Part 3
The look of absolute despair on my husband's face was a picture! The man who had
taken so much away from him at work was standing naked in his bedroom doorway
having also taken his wife. He was completely unable to stop the tears streaking
his face as the realisation dawned on him. At that moment I felt so proud to be
the slut bitch of such a powerful black stud and I felt nothing but disgust at
my spineless wimp of a husband who was unable to do anything about my lover
fucking me in our own home. Chris tried to lever himself up off the bed, but he
was too weak and fell back, banging his head on the wall and whimpering even
more at his wretched situation. I couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at me
with pitiful eyes - he was silently begging for my help but I was only going to
help Joe to make sure that Chris would never again be able to claim me sexually
as his wife.
As my husband watched and I stared back at him without compassion, I reached
around Joe's huge frame and grasped his massive cock and began stroking him back
to erection. Joe smiled and said
"See wimp - your wife is now my bitch. She's my whore to fuck whenever I want
and you will not be able to do anything about it. If you even think about
challenging me I will use your resignation letter to have you out of your job so
fast it will make your head spin. I'll take your job just as I have taken your
wife."
Chris was completely broken and sobbed uncontrollably - he knew Joe could do it
and probably would anyway, just to torment him. His tears made me even hotter as
I witnessed my real man reduce my pathetic wimp of a husband to the level of a
snivelling schoolgirl. I had nothing but contempt for Chris as I felt Joe's
manly cock stiffen in my hand and my husband was powerless to stop us openly
enjoying each other's bodies. Joe turned and forcefully kissed me. I knew he was
doing it to make sure my husband knew where he stood and I responded
passionately, clutching at his ass cheeks as he ground his solid cock between my
soaking wet thighs. In the background I could hear Chris weeping and moaning,
"Please nooooo!" Right then I decided I would show Joe that I really was his and
show Chris that there was no way he would ever again be a man in my eyes. I
broke off my kiss with Joe and walked over to my husband's bedside. I took him
by the hair and snapped his head back so his eyes were level with my ravaged
pussy.
"See that you pathetic cuckold?" I sneered. "That is what a real man does to a
woman's cunt - something you could never do. See his cum running down your
wife's thighs? See how my pussy lips are puffed up and red? That is how I need
it - not like with your miserable little pee-pee."
Chris tried to look up into my eyes and I could feel real anger rising in me. As
I held his hair with one hand, I started bitch-slapping him with the other,
backwards and forwards, his head snapping from side to side with the force of
the blows. Each time I hit him, I felt a rush of power and it turned me on even
more. He tried to shield himself from the blows, but his arm and shoulder had
not yet healed properly and he was unable to defend himself. As I continue to
rain fierce slaps on his pathetic face, Joe approached me from behind and
slipped a finger into my wet pussy. Each time I slapped Chris, Joe would flick
my clit, encouraging me to continue. In minutes, my husband was a snivelling
wreck of a man. He was sobbing his heart out at the physical and emotion pain I
was subjecting him to, but this only served to heighten my and Joe's horniness.
I was surprised at how tiring bitch-slapping my husband would be - I think Joe's
attentions behind me were taking something out of me too! Chris's face was soon
red and puffy (much like my battered pussy, but for different reasons). As I
tired, Joe took my arm and led me to the couch by the other side of the bed.
There he sat me down and motioned for me to stay. Then he went back round to the
other side of the bed and took my place, grabbing Chris by the hair. He dragged
my poor hubby out of bed by his hair and Chris tried to stand, but was unable to
manage it. So Joe dragged him across the room by his hair and propped him up
against the bedroom door. It was clear that my husband could not stand on his
own, so Joe bodily lifted him off the floor and hung him by the collar of his
pyjamas from the coat hook. He looked even more pathetic than ever, hanging from
the door with his feet a few inches off the floor. Joe looked over at me,
clearly pleased with his handiwork.
"Do you want to carry on hitting this miserable worm?" asked Joe.
"No baby, you take care of it for me - you're so much stronger and I want to
play with my slut pussy while I watch you break him into pieces so he'll never
dream of trying to fuck me again."
Joe smiled and nodded as I spread my legs wide and parted my labia to get at my
throbbing clit. Joe turned to my husband and gave him a slap across the face.
Chris moaned and tried to lift his head, but the position he was hanging in made
it too difficult for him. Joe stripped my husband of his pyjama pants so his
tiny, boyish cock was on display, removing any last vestige of dignity that
Chris might have been clinging to. Joe laughed heartily at the sight of my
hubby's miniscule dick and I couldn't help but join in with the laughter.
"I'm ready Joe darling," I panted. "Now do him for me baby - finish him."
Joe turned to my dangling husband and gave him the first of many heavy punches
to his gut and face. With each blow, I was leaking more and more juice onto the
couch as I witnessed my lover first humiliate and then destroy my husband both
physically and mentally.
After the fifth or sixth punch to his stomach, Chris suddenly started to piss
himself, as he had not regained full control of his bladder since the accident.
Joe stopped the beating for a few moments to let my husband empty himself, but
then restarted with added ferocity. This time he was concentrating his blows at
Chris's groin and the sight of hubby's genitals jumping up and down under the
barrage of punches heightened my arousal.
Soon Chris's balls were starting to swell until they were almost the size of
Joe's! But Joe wasn't about to end my husband's torment just yet. As Chris hung
on the door like a very bloody and virtually unconscious rag doll, Joe grasped
his balls firmly and violently yanked them downwards several times. Chris made a
little gurgling sound and twitched in mid-air, but was unable to cover up from
the ball busting he was getting from my powerful black lover.
By this time, I should say, I had been through several orgasms watching Joe take
my husband apart, but I so desperately needed a real man's cock inside me.
Although my legs had turned to jelly, I managed to pry myself off the couch and
move over to Joe. He turned to me as I approached and I couldn't resist running
my hands over his bulging biceps.
"Oh you are so strong, baby," I simpered. "You did a really good job on my wimp
husband - feel how wet it made me," and I guided Joe's hand down between my
thighs. "I think we can continue dealing with the wimp later, but right now I
need you inside me. Please fuck me with that wonder-cock of yours."
Joe wiped his bloodied fist on my husband's pyjama top, patted his head like a
dog and guided me over to the bed. My passion was greater than ever before.
Watching my lover deal with my husband and destroy him in front of me sent me
into a sexual frenzy and we fucked like never before. I came and came on Joe's
thick black pole and after the longest time he shot his copious sperm deep
inside my cum-craving cunt.
As we cuddled up in post-fuck contentment, I looked over at Chris, who was still
hanging motionless on the door. I asked Joe if he thought we should check on my
husband, but he just said to leave him where he was.
"Just one thing," I said and slipped out of the bed. Walking over to Chris, I
stood in front of him and raised his head with one hand as I reached between my
legs with the other. I gathered a handful of Joe's and my juices from my
freshly-fucked cunt and raised it to my husband's face. I smeared the juices all
over his face and even forced some between his battered lips and into his mouth.
"There." I said to Joe, "Now he's really marked as a cuckold."
Joe smiled at that and beckoned me back to the bed. For a spilt second, I felt a
little guilty about what I had done, but the feeling passed in no time and, as I
snuggled up to Joe's muscular chest, I knew that Joe, Chris and I were all where
we should be and that this most exciting moment of my life would be relived many
times in future.
