White Wife and her husband in: TEST OF TRUST
by Leta with mkarl

[MF, slut-wife, ir, preg?]

Forward:  

There have been so many reality based game shows and
'big-prize' payoff contests on TV this past year, that it
just screamed out to a parody writer like myself to offer up
a spoof on the genre....  the actual story is going to be a
straight forward interracial slut-wife thing at its core.
The story will attempt to spoof a game show format though so
some flexibility in the imagination of the reader is
suggested for full appreciation of this product.  Towards
that end the story will be written in a self-modified
presentational format to further lead the reader into
following the vision of the authors.  Hopefully the story
payoff will compensate for any awkwardness that trying to
follow the story may or may not create.

I want to give a tip of the hat to my writing colleague CJ
for being such a tremendous source of inspiration and
creativity spurring me on to grow as a writer and providing
me with so much stimulus in many of the projects I attempt.
The initial credit for developing this idea has to go to her
and some very sexualicious ponderings we worked on a while
back to develop a story out of all this material.  CJ and I
are currently direction out collaborative efforts into other
equally interesting areas, so while I have decided to do
this particular story without her actual hands-on input,
still, she really must receive all the good credit for the
story as far as myself and Leta are concerned.

Thanks CJ.

Without any further ado, here than is TEST OF TRUST.




      FROM THE SPECTACULAR STUDIOS OF THE MKARL PARODY
PRODUCTION COMPANY, comes the inaugural pilot episode of
TEST OF TRUST... the innovative new game show destined to
sweep America and take the new JET CHANNEL to unparalleled
ratings success in the cable wars.  In the tradition of
Survivor and Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, TEST OF TRUST
offers its contestants an opportunity to become fabulously
wealthy if they should meet the challenges that we present
them with.  Young, married white couples will always be the
contestants of TEST OF TRUST because the test in question is
the devoted trust of their very marital vows of loving,
honoring and remaining 'true' to one another.

      Winning should be easy if the trust of the marriage
can simply overcome its darkest desires and blackest fears.
Now here is your host, JJ WASHINGTON with today's first ever
couple to play TEST OF TRUST.

      A thirty-ish something studly, handsome black man
walks out onto the stage.  The studio audience claps its
approval at seeing their hero... all that unfortunate
business with his ex-wife is so easily forgiven.  The former
football player speaks.

      "Thank you, thank you... and welcome to the first ever
episode of TEST OF TRUTH.  This project has really been a
labor of love to me.  I mean, its so perfect.  I just love
white women myself and I know the brothers out there are
with me on that score. So many of the fine honeys are
wearing the rings though.  It doesn't really matter to most
of us still wanting to nail the poontang, but at the same
time wouldn't it be nice to find out just how easy it could
all happen.  If nothing else, TEST OF TRUTH is going to
provide the viewing public with some of the hottest
interracial action ever allowed in this medium.  THE JET
PORNOVISION CHANNAL and our parent mkarl production company
are not holding anything back in censorship so if the good
stuff is going to happen you will be privy to it all if you
stay with us.  Enough talk though, lets get this show
rolling and to do that we first need to meet the poor sap...
ehh... I meant the adventurous honky that volunteered his
wife to take the challenge and play TEST OF TRUST... give it
up for Michael Knight."

      A fairly average looking white man comes out on to the
stage but is met by an unmistakable hostile crowd reaction
of booing. Michael seems to be a little intimidated, but
nothing can effect him too much cause he is just sure that
he is about to walk away with a million dollars. He hated
the fact that he had to volunteer his poor, sweet, innocent
wife, Susan to have any strange black man actually approach
her in a bar... and the knowledge that this black man would
have really tried to seduce her was a little sickening to
the mildly racist white man, but the potential payoff was
just too great to have resisted accepting this challenge

      Michael had actually been totally shocked that a
contestant game show like TEST OF TRUTH could have even been
conceived of, let alone that some basic cable channel would
ever actually air it. Of course the white man knew of the
popularity of those other reality game shows, but the very
idea of even suggesting that any properly promised [and good
and faithful] white woman would even entertain the
possibilities of straying black... well... the notion may
have kind of sickened Michael to the stomach, but the
opportunity to take a million dollars from the perverse
producers of such a sick show seemed sweet poetic justice as
far as the white man was concerned... and while he figured
it probably had been a little uncomfortable for his wife to
have had some black man approach her two weeks ago, Michael
now entered onto the stage secure in the knowledge that his
wife had passed the TEST OF TRUST, and now all he was doing
was going out to collect his winnings.

      Fortunately for any one investing the time to read
this presentation, nothing was going to be quite so simple
for the unsuspecting white man.

      JJ met the white man at the viewing screen and reached
out to shake hands. Michael was fairly healthy for a typical
white boy, but it felt like his hand was in a vise grip
before the big, black former football hero released it.

      "Welcome Michael Knight. My information is that you've
had a bit of a difficult time holding down a regular job
recently."

      Michael flushed at the implication. It was all the
damn affirmity equal- opportunity hiring going on. Michael
hadn't been able to get a real job in over a year.  It was a
sensitive topic for the man who needed to take handouts from
his wife's father just to meet the costs of living, but any
suggestion that he couldn't provide for his beloved was
going to be totally erased by the brilliance of getting onto
this game show and winning the million dollar grand prize.

      "umm, no... I've been dabbling a little as a writer
and stuff but it doesn't really pay anything yet." Michael
mumbled.

