing himself to her body fully had humiliated the young, pretty wife, and as she sat in front of her husband, her vagina was still seeping some of DJ's love-juice onto the seat cushion.
John looked to his wife with genuine concern. He knew his wife had bad days at work, frustrated days with administration, frustrating days with academics, and of course the near constant frustrations with student discipline. But this must be particularly bad. His wife was on the verge of tears. "It'll be alright, Sweetheart. Just tell me what happened. I'm here for you."
So Pam did. How it all started with growing bored grading papers, and then trying to take a short walk, the hallways being sabotaged and turned into a high-powered wind-tunnel by some unknown students on such a powerfully windy day, and how her skirt billowed out and then up, exposing her modesty to the lecherous student. A student known for womanizing, conquering other female students, and even some of their mothers. Now he could lay claim to a teacher as one of his notches in his bedpost. It was made worse as there were other students who witnessed the event, some of them suing their cell phones to document her fall from the lofty height of respected educator to the level of a mere woman turned slut, all by a young man and his hard black cock.
John looked on, listening with great attention, and at first, his knuckles were nearly white as his hands closed into fists, while imagining doing things likely to land him in prison for beating the young thug to a bloody pulp. But then another part of his mind began to visualize what his wife was telling him. Being a teacher, her command of the English language was exquisite, and she spoke in terms far from clinical. To his dismay, he even found her descriptions filling him with arousal. His shorts were tented by his hardness as he watched his wife's buxom, trim body, the jouncing of her breasts in her silky gold satin blouse giving him images of her body being subjected to full, hard jolting thrusts from her erstwhile, illicit lover. Her body succumbing to his prowess, until she cried out in release, shivering greatly while her cervix was coated with shot after copious shot of cum from a young black thug. The images were enough to allow a small droplet of his pre-emission to stain the front of his short, something he would not be able to hide.
As Pam finished, and reached for a napkin on the dinner table, her chest heaved with a wracked and ragged breath, having released her fears to her husband, and prepared to receive the onslaught of his anger. She could not blame DJ, for he merely took advantage of the opportunity she had so carelessly provided. She had been caught by surprise and reacted badly. She expected yelling, shouting and the use of harsh names. She expected him to call her a slut, and even a whore, and other denigrating terms she could think of that she had over-heard from her students. Maybe even things thrown across the room, and the sound of glass breaking in his ire and ranting. She hoped no one would call the police in fear for someone's safety. Even more, she hoped that her husband didn't try and get his own retribution. DJ was not a small man in the male department, and he wasn't a small man in the other departments as well. She had little doubt DJ would kick her husband's proverbial ass.
But that is not what happened.
"Are you alright?" John asked softly, his hand reached out to lightly caress her cheek, and brush some stray strands of brown hair from her face. "Did he hurt you?"
"No." she shook her head softly, luxuriating in his gentleness. It was exactly what she needed right then. She was down on herself enough for the both of them, as well as her parents. "I'm fine, though I am going to be a little sore, I think. He isn't a small man."
Sitting back, John had to ask the one question all husband dread knowing when finding out their wives have been unfaithful, either knowingly or not. He had to go there. "How big is he?"
He was hoping that the answer was not going to be what he suspected. His wife's descriptions of DJ were pretty vivid. Very tall, well-muscled, charming, even. A young man who hadn't even begun to realize his true potential, and was content to get all he could in the here and now. He had heard his wife share the rumors of the other girls and wives' pregnancies. Deep down, he was dreading the answer.
Holding up her hands, she started at John's length, and then spread apart to indicate an approximately ten-inches. That was what she saw after DJ withdrew from her, and his soft, flaccid cock swayed back and forth, dribbling some post-emission on a slinging series of drips onto the floor. "He's probably twice around as you, too." She added. Her fingers formed an unclosed circle with her hand as she tried to give her husband an accurate idea of how well-endowed her lover was. In that instant, John went limp.
Sitting back, suddenly rather dejected, he quietly asked her the next most important question he could think of.
"Will you be with him again?"
For her part, Pam was surprised, and her brows raised to display her reaction. Sitting there, leaning back in her chair, she had to think it through. Pursing her lips, she finally looked her husband directly in the eyes, and spoke gently. "Yes. I think it will happen again. I know him and his reputation. He's not going to be satisfied with just one time with me, and I can't report him to administration or the police. Students filmed us, Honey, and I can't claim rape. If I do, all he has to do is show any of the video to the authorities, and I am done for. So yes..." Her voice drawled out for a long awkward silence.
"What can I do to help you?" John asked worriedly.
She shook her head. "There isn't much. I mean, other than trust me to do my best to do the right thing, and for you to please love me no matter what. I am your wife, and I will always wear your ring. Just stay my husband while this plays out. Eventually he'll tire of me, soon I should hope, and he'll move on to greener pastures. In the meantime, we just have to endure it. And him."
John could not believe what he'd just been told. His wife was asking permission to have wild, wanton and unprotected sex with a school bully. Not just any bully, but a black one! What if she got pregnant? What about her reputation? What about their marriage? As he was going through these thoughts, he had to lower his hand and adjust himself, which brought about another realization. He was hard as a rock, and his clothing easily showed it. Why the Hell was this turning him on so?
"Honey? Honey? Are you alright?"
