She waited, staring at his feet. Finally, she said, “Yes, honey, I do.”
Silk grinned at me. “Look at her, Billy. Ain’t she somethin? I mean that young, tight body, and them perky little titties. Look at her sweet mouth, Billy, red and wet, and them soft lips. You know where she’s gonna put them warm lips now, Billy?” He pointed to his feet. “She was your wife...your loving little wife, Billy. Six weeks ago you could feel her titties, you could put your hands on that smooth round ass, slide your dick into her hot little box. But you can’t do them things no more. You can’t touch her. She’s mine. She had a choice between me or you. She picked me, Billy. Your wife wanted to be Silk’s woman.” He turned back to Lisa who knelt at his feet, her head bowed. Say ‘Billy can’t touch me no more’.”
Without looking up, she said, “I belong to Silk. Billy can’t touch me anymore.”
“Like what?” Silk chuckled. He moved the dark callused bottom of his foot along her thigh.
Lisa watched his filthy foot with revulsion but didn’t move. “Billy can’t ever hug me again.” She paused to glance at Silk, then bowed her head. “He will never kiss me again.” She reached out to place her hand on Silk’s foot. “Out of respect for you I will never let him have sex with me...not ever.”
Silk nodded. “That’s right. You’re gonna ask the bums I bring home to feel you up. You’re always gonna make yourself look good for them, look hot and sexy. You’re gonna kiss them and suck them off. You’re gonna lay in this bed and spread your legs and beg them to fuck you. But you ain’t ever to let Billy so much as touch you. Them’s the rules. You understand?”
Gently Lisa ran her fingertips over Silk’s crooked toes, “I understand. In order to please you, I’ll give myself to anyone you want me to. And I promise never to let Billy touch me unless you want him to.”
“Good. You belong to me. He got no rights at all.” He wiggled his toe again. “Now, little Lisa say, ‘please, I would like to suck my new husband’s big toe. I want to lick it clean’,” Silk ordered.
Without raising her head, she whispered, “Please, I would like to suck my new...my new husband’s big toe. I want to...to...lick...to lick it clean.”
“Yeah, do it good, you bitch,” the anger and hatred had come back into his voice. “You ain’t gonna feel so fuckin superior when you’re makin love to my dirty feet. Ain’t that right, Mrs. Silk?”
I noticed her wince when he called her Mrs. Silk. She looked at him then quickly lowered her eyes. “I’ll do it good, honey,” she said. She looked away for a moment and, closing her eyes repeated, “I’ll do it good.”
With her left hand, she held his foot. With her right hand she separated his big toe from the others. I saw the black grime between them. For several moments, she stared at his vile toes, almost as if she were hypnotized. Then, very slowly, she bent lower. I watched as her bright red lips slid over his ragged toenail and down until she held all of the toe in her mouth. “Suck, you bitch, suck it like you love it!” Silk ordered. Her stomach contracted and she began to gag. She paused to recover. Her eyes were closed. Soon I could see that she was sucking.
“Ahh, yeah, Billy,” Silk taunted, “like I said, my new bride’s got soft lips and a hot mouth.” He leaned forward to watch her. “You can’t see it, Billy, but she’s using her tongue.” He looked across at my stiff cock and smiled. “She’s swirling her tongue around, licking my dirty fuckin toe all over. Sucking my big toe just like she’d suck a cock.” He flexed his grimy toes. “That’s the way baby, that feels real good.”When he withdrew his toe from her mouth she swallowed. There were tears in her eyes as she looked up at him. “Do old Silk’s feet smell bad?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said softly. “I...I want to please you.”
“Did doin that excite you?”
“Yes, I’m very wet.”
“What about the taste? You think you could learn to love it?”
Still holding his repulsive foot between her hands she spoke so softly we could barely hear her, “Yes, husband, if you make me do it often enough, in time I might learn to love it.”
“Well, little Lisa you’re gonna get plenty of practice.” He raised his leg and pressed the thick yellow sole of his foot against her cheek. She reached up to hold it there. “You ever do like that to anybody else?”
“No, never...never anything like what I’ve just done.” Gently, she rubbed her cheek against the crusted ball of his foot.
“What’s that sayin to Billy boy?”
“I guess it...it tells him that I...I...I belong to you. That I will do anything you order me to do.”
“Yeah, but we all know this fuckin marriage ain’t gonna last but one night. Tomorrow you probably go back to Frank and then...who knows? Maybe Frank will let me keep you another week. Maybe he won’t. So, Mrs. Silk, since we ain’t got a whole lot of time, we gotta make the most of it. Let’s see how bad the little bitch wants her old man to fuck her.”
