The Sweet Wife, Book II: Maureen's Choice

Chapter One-3

“I won’t. I won’t forget again. I’m sorry. I should know by now how you want me.”

“And how’s that?” Robert asked.

“When I’m with you, with any black man, I should spread my legs and show him my cunt.”

“Why’s that?”

She thought for a moment, “To let him know it’s his. To let him know he can f**k me.”

Robert started the car. “Is our little white b***h wet, Sammy?” He asked.

Sam’s hand moved up along her leg until his finger traced the furrow of her slit. She felt her face burning. Sam rubbed her c******s. “Yeah, Robert, she’s good and wet. It’s like Travis said, ‘this white b***h is always hot for the black man’.” He touched her lower lip with the tip of his finger wet with her secretions. Obediently, she parted her lips. He slid his finger between them. She sucked it. In her mind’s eye saw herself sitting in the back seat of Robert’s cab with the repulsive Sam, her dress pulled back, her bare legs spread so that both men could see her moist cunt, the two men grinning at each other as she sucked her own juices from Sam’s finger.

Sam withdrew his finger from her mouth. Ignoring her, he spoke to Robert, “Damn, Robert, she got soft puffy lips and a hot mouth. This gonna be a good fuckin night.”

“s**t, man,” Robert said, “you ain’t tellin me something I don’t know. My d**k’s been in her mouth a couple times.” He turned slightly to look at them then concentrated on driving, “What I don’t understand is she’s supposed to do only the rich and powerful motherfuckin brothers. What she doin with a dumb ass low life like you?”

“You right, Robert,” Sam leaned back, his hand still on Maureen’s bare thigh, “Travis and the Captain say she to bring in fifteen hundred for a night’s work, hundred bucks an hour.”

“We all know you ain’t got that kind of money,” Robert said.

“Just keep this to yourself,” Sam leaned forward, “one of the Captain’s customers, a white guy, was behind on a big bill he owed. Dex started to lean on the motherfucker so the guy says he might talk to the Feds about Dex’s business.” Sam chuckled. “Well, that bastard ain’t talkin to nobody now unless it’s some fuckin fishes.”

Robert nodded, “So how much you get?”

“Two thousand. I take five hundred and ask Dex and Travis if I can have Mrs. O’Donnel for a night. Well, more than a night, fifteen hours to be exact.”

“And they say okay?”

“That’s right. They both say okay.”

“Fifteen hundred a lot of money, Sam. I hope she’s worth it.”

Sam leaned back and placed Maureen’s hand on his crotch, “She gonna be worth it, ain’t you Mrs. O’Donnel?”

Maureen couldn’t believe what she’d heard. The man beside her had murdered someone in order to have her for a night. She was responsible for someone’s death. And Sam was a cold-blooded killer. She’d brought him into her house, and would do so again. She’d introduced him to her husband. She would spend the night with him in her own house, in her own bed. Feelings of guilt and remorse consumed her and then fear. Her whole body shook.

Roughly, Sam took her arm and turned her to face him. “I asked you a fuckin question, b***h! You gonna be worth a hundred bucks an hour or ain’t you? You gonna do Sammy good, real good all night long and in the fuckin morning too?”

The thought occurred to her that he might kill her, that he was capable of killing her family. She called on reserves of strength she didn’t know she had. She reached her hand, still trembling, to touch his pockmarked face, “I’ll be worth it, Sam,” she said, her voice shaking, “I’ll be worth a hundred dollars an hour. I’ll be good to you, real good to you all night. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, like you said. I’ll look good for you and be naked. When you’re finished eating, I’ll get on my knees in the kitchen and suck you…suck your…your…cock for a long, long time.”

Sam spoke so Robert could hear, “Drink my c*m? You drink my c*m?”

She could feel through his trousers that his c**k had begun to swell. Still looking up into his ugly face, she licked her lips, “Yes, honey, I’ll drink your c*m. Your hot c*m will be my breakfast.” The thought of taking him back into her home terrified her. She moved her hand over the bulge in his pants and tilted her head up toward him pleading with her eyes, “But, Sam honey, wouldn’t it be better if we went to a motel? We could be alone then. No one else around. I’d feel so much more relaxed. I’d do things to you, different things, make love to you that…..”

