She had that devilish gleam in her eye again.  If I didn't know better I'd swear
she was starting another session.  One right after the other was unheard of.  She
said, "In that case, I don't want to get cured.  I like my life just fine.  What
do you think of that?"

"I think you're being honest."

"I am.  It really bothered you that I let your father screw me, didn't it?"

"Yes, very much."

"In that case, I'm going to start screwing him again. Maybe, I'll give you
another baby brother or sister."

"Cynthia, slow down.  Don't get carried away with this.  Let's just keep things
the way they are.  You have your secret flings, torment me if that turns you on,
but lets not test the bonds of our marriage this way."

"You're right.  I do tend to get carried away, but my pussy insists I go on."

"Pussy, huh.  Do we have a new vocabulary now?"

"I like using dirty words.  I only kept them from you so you'd think I was still
a good girl.  Now that you know I'm a bad girl, I want to talk like a bad girl. 
Didn't you like seeing my pussy and hearing me talk filthy."

"I love it."

"I thought so.  It's a new torment.  It makes you horny, but you know you won't
get any.  You won't either, no matter how much you beg.  I'm never going to let
you fuck me again, never."

"Come on, Cynthia.  You can't mean that."

"I do mean that, Bill.  I want you to crave my pussy so badly that it hurts.  It
will hurt more if you know you'll never get any while every Tom, Dick, and Harry
is.  You'll stand a better chance with Jackie Smith."

Cynthia turned so that her feet faced me, then spread her legs wide.  Her
gorgeous pussy fanned open before my eyes and her fingers spread the lips further
as she said, "Look at my twat, Bill.  Stare at my pussy hole.  You've never seen
my pretty, pink pussy hole, but I show it to every man I fuck.  You've never had
your head close enough for a sniff, but every man I fucked got to lick it and
suck it till he was content.  Look at my asshole, Bill.  I'm choosy about who
fucks my pussy, but I'll let any man fuck my ass, any man but you.  I suck cock
and swallow sperm, too."

I said, "I'm getting you some professional help."

"It won't work.  The first thing they tell you is the person needing help must
want help.  I don't want help.  I just realized why you haven't cheated, and
won't.  It's your little dick.  You can't very well seduce a woman, then pull out
that pathetic little worm you call a dick.  She'll laugh in your face.  And now I
finally believe that you won't leave no matter what.  I believe that, Bill.  I
was never sure, but now I am.  So, what's to stop me from fulfilling my ultimate
fantasy of totally cutting you off.  Nothing.  Bill, consider yourself officially
and irrevocably cut off.  But I want you to know I still love you. Love hurts,
Bill.  Mine does, anyway."

"You are serious, aren't you?"

"I'm dead serious.  My horny pussy is more dead serious than I am."

None of this came as any surprise to me.  Cynthia has been cutting me off for as
long as I've known her.  She has been tormenting me sexually for as long as I've
know her as well. She's been confessing to acts of infidelity since high school,
just to see how I'd react.  I knew she went out without panties, and I figured
she had a few encounters as a result.  The rest was fantasy, even the part about
my father.  He has been impotent for the past ten years.  Cynthia got carried
away with her fantasy, because I played along for the first time.

I could have stopped the act anywhere along the way by getting upset or angry. 
My hurt, submissive, puppy dog look drives her fantasy, but real anger cools her
heels.  She values our marriage as much as I do, and any threat to it sends her
into a panic.  We fight as all couples do, but we never go to bed mad at each
other.  Cynthia can't sleep if I'm still angry.  Half of the sex I get is to end
my anger.

This time was different only because I stayed submissive and she kept going and
going.  This told me more than I ever dreamed about her desires and fantasies. 
This session was the first I'd heard of her getting off on bearing me a bastard
child.  Oddly, in light of my goal, that was very welcome news.  We established
many firsts:  The first look at her spread beaver; Her first orgasm with me; An
open confession that she derives pleasure from sexually tormenting me; Her first
open masturbation; And her new vocabulary was a very pleasant surprise.

"Well?"  She said.

We had arrived at the part where I would normally get upset and challenge her
story, eventually getting at the truth.  I would then force my way on her, taking
the sex she cut off.  This allowed her to resist, then surrender without passion,
taking my screwing like a wet dishrag.  She'd be happy for days afterwards. I
wanted to see what she'd do if I remained submissive, so I said, "I can see
you're serious this time, Cynthia, and you really did commit adultery."

I looked at her wet twat as though seeing sperm.  This made her look for herself,
probably trying to see what I was seeing that made me think she had sperm in her
twat.  To distract her, I added, "You obviously don't care if you get pregnant,
or what anybody thinks, so I guess I'll have to adjust to the idea of raising
another bastard, maybe another of my father's.  As for being cut off, I've been
cut off for most of our marriage.  I've learned to live without sex from you. 
I'll survive.  What else can I say?"