      "Well that really is no never-mind as far as we are
all concerned here today.  See this is TEST OF TRUTH and a
few weeks back we approached you and suggested that we
thought you were married to a fine looking woman who would
be an ideal candidate for our show.  Myself and  a couple of
our production people were there and you do recollect the
gist of the conversation, correct?"

      "umm, yes... you guys explained that you had this show
where the contest was going to have a husband volunteer his
unsuspecting wife to be exposed into a situation where a guy
working for the show tried to get her to be unfaithful to
her marital vows. Since this show is aimed at the
interracial market, the guy would always be black and the
wives would be white.  What you wanted was to find out if
even truly faithful white wives would ever go black so you
made sure that my wife was really faithful and confirmed
that I believed so enough to risk her.  Obviously the
question caused no doubt at all and so here we are."

      "Yes here we are, two weeks exactly after the date of
your wife's test... it was chosen specifically to be her
most fertile day of her cycle for conception, just to raise
the stakes here.  While your wife could not know ahead of
time that she was being volunteered for our show, we were
still able with your help to sedate her and administer the
required tests to discover her prime target date for
insemination.  Also since we had enough time before that
date rolled around, we also were able to get her on a
fertilization program.  As per our requirements you agreed
to let us bug your house with recording devices and also
promised to cut yourself off of any physical relationships
with your wife for these past weeks... you also were sworn
not to reveal to your wife in any way that you had put her
on our show.  Now just before you came out here tonight, we
were able to confirm with a polygraph that you did keep your
word and didn't break the rules or have any sort of
conversation with your wife following her night two weeks
ago... I bet you were curious though."

      "Well, Mr. Washington, not really.  I mean, there is
absolutely no way that I ever would have risked my wife if I
had any doubts at all.  The money is so much, that while it
was somewhat frustrating for me not to have sex with her all
this time, we will be able to take a very romantic getaway
with the winnings now and really make up for all the lost
time.  It was really easy not to ask her at all about the
contest night cause I am sure nothing happened to ask about.
The only thing about any of this that has been difficult is
knowing that you guys have had all the recording devices
secretly in our home all along. Of course, I agreed to them
being installed to meet the requirements for participation
on the show here, but since they didn't record the stuff I
am sure the sick producers of this filth were hoping for,
than I just really hope you all aren't going to be so
ignorant to show some footage of Susan in the shower or
anything."

      "Of course not... you know we signed the contract that
only footage taken the night of the contest date could be
shown unless we filmed anything involving your cheating.
Since you didn't cheat, we can now all play the game here
and test your trust of your wife and see how well she passed
the test of her trust from you."

      "Okay this is where I make my million dollars so lets
roll the footage."

      "First, I need to mention to our audience at home that
they will watch with us as your wife's date unfolded.  We
know what happened of course, and have prepared several
appropriate questions that we will be asking you for your
answer as the scene unfolds. These questions will all be
aimed at your trust of your wife to do the 'right' thing.
If you guess correctly at the answer to the question you
will receive a small bonus prize.  The million dollar grand
prize is totally won by your wife if she passed her TEST OF
TRUST.  If she turned our stud down flat you both will have
won a grand prize of the entire million dollars.  If she
allowed him to make any type of contact, you will have lost
twenty-five thousand dollars.  If that initial contact
became more serious there are three more stages at level one
here that could have cost an addition quarter grand each...
and with that knowledge that one hundred thousand dollars is
up for grabs with what we are about to see... let's play
TEST OF TRUST."

      Behind the game show host, the large viewing screen on
the set floor suddenly shimmers and comes to life and as the
picture forms we see the lovely Susan Knight for the first
time. She is a very attractive, ivory-white woman with soft,
cascading, slightly curly, shoulder-length dark hair. Her
face is very soft and feminine... almost with the innocent
hint of being somewhat childlike still. An elegant neck
slopes down to her most eye-catching physical 'T'alents,
twin fleshy globes of nearly perfectly sculpted form and
substance. Even in her conservative attire, there can be no
masking the woman's generous feminine charms. Her 'A'ssets
are equally firm and sculpted as if by some grander obscene
design to evoke appreciation of their [its?] suitabilitys in
inspiring lurid mental imaginationations in the finer arts
of physical man/woman interaction. Her long, slender, but
athletically toned legs complete the picture that Susan
Knight is all woman.

      Susan is in a respectable looking nightclub
establishment for the footage.  It seems to be fairly early
in the evening as the club is very scarcely populated.
Susan is alone at a table and seems to be looking at her
watch as if she is waiting to meet someone.  several
strategically placed microphones and cameras capture the
every detail for this later playback.  Suddenly a young
woman approaches Susan at the table with a phone.

	"Excuse me, but are you Mrs. Susan Knight?"

      Susan seems surpassed that she is getting a phone call
at the bar but takes the receiver.  On the other end of the
phone we see her husband in split screen presentation from
his true location at the Test Of Trust studios [and thus
through the magic of electronics we hear his end of the
conversation in addition to hers] as he does his part of the
initial set up.

      "Susan, I'm sorry but I'm having 'car troubles' here.
It is too late for any garage to be open out here so I won't
make it back tonight.  I hate to do this to you after I
asked you to meet me for a night on the town.  I guess you
could stay out and have as good a time as is possible under
the circumstances otherwise you can go back home or
whatever.  I trust you so just do whatever you like to night
honey."

      We see the young wife, tell her husband that she loves
him too and is disappointed that she got all dressed up and
everything.  She was really looking forward to the night but
understands that there is nothing her husband can do and
says that she is just glad he is okay and not to worry about
her as she will be okay now that she knows he won't be home
and doesn't have to worry about him anymore.