Silk leaned back into the pillows. Lisa began to kiss the scaly skin of his spindly legs. I was close enough to see that with each soft audible kiss she parted her lips and touched him with the tip of her tongue. She paused, looking up at him, “I want it, honey. I want it bad,” she said. Slowly she made her way up the inside of his thighs toward his crotch. I could smell the fetid stench of him even from where I sat. His testicles were little more than a hanging sack of yellow shriveled skin. She cupped them in her hand and bent over them, kissing and licking until his cock began to stiffen. Looking up into his face, she pressed his cock back toward his stomach and licked its underside. After a long time, she placed her hand around it and gently pulled down so that the purple head of his brown prick gradually slid out of the bunched skin that covered it. “You didn’t even do this to Billy on your wedding night, suck his prick, I mean?” Silk asked.
“No,” she said, pausing with her lips just touching the tip of his cock. “No, like I said before, I have never done this for Billy. Not on our wedding night. Not any time after.”
“Then why you doin this toe suckin and cocksuckin for your new husband?”
Without hesitating she answered, “Because, like you say, I need to prove to you...I want to show you...want to show you and Billy...that I...I...am your woman...that I...I...love you.”
“You saying you love old Silk?”
“Yes, yes,” she whispered convincingly, “I’m saying it...I’m saying I love my new husband.” She leaned back to look up at him, “Your cock is the only one I want. I think about it all the time. I know it so well, the shape, the smell, the taste. I know how it feels in...my cunt...in my ass.” She bent her head to kiss the wrinkled tip of his penis. Looking at him again she said, “When it...when your cock is in my mouth it’s...it’s like that’s what my mouth is for...to suck you...to make love to your cock.” She parted her lips and quickly slid her mouth down the length of his prick. His cock was not long or thick so she had no difficulty keeping it in her mouth. “Ahhhh, Billy,” Silk sighed, “her tongue is workin, just like before.” She soon began to move her head up and down slowly. When she withdrew his purple-brown prick from her mouth, she traced the rim of his glans with the tip of her tongue, looking at him all the while. She paused, “I love it, can’t you tell?” She circled his glans with the tip of her tongue several more times, then went down on him once more. I looked away from her bright red lips as they slid over his cock. Her full, round ass flared out from her tiny waist. Her rib cage was visible under the pale sheen of her skin. The long nipples of her small breasts were stiff. She cradled his testicles in one hand and gripped the base of his ugly prick with the other.
“Enough,” Silk grunted. “You do that much longer and old Silk gonna cum in your mouth instead of your cunt.” Lisa sat up, kneeling between his pasty legs. Her swollen lips were wet. Her face was flushed. She was about to lean forward to kiss his mouth, but he shook his head and held up his hand. “Not yet, little Lisa, not just yet.” I saw her stiffen. She squeezed her eyes shut and dug her nails into the bedclothes. “You want to keep your main man hard and happy, ain’t that right, little bitch?”
“Yes,” her whisper was so soft he didn’t hear it.
“Speak up, Mrs. Silk. You’re wastin time.”
“Yes,” she said. “I’ll try to...to do that…try to keep you hard and happy.”
“You know what you got to do in order to get fucked so tell Billy what you want now. You know what it is, baby, you fuckin sure know what it is.”
She turned her head to look at the far wall. “I want...I want to...to...taste...to lick my husband’s anus.”
“Your new husband’s ass crack, ” Silk corrected. “His ass crack and his shit hole. Say it, bitch.”
Still not looking at either of us she repeated his words, “I want to lick his ass crack and...and his...his shit hole.”
“You gonna do it nice, Lisa? Gonna prove you ain’t so fuckin uppity no more? You gonna lick my ass like you love it?”
“Yes, honey, I’ll...I’ll try to…to...I mean I’ll do it like...like I love it.” She looked up at his mocking face. “I’ll do whatever you want and do it the way you want me to.”
Silk slid down off the pillows and, still on his back, lifted his scrawny legs. He placed his hands under his thighs and pulled so that his flat, bony ass faced Lisa. His crack was hairy and dark brown. The pebbled circle of his anal opening was black. He smelled of dried fecal matter. Lisa inched backward, turning her head away. I stood up, “Jesus Christ, Silk...” I began.
