“Good. Now, Sally doesn’t know that I’m here, or that I invited you to come over to our hotel room tonight. I’m going to tell Sally that I have a ‘special surprise’ for her tonight, and that it will be delivered to our room at 8 o’clock sharp. So don’t let me down, Jerry.”
“So I’m gonna be Sally’s ‘special surprise’ then, huh?” Jerry asked.
“Yes. Do you think you’d enjoy that, Jerry?”
“Oh fuck, yes!” Jerry quickly chimed in.
“There’s one last thing, Jerry. I don’t want you to ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ Sally tonight. I want you to take your time, and do whatever you two would naturally do together, if I weren’t there, watching you.”
“I got news for you, Carl. Sally’s not really a ‘take your time’ kind of girl. Even when you’re not there. She’s more of a ‘get right down to business’ kind of girl, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well, I’ll see you tonight then,” I said, after putting my clothes back on, and then giving Jerry a firm hand-shake on the deal that we just made.
“Oh, by the way, there’s another guy, named Rico, that will be joining Sally and me tonight. He’ll be there in our hotel room at least an hour before you get there. I’m actually paying him $1,000.00 to fuck Sally in front of me, believe it or not. It’s a long story.”
“What? You’re paying this Rico guy to fuck Sally, but you’re not paying me?”
“That’s right. Unlike you, Rico has never fucked my wife before. He also didn’t get my wife pregnant, like you did. But don’t worry. It shouldn’t take Rico very long at all to get the ‘dirty deed’ done, and be long gone, by the time you get to our hotel room. And that’s because I’m not paying Rico to take his time and gently make love to my wife. No, sir. Rico is well-aware that I’m paying him to give the ol’ ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ intercourse experience to Sally. I even told him that I’d help hold Sally down, so that he could rape her, if that’s what it took to get the job done.”
“Is Sally okay with all this?” Jerry asked.
“With being raped? Oh hell no! She doesn’t even know about Rico yet. I mean she knows who Rico is. Heck, she couldn’t keep her hands off him last night. But he didn’t get to fuck her. And that’s because I paid him to leave, before that could happen. Trust me, it’s a long story. And I’m not gonna get into it here. But, be that as it may, tonight, Rico’s my first ‘special surprise’ for Sally. And you’re my second.
“Now don’t get me wrong. Just because I’m okay with the idea of Rico raping Sally tonight, that doesn’t mean that I want you to rape her.”
“Good! ‘Cuz I’m not comfortable doin’ somethin’ like that to Sally. After all, she is my niece.”
“Yeah. I know. But don’t forget. She’s my wife. And after the hell that she put me through last night, she deserves to get raped by some low-life jerk, like Rico.”
“So let me get this straight. You’re gonna get Rico to fuck Sally first, and then give me ‘sloppy seconds’ with her, huh? Jerry remarked.
“Yeah. But I know you don’t mind gettin’ a little sperm on your dick.”
“I don’t mind gettin’ a little sperm on your dick, either!” Jerry blurted out, and we were both laughing pretty hard, as I was leaving Jerry’s place.
“Hey, I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” I joked right back at Jerry, “It looks like I’m gonna be gettin’ “sloppy thirds”, after you stretch Sally’s pussy wide-open with that beer-can dick of yours, and turn it into Sally Caverns. It’ll be like tryin’ to fuck an elephant.”
“Yeah. But at least, she’ll be a good-lookin’ elephant!” Jerry remarked. And we both laughed out loud, as I also realized that I had accidentally let the cat out of the bag about me intending to fuck Sally tonight (after everyone else had left our hotel room).
But what made me laugh even harder was that I already knew that Sally wouldn’t be laughing tonight when she discovered Rico knocking at our hotel room door again. And I also knew that she wouldn’t be happy about her Uncle Jerry unexpectedly showing up tonight, either.
And as I was getting into my car to leave Jerry’s apartment, I couldn’t help but vividly imagine how exciting and satisfying it was going to be for me to ultimately mix my sperm with Rico’s and Jerry’s, deep down inside Sally Caverns. Talk about poetic justice…
What I didn’t know at the time, was just how far off my “predictions” would be, from the way that things would actually end up turning out tonight in that God-forsaken hotel room!
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CHAPTER 3 – Linda’s Creampie and Sally’s Comeuppance
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After leaving Jerry’s house, I grabbed some fast-food burgers and fries, and brought them back to our hotel room. I woke up Sally and she wolfed down her burger as fast as she could, without choking on it.
She said to me, “While you were gone, my friend, Linda, called. She sounded pretty distressed on the phone. She said that her and Pete had a hell of a fight, and that she needed someone to talk to. And so I asked her to come over to our hotel room. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not. I really like Linda a lot. And I think she’s really cute–for a black woman, that is.”