      Susan continues to sip at her plain Coca-Cola while
seemingly dealing with the disappointment that her plans for
the evening have been ruined.  It is difficult for the third
party observer witnessing the young woman in the wake of
receiving the news she just had, to fully be sure of what
exactly are her thoughts on the situation, but the obvious
fact is that she doesn't immediately call for a check to go
about returning back to her home.  It is at this point when
our hero gets up from his chair at the table next to Susan's
and approaches her.

      His name is Jamal Jones and he is 6'4 and 210 pounds
of prime African meat.  A college basketball star, his
physical appearance more closely resembled that of Michael
Jordan's than his actual game did.  Not being able to make
the jump to the pros, Jamal had gotten a taste for white
cheerleader pussy back at good ol 'N.I.G.U.' and he had
especially liked the perks with the white wives of the
alumni who always made sure to help with the recruiting
programs for the young afro athletes and gave the boys every
incentive to pick N.I.G.U...  Jamal didn't want the
opportunities with the white pussy to evaporate and while he
easily could have had his satisfactions with most anyone he
set his natural charms against, when this whole TEST OF
TRUST opportunity was presented to him... he just had to
jump at the idea [or at least his cock did.]

      Jamal was going to be a star on national TV and get
himself a bonus payoff based on how much he compromised this
sweet, married honey... as a bonus to all that he was going
to just know that she would be a hot fuck and she was
guaranteed unprotected this night if he could score.  If
their was one thing the former all-American point guard knew
about too... it was scoring.

      On the screen we see the cocky [pun intended] black
youth make the approach on Susan and flash his smile.
	
      "Pardon me, Sugarfly, but I couldn't help but hear
that the flower has been stood up by her bumbling bee. If
you would let me play the knight to the rescue of the fair
damsel, I would be pleased to keep you company."

      The footage freezes as Susan looks up at her sudden
suitor.  JJ Washington asks the husband question number one.

      "Well... so we have the setup.  For those who didn't
get the obvious, what we did was take the lovely Susan
Knight and arrange for a situation where she would go to our
previously prepared nightclub on the assumption she was to
meet her husband [Michael here] returning from a 'business'
trip to a nearby city.  Of course, Michael's business trip
was just a hoax to get him out of the way while we played
the wife.  Anyhow, we got Susan to the club and set the idea
that her husband wouldn't be around until the following
afternoon as you just witnessed.  And also, as was just
revealed... we introduced the lovely young, Susan Knight, to
the equally handsome and studly young black man, Jamal
Jones.  So than Michael... the first question we have for
you tonight, is did your wife do the right thing as a
happily married wife and brush off the opening advance of
this brash young, black stud?"

      "Well... yeah, I mean definitely she did.  You know, I
guess I wasn't really sure how this would go and all with
the talk you guys wanted about different questions and
everything.  I am sure my wife would never talk to any black
guy approaching her in a bar... and especially when he had
such a corny line.  I mean, sure maybe she doesn't just
brush him off or anything, but whatever she is about to say
to him surely isn't anything inappropriate at all.  She
definitely won't invite him to join her or anything like
that.."

      "Whoa there tiger... lets not get ahead of ourselves.
So your assertion is that she turned Jamal down flat and
like totally snubbed him?"

      "Yeah, well... not rude or anything.  I mean Susan's a
good woman and all... but yeah she won't do anything wrong
here.  Maybe the way this is and how you guys need to fill
the whole show and everything, you are somehow going to
stretch this out and maybe for some reason Susan did let
this guy force himself on her to talk a little bit... but
I'm positive it is nothing serious."

	"Well, let's find out than."

      The picture on the screen unfreezes and we hear
Susan's answer to the proposition.

      "umm, you did realize that was my husband I was just
talking to and I'm a married woman don't you?"

      "Sure, but I heard you say he wouldn't be home tonight
and how you went to all this trouble.  It'd be a shame to
waste the effort when I would be pleasured to keep you
company.  My tag is Jamal... Jamal Jones, and I really do
think you are one fine looking woman.  Not that I'm
suggesting anything inappropriate at all, but the phone
volume was a little loud and the bar was so quiet while you
were on with your husband that I couldn't help but here your
lover that he trusted you and wanted you to have some fun...
don't you trust yourself?"

	"Of course I do... Jamal was it?  It's just that..."

      "Could I be so bold as to ask your name?"  The
youthful stud started his game to keep his target off center
to dilute whatever potential opposition she might be
inclined to offer.

	"umm... It's Susan."

      "Susan is a sweet name.  You look like very much like
a sweet Susan.   How old are you anyhow, Susan... eighteen,
nineteen?"

      The girl blushed.  She figured it must be a pickup
line, and it was really kind of silly an also very
inappropriate to feel so suddenly flattered... but at
twenty-five years of age, Susan didn't mind at all still
being thought of as a teenager... even if it was all just a
part of some corny pickup routine.

      "I'm twenty-five and have been married happily for
three years now."  Susan felt proud that she had been able
to get the married part in again just to make sure that it
was totally on record.

	"Any kids?"

      The question seemed instantly intrusive to the young
wife, and yet she found herself answering it almost without
thinking.

	"No... but that really is none of your business."

      "Course not, and I didn't mean anything by the
question but if there is no one at home to miss you, than it
would be a shame not to allow yourself a little innocent fun
tonight?  How long has it been since you were able to get
away anywhere without your husband and just be yourself for
a change?"