“Shut the fuck up, Billy, or get out.” He lowered his legs. Staring at the ceiling, he spoke quietly, “Lisa, like I told you before. This got nothin to do with Frank. No cameras, no tapes. The door ain’t locked. You want to fuckin leave, just get up and leave. Easy as that. Take Billy with you. But if you want to be Silk’s woman...well...”
She didn’t answer. She turned to face him. I watched horrified, unbelieving. My beautiful wife, naked, kneeling on the filthy bed between the skinny legs of the stinking old pervert. She took his hands in hers and placed them under his thighs. Once more, he pulled his legs up and back. She then put her hands on his sagging ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She stared at his crack and at the wet pulsating hole at its center. “Husband,” she whispered, as she leaned forward. She extended her tongue and tentatively licked upward from his scrotum to his anus. Again her tongue licked along the dark crease. A third time she bent low and licked upward. She did this several more times until the entire length of his ass crack was wet with her saliva. “That’s good, baby, that feels good,” Silk whispered. “You got a hot, lovin tongue. Keep doing me like that.”
She paused to look up at him. “Yes, honey,” she said. For a very long time she licked along his crack, sometimes with just the pointed tip of her tongue, and sometimes she buried her head between his ass cheeks and licked it with the flat of her tongue. She still had not touched the black ring of his opening. “French my hole!” Silk gasped. “I’m tellin you to French it, bitch!”
Positioning her mouth over his opening, she circled its outer edge with her tongue. She continued to do this with the tip of her tongue, making smaller circles. Silk groaned with pleasure. His puckered anal ring was wet with her spittle. She had not touched its center, but it was also wet from his secretions. “You gonna to tongue it now?” Silk rasped.
“Yes, honey, I want to...to...do it. I want to taste you.” She stabbed the pointed tip of her tongue at the dark orifice once, then again. She drew back and stared at his glistening hole which seemed to pulse, opening and closing slightly, like a small black mouth. Then parting her swollen lips, she pressed them hard against his ring and drove her tongue into his hole. Silk jerked spasmodically and reached for her head intending to hold her against him. But it wasn’t necessary. She stayed there, Frenching him, until he couldn’t take it any longer and pushed her away. He lowered his legs. She slid up along his body to kiss his mouth. He whispered in her ear and quickly rolled back into his former position, holding his legs up, once more presenting his ass to her.
She knelt there again, looking at it. The hairs of his ass were stuck together. His crack dripped with her saliva. She extended the middle finger of her right hand and gently inserted it into his anus until it could go no further. Then, she withdrew her finger slowly. Silk had propped himself on his elbows and was grinning. Lisa turned to face me. She was breathing heavily. Her pointed nipples were hard. She held up the finger, which was coated with a glistening film. Looking directly at me, she slid the finger, which had been buried deep in Silk’s ass into her mouth and sucked it clean. I felt the gorge rise in my throat and had to swallow quickly.
I recalled our wedding night just a little over a year ago. We were too poor to go on a real honeymoon, but together we had decorated the bedroom in our small apartment. Lisa had hung lace curtains at the windows. On that evening a soft summer breeze was blowing so they lifted and fell. The room smelled of fresh flowers and was bathed in candlelight. We had painted the second-hand wicker furniture white and the walls a pale yellow. Together, a week before the simple wedding, we had picked out matching sheets and a bedspread with a daisy pattern. Lisa was so lovely. She wore a loose cotton gown which had a sprig of daisies crocheted on the pocket. We were both rather awkward and very shy. Our lovemaking was tentative, slow, and tender. We promised each other that what we had would last forever. It was impossible to believe that the two people here in Silk’s room tonight once shared a love that was so innocent, so full of promise.
Silk leaned forward and whispered to her again. She nodded. “I wanted to do that, Billy. I wanted to push my finger up there inside him. I wanted you to watch me taste him like that. My new husband knows what I need. Couldn’t you tell I wanted it?”
“Yes,” I said, “I could tell.”
Silk laughed at us and shook his head. “Well,” he said, “looks like my woman has got down off her fuckin high horse. After what she just done, I expect she ain’t feelin so goddamn superior. Ain’t I right, Mrs. Silk? Tell us what you just done and what you think of yourself now.”
It seemed that, for Lisa, saying the words was more difficult than doing the obscene things he forced her to do. She looked away from both of us. It was several moments before she spoke. “I...I...licked my new husband’s ass crack.” The color rose to her cheeks. “I pushed my tongue into...into...his hole.” She shuddered. “I put my finger up into him. Then...then I put it in my mouth.”