She looked disappointed, and was not prepared for this.  I could almost read her
mind.  She didn't know whether to come clean and clear her good name and
reputation, or to allow me to go on thinking that she was screwing every guy she
met and trying to get pregnant.  I played my part convincingly, and I know she
bought it.  She didn't understand my sudden change from being an overly
possessive and insecure husband, to a wimp who was forced to accept his inability
to satisfy his own wife, but she was intrigued by the change.  After a long pause
for the internal debate, she decided to let the situation ride, saying, "Good, as
long as you know how things will be from now on.  Hey, we were talking about that
Raul guy.  Where did we leave off?  I want to hear more."

"I told you he got a hardon thinking about screwing you in public."

"I wonder if I flashed my pussy to him.  Did he say he saw my pussy?"

"No, but he may have heard about it from someone."

"You said he had a big cock.  How big?"

"We didn't pull it out and measure, but by the lump I saw, I'd say he had a cock
longer than twelve inches, maybe fourteen inches."

"No way.  Fourteen inches of cock?  Bill, that's about this long. Cocks don't get
that big - do they?"

"On black men they do.  Raul is part black."

"Fourteen inches?  How thick would you say it was?"

"I'd say as thick as your wrist."

"Good God, that would be like a horse."

"They call him tripod.  Anyway, tripod wants to take us out dancing tomorrow
night.  I told him you love to dance."

"It sounds to me like he wants to do more than dance."

"I'm sure he does, but what's the problem?  You let any Tom, Dick, and Harry. 
Why not screw Raul?  At least Raul can advance our standard of living."

"That's different, those guys were anonymous encounters, faceless fucks."

"What about the guy who comes every Thursday?  He sounds like a lover to me."

"Well, he's not.  I don't even know his name.  He just shows up every Thursday
and screws me.  Wham bam, and he's gone.  Raul will always be there.  He'll be
your boss.  Word will get around. Besides, he's black, or half black.  If anyone
in my family got wind of us fucking, there'd be hell to pay.  Besides, I'm not on
the pill.  Suppose he got me pregnant.  That's why, Bill."

"Regardless, he wants to meet you and he wants to dance with you. Is there any
harm in that?"

"No, but he'd better not try anything.  I do not like being pawed and groped in a
public place, except in fantasy.  Don't you dare leave us alone, not for a
minute.  And another thing, do not invite him in our house afterwards.  He might
get fresh with me in front of the kids.  I don't think it would be wise to get on
social terms with him.  Let's just do the dancing thing, have a few drinks with
him, get to know each other, and hope for the best."

"I wish you'd remember who this guy is.  You could at least suck him off, or let
him fuck your ass.  Any man can fuck your ass, remember?"

"He's not a man, he's a two legged horse.  Let him fuck you in the ass.  You're
the one trying to get a promotion.  I'll let him talk to my titties while you get
under the table and suck his cock for him.  You'd probably like sucking a giant
dick.  You couldn't keep your eyes off his crotch.  He probably saw you licking
your lips just thinking about it.  You're the only man I ever met with penis
envy."

That made me angry.  I lunged for her, pinned her to the mattress, and fucked the
shit out of her.  After I pulled out, she cut me off forever, again."

Cynthia was nervous about meeting Raul.  I made his intentions obvious, and she
painted herself in a slutty corner by sticking to her stories.  Everything was
falling into place neater than a puzzle for the mentally disabled.  I could see
light at the end of the tunnel.  If Raul was the cocksman he claimed to be, and
if Mr. Killinger was right about Cynthia's reaction to getting screwed by a big
cock, the only major hurdle was the bastard pregnancy, and that hurdle did not
loom as big as it did in Mr. Killinger's office.

I thought I knew Cynthia inside and out, but she showed me many more facets in
just one afternoon.  I still had no doubt that Cynthia had never experienced a
dick other than mine, and for her to go from my four-inch cock to one
fourteen-inches had to be frightening to her.  Hell, I was frightened for her.  I
saw the cock, and I knew Cynthia's pussy, at least the first four inches of it. 
Cynthia was not into pain, and for her to fuck a two- legged horse, she'd have to
be to enjoy it.

The next few days passed quickly.  Cynthia grew more anxious as the hour drew
nearer.  She did not want to go out with Raul without panties on, but I cajoled
her into going bare under her short dress.  I told her that I promised him she
would.  She was faced with the prospect of having to come clean, or play the part
of a woman who likes showing her pussy.  I wanted to see how badly she wanted to
preserve her stories, and I discovered she wanted to preserve them very badly.

After she removed her panties, I said, "Now, he'll want to check for himself, so
don't make a fuss whether he lifts your skirt for a look, or reaches under for a
feel."

Cynthia recoiled at that thought, and said, "I can't let him do that."