Quickly he grabbed her chin hard. His fingers pressed painfully into her cheeks. He brought his face close to hers so that when he spoke his spittle sprayed her face. “Listen to me b***h! We is goin back to your place. I want your husband to hear you moanin when I f**k you, hear you screamin when I make you c*m. Don’t give me no more s**t about motels!” He let her go and sat back.

Robert glanced at her over his shoulder. “I gotta say Mrs. O’Donnel is lookin good after what all she done last night. By rights, she ought to be damn tired.”

“Why that?” Sam asked. He stroked Maureen’s bare thigh occasionally trailing his fingers along her slit.

“Tell him,” Robert said. “Tell Sam what old Travis had you doin last night.”

Maureen was trying desperately to think of a way to keep Sam from coming home with her. She didn’t answer. Angrily, Robert repeated the question.

“I’m sorry, Robert,” she apologized. “Last night Travis…Travis took me to a hotel room. At first I was blindfolded. There were seven men.”

Sam turned toward her, “Black men, right?”

“Yes, they were all black men.” She paused, looking out of the window.

Sam squeezed her leg, “What you do for these seven black men?”

“Everything, everything they wanted.” She knew Sam was waiting for her to explain. “They had me dance for them. I took off my dress so that I was naked. They made me kneel in front of them and crawl to them. I kissed them, tongue kissed them.” Talking about the evening caused her breath to come faster. Sam felt her p***y moisten. He realized talking about it was making her hot. “Go on,” he said. “What else you do?”

“They made me suck them…suck their cocks.” She saw herself on her knees, naked, the men gathered in a semicircle around her, their stiff c***s glistening with her spittle. “They took me…I mean they f****d me.”

“Your ass, too? Did the brothers f**k you up the ass?”

“Yes. I think all of them did. All of them had me twice. I think two of them had me three times.”

Robert pulled the cab over and stopped in front of an upscale club called, “Dex.” He turned to face her, “You like it? You like what they done to you?”

She looked directly at him and spoke in a low even voice, “No, Robert. I felt dirty. I felt terribly ashamed, guilty, degraded.”

Robert nodded, “But that ain’t all you felt. Ain’t I right?’

She looked away, “You’re right Robert. It’s crazy but I also liked what they did, what they made me do. I felt this…this need to give myself to them. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here.”

Robert grinned at her and winked at Sam, “Well, Mrs. O’Donnel, you got yourself one mean motherfucker of a date tonight. I expect he gonna f**k your mouth, your ass, and your p***y. Ain’t that right Sam?”

Sam reached across Maureen to open the door, “That’s right, Robert,” he said motioning for her to get out. “This white b***h gonna feel Sam’s prick in every damn one of her holes.” He climbed out of the cab but leaned back in and spoke loud enough for Maureen to hear. “And she gonna let her husband know how much she’s liken it.” Robert laughed and waved, then drove off.

At the entrance to the club, Sam stopped and faced Maureen, “Listen up, b***h. I bought you for the night. You fuckin belong to me. You show the brothers and sisters and white folks inside that you’re mine. Let them know you’re hot for me. Let them know you want fucked.”

He grabbed her arms roughly and stared at her. He was sweating. The evening had become hot and humid, but she felt a chill pass through her body. The thought that Sam had murdered someone terrified her. The realization that she would be made to take him back to her house frightened her even more. The children’s room was next to hers. Only a narrow hall separated the two bedrooms. Sam would be in her bed, probably drunk and loud. She would be with him, naked, trying to please him. She simply couldn’t take him home. Maybe she’d still be able to persuade him to take her to a motel instead. She had to feed his ego, had to make him start to like her, had to convince him she wanted him. To expose her children to this heartless murderer was unthinkable. She prayed that Brian would find somewhere to take the children for the night.

They were still standing at the entrance to the club. She looked up at him and stepped forward to press her body against his, “You excite me, Sam. Right from the first you did, but I was afraid.” She paused, then continued, “What you did in order to have me excites me.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed her crotch into his, “You make me hot, Sam. I want you to f**k me tonight. I want you to f**k me hard.”