      Susan actually hadn't gone out without Michael in the
entire time she had been married.  Part of it was that she
didn't want to go anywhere without her husband and part of
it was that money was kind of tight to go out at all.

       It was sort of weird how things had a tendency to
stay so close to the surface even when they could be
rationalized away with just the most minor effort at other
times. Susan really did love her husband, and even if he
hadn't been able to get a reasonable paying job and the two
of them hadn't been able to get out much at all, still they
had their love and eventually... when money was better...
Susan knew that Michael would make her into a mommy.  Susan
desperately wanted children even if she did understand why
Michael always insisted on wearing a condom since he
couldn't even afford to support her without incurring debt.

      Susan wasn't even consciously aware that somehow she
would always equate money issues with her husband's
inability to make her into a mommy, and it was such a subtle
connection in her own head that she didn't even realize she
had just did it again solely triggered from what was
otherwise such an innocent question from this forward
youthful black man.  The fact of the matter she had though
and if it was possible to know any of this as a viewer of
the game show Test Of Trust, the girl's subconscious
thoughts would have been extremely poignant in their
foreshadowed importance.

      As it was Susan would just finish her train of
subconscious thought and then chose her more considered
response to Jamal's challenge...

      Kids would just have to wait, but it really was all a
bit of a sensitive subject for Susan and she preferred to
think about the fun that she could maybe still have this
night instead.  Susan was certainly no racist [at least no
more than the typical white person], but nor was she an
adventurous sort who had ever really associated with a black
man before.  She hadn't even been presented with much of an
option to do so in the past... at least since she had put
the ring on her finger.  It was so strange that now when she
had every increased reason to turn down the opportunity
which now presented itself to Susan at this nightclub [as
she had turned down every single one of the few previous
offers that she had fielded in her college years] for some
reason... she just didn't seem to want to say 'no' tonight.

	"Just what exactly are your intentions then, Jamal?"

      "Nothing sinister... maybe a little wine, a little
song... some dancing?  The night is young and the
possibilities are in my heart, but I see the ring on your
finger and this brother isn't into rape... or any shit like
that."

      Susan blushed at the suggestion of sex, even in such a
crude manner.  Of course she wasn't concerned about being
raped... why should she be in a public place with a guy who
seemed to have been the perfect gentleman so far [even if he
was hitting on a married woman.]  In a way it was a bit of
an insult to the woman that Jamal had tossed out the word so
casually and yet the fact is that Susan truly did have no
reason at all to be worried about rape... so perhaps it was
a little source of guilt to the young woman that she did
actually feel slightly nervous that her suitor was black.
Surely she wasn't that prejudiced?  Susan almost felt the
need to prove something to herself as she finally made her
decision.

      "Why don't you sit down and maybe we will talk a bit
than, Jamal?"

      The action of Susan and Jamal froze to return the
studios attention back to the host of TEST OF TRUST, and to
Susan's watching husband for their next question.

      "Oh Michael, that's too bad.  You know a properly
married trustful wife should have did the right thing there
and turned Jamal away... but while you lose your first
twenty-five thousand dollars, you now have an opportunity to
turn things around here. As you already know but the
audience may not be aware yet, our show is based on two
separate ways to make money and walk away with fabulous
prizes for our contestants. Part of the show is what we did
with your wife for her testing of her trust, but the second
part is what we are doing here today when we test your trust
in her that she actually did pass her challenges.  Now that
you saw that she actually failed the first test we are going
to give you the first opportunity to face the facts as they
now seem to be and denounce your own trust in your wife.
Bear in mind that at any time you choose to answer against
her, we will stop the entire contest and you lose the big
money.  Still, it will be a way basically to save your
family honor and good name if you do get the feeling that
Susan went too far.  To sweeten the pot and have you
denounce your trust in your wife we will be giving you a
consolation prize to consider.  Here at question number two
the prize is actually pretty good as far as total dollar
value goes so here is our hostess to tell you more."

      Vanilla Whitebred enters the stage from the back
curtain and begins to talk in front of a new larger screen
that displays background images of what she is describing.

      "Mr. Knight, if you admit that your wife was
untrustworthy and denounce her on the show right now, you
and your wife could still get a special runner up prize of a
new home.  Unfortunately... [maybe for you] the home is in a
somewhat ethnic [mostly black] neighborhood which we guess
might be a problem if your wife isn't all that trustworthy.
Taking into account whatever unfortunate 'accidents' would
likely occur under such an arrangement with an untrustworthy
wife in so dangerous of an environment; we will include a
twenty-five thousand dollar trust fund for each and every
one of however many lust-bastards your untrustful wife might
end up with due to the new living arrangements. The total
value of this package could actually exceed a million
dollars with such stipulations even though the house itself
is truly nothing more than an abandoned former crack-house
and therefore pretty much totally worthless itself."

      Vanilla Whitebred flashed her pearly whites at the
wickedness of the price package.

      Michael wasn't smiling as he heard the thinly veiled
outrage of the suggestion. While he wasn't happy at all that
his wife had asked the black youth to sit with her, he
couldn't damn well take such an insulting prize either...
nor did he even want to really. Sure his wife may have lost
twenty five thousand dollars of the total prize money by
being a little inappropriate with her first challenge but
there was no way she would go too far.  Hell the only real
money at risk was the first hundred grand cause that was all
she could lose at the bar.  Maybe Michael would have to
watch a bit of stuff he wouldn't be too happy with, but he
could be secure that even if his wife drank with this
colored boy and danced with him or whatever... it would
still be worth nine hundred thousand dollars to play this
out and Michael wasn't stopping till he had the money in his
hand.