"Damn, Cynthia.  I don't understand you.  If you won't have sex with this guy,
the least you could do, the very least, is to let him do anything else.  Compared
to everything else you've done, this is nothing.  Unless you were lying about all
that."

"I wasn't lying about anything.  You saw the man's sperm for yourself.  I just
don't want to encourage him any more than I have to, that's all."

"Well, you're going to have to let him check your pussy out as often as he likes
and however he likes, and act like you enjoy showing it, even if people are
watching.  If you don't, you're going to make me look like a liar, and we can
kiss that promotion goodbye."

"Damn, Bill, why did you go back to see him and tell him those things?"

"Because of what you told me.  I didn't see a problem.  Hell, two days ago you
wanted me to exaggerate your sexual prowess.  Today, when I go in and tell him
how you really are, without exaggeration, even holding back some information, you
say I should have lied the other way.  Jesus Christ, Cynthia, make up your mind. 
Actually, it's too late to do that.  He's been told. He's expecting a hot woman
who likes to show her pussy, and that woman better be you.  I can forgive your
cheating, I can forgive what you did with my father, I can forgive all the sperm
you let into your unprotected womb, but if you ruin my chances for promotion,
Cynthia, I don't think I could forgive you for that."

"Bill, I..."

"What, Cynthia?"

"Nothing.  I suppose it won't hurt to give him some cheap thrills, but you'd
better make damn sure he doesn't try to screw me.  I have a weakness for big
cocks, so you better be alert and ready to intervene if you don't want a black
baby calling you Daddy.  Frankly, I could care less.  In fact, my lover is
black."

I made a mock pained expression and said, "Oh, Cynthia, how could you?"

"That's right, Bill.  That was a black man's sperm you saw in my pussy yesterday.
 Deal with that."

I was just about to deal with it when we heard a horn honking in our driveway. 
Cynthia tightened, and said, "Oh shit.  That's him."

"Remember what I said, Cynthia.  You get your mind set to show your pussy, all
evening if necessary."

We left the bedroom and stopped at the door so Cynthia could give last minute
instructions to the sitter, a sixteen-year-old from the neighborhood.  Kevin and
John, my boys, and Angie followed the sitter out to wave goodbye to us from the
front step.  Raul met us at the door and tossed me his keys.  I missed them and
fell back to pick them up.  I saw Raul pull Cynthia to him and turn to walk with
her to the car.  He swung an arm low around Cynthia's waist, pulled her close and
introduced himself while sliding his hand below her skirt hem in the rear.  Me,
my kids, and my sitter saw him move the skirt up Cynthia's legs and on up over
her naked ass cheeks.

They hadn't taken six steps from us.  Cynthia stopped dead when she felt her
skirt clear her ass.  I could not believe what I saw, and froze picking up the
keys.  Raul swung around to stand before Cynthia, then used both hands to cup her
bare ass cheeks, pulling her cunt in tight to his crotch, then bending to kiss
her.  Cynthia's hands came up as though to stop him or push him away, but seconds
into the kiss, her hands slowly fell to hang limply at her sides.

At that moment, I wanted to scream or rush them, turn a hose on them, something. 
As the kiss went on, and as Raul's fingers drifted lower toward Cynthia's sex
pouch, which was already visible to us, as his big dark hands kneaded and pulled
at her fleshy white globes, exposing more of her pouting cunt lips, even her
asshole, I didn't want to move.

The scene was the most erotic sight I ever saw, and the damage had already been
done.  The kids were rooted in place.  We were all watching his fingers move down
and in toward her moist center, while he whispered something in her ear.  Soon,
his fingers were massaging her swollen cunt lips, rubbing over her hanging clit,
pulling her sex open, then squeezing her shut.  On and on it went while Cynthia
simply stood limply hanging on his words and his kisses.  Cynthia was oblivious
to everything around her.  She had to be to allow such a crude exhibition to go
on before her kids, a neighbor, and me.

I had to do something, so I moved to open the passenger side door for them.  They
ignored that hint.  I went to the driver's side, climbed in and started the car. 
They ignored that as well. Luckily, the sun had set an hour ago, and the streets
were empty and quiet.  Only one house had a view, and it was vacant.  They were
illuminated by the porch light and the light from the walkway lights shined up
from below.  The sitter stood rooted with the kids around her.

I knew they were going to fuck when I saw Cynthia drop her arms, but I didn't
think they'd fuck on my front lawn in front of my kids and a girl with a
reputation for talking.  The idea that they might do just that had my dick hard. 
Just when I thought they would never stop, they broke the kiss.  Raul, turned
Cynthia to face the kids.  She stood staring straight ahead, arms hanging, as
Raul reached for the zipper of her dress and slowly dragged her zipper down to
her ass.  Cynthia made no move to stop him, even as he peeled the sleeves off her
naked shoulders.  The dress fell to Cynthia's feet, leaving her in a bra that he
quickly divested her of.