“Yeah, I can tell you really like her. You wanna fuck her, don’t you, Carl?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to. A woman can tell those kinds of things, you know? Call it instinct.”
“But she’s black,” I protested.
“And you’re white. So what,” Sally countered. “That didn’t stop our forefathers from fucking their slaves, did it?”
“Oh, come on, Sally, don’t be ridiculous. Linda’s not my slave.”
“But what if she were. Would you fuck her? Or would you turn down that little Nubian clam, between her legs?”
“Why do you care so much about whether or not I want to fuck your best friend?”
“Because I want you to fuck Linda. That’s why. And I want you to ‘do it’ right in front of me. I mean, why should you be the only one getting all the cuckold fun in this relationship? I can be a ‘cuckoldess,’ if I want to, can’t I? After all, what’s good for the gander, should be good for the goose. Right?”
“Well, sure.”
“Okay then.”
“But Linda’s a married woman. Why would she let me fuck her?”
“Because she wants to have a baby. That’s why. She and Pete have been trying for years, and still no baby to show for their efforts. That’s what they’ve been arguing about this whole time. And it’s about to tear their marriage apart. With a little bit of coaxing and guidance on my part, I’m sure that I can convince Linda to do whatever it takes to save her marriage–even if it means, fucking my husband, so that she can finally get a bun in that hot little oven of hers.
“And I promise you Pete will never be the wiser. He’s a white guy, just like you. And so even if that little mulatto baby were his, it still wouldn’t turn out looking like Pete anyway. And after you get Linda pregnant, her baby won’t turn out looking like you, either. So Pete will just assume that it’s his baby, and that he somehow managed to miraculously get Linda pregnant. And of course, Linda will be more than happy to let him go on believing that.”
“God, you are one evil little bitch, aren’t you?” I remarked.
“Yeah. And you know you love it! So what do ya say, Carl? Do you wanna fuck my best friend when she gets here? Don’t worry. I’ll get her ‘warmed up’ for you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’ll see when she gets here. All I ask from you, is that you promise me that after today, if Linda ever wants you to fuck her again, you’ll go ahead do it–and you’ll always let me watch. Deal?”
“Damn it, Sally! What am I supposed to say to an offer like that?”
“You’re supposed to thank me for being such an understanding and cooperative wife. Don’t forget that I fucked a black man last night, just for you. Now I want you to fuck a black woman for me. Is that really too much to ask?”
“No. Of course not. I’m just a little worried. That’s all,” I admitted to Sally.
“Worried about what? That Linda will say ‘yes’? Or that she’ll say ‘no’?”
“Neither. I’m worried that you’re just teasing me right now, and that you don’t really plan to follow through with your ‘fuck my best friend’ offer, after Linda gets here.
“Oh ye of little faith,” Sally said, “I may be cruel. But I’m not that cruel. You know me better than that. I’m not a cock-tease. I would never offer a man some pussy, and then deny it to him–even if it’s not my own pussy, that I’m offering.”
“So then you really do want me to fuck Linda, right in front of you?”
“Yes, I do. And I want you to embarrass the crap out of her too!”
“Wow! What did Linda ever do to you?”
“Let’s just say we have a history together. You did know she’s ‘bi’, right?”
“No, I didn’t. But I guess I do now. Does her husband know?”
“Of course not. Did you realize that I’m bisexual?”
“No.”
“Well, neither did I. At least, not until I met Linda. That’s when everything changed. Why do you think Linda and I are always hanging out together? It isn’t for the shopping. I can promise you that.”
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how often do you and Linda have sex together?”
“Linda and I don’t ‘have sex’ together. We ‘make love’ to one another. Just like you and I used to, back when we first got married.”
“Hey. That’s no fair!”
“I know. It’s definitely not fair. That’s why I turned to Linda that very first time, when she ‘put the moves’ on me.”
“I don’t believe it. Linda seduced you into having sex with her? Are you sure it wasn’t the other way around?”
“Yes, I’m absolutely positive.”
“So, how often do you two guys ‘get it on’ with each other?”
“I really don’t keep track. But I’d say we make love at least once or twice a week. But only when we’re not on our periods. And by the way, we’re timed together in that department, so that whenever I’m on the rag, Linda is too.”
“TMI. That’s just gross!”
“Yeah. Well how do you think we women feel about it? I mean, how would you like to bleed from your dick once a month?”
“I wouldn’t like that at all.”
“That’s what I thought. So quit giving me shit about me gettin’ some pussy, once in a while. At least Linda’s pussy is nice and clean. Unlike mine. And that’s ‘cuz Linda has only ever fucked one man in her entire life. And that’s her husband. But that’s all gonna change today, Carl. Thanks to me and you, and what we’re gettin’ ready to do.”
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