It's That Time Again                                 

                                                                    

                                                                             by Barticlees

          

  My wife saw the look in my eye.  It was Friday night and it had been a very long and hard week at work.

  Slowly she put down the fifth grade papers she was grading onto the kitchen table.

  "No, John, no.  Not again" she said desperately.

  I was a little surprised.  She knew me so well.  She knew me even better than I knew myself.  I hadn't even decided to do it yet but as soon as she spoke I knew she was right.

  "No, please, John," Marsha began to cry as she looked into my eyes.  "Please John, no.  Please.  I....I....I'll suck you off.  You'd like that wouldn't you.  Wouldn't you like a nice blow job?"

  I just looked back at the tv and continued to drink my beer.

  Marsha broke down and sobbed at the kitchen table.  "Why John, why" she sobbed into her hands as they covered her face.

  "You know I love you Marsha...." I said but the words failed me.  I coudn't articulate it.

  I kept watching the ball game on the tube as Marsha sobbed through her grief.  Eventually she calmed down.  "I'll go put on my teddie," she said softly.  She loved me as much as I loved her and it was a testament to the depth of her love for me that she let me do this "thing" that I needed to do occassionally. 

  "The pink one, John."  she said quietly as she got up.  "I know you like that one best."

  I finished my beer in one big gulp and went to the fridge to get another as my wife prepared herself in our bedroom.

  A few minutes later, after I had chugged the beer, I got up and went into the bedroom. 

  Marsha was laying on her side covered only by her sheer nightie and her string thong.  As John put his hand on her shoulder and gently rolled her over onto her back he gazed in wonder for the millionth time at the perfect beauty of her big breasts.  They were milky white, even through the pink nightie, and they were as natural as sunshine. The nipples were perfect too.  They were large and brown and made a man's mouth water like a chocolate chip cookie does to a hungry boy. 

  Only what John had in mind was not for boys.  No, sir.  Not for boys at all.  For men only.

  John took her wrist and pulled it towards the bed post.  Then he took the silky rope he had bought for this purpose last year when he had decided it was time to get what he needed from his wife and carefully tied her hand to the post making sure the knots would hurt some but not to much, and that she couldn't get loose.  He wanted her to feel her helpless but not to be in too much pain when they fucked her.  Then he tied her other wrist and her two ankles to the rest of the bed posts. 

  Marsha didn't protest.  She submitted to his need and watched as he took a shower, shaved,  and got dressed to go out. 

  "I may be a little late tonight dear" he said as he flipped the swich on the wall and then headed down the hall way towards the door. 

  As he opened the door to leave, in spite of his own self hatred, the muted sounds of his wife sobbing helplessly on the bed turned him on and only hardened his resolve...and his cock.

  This time he drove a half hour down the interstate to a motel bar he knew about.  He didn't like to go to the same place twice.  He didn't want to develop any "regulars". 

  Once inside he took a seat at the bar and started making chit chat with the bartender and whoever would listen to him. 

  He had a friendly way about him that made people like him.  And he was sure to buy a beer or two for the men he thought might be likely candidates. 

  He looked for out of town business men mostly who were traveling and lonely.  The better looking and handsome they were the more he liked it.  If they were fit and tall that was a plus.  And he didn't care what race they were; white, black, hispanic, whatever.  'Come one, come all,' he thought sadly to himself....'as long as you come inside my pretty wife'.

  This night he singled out one tall black guy sitting by himself in the corner.  John worked up his courage and, as he pretended to be walking casually by he made a comment about the local pro football team. 

  The black man took the bait.  John had criticized the starting quarterback and he knew everyone hated the starter and wanted the backup.  So did Tyler. 

  John soon sat down and engaged him a lengthy heated conversation about football.  Tyler looked like an ex-football player and , as it turned out, had played college ball for USC before he blew out his left knee.

