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Roaring like a bull, Brandon spurted inside David’s wife. He continued thrusting as his balls emptied – shooting powerful jets of cum deep inside her.

“Jesus,” the big man eventually gasped, as he pulled his cock from inside her. “Your wife is something else.” He clambered off the bed and patted David on the shoulder. “I’m gonna miss this.” And then he pointed at her freshly-fucked pussy. “Looks like you got some clean up to do.”

And David did. Dropping to his knees, he crawled between Cassie’s spread legs and opened his mouth. A moment later, he was licking Brandon’s cum from between her pussy lips, and the cleft between her butt cheeks.

And even as he cleaned one man’s load from his wife’s pussy, another man stood to take his place. The new stranger had pulled off his pants, and he impatiently pulled David aside so he could have a go at the white man’s wife.

David watched, eyes wide, as a third man pressed his dick at the entrance to Cassie’s pussy, and sunk effortlessly inside.

*              *              *

And as it turned out, he wasn’t the last man that evening.

Like the doorkeeper in a nightclub, Tyrone kept ushering people in – one big, black stranger after another.

“Go and take a crack at her,” he’d laugh, accepting fistfuls of bills from them. “Cum in the bitch. We’ve got white boy there to clean her up.” And one by one, they took their turn.

David lost count. He couldn’t think straight, as he watched one man after another climb between his wife’s legs and sink their dick inside of her. All he remembered were the bits in between – when Brandon would push him forward so he could suck and lick the cum from between his wife’s legs.

David must have swallowed ten loads that evening. Perhaps even more, if some of the men went back for seconds. All he knew for sure was that his wife’s pussy was rarely empty; filled with other a big, black cock or a steaming load of cum.

Eventually, the line-up thinned. A couple of them came back for seconds, but after a while either their wallets or their balls ran empty. Finally, at what must have been well past midnight, only Brandon and Tyrone remained.

David finished licking the last stranger’s cum from his wife’s pussy. Exhausted and nauseous, he flopped back against the bed.

Cassie was still unconscious – her face serene, but her body ravished. She was covered in red handprints, and her pussy was pink and puffy. David had tried to clean her with his tongue, but she was still glistening and wet.

“You’d better clean her up,” Tyrone mused. “Or she’ll know what’s up tomorrow.”

“Oh, she’ll know,” Brandon shrugged. “Bitch is gonna be
sore
.”

David panicked. He’d gotten away with it all those nights before, but this time Brandon was right. His wife had just been gang-fucked by twelve or more people; and there was no hiding those marks.

“Oh, shit,” he wailed. “Oh shit, what do I do?”

Brandon and Tyrone exchanged glances. They shrugged.

“Not our problem anymore,” Brandon mused.

David felt like he was going to vomit; and he wasn’t sure whether it was from what Brandon had told him, or from the pints of cum he had sloshing around inside his stomach.

Either way, he barely registered Tyrone sticking a wodge of cash into his hand and patting him on the shoulder.

“See ya, white boy,” he headed for the door. “It was good while it lasted.”

Brandon gave him a pat on the arm. “See you tomorrow, sport.”

And then they were off down the corridor. David heard them let themselves out of the back door.

He stood, alone and naked, in his bedroom.

Chapter Sixteen

“What the
fuck
happened to me, David?”

Cassie woke up the next morning, and was not happy.

Her pussy was red and swollen. She had hand prints on her breasts. She was all sticky, and clammy. Even after all those oblivious nights, today she knew what had happened.

“D-did you… Did you
rape
me last night?”

David was standing in bedroom, wringing his hands.

He’d been awake all night, trying desperately to come up with something to say to his wife the following morning. And, eventually, he’d done so.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “Honey, it’s been
so long
since we had sex. And you looked
so
beautiful.” He looked at his feet, and shuffled them awkwardly. “I made the moves on you last night and thought you’d wake up and be into it.”

Cassie was furious. At first she accused him of rape, and threatened to go and stay with her mother. But as the morning wore on, she softened; eventually telling him:

“What you did was an utter betrayal, David,” she hissed. “I can’t believe you would stoop that low.” But then she wrapped her arms around herself and admitted: “But after two months without sex, I guess I can understand why…”

She squirmed uncomfortably.

“But what did you do to me?” She rubbed her crotch. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I had sex with an entire football team.”

*              *              *

So that was how David dodged that bullet – and as he drove to work, he considered how lucky he was. He’d gone through the last night of this experience, and from here on it he could finally focus on what was important – him and Cassie.

That was, until she called him.

“David?” She still sounded pissed off; which he could hardly blame her for (if she knew the truth, he’d probably be sitting in a jail cell or a morgue right now.) “I need you to do something for me.”

“O-okay,” he nodded. “What?”

“I need you to do and see our doctor and…” She took a deep breath. “Have a fertility test.”

David nearly drove his car off the road.

“O-okay,” he replied blankly. “I can do that.” He paused. “But, why?”

He heard a deep breath on the other end of the line.

“Because I’ve been listening to these hypnosis tapes for so long, and because you had sex with me last night –
even though you knew you weren’t supposed to
!”

She paused.

“We’ve been trying for a baby for so long. I just need to know whether it’s my fault, or if there’s something wrong on your end.”

David nervously gulped.

“O-okay,” he promised. “I’ll go and see my doctor today.”

*              *              *

And he did.

David was an hour late to work that morning, because he went to masturbate into a little plastic cup and give it to his doctor.

As he stood in the little room, with porn magazines on the counter, he rubbed his cock to climax thinking of what he’d seen the night before; of his wife getting plowed by stranger after stranger.

It felt wrong, and awful – but it had his cock spewing in just seconds.

After he’d handed his little cup over to the nurse, he drove to work and ducked into his cubicle. He had one more thing bothering him – his penny stocks.