      "You know JJ, as tempting as it might be to go
slumming, I think you know my answer so I won't dignify the
shows insult by actually responding to this offer."

      "Well, Michael, you haven't even found out what the
next standard is, and the question is does your wife allow
Jamal to buy her a few drinks of alcohol, knowing full well
that you are aware that she has told you in the past that
she is fully aware that her judgment does get compromised
with even the slightest indulgence?"

      Michael knew his wife was definitely not a drinker.
Normally she would get tipsy after having half a beer.
Certainly in this potentially jeopardized situation she had
allowed herself to fall into, she would use common sense.
Michael could almost probably believe that his wife would
maybe have a drink with the young black man just to be
sociable or something, but there was no way Susan would ever
risk getting compromised at all... especially not when she
was in the company of this black man who had already made
his interests obvious/

      "She definitely won't get blitzed or anything like
that... she may have one drink.. maybe two at the most...
just enough to be sociable but definitely nothing
inappropriate."

      "Okay, well... if you are right we will actually throw
in a consolation prize of twenty-five thousand dollar for
you to recoup the money that your wife's initial slip has
cost you so don't think we are bad guys Michael.  It is
pretty obvious when you saw your wife first take the invite
from our stud to join him that it pained you a lot and
surprised you some too.  It is clear that you love your wife
very much and maybe she is a good enough person that she
might except a drink or even two without it meaning anything
too inappropriate.  Question is just how many drinks do you
think is the difference between being sociable and getting
herself actually 'hammered' in an inappropriate manner
considering she is in the company of this horndog stud of
ours?  Will you agree that five drinks or more is a fair
number?"

      Michael knew it was more than fair.  Susan wasn't a
big girl despite her ample endowment.  At 5'3" and a slim
107 pounds, five drinks would slosh her to where she would
practically have a hard time standing.

	"Okay, five drinks than it is."

	JJ smiled as he spoke the words, "roll tape."

      On the screen, the footage jumped and we saw a
waitress bring a round of drinks to Susan and Jamal.  The
camera showed Susan in time lapse as she finished the potent
portable down to the last drops.  The camera skipped again
and a second waitress brought new drinks in different styled
glasses to establish the validity that they were not the
same ones that Susan had already consumed.  Again, Susan
smiled and laughed with her new friend as she drank the
drink to the last drop.  A third round was than ordered on
camera and consumed as the first two had been.  By the time
a fourth round had also been finished off, Susan was getting
a little woozy to the point she actually slopped most of her
fifth drink onto the table.  To make up for the wasted
alcohol, Jamal order rounds six, seven, and even eight...
all of which Susan drank.  By the time she put down the last
glass, it was clearly several hours later and the bar was in
full swing even though Susan looked ready to get to bed...
in more ways than one.

	The footage stopped and JJ was the first to speak

      "Oou... that was eight drinks... even taking into
account that she mostly spilled drink number five, that
still put her over the limit, both the legal limit to drive
her own self home... and the TEST OF TRUST limit to prevent
the loss of another twenty-five thousand dollars.  Things
look like they probably have shocked you a little bit here
and maybe you might want to consider another consolation
prize before we proceed.  Vanilla if you will."

      "Certainly JJ... our next level consolation prize is
maybe even far better than our first since we will actually
be giving Michael a real job as well as a place to live.
The fabulous prize sees us relocating a husband and wife to
the very jungles of darkest Africa. The prize isn't all
holiday though, as living conditions over in Africa are not
very modern and day-to-day survival is actually a lot of
hard manual work.  It will be Michael's and Susan's job to
work in the local bath house to clean the hard working men
of the village of their sweat after a day of toil.  Michael
will be responsible for packing the water up from the river
for his wife to use to bath all the masculine African men...
and their hardworking women too.  Payment isn't actually
financial in nature for this job, but the benefits are
having a new lifestyle in a fantastic setting of the world.
You will actually live with the villagers and enjoy the
excellent benefits that under their tribal laws no outside
marriages are recognized so in their eyes, there will be
absolutely no sin at all that your wife is so untrustworthy.
To get into this accepting culture all you need to do now is
confess the truth yourself and admit the obvious."

	Vanilla smiled as she finished the offer.

      Michael had to smile despite himself at how sick and
offensive this second 'consolation' prize offered to him
was.  It was pretty obvious what these deviants running this
whole show were angling for to have him get all angry or
something and make a scene, but Michael was far too smart
for that.  He just wasn't going to give this JJ Washington,
or the race-traitor slut Vanilla Whitebred any satisfaction
at all.

      "Well, JJ, as fun as Vanilla makes the offer seem, I
do think I will be taking the prize money here instead when
my wife returns home alone after the bar scene so I will
just say no to the offer of a job in Africa."