  John made sure that Tyler got all the drinks he wanted.  After about an hour, when Tyler was loose as a goose and they were both feeling a little giddy, John took out his cell phone and made a call.

  After pretending to have a conversation with his wife he hung up and looked Tyler in the eye.  "Hey big guy" he said trying to sound drunk, "how would you like to fuck my wife for me?"

  Tyler just stared.  "Say what dude?"

  "Oh fuck man," John continued trying to act drunker than he was "that was my wife on the phone.  She said it's Friday night and if I don't come home and fuck her she's going to be mad at me.  I hate it when she gets mad at me."

  "Dude, you are drunk man."

  "No, seriously.  She said if I can't do it for her then the least I could do would be to bring her someone who can do her...fuck her that is."

  "Are you shittin me?"

  "No, Tyler.  I swear.  Here look," John said and started showing Tyler pictures of he wife on his cell phone.

  Tyler made a low whistle.  "Man, your wife is hot dude.  Are you sure you're not fuckin with me because if this is some kind of trick I will break both your knees motherfucker."

  John leaned forward and looked Tyler in the eye.  Suddenly, in a very sober and serious tone he said "Tyler, I need to see you fuck her.  I like it dude...and, you can do whatever you want to her.  She likes it any way you want it."

  Tyler stared dumbfounded.

  "And if I am lying you can beat the shit out of me if you want to.  I won't even fight back.  All you have to do is follow me to my house.  If you don't feel right then you can just drive away."

  "Man, I've heard of white dudes like you." Tyler said mulling over the situation.  After a few moments he picked up his beer, drained it, and slammed the empty bottle loudly down onto the table.  "Okay, motherfucker, I'll follow you. But this better not be a trick."

  John's pulse quickened as he heard the words and his cock was hard in his pants as he got in his car and looked into his rearview mirror to see Tyler following him in his big black Lexus.

  Soon they were at John's house.  As John got out of his car he watched as the big black Lexus parked in the street and Tyler got out and walked towards him.

  "Nice place man,"  Tyler said looking around appreciatively at his house and yard.

  "Thanks, I do allright."

  "You first" Tyler insisted as John opened the door to let Tyler in.

  "Okay man, " John said as he understood that Tyler still couldn't believe his good luck.  "She's in here" John said as he led the way down the hall. 

  Marsha looked divine when John turned on the light.  Her long lustrous hair was all over the silk white pillow and her perfect body was on display for the stranger.

  "Hi honey," John said casually, "I brought someone who wants to fuck you.  Is that okay?"

  Behind him John heard Tyler's low whistle again. 

  "Hi baby," Marsha said trying as hard as she could to play along with this perverted game.  "Any friend of yours is a friend of mine."

  It pleased John to hear her say that line.  She knew it turned him on and he appreciated her being such a good sport about it all.

  "Honey, this is Tyler.  He wants to fuck your pussy,"

  "Among other things" Tyler interrupted as he approached the bed.  "Hello Marsha.  You look lovely tonight."

  "Th...th...thank you...uh...um...T...Tyler" Marsha stammered as she looked at this big imposing black man standing next to her.  This was the first time she had been with a black man.  She felt as though she was very, very far from the comfortable surroundings of her fifth grade class room.  She wondered what her children and the other teachers would think of her if they could see their fifth grade teacher now.

  Marsha shivered as Tyler put his hand on her breast and squeezed. 

  "Why are you tied up Marsha,?" Tyler asked.  "Are you sure it's okay if I fuck you?"

  "She likes it, trust me" John interrupted.  "She begged me to tie her up like this.  Otherwise she would feel too guilty about having sex with another man.  This way it isn't adultery.  That would make her feel too guilty when she goes to church Sunday. 

  "Is that true Marsha?" Tyler asked as he pinched her nipple and pulled.

  Marsha gasped.  Something inside of her stirred.  Her vagina began to seep.  Something about this big handsome black man was getting to her. 

