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Chapter Five

On the last Friday of every month, the guys from work went out for Happy Hour.

David wasn’t always too enthusiastic about this, but he went along every month because it was a good opportunity to meet other people at the company he worked for – stuck in his cubicle each day, he didn’t get much of a chance to get out.

That particular Friday, things were getting rowdy.

Towards nine o’clock, people from the sales department and finance peeled off; heading back to their wives and their kids. David was about to make similar excuses, when Brandon from I.T. swaggered over.

“Yo, yo – David,” the imposing black man barked. 6’2” and 250lbs, Brandon Brown was a broad-shouldered and thick-necked character who looked a little like a strategically-shaved black bear. “C-can you give me a ride home tonight?” He hiccupped. “The guys back there say I’ve had too much to drink.”

David had spent his entire life with an inability to say “no.” Tonight was no exception.

“Er… Sure,” he shrugged. “Are you ready to go? I was just about to leave.”

“Fuuuck, no!” Brandon rolled his big, brown eyes. “I just ordered some shots. You want one?”

David really didn’t – but that inability to say “no” hit him again, and before he knew it he was being ushered over to a booth and handed a shot of Jack Daniels.

And that’s when things started to get messy.

*              *              *

David wasn’t much of a drinker – and although he’d been able to refuse the next round of shots, on account of “I’m driving”, he still ended up sipping a beer and feeling kind of buzzed.

A little woozy, he listened to Brandon from I.T. and his raucous buddies exchanging stories.

“So one time, right,” Brandon was regaling them with tales of his days making house-calls as a computer repairman, “I knock on the door to this guy’s house to fix his computer, right? And his wife answers the door
buck ass naked
.”

There were howls of laughter from his buddies in the I.T. department.

“The way I figured it, she was just horny – and her computer ‘breaking’ was just an excuse to get a well-hung brother over to do what her husband wasn’t!”

More howls of laughter.

“Oh, I gave her my hard drive, alright,” Brandon roared. “And before I left, I uploaded all over her fat ass!”

That moved the conversation on towards wives in general, and a few of Brandon’s colleagues expressed frustration similar to what he’d experienced.

“Ever since the kid was born, my wife just ain’t interested,” a technician called Lou complained.

“It’s Friday nights or nothing,” a guy called Ted complained, “if I bring home flowers – and I’m lucky.”

Brandon rolled his eyes.

“Man, this is why I got divorced. Putting up with that shit?” He swigged his beer. “No fucking way.” The big, black man turned to David. “So, B-man. How’dyou get over your wife saying ‘no’?”

Maybe it was the beer. Perhaps it was the shot. Most probably, it was because David felt not a little pride in getting more tail than any of the men sitting at the table. In any event, he shared his little secret.

“I get some every night,” he boasted. “Sometimes more, if I’m in the mood.”

Every man at the table – including the swaggering Brandon – turned and listened to David at that point.

“See, she listens to these hypnosis tapes, right?” David was digging the attention, and swallowed his reluctance to share these personal details. “She lies down, and it just out cold. So if I want some?” He winked in an attempted display of suave confidence. “I just go in there and
take it
.”

“You mean, she just
lies
there?” Ted asked in hushed tones.

David nodded. “She’s out cold. I could bring one of you guys home to look at her, and she’d never even know.” He raised his glass. “Here’s to that, right?”

The rest of the guys raised their glasses and chinked. All except Brandon. David didn’t notice at the time, but Brandon was staring at David particularly intently; uncomfortably so.

In no short time, the conversation had shifted course, and the I.T. guys were discussing which female member of the sales team had the nicest breasts.

David sat back and didn’t say anything; still wallowing in his moment in the spotlight. As a textbook introvert, it wasn’t often he felt like the centre of attention; even if it did come at his wife’s expense.

At close to nine, the guys at the table started to disperse and David used that as an excuse to tell Brandon: “We’ve got to leave.”

At first the big black man complained – but when it came apparent that nobody else was hanging back, or (more importantly) buying any more shots, he reluctantly grabbed his coat and followed David to the door.

A few minutes later, they were rolling down Route 110 in David’s Camry.

David was annoyed. He wished he’d had the balls to tell Brandon “no” when he’d demanded a ride home. Brandon lived on the other part of town; and David actually had to drive past his own house to get the big guy home.

But while that was inconvenient, Brandon was at least making the trip entertaining.

“So you know that cute little intern last summer?” Brandon boasted. Alison had been a tiny slip of a girl – 98lbs soaking wet and from a hugely overprotective Jewish family. “I fucked her.”

David’s eyes widened and he gripped the steering wheel harder.

“No way,” he scoffed. “She was such a good little girl! She went home early every Friday for
shabat
and everything!”

Brandon laughed heartily.

“It’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for, brother! She pulled my pants down in the server room and
boy
can that girl suck dick.”

Brandon nudged David so hard in the ribs when he said that, that the car swerved into the other lane.