Raul got close in behind her, pulled her head back by the chin, and resumed the
kiss as he molded Cynthia's breasts.  After a few seconds on her breasts, his
hands slid down to her crotch. Though I only saw the action from profile, he was
manipulating her cunt as he'd done from the rear.  He finger fucked her.  Of
that, I had no doubt.  The action of his plunging hand coming up in the center
told me that much.  He stopped for a second to place Cynthia's hands in her
crotch.  When he let go, they remained, but not idle.  Cynthia was masturbating
befor the kids as Raul freed his cock and slid it through her wet inner thighs.
The end popped out the front by three inches and Cynthia pulled the thick
chocolate shaft tightly to her cunt.

I thought I'd seen it all, but then Raul reached down and lifted Cynthia's left
leg almost straight up with his arm hooked under her knee, also while turning her
one quarter.  The kids had the best view as they looked at Cynthia's beaver in
the standing splits as Cynthia guided Raul's cock to her opening.  Even I could
see the head press in and the eight inches of shaft that followed.

They fucked in this position.  Cynthia was delirious from the first entry, and in
a stupor by the end.  She came several times, but her climaxes were not much more
dramatic than her response to the fucking in general.  When Raul came, he gave
her three more inches of cock.  There wasn't enough cock left out to get a fist
around.

He left his cock deeply embedded as he lowered her leg.  He had to hold her up
until she could stand steady.  He then drew out. I saw the white river of cum
pour out of her gaping wide hole and cascade down both inner thighs.  Raul
stepped back.  Cynthia went forward and kept going forward until she got to the
kids.  She stood before them, full front and talked.  I couldn't hear what she
was saying, but I could see where the kids were looking. They seemed fascinated
by her pussy, and rightfully so.  I was fascinated.

Raul gathered Cynthia's dress and came over to the car.  He leaned his head in
and said, "Piece of cake.  What did I tell you?"

I said, "Did you have to fuck her in front of my kids, for Christ sake?"

"I didn't have to, I wanted to.  Cynthia got off on it.  By the looks of things,
so did you.  Don't worry, the kids will see much worse when Rambo Sambo stops by.
 He likes to fuck the mommies in front of the kiddies.  They'll get used to it,
but they never tire of watching."

I looked back to see what was taking Cynthia so long and saw her standing with
her knees out, stooped over with her hands in her crotch.  The kids were on their
knees looking at the pussy she was showing them.  Raul said, "She sure is proud
of her pussy. She's acting like she never took a cock bigger than her finger."

Cynthia returned moments later and hopped in the car, declining Raul's offer of
the dress.  Raul got in beside her, tossed her dress in the back seat, then
pulled the door shut.  Cynthia said, "You believe me now, don't you.  I warned
you; I can't resist a man with a big cock.  I guess you want a baby."

I said, "What were you talking to the kids about?"

"I had to explain why we were fucking on the front lawn, didn't I?"

"And you explained that?"

"Sure.  I told them I was horny, and I'm in a hurry to make them a new brother or
sister.  Besides, Carla wanted to negotiate a deal for her silence.  She wants to
call her boyfriend over so he can watch us when we get back tonight.  She wants
to see us do it on the living room floor with all the lights on.  The kids want
to stay up.  Can we do that, Raul?"

"Sure, baby, but you need a fresh cock if you're going to perform.  I'll call
Rambo Sambo from the club and have him meet you here.  He's blacker than midnight
with a cock bigger than mine, only a little shorter.  He'll warm-up your audience
for you.  He's good with kids."

She said, "Call Carla over so I can tell her to let him in."

I said, "Cynthia, are you nuts?"

She ignored me and turned to the window to yell for the sitter. Carla flounced
over.  "Carla, there will be a big black man coming over sometime tonight.  He's
going to do the fucking you want to see, so let him in and be nice to him.  He'll
keep you all entertained until I get back."

"Kevin and John want to fuck Angie.  Angie wants to let them.  Do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind.  You guys have fun.  Come on, Bill.  Let's go. The sooner we
get there, the sooner I can show more pussy and get more cock."

*   *   *

As it turned out, the club was Raul's, and it was a private club. Cynthia did a
strip tease on a stage and performed every sex act imaginable with Eugene before
eighty people.  When we arrived home, Rambo Sambo was giving my naked Angie a
horsie ride on his horsie cock.  Everyone was naked.  Cynthia fucked Rambo Sambo
on my living room floor with five minors peering in at their fucking crotches
from every angle.  On Monday morning, I stripped Cynthia in the lobby and carried
her to Mr. Killinger's office, then set her on his desk.  Cynthia made a spread
for him and said, "I need Killinger cock, and lots of it."

I got the promotion.