  As though reading her mind Tyler reached down and put his hand on her pussy.  He pulled the thin thong to the side and inserted his finger.

  Marsha gasped.  She was soaking wet.

  Tyler sawed his finger in and out of her wet hole.  "When was the first time you ever saw a real penis?" he asked in a soft deep voice.  "Tell me Marsha.  Tell me all about it."

  John didn't quite understand what was happening but he liked it.  He undid his pants and pushed them along with his underwear to the floor.  He didn't even bother to step out of them he just stood there jacking himself off with his pants around his ankles.

  "Oh...G..God" Marsha moaned.  "Wh...when I was a little girl....."

  "Whose was it?"  Tyler asked as he inserted another finger into the happy housewifes seething hairy swamp. 

  "My....my....my uncles." Marsha gasped audibly as the big black man with the powerful  touch rubbe the top of her clitoral stalk.  "They....they....they used to come over and fuck me when my daddy was at work."

  John's jaw dropped in shock.  His beautiful innocent wife.  His sweet little Marsha.  She had been raped?  What the.....?

  "And you liked it didn't you Marsha?"  the incredible man asked as he touched her clit and watched as the woman gasped for breath and arched her back to mash her clitoris against this wonderful man's magic finger.

  "YES..............YES....................YES.....................YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" Marsha screamed as her back arched to the breaking point and Tyler mashed his hand against her clit and rubbed in firm circles.   "YES...................YES...................OH GOD FORGIVE ME.....AAAAAAHHHHHHHH."

  Moisture flowed so thickly from her pussy that John thought maybe she was peeing herself.  But it was just all the pent up sinful and forbidden lust of her childhood that had been firmly capped off and squashed down through all the intervening years after they had moved and Marsha had realized that she missed being gang-banged by her uncles in her own bed and, sometimes, at their camp whenever her father let her go "fishing" with them at their camp by the lake. 

  She had never known if her father had known about it.  He had been a very tender and loving father after her mother died and always did his best. So she had always been afraid to broach the subject of her being used by his brothers as their own personal sex toy. 

  But now.  Now it was okay.  This....this....magic man.  This sexual savant seemed to see right through her into her soul, and into her vagina.  He knew what it wanted.  He read it's mind.  He saw the damn was aching to break and he brought her to the most intense orgasm of her life.  He broke the damn with just the touch of his fingers.  And Marsha knew immediately that her life and her husbands life would never be the same. 

  When he stepped forward and presented his cock to her face she eagerly opened her mouth to receive him.  Gratefully she sucked the head and made love to his dick with her lips.  She wanted him to fuck her face if that was what he wanted.  If he wanted to ejaculate in her mouth then she would willingly swallow his sperm.  She wanted whatever he wanted. 

  Tyler fucked the grateful housewifes face.  Her vanilla sex life was over.  Her mouth, and her legs, were now open for business. 

  Tyler pulled out of her mouth and got on the bed beside her.  He knelt between her legs and lowered himself to her vagina.  She tried to spread her legs open to receive him more, but, ironically, the very ties that had bound her so she wouldn't resist when her husband brought a stranger home to fuck her, were now keeping her from showing him a warmer welcome.

  "Tell me what they did to you Marsha," he told her as he positioned his large pole at her opening.  "What else did they make you do."

  "Oh God....." Marsha moaned as she felt him enter her.  He was divine.  He was sent by heaven. 

  He began to fuck her. 

  "Oh God....the mall."  Marsha moaned in a daze.  "They...they liked to show me off.  They...they would take me to a mall somewhere not to far away.  In the car they would make me take off all my clothes and sit between them in the front seat.  They...they...they would touch me.  They would handle my breasts and touch my vagina.  They would get me wet and aroused but they would never let me cum.  I wanted to cum so bad but they would tie my hands behind me and laugh at me as I tried to hump their fingers.  "

  John's cock was so hard it hurt.  He had to force himself to stroke slowly as he listened in awe to his wife's revelations about her incestuous past.

