BBC and My Wife Ch. 04

"Shorty's Good-Bye"

I'm talking with Ben the cop in front of our house. He's telling me about Shorty: "He only served 6 of 10 by copping a plea. He took a lead pipe and beat a man to death in some alley." Ben is just looking at me. The message is clear. Cut ties with this maniac.

I tell my wife, and she wholeheartedly agrees. My boss is okay. But no more Shorty.

Shorty wasn't here yesterday so maybe it'll work out on it's own.

It's Saturday morning. We have a peaceful weekend to look forward to. We agree on that too.

Just a few hours later I'm banging my wife on the sofa. We feel like a normal couple.

The front bell chimes.

I look out the peephole. I whisper, "It's fucking Shorty. He's alone."

My wife and I just try to be quiet so he goes away. My wife is rushing to lock the pool door.

He chimes twice more. Then he starts banging on the door. "I've already seen you fucking through the window. Open the fucking door, now!"

Without looking at my wife, I just open it. She's standing there stark naked. My dick is shriveled to nothing.

Shorty just walks by me to the refrigerator, "Ain't you got nothing good to eat here, I'm fucking starving." He does treat our house like he owns it.

Then he drops those baggy shorts, "Suck me, bitch." My wife does that. She gets on her knees and takes his cock in her mouth. He's stripping while she sucks him. "Your wife is a good cocksucker."

Both naked, he drags her out the front door. There's a small area partially hidden by some bushes. She's on her knees sucking him. I can see it fully from our living room window.

Why is she doing this? A final good-bye?

He peeks over the bushes. He takes her by the hand out to our mailbox. He's looking through our mail while she stands there naked. This is 2 in the afternoon.

He tosses the mail into the air so it scatters all over our lawn. He pushes her toward it. She's naked and picking it up.

Then he basically attacks her. Gets her on her back. Now he's fucking her. Her legs go around him. Her ankles lock. Shorty is ramming in and out of her. He's fucking her so hard and crazy her ass is off the lawn.

I have to admit it's hot. Nothing like the fucking we were doing.

It's only maybe two minutes. They're back in the house. He didn't cum. His cock is still rock-hard and sticking straight out. The girth always gets to me, and he is 8 inches long.

My wife is staring at it with her mouth practically drooling.

Shorty goes into a pocket on his shorts. He pulls out a white nightie. He's holding it by the straps, snapping it in the air to get the wrinkles out. But this nightie is too short for my wife. She's 5'10. I'm barely 5'6.

"You know I was in prison, right? Well, I do kind of miss some of the bitches in there."

He stand me up. I'm powerless. I'm naked. My dick shriveled. My balls are almost receding into my body.

Shorty slips the nighty over my head. My wife is trying to suppress her laughter.

Shorty is fondling me now like I'm a girl. He has me suck on his fingers. Then he's ramming them in my ass hard. Before I know it, I'm in the same partially hidden spot my wife was.

Shorty's cock is in my mouth. He's face-fucking me.

I see my wife in the window, naked. She's playing with her pussy.

Then Shorty leads me to the spot where he was just fucking my wife missionary.

He does the same to me. Him naked. The nightie pushed up. My legs spread wide. And I'm actually fucking back at him.

He cums in my ass. It's so humiliating. He gets up. Leaving me there. My ass full of his hot sperm and semen. He's strolling to the door. He closes it. I hear it lock.

I don't even get up. I don't push my nightie down. My little pee-pee is showing. My legs still spread. If I turn my ass toward the sidewalk, anyone walking by can see it leaking his sperm into the grass. I'm weeping like a shriveling coward.

My wife comes out. Still naked. She's looking around. Shorty is now filming with his phone. She puts her head between my legs and is eating my asshole. Shorty is standing there with a hard-on filming us.

Luckily, as far as we know, no one did see us. All the kids in our neighborhood are in summer camp. Maybe adult neighbors were looking out their windows; who knows?

The front door is open. But at least we're back inside. My wife is giving Shorty head. Me still in the nightie. Shorty fondling my body.

Later we're in our bedroom. Shorty is fucking me in the ass again. I hear him say to my wife, "Hey, Em, I need a place to sleep. Just for a day or two at most."

In an instant I know. If he gets in, he'll never leave. He'll be our permanent horror. Daily. Hourly. Leaching off us.

My manly instincts returning, I actually push him off me, shaking my head violently. His short, stubby body falls over onto the floor.

Keep in mind, I'm still in my nighty, and he's naked with my prostate cum all over his cock.

Suddenly, lightning fast, Shorty is off the floor. I'm punched. I feel no pain. But I feel like I'm in slow motion as I'm falling. Off the bed. I land on our soft carpet, passed out.

I have no idea how long I'm out. When I finally open my eyes, I see a blurry image. Are my wife and Shorty fucking again? He's on top of her; he's upright. Wait, if they're fucking, she'd be on top.

Then I see his arm. Then his hands. They're on my wife's neck. Life is leaving her face.

I get up desperate to steady myself. He's so intent on choking my wife, he doesn't notice me. I grab the closest thing. Her jewelry box. I have to move. I have to. I only have one shot. I get all the body weight I can behind the blow.

Direct hit. Solid. The pointy middle top of the case hits right above his ear. I hear something. Can that be his skull cracking? Again, in slow motion it's his body this time toppling. I can see the gash in his head. Then, strangely, is it him doing this? He's falling slightly forward towards my wife.

But not enough. As he heads down to the floor, his head crashes directly on the edge of our maple nightstand.

My wife is coughing. Gasping. Trying to catch her breath.

I look at Shorty. Careful not to touch anything. I see the opening in his head. I think maybe I can see his brains, if he had any. Then that huge gash starts filling with blood. It overflows over his face onto our white carpet. I saw his face. No way he's alive. He looked shocked. Like he thought he could never die.

I lead my wife downstairs. I think she'll be alright. We're in the kitchen. She's pacing. I stand still. We quickly decide to call our lawyer before the cops.

Our lawyer happens to be Black. He's friends with my wife. He's there in 15 minutes. Our front door was open the whole time.

My wife is actually making coffee. Maybe to busy herself. We're both talking. He's just listening. We give him every detail. Background too. Ben's visit. My boss. Everything. It doesn't take as long as you might think.

He's digesting it. His eyes even close. I don't know how my wife knows, but she unzips him. She goes down on him. She's giving him head. It only takes a minute. My wife dabbing her lips with a napkin, swallowing his cum.

Relaxed. A minute after that he says, "We're lucky the DA is not a publicity hound. The media would feast on this. And she's an ex-cop. I think, I hope, I can get us no jail time."

Ben does tell his fellow cops everything. His wife never finds out. There is no trial.

Shorty had no family, so we settle to pay for his funeral and cremation.

A good lawyer beats being poor every everytime.

My boss was at the funeral. He was actually weeping, dabbing his eyes. He still fucks my wife. But just with a couple normal Blacks.

I open the door of his office without knocking.

He growls, "What the fuck do you want?"

I leave Shorty's ashes on his desk. They're in a gray tin box.

(Writer's note: As a character, I like Shorty. Readers mention him, so he serves his purpose. The series is about humiliation. Why do some of us crave it? Not to get too heavy, but why does a bully bully? What is lacking on both sides? - If it strikes me, I may bring him back in a future chapter; that story will just take place before, while he's still alive. I'm not into ghosts.)