Logging into eTrade, he saw what had transpired since the day before yesterday – the stocks he’d invest in had gone up 25%.

This was mind-blowing, David realized. His account was worth nearly $20,000 now – all from a $500 investment just a week and a bit ago. He realized that if he could keep this up, he’d soon have enough money to make some really life-changing choices; and hopefully provide for Cassie in a way that would help him to forget the ordeal he’d put her through the last few weeks.

Chapter Seventeen

Weeks passed.

In that time, Cassie seemed to forgive David – but they still weren’t sleeping together.

“I have just a few more nights of my hypnosis tapes left,” she told him – and David had seen that her supply of pills matched her claim. Why she was taking the pills, he didn’t know – but at least the end of their sexless streak was coming to an end.

At work, things were starting to get crazy.

David continued to dabble in the stocks that he saw Phil, from Investor Relations, purchase. And the more money he had to invest, the more absurd the returns were. Twenty thousand dollars had become fifty. Then seventy five.

David realized that he was earning enough to pay off his mortgage. Perhaps even quit his job (although how would he get his stock tips then?)

*              *              *

It all came crashing down the next morning, though.

On his drive to work, David received a phone call him the doctor’s office.

“We’ve completed the semen analysis you requested,” the nurse explained. “The doctor’s confirmed that there’s zero sperm motility. We’d like you to come in to discuss it – and what options you and your wife might have regarding pregnancy.”

“O-options?” David stammered, steering with one hand.

“Yes,” the nurse explained. “In case I hadn’t made it clear – you’re functionally sterile.”

David’s mind reeled.

He and Cassie had been trying for a baby for so long, so it made sense. But during all that time, it had never occurred to him that
he
might be the problem.

Feeling woozy at the news, David turned his car around and headed home. He was calling in sick today.

Pulling into his driveway, David was surprised to see Cassie’s car parked too. What was his wife doing home?

As he climbed up the steps, his heart was in his throat. For a minute, David wondered if he was going to find his beloved in bed with somebody else; the ultimate cliché of the wife screaming: “I didn’t expect you home so soon!”

But instead, as David opened the back door, he found his wife fully dressed and sitting at the kitchen table silently.

“W-what’s wrong?” David asked. Cassie didn’t even look up. She didn’t even ask him what he was doing home on a workday.

Instead, she just passed over a little pink, plastic stick.

David picked it up and stared at it, dumbfounded.

It was a pregnancy test. And, according to the big, smiley face on it, Cassie was pregnant.

“W-what?” David blinked.

Fuck, he thought, staring at the stick. Oh, fuck. He was done. He was dead. He was busted. The worst possible scenario had happened, and David’s world was about to come crashing down as a result of it.

As far as his wife knew, she and David had barely had sex in months; and as the doctor would no doubt tell her later, even if they had, it wouldn’t have made any difference.

David was infertile.

So the reason Cassie was sitting there, so silent and menacing, was because she wanted to know
how
she got pregnant.

And the answer to that question?

It must have been Brandon. Or Tyrone. Or one of the other men he’d let into their house, and let fuck his sleeping, oblivious wife.

Some big, black stranger had got her pregnant – and whatever he told her now, the truth would come out in nine months’ time. And then it would end in a divorce court if he was lucky, or a jail cell if he got what he deserved.

David took a deep breath and looked up at his beautiful wife. He opened his mouth to say something… But, instead, Cassie burst into tears.

“I’I’m sorry,” she wailed.

David blinked.

“
You’re
sorry?”

Cassie looked up, her eyes red and puffy.

“I’m
so
sorry, David,” she wailed. “We were careful, I swear. I
really
thought we were being careful.”

“I… Um…” David blinked. “I’m confused.”

Cassie looked at him like he was retarded.

“I’m having an affair, David,” she told him. “How else do you think I got pregnant? That one time two weeks ago? When I was asleep?” She shook her head. “I already called the doctor. I know you’re infertile.”

David gripped the table for support and his legs threatened to give way.

“Y-you… I mean…”

Cassie started crying again.

“It’s got to be his,” she explained. “I don’t understand
how
. We always used condoms.” She looked up and repeated: “We were careful, I swear.”

But David was still playing catch up.

“Wait,” he demanded. “
What
?”

Cassie wiped her nose on the back of her hand.

“I’m having an affair,” she repeated. “I’ve been having an affair for two months now.” She shook her head. “Why do you think I haven’t been sleeping with you?”

“T-the hypnosis tapes,” David blinked. “What about the hypnosis tapes?”

“Oh, David,” she shook her head. “I’m so sorry. That was just to keep you away.” She reached over and patted his hand. “It’s going to sound crazy, but I didn’t want to sleep with you while I was sleeping with him.” She blinked. “It seemed like
cheating
, somehow.”

David shook his head.

“Wait,” he demanded. “Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re having an
affair
?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “With Tony, from work.” David had no idea who Tony was. “I was trying to find the right time to tell you.” She picked up the pregnancy test. “I guess this is it.”

David blinked.

Cassie was pregnant.

And she was having an affair.

And she thought she was pregnant because of that affair – with whoever this “Tony” from her work was.

But the reality was starkly different.

Cassie was pregnant, almost certainly, from one of the big, black men who’d gangbanged her that night. Or from Brandon or Tyrone.

In any event, it meant that Cassie was in for the surprise of her life when her baby emerged in nine months’ time.

Her
baby, David blinked.

It was meant to be
their
baby. They’d been trying for so long.

Hell, at this stage he’d even consider Tyrone, Brandon and the rest of those black strangers as sperm donors; ready to raise their child as his own.

But Cassie had different plans.

“So now you know I’m having an affair,” she told David coolly. “I think it’s best if you move out. Today.”