“So,” Brandon continued. “Is it true what you said about your wife? That those hypnosis tapes lay her out so cold you can fuck her without her waking up?”

David started to feel a little awkward about admitting that, but he felt pressured to respond. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “Pretty much every night.”

“And you said you could take one of us guys home to look at her and she wouldn’t even wake up?”

David’s stomach knotted when he heard Brandon say that.

“Y-yeah, I guess.”

“Damn, brother! You gotta let me see that shit!”

“Oh no,” David shook his head. “No
way
.”

“Aww, c’mon, man. I know we drive right by your house. Let’s just stop in for a second, and let me get a look at that good lookin’ wife of yours while she sleeps.”

“Hell, no!” For the first time in his life, David was actually standing up to somebody.

Brandon noticed this, and changed tactics.

“I’ll tell you what,” he offered soothingly. “How ‘bout I call a cab and get it to pick me up from your place. Saves you the trip across town, right?”

David said nothing. That would save him forty minutes of driving.

“We’ll go in, grab a beer, and you can show me your sleeping wife’s titties, and then I’ll be on my way.”

David had drunk just enough to think that this wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Hey, I’ll even tell you what,” Brandon added. “You let me see your wife’s bazongas, and maybe I can do you a favor at work in return. Got anything in mind?”

David’s eyes widened. As a matter of fact, he did.

His boss was a huge sports freak, and had been bitching about the new company firewall blocking his coverage of the golf, football, baseball or whatever other sport he was passionate about that week.

If he could get those sites unblocked…

“Okay,” David said. “How about this?” He outlined his plans.

Brandon listened, nodding.

“Okay, brother. You got yourself a deal. Now you got some beer at home, or do we have to stop by a liquor store on the way to your house?”

Chapter Six

David parked his Camry outside his little condo, and they stood in the cold for a moment while Brandon called the local cab company and booked himself a taxi.

“It’ll be here in fifteen minutes,” the big man nodded, snapping shut his phone. “Just enough time to down us a cold one and get a look at that good-looking wife of yours.”

David led Brandon up the steps and unlocked the front door.

The condo was utterly silent. David assumed Cassie must already have gone to bed – and given her hypnosis tape schedule, that meant she was about an hour and a half into her trance.

“Crack open a beer,” Brandon ordered, throwing off his coat, “and let’s get this show started.”

David was starting to have second thoughts. Serious, second thoughts. He had this big, overwhelming man in his house now, and he felt extremely vulnerable.

Not to mention, he’d promised to show him his wife’s naked, sleeping body. How could he have agreed to something so utterly unspeakable?

His brain went through the same justification process it had done the first time he’d dared to have sex with the unconscious Cassie. What he was proposing doing was utterly wrong – divorce-worthy, even. But if she never knew about it…

“C’mon,” Brandon clapped his hands together, so loudly that David winced. “We gonna do this, or what?”

David sipped his drink. He thought about how pleased his boss would be if he got the sports firewall lifted. And he knew that the sooner Brandon’s cab came, the quicker he could get the big guy out of his house.

“Alright, then,” David finally nodded. “Be quiet, though.
Super
quiet.”

“I thought you said she didn’t wake up for anything?”

“Well, I don’t want this to be the night I find out I’m wrong.”

Brandon chuckled as he heard that: “I feel you, brother.”

Slowly, the two of them tip-toed into the living room and David opened the bedroom door with a soft ‘click.’ The door swung open – bathing the bedroom in light.

Just like for the past month and a half, Cassie lay there – fast asleep. The covers were up to her neck, and her face was a serene mask. The only sounds in the room were her soft breathing and the tinny sound of the hypnosis tapes playing through her headphones.

Brandon stood in the doorway, and peered inside.

“
Damn
,” he murmured.

And then the big black man turned to David.

“Well, what happens next. You gonna show me she’s naked under there, or what?”

David’s stomach knotted. Was he
really
about to do this?

But Brandon’s insistent staring was difficult to say ‘no’ to. And for all of his reticence, David had to admit he was kind of proud to show off his beautiful wife.

“Sssssh,” David hissed.

And then slowly – tip-toeing across the carpet – he crept to the side of the bed and looked down at his sleeping wife.

Just as before, she was utterly still; only the soft rise and fall of the comforter across her chest revealing that she was breathing at all.

David looked over his shoulder, to where Brandon was silhouetted in the doorway. The big black man grinned at him, and David smiled back; swept away in the moment.

And then he turned to look down at his sleeping wife.

Fingers trembling, he pinched the corner of the covers between thumb and forefinger and peeled them back.

Inch my inch, his beautiful wife’s body was revealed. Her slender neck, and pale shoulders. Then her breathtaking, round breasts. Then that soft, womanly tummy, and finally her gorgeous hips and thighs.

David stared down at his wife’s nakedness, and his felt his pants get tighter as blood rushed to his swelling cock.

Click
!

A bright flash of light illuminated the room.

David span around, still holding the covers up. Brandon had taken a step into the bedroom and, to David’s horror, was holding up his phone.