      "Okay than... wow, you are a real trooper Michael, I
must say.  You have to be a little concerned though I would
think at just what was going on out on that dance floor in
between your wife getting so drunk... or maybe you're not.
In either case we were going to break this next challenge in
two, but we are running late on time here and there actually
still is stuff we want to do here on tonight's show so we're
going to combine things up and give you a fifty thousand
dollar chance to get all your money back.  The challenge is
what happened on the dance floor... now we wont do anything
simple here like did your wife agree to dance or whatever
cause the fact is she did.  We are more sporting, so here is
what we will say... now there is dancing, and than there is
'dancing.' Some dancing is purely sociable and could be what
you do with a favorite older aunt at a wedding reception or
whatever.  That ain't the dancing that we consider a break
in the TEST OF TRUST.  For your wife to have failed this
test, she must have met Jamal out on the dance floor and
grinded with the brother.  I mean, hands-on-ass,
leg-between-thighs type down-and-dirty dancing...
arms-around-neck, slow-chest-to-umm... chest dancing. Do you
follow me, Michael?"

      Michael didn't exactly like the images that the black
man's words evoked.

	"I understand," was all Michael said.

      "Okay than, so for the fifty-thousand dollars and that
wonderful job in Africa if you want it, did your wife play
grabass with Jamal on the dance floor all night long?"

      "No... I mean she may have but so what... she likes to
dance and if that nigger got too promiscuous..."

      "Wait a second, we don't like 'that' word here... you
know better than that."

      Michael had slipped and used the 'N' word.  He never
used it in his day-to-day life.  Even though Michael did
admit to harboring certain considerations given his job
situation and just the stuff he saw on the six o'clock new
every night, Michael really wasn't an overt racist.  He just
really felt that people should stick to their own kind.  As
repulsive as the idea of his wife being with any nig...
[black man] was to Michael, it would be pretty much as bad
if she was doing all this tonight with any other guy.
Still... the fact that the guy was black did make a
disconcerting vision as the camera started to show his wife
on the dance floor.

      "Your answer than is recorded as a 'no.'  You think
what we are about to see is some no-meaning dancing... well
than, feast your eyes on this surprise cause wifey did like
to groove."

      The footage had been edited for content, but
snippet-after-snippet displayed the truth in all its
black-and-white, colorful detail.  Susan almost looked like
she was grafted to the young, black man's body while they
danced.  His explorative hands were all over her ass and
Susan made no move to pull away after her first feeble
wiggling.  She was pressed in so tight against the stud's
muscular chest that it was unmistakable that the imprint of
her nipples would be obvious against the black man's own
developed pecs. Susan's own hands maneuvered in an almost
insatiable hunger to caress and explore the youth's hard,
lean, ebony body... from his firm, scrumptious muscled ass,
up the powerful curve of his lower back... those broad hunky
shoulders, and even up and around his clean shaven head.
Jamal was gorgeous, just like that professional basketball
player, Michael Jordan.  To be honest, Susan was more than a
little moist as she danced, although that was one little
tidbit that was blissfully unobservable by her husband as he
watched his wife lose him another fifty thousand dollars.

      Michael had been kind of resigned that he would lose
the money when Susan had gotten so drunk, but to see the way
she got so into dancing with the nig... black, really did
kind of piss him off.  Obviously from the footage his wife
was already clinging to the darkie like a second set of wet
clothes early in the evening footage [even before she had
the excuse of being intoxicated later on.]  Michael tried to
belay his raising anger by telling himself that he had given
her permission earlier in the night to have fun, but he
hadn't expected this to be her idea of 'fun.'  Michael's
trust in his wife wasn't broken yet but some small stress
cracks had opened for the moment.

      JJ seemed to sense that the white man had a little
thought to rationalize and held off speaking for a moment
before he finally chimed back in, "Okay than, guess that
wasn't what you wanted to see, although I think the audience
would agree that your wife looked damn good on that dance
floor.  She really seemed to have some rhythm but than again
it is more you honkys that can't dance."

	The crowd hooted its approval.

      JJ continued, "Jamal had himself some moves though
didn't he... the way he bumped and ground you wife out there
you could almost imagine her creaming those married white
panties of hers.  The fact is as close as they were, and as
fine as your wife was Michael, Jamal had himself an erection
the whole time which your wife had pressed up against her
belly... you were thinking of that now weren't you?"

      Michael hadn't actually been thinking of the nig...
Jamal's erection up against his wife as the two had danced,
but now he had to picture the image in his mind that the
whole time his wife had danced she had been grinding herself
against the boy's ebony weapon.

	"Watch it JJ."

      The easily confidant black man totally ignored
whatever insignificant implied threat was in the white
husband's words while he continued.

      "Relax white boy... the fact is you volunteered your
wife to all this cause you trusted her.  Sure she let
herself be picked up and danced by one of us 'niggers,' but
surely your trust isn't so weak that a little thing like
riding the brother's big black dick out on that dance floor
concerns you that much.  I mean as long as this is where it
ended than your wife still earns you nine hundred thousand
dollars... that is unless you want the consolation prize.
Before you decide... let Vanilla explain what the next offer
is."

      Vanilla Whitebred presented consolation prize number
three.  "Obviously, some women seem to like company even
when their husbands are away.  With your wife having now
'proven' to enjoy a brother's company, consolation prize
number three is a lifetime free pass to our own TRUSTFUL
ESCORT AGENCY... whenever you are out of town and your wife
is feeling lonely... or for that matter, even if you are in
town and your wife just wants to 'trade up,' she can just
pick up the phone and dial 8-n-i-g-g-..."

      "Enough, DAMN IT... I ain't taking that goddamn prize
and you know it."

      Vanilla looked startled that Michael had so rudely
interrupted her.

