One More Whore Wife Bk. 02 Pt. 03

Chapter 3

Lewis: After a good night's sleep and a full day of appointments on Sunday, I took Deanna back to my place around dinner time. I didn't tell her what the plan was for the evening but I was pretty sure she was relieved that I wasn't going to parade her around in public again like the night before. She wore the same dress both days and I didn't let her shower or fix her hair or makeup so by the end of the last appointment she looked pretty ragged. I fixed us some food and we ate in silence. I knew she was waiting for me to tell her what was going on, but I had instructions to let her wonder.

Rodney arrived around seven. I could see the fear in Deanna's face when the door swung open without a knock or anything. Rodney strode into my apartment like he owned the place and even I was a little taken aback.

"I hear you've had a very productive weekend, Deanna," Rodney said in a gentle voice. She nodded but remained silent. "I'm very pleased to hear that you're off to such a good start. Now I want you to take me and Lewis to your apartment."

"You want to meet my husband?"

"I want to meet him and so much more," Rodney said.

I had no idea Rodney wanted to meet Deanna's husband I couldn't imagine why. In all the conversations I'd had with him, Rodney never mentioned meeting a white husband, especially one who was confined.

"Lewis, bring the key," Rodney said as he walked out the door.

We drove the short distance to Deanna's apartment in silence. I didn't want to spoil whatever surprise Rodney had in mind for us, and Deanna looked like she was in a little bit of shock. I tried to imagine what was in store for us when we confronted Ted, but I just couldn't wrap my head around the whole scenario. It had been at least a month since I gave Deanna the cock cage for her husband to wear while I whored his wife out. Rodney had coached me on how to get her to convince him to wear it, which to my total shock worked like a charm. I'd never met the man, if you want to call him that, so I was a little apprehensive about what lay ahead for us this evening. I was glad Rodney was coming along to orchestrate whatever it was he had in mind, but at the same time, I was a little concerned that he was going to upstage me as Deanna's bull.

We parked outside of Deanna's apartment building and Rodney turned off the engine but sat still in the car for a bit. Then he turned to Deanna who was sitting alone in the back seat and just looked at her for a few seconds.

"Whatever happens tonight I want you to remember that under no circumstances are you to allow your husband to fuck you. Lewis is going to allow him to remove his cock cage for the first time but I want to be very clear on this point. No matter what he says, no matter how he begs, I want you to deny him. Your cunt belongs to me and Lewis. My clients are very specific on this point, and I deliver as promised. No white dick in your cunt, not tonight, not ever. We clear on that?"

Deanna nodded. She opened her mouth to say something but then stopped.

"What if he's not home?" I asked Rodney.

"He's home. Sissy has his cock in a cage, he never goes out. You can count on it."

We exited the car and entered the building. The elevator to the third floor seemed to take forever. Finally, we were standing outside of Deanna's apartment. Rodney motioned for her to unlock the door. When she did, he grabbed her arm and walked her inside.

"Deanna, what are you doing here?" a white guy sitting on the sofa asked. He didn't even stand as we all entered. "Who are you?" he said to me and Rodney.

Rodney spoke. "We are here to offer you a proposition. Ted, is it?" Rodney let go of Deanna's arm and looked her up and down. "This weekend your wife fucked about a dozen of my clients. Lewis here is Deanna's pimp. I don't believe you two have met, but I'm sure you've heard a lot about Lewis, haven't you Ted?" Ted finally stood up but remained silent. The news was clearly weighing heavily on him, even though I was certain that Deanna had been very clear about my intentions for her.

Rodney explained to Deanna's husband that he was going to remain married to her. He patiently described the nature of my relationship with Rodney's expanding business and the unique nature of the women that Rodney's clientele required. Divorce was not an option for Ted and Deanna, Rodney made that very clear. I wasn't sure if Ted was going to vomit or walk out, but he just remained silent and stared at his wife. Deanna kept her eyes on the floor.

"Is this true?" Ted finally said to Deanna. She nodded. Keep in mind that she still wore the dress she'd been wearing for the past 48 hours, which was the same dress she wore to fuck each of the eleven men she'd fucked over those hours. She had only been naked for me. She'd had no opportunity to clean herself or fix her appearance in any way and it showed. She looked for all the world like a perfect slut, a whore in every sense of the word. The visual evidence made Rodney's case for him. Deanna didn't have to say a word.