Click! Another bright flash of light.

He was taking pictures!

“What the
fuck
?” David hissed, letting the covers fall across Cassie’s sleeping torso. He pushed both hands into Brandon’s massive chest and shoved the bigger man out of the bedroom – two more camera flashes blinding him as he did so.

“What the
fuck
?” David repeated, as Brandon staggered back into the living room. Clicking the door shut behind him, he allowed his voice to raise. “What the
hell
, man?”

“Oh, relax,” Brandon rolled his eyes. “I was just snapping a few shots. For the old ‘spank bank’, you dig? Man, your wife has some beautiful titties.”

“Give me your camera,” David grabbed for the phone. “Delete those!”

“Hey, easy there pipsqueak,” Brandon held his camera above his head – a foot higher than David could jump and reach for. “Don’t do anything I’ll need to kick your ass over.”

“I said you could
look
at her,” David snapped. “Not take
pictures
of her.”

“Chill out, man,” Brandon pushed David back; gently, but forcefully. “I’m gonna go home and rub one out to your wife’s hot bod, and then I’ll delete them. I promise.”

“Y-you
promise
?”

“Cross my heart, man!” Brandon laughed. “Now let me finish my beer. I think my taxi’s here.”

And indeed it was – there was the ‘parp!’ of the horn outside the window.

Brandon gave David a slap on the shoulder and winked at him.

“Hey, thanks for that, buddy,” the big, black man joked, pulling on his jacket. “I’m gonna enjoy those tonight. Now look me up on Monday and we’ll get your boss’ firewall sorted out.” He made a gun gesture with his finger and went ‘pow’ with it. “A deal’s a deal, right chief?”

And then the front door clumped shut and David was left standing in his living room; not quite sure what had just happened.

Had he just let a virtual stranger – a workmate he didn’t even like that much – snap pictures of his naked wife?

Butterflies churned in David’s stomach as he thought about what could happen. What if Brandon put them online? Or shared them around the office?

And then something else struck him.

Brandon said he was going back home to “rub one out” to those pictures. He was going to jerk off, looking at photos of David’s wife.

And the thought should have disgusted him; but it actually made his cock throb.

In fact, as David thought about the big, burly black man going home to pleasure himself at the sight of David’s gorgeous wife, he found himself getting incredibly turned on.

Immediately, he started unbuckling his belt. He pulled off his shirt. He kicked off his socks, and tip-toed barefoot into the bedroom.

There, lying still, was Cassie. The covers were half over her naked body; right where David had let them fall when he’d dropped them to push Brandon out of the bedroom.

Cock throbbing, David crossed the room.

He was too horny to screw around at that moment. He wanted to be inside his wife
immediately
– only he knew her tight little pussy needed to be moistened up first.

Dropping to his knees, David crawled onto the bed and parted his wife’s thighs. Like a rag doll, she let him push her knees up and expose her beautiful, neatly trimmed pussy to him.

David opened his mouth, and lowered his head between her thighs.

The smell of her warm pussy filled his nostrils, and made his cock throb. David stuck out his tongue, and licked upwards to part the lips of her pussy. Her hips trembled as his wide, wet tongue slathered over her clitoris.

She tasted delicious; and David feasted on her. He licked her pussy until it blossomed open like a glistening flower. Then he sucked on her clit and swirled his tongue around it until the little nubbin grew hard and throbbing. And finally, as he felt a gush of moisture flood his mouth, he knew his wife was ready for him.

David clambered up onto his knees, between his wife’s splayed legs. He gripped the base of his cock, aiming the swollen head towards his wife’s open, glistening cunt. And then he pushed.

His lips and tongue had done their job. Cassie’s pussy opened up to him and virtually
sucked
him inside. A moment later, he was buried balls-deep inside his sleeping wife, and the feeling of her tight, trembling pussy was incredible.

He thought about Brandon, sitting at home staring at those fuzzy pictures of Cassie. He imagined the big, black man unbuckling his pants and pulling out his cock. David had never seen any black man’s cocks except on the Internet; and in keeping with the stereotypes of porn, he imagined Brandon to have a thick, black dick almost as long as his forearm.

David began to thrust; and as he did so, he imagined Brandon stroking his enormous dick; pleasuring himself to the sight of Cassie’s pale, perfect body.

David thought about the contrast between Brandon’s dark, brown skin and Cassie’s beautiful, alabaster flesh. And then, just for a second, he imagined what it would look like to see Brandon’s dark skin against hers.

And then he came.

Groaning hotly, David arched his back and detonated inside his sleeping wife; balls tightening and cock throbbing. She accepted each spurt, a motionless vessel to be filled with his hot, wet need.

Finally, as he cock began to soften, David rolled off his wife and lay panting on the bed beside her.

That mental image – of dark skin against white – flashed through his head again. But he tried to ignore it. Right at that second – moments after orgasm – the image horrified him. Not because it was necessarily wrong, or disgusting, or taboo – but because it had scared him just how exciting he’d found it.