      "That's okay then Vanilla, although Michael, you have
to realize we have our sponsors to plug on this show...
living in an old crack house, or some African jungle may
seem undesirable to a racist honky like you, but many good
and proper black men and women live exactly in those
situations and frankly, I'm thinking you were damn selfish
to turn down that last consolation prize too cause I don't
think your wife would have made the same choice.  Before you
go and be a fool now and do anything that might get you a
broken jaw, you just shut up and listen while I tell you
what your wife's next challenge was."

      Michael was feeling pretty damn furious but this was
former football great JJ Washington and after the news stuff
of what allegedly happened to the man's ex-wife and her
lover, Michael wasn't all that anxious to actually throw
down with the big black man or anything.  He was also faced
with the same reality that he entered the show with that he
needed to play by these sicko's rules if he was going to
walk away with the million dollars.  Maybe he had been
screwed out of one hundred thousand dollars of the grand
prize already by all these unexpected turns of events, but
nothing could go any further than it already had and so all
the husband had to do was tell himself that the fact is he
had given his wife permission to 'have a good time,' and
while it shocked the hell out of him that Susan wouldn't
think a good time was acting like some piece of white trash
out in public... still, all-in-all, she hadn't really done
anything more than just show really shitty taste so far.  It
may have been a little humiliating to Michael that he had
sort of misjudged his wife just the lightest in so far as
thinking she wouldn't even talk to a black, but maybe she
wasn't as race-pure as he had always thought.  Michael
wasn't against letting 'them' be allowed in society either.
Sure 'segregation' was probably a good idea, but it wasn't
practical in the world anymore, and so the white man was
enough of a realist to accept that maybe it might have meant
nothing at all that Susan had talked to, drank with, and
even danced with this nig... darkie.  In the end this Jamal
was just a man too, and so just being friendly to him was
something a good person might do in a situation like Susan
had found herself in.  Good people didn't go any further
though, no matter how bad their judgment was, so Michael had
every confidence that despite all this turmoil and dramatics
just to rationalize away what had already happened, the
worst was now over and all he had to do was just stay the
course and ride this whole thing out so that he could get
the payoff.

      JJ waited to see if Michael would continue to take it,
and when he saw to his satisfaction that the pilot episode
of TEST OF TRUST could continue, he gave out the fourth
challenge.

      "Okay Michael... that's good... be smart and you still
should win some serious money here... you still have nine
hundred thousand in the bank.  Now I can't give you back the
other hundred thousand, but if your wife did the right thing
and stopped here, you still get the nine hundred thousand
and we will actually throw in a get away trip, all expenses
paid, anywhere you and your wife choose... just to make up
for the troubles here and show we aren't really bad guys or
anything no matter what you are thinking."

      Michael was still sort of pissed... but the mention of
the money again reminded him it would be really stupid to do
anything to get kicked off the show now.  So his wife was
maybe a bit more of a slut than she had ever indicated that
she was before and sure... her sluttiness had caused Michael
a hundred thousand dollars.  Michael might discuss the
problem with her sometime later.  Perhaps, it might take a
licking or whatever to make sure that Susan would make
better choices in the future, but Michael was sure she could
be educated her not to humiliate him like this ever again,
given that maybe what she had done was sort of
inappropriate.  In the end, nine hundred thousand dollars
really was still a lot of money and maybe Michael could
forgive everything else even if he would sure have a damn
enough time trying to forget it... Michael was ready to hear
the next challenge his wife had.

      "Okay, spill it than JJ, what was this next test you
presented to Susan?"

      "It's a big one Michael and worthy of being the
conclusion to round one of the question period.  Basically
now, we have already seen Jamal charm himself into your
loving wife's company for the evening.  We have seen her let
herself get pretty much compromised with the spirits and at
the same time we have now seen documented evidence that she
took additional stimulus out on the dance floor.  So with
all that in mind this next question is sort of going to
determine if the game goes on to round two or if it all ends
here... cause you see, as the night wore on and the dance
floor got too crowded, wasn't a really good opportunity for
Jamal to proceed out there.  Plus your wife was hammered
enough by that point in the evening too that she wasn't
really coordinated enough to keep dancing... so we signaled
Jamal that it was time to offer her a ride home..."

	"She turned it down."

      "Wait. that wasn't her test... and you are lucky cause
if it was you would be out the hundred big ones.  Susan did
take the offer for a ride with Jamal without so much as
blinking one of her pretty blue eye... but you know how you
folks live up at 807 2nd street west in the good part of
town..."

      Michael was a little horrified to have his actual
address made public to so many perverts who might now learn
it and know where he and Susan actually lived.

      "Well, Jamal told Susan he wanted to take her up to
Makeout Point to look down at the lights of the city.  So
before you answer this, the question is did your pretty
little wife get driven up to Inspiration Point for sixty-six
thousand and six-hundred and sixty- six dollars and
sixty-six cents?"

      "Yo-you mean... he told her t-that they were... going
up to M-makeout Point and she a-agreed?"

	"Y-yeah," JJ mocked Michael's sudden speech problems.

      "No way... I-i mean... well... fuck, she may have been
as drunk as she was and everything but...  I mean... god..."

      "It's a tough call huh... course your only real option
other than trusting your wife is to take that consolation
prize of your wife with the escorts.  I tell you what I am
going to do to make the decision easier... for the
consolation prize, every time your wife uses the service...
we will throw in one hundred dollars for you.  Potentially
if your wife had herself a stud escort every night of the
year that could be better than thirty thousand annual for
you... Put her on some sort of industrial strength birth
control and it would be unlikely you would get much more
than an extra mouth to feed-and-shelter every other year or
so..."

	"FUCK YOU JJ."

      "The question is, was it fuck Susan... for Jamal.
Don't worry so much though yet... here, let's just get an
answer to your accepting or rejecting this next test of your
trust in your wife so we can continue.

      Michael seriously considered taking a swing for the
black man, but again decided on caution before valor.  There
was only one choice to make in regards to accepting the
challenge and the husband had no option but to make it
despite his now growing concerns that the whole thing was
definitely not going the way he thought it would

      "Of course, I accept.  I have no idea what sick game
you all our up to hear but there is no way Susan went too
far so maybe she did take the offer up to the point, but
that is as far as things went and anything more was assault
or some damn thing."

      "Slow down there, Michael.  One question at a time.
Now while it sounds like you sort of are saying that you
think maybe Susan did betray you and go up to
Inspiration-Point, we are entering your official answer that
you accept the challenge and believe she didn't go.  I mean
you can rationalize it all you want but the fact is that
there is only one reason any stud offers to ever go park
with a hottie, so for this test, Susan loses you the money
the instant she offers up no protest to the suggestion, no
matter what her intentions herself are."

      JJ motions that the footage should roll to reveal how
it played out two weeks previous when Jamal had made the
play.

      Inside the car, Susan seems to be totally at ease as
she rides with the young black man.  Casually he makes his
move, "So Susan, the night is really so young, it is a shame
to have it end so soon.  I mean with your husband off
wherever, chances are that he is probably still out himself.
You don't have him or any kids or nothing waiting for you
except that big empty house if you do go home.   I am really
enjoying your company tonight and would love to maybe just
park and talk a bit more with you or something now that we
are out of that noisy club.  We could maybe take a drive up
to the point as I guarantee you will simply love the view up
there cause I know damn well that I sure will."

      "hmm... maybe.  The truth is I'm actually having more
fun tonight then I thought I would.  I love to dance and
everything but Michael and I hardly ever get out.  Tonight
really was a lot of fun and you are really a sweet guy Jamal
to waste your evening with me and everything cause you know
I am married..."

      "It wasn't a waste at all Susan, I just enjoy your
company is all.  What do you say, should I pull off on the
next approach up there and maybe we could still stretch this
night out a little and have some more fun?"

      "mmm... I am kind of a little hungry.  Michael and I
were going to grab something to eat.  Maybe we should hit
that drive-thru window first and grab a couple hot-dogs and
a milkshake or something to suck back too if you don't mind.
I feel a little woozy from the alcohol on an empty stomach
and maybe something in my belly would make me fell better
when we go up to the point."

      Jamal couldn't help but smile at the obvious double
meanings that could be easily attributed to Susan's words.
Of course, Jamal's mental enjoyment with Susan's unconscious
[?} choice of wording wasn't really all that important and
it was totally unknowable for any third party observer of
the TEST OF TRUST pilot episode as it now ran.  It wasn't
really worth mentioning at all other than so lead to the
observation that the exact same thoughts had to be in
Michael's head as the attention of the game show reverted
back to where he was watching all the unfolding footage of
his wife's newest betrayal as it happened.  The fact is that
whether her words might be able to be twisted around to some
sick image like she just wanted something to 'suck on' and
would just feel better with something 'in her belly' or
not... it was all rather irrelevant in comparison to the
more simple fact that her agreeing to go up to inspiration
point was the words that cost Michael his sixty-plus
thousand dollars and took him to the next challenge in the
game.

      "Well Michael, Susan did go up to inspiration point
after her and Jamal hit the drive-through.  It might
interest you to know that your wife ordered her a chocolate
Milkshake... not that there is anything wrong with that.  It
isn't actually all that important to the show here cause
Susan sucked back that shake and swallowed that long wiener
dog of hers before we get to her next challenge."

      Michael bit his tongue while allowing JJ Washington to
tease out this next obscene outrage.

      "Anyhow, it can't be any surprise to you that once
Jamal was able to get Susan up to Inspiration Point, that he
was going to attempt to 'make-out' with her.  I know this is
where the whole thing is likely going to start being very
difficult for you to accept, but luckily, this is also where
your wife should be drawing the line, 'NO QUESTIONS ASKED.'
Where this leaves us is with the next challenge for her and
the next question for you.  Obviously, once Susan was
finished wrapping those pretty, red lips of hers around that
dog and the straw of that shake, Jamal made his move to
plant them with a wet one from his own.  Now, we don't want
to make this difficult or anything, so we aren't going to
get too ridiculous here in the standards.  Obviously any
women that goes and parks with a stud like Jamal is going to
do some kissing, so what we want to do with you is establish
a standard that is beyond reason and clearly establishes
that she just went and got too far."

      Michael felt his face blush a little more in a mixture
of shame and anger at the ex- football player's wordy
buildup registered... but he kept the tip of his own tongue
quietly secured between his loosly-clenched teeth.

      "Using our best research we finally decided that
pretty much any white woman, whether she was married or not,
would get a thrill out of letting herself feel the fullness
of a black stud's forbidden lips... provided she was enough
of an unfaithful race-traitor to end up parked with the
brother in the first place.  So with that as a given, we
need a dirtier standard to establish the next level of your
wife's betrayal of your trust... provided she didn't just
stop everything and prove your bond."

      As much as Michael wished there was any hope that this
would end so simply, he was pretty sure from JJ's words that
he wouldn't be so lucky.

      "What we finally decided on then, was that not only
must your wife accept Jamal's move and his kiss, but she
must return her own kisses onto his full, black lips... she
must open