"Now I can't imagine what you're thinking right now," Rodney said, "but I can also believe that you feel this arrangement is a little one-sided, and you'd be right. So I'm here with Lewis to throw you a bone of sorts. I understand that you've been restrained for about a month now. I'm sure it's been a long painful experience for you. The reason for this is simple -- my clients pay a premium price to fuck a white woman whose husband is under lock and key. So you will remain caged for the foreseeable future in order to preserve that premium." Rodney turned to me. "But we don't want to be unreasonable about it, so Lewis here is going to let you unlock your cage tonight for a short period of time. Give him the key."

I fished the key out of my pocket and tossed it to him. He stood there staring at us for a few seconds not knowing whether to drop his pants right in front of us or to go to the bedroom for privacy.

"Go ahead, I've seen a caged white cock before and it's time Lewis sees one as well. Besides, I have something else in mind for all of us this evening." Rodney took Deanna's arm again and bent her over the chair that faced the sofa. She looked back at him with a mix of confusion and terror but he shushed her and pressed her back down until it was parallel with the floor. He then lifted up her skirt and offered her to me. "Lewis is going to fuck your wife so you can see how much she enjoys black cock. You are welcome to offer your dick to your wife so she can suck you off while you watch her being fucked by her pimp. Try to control yourself though, because once you come, you go back into the cage. I'd try and enjoy your freedom for as long as you can if I were you. But then, I would never be you."

Deanna: Ted looked at me in horror as I bent over the chair. He didn't say a word as he stared at me for several seconds but finally, he began to fumble with his pants. As he pulled his caged dick free from his tidy whiteys, I felt Lewis enter me from behind. I was so sore from all the cocks I had endured in the last two days that I groaned, more in pain than pleasure, but the latent lubrication quickly saturated my pussy and Lewis's cock and the pain melted away. As Lewis fucked me, I couldn't take my eyes off Ted's dick. It was less red and inflamed than the last time I saw it but it was so tiny and pink compared to what I'd been seeing that I couldn't believe I'd ever found it attractive. I looked up at Ted when he freed himself and the look of pity that must have been written all over my face made him blanch. He must have had some trouble with the scene he was witnessing once he looked up from unlocking his cage and he paused for a long while. Nonetheless, he eventually stepped over to where he could enter my mouth.

Ted's dick tasted white. I'm sure the fact that he was unable to clean it properly for the past four weeks had some bearing, but his dick tasted unmistakably white. I hadn't realized until that instant just how accustomed I'd become to the taste of black men and black cock. I hadn't realized how much I had come to enjoy the feel of black skin, the overpowering smell of sweaty black men, the pungent taste of black balls and ass. I was nauseated by Ted's dick. I wanted to turn away from him but I knew it would destroy him if I did. Even more important, I didn't want to disappoint Lewis. Or Rodney.

Ted stuck his dick in my mouth but he didn't come close to fucking my mouth. His tentative thrusts were accentuated by the pounding that Lewis was giving my pussy from behind me, but I was embarrassed by the puny effort he was making to pleasure himself with my lips and tongue. I couldn't see Ted's face but I knew that he was watching Lewis's big black cock fuck my sore white cunt. I knew it was blowing his mind to accept the fact that I was here in our apartment with my black pimp and his mentor. I knew it was killing Ted, closet racist that he was that I had nothing but contempt for him and his stunted penis. I hated my husband. For the first time in my life, I had to admit that I hated the man I foolishly married just two years ago.

Without warning, Ted withdrew from my mouth and began to squirt semen in my face. He cried out as he came, but he sounded more frustrated than relieved. I was just glad that he was finished.

"I've got a new cage for you, Ted," Rodney said as he tossed a shiny metal cage to take the place of the old clear plastic one. "It's titanium so you won't be able to hack it off if you suddenly decided to grow a pair of balls. Lock it up."

I'd forgotten that part. Ted was trying not to come so he could spend more time out of the cage. Poor Ted. Poor pathetic Ted.

Rodney reached behind his back and pulled out a gun. "I said lock yourself back in the cage, Ted." He aimed the gun at Ted's crotch. Ted quickly locked his now flaccid dick in its shiny new cage.

"Now," Rodney said as he unbuckled his belt, "you get to watch a real man face-fuck your wife, real good."