  "Then, when we got to the mall, they would make me wear my lightest summer dress with no panties, no bra, and nothing else except a pair of sandals.  Then they would make me walk around the mall with them for hours." 

  Marsha's eyes were closed as she shared her experiences with the two men.  But her body kept time with Tylers slow and even thrusts into her open pussy.

  "Then they would make me sit somewhere while they went off to find a boy for me to suck off." Marsha chanted almost in a daze.  "They would try to find a boy my age, someone I could relate to, and then we would all go out to the parking lot and they would watch from the front seat as I would suck him off in the back seat.

      Afterwards they would let the boy go if he agreed not to breathe a word of this to anyone and they would then make me spit out his semen into my hands and massage it all over my body.  Then they would give me back my dress and we would go troll the mall for another dick for me to suck. 

  "How old were you Marsha" Tyler asked as he buried his length inside the fifth grade teachers pussy. 

  "Middle school" Marsha said matter of factly, "and, later on, in high school."

  "What else did they do to you at the mall Marsha" Tyler asked sensing that she had only begun to reveal all of her secrets.

  Marsha grunted immediately and tried to close her legs on the man fucking her but Tyler, feeling her approaching orgasm, pulled out, wisely understanding that denying her her orgasm was the key to getting her cooperation.

  "The...the....the...bathrooms" Marsha chanted in frustration.  "The bathroooms.  They....they...would piss on me in the men's room, in one of the stalls.  They would dunk my head in the toilet bowl and then they would pee on my face and all over in my hair as they held my head over the toilet."

  John was in a trance.

  "I....I....I was afraid to make any noise.  They said if I so much as gagged and they got caught they would say they didn't know me; that I was just some prostitute that they had paid for.  I...I...I...didn't want to go to jail.  They said if I had a rap sheet that I would never be able to find any other job and I would have to become a prositute just like the whore I was."

  Tears began to appear in the corners of her eyes.  Tyler felt sorry for her and so he put himself back in her and began to fuck her some more.

  Her story continued.  "Then they would tie my wet hair back, put my dress back on me and make me parade around the mall some more while stinking of urine and semen.  They would walk behind me like they didn't know me and laugh whenever someone would turn and make a face at me or hold their noses after I passed them.  Then they would take me home and fuck me."

  Tyler waited.   There was something else.  

  "They....they....they...never let me cum" Marsha finally burst out crying.  "I got so horny that I would masturbate for hours after they left."  She was crying openly now. "They...they....they....made a whore out of me" Marsha wailed. 

  "You're not a whore Marsha," Tyler said soothingly.  "You're just a woman with needs.  Peculiar needs, true, but that's not your fault.  You were just taught a different kind of sex; anonymous sex with multiple partners."

  Marsha opened her eyes and looked hopefully up at him.

  "It's okay Marsha.  Some women just need to be gang-banged.  It doesn't make you a whore, it just makes you....ah.....enthusiastic."

  Slowly Marsha smiled up at him.  "Fuck me you lying asshole," she said through her tears.  "Fuck the shit out of me." 

  But, to both Marsha's and John's amazement Tyler stopped.  He got up, got dressed, and untied Marsha.  Then he reached into Marsha's closet, picked out her lightest summer dress, handed it to her and led her out the door without a word to either of them.

  John just stood and watched dumbfounded. 

  She was gone the whole weekend.

  Late Sunday night John heard a car door slam and moments later Marsha came strolling through the door.  She was still dressed in her summer dress, but now it was very wrinkled, and the smile on her face told it all. 

  Wordlessly she crooked her finger at John and he followed her down the hall to their bedroom.  There she quickly pulled off the dress and lay down on the bed; dried cum was encrusted all over her , particularly around her tits and in her pubic hair.

  Then she spread her legs wide.

  "Who wants some?" she said with a smile. 

                                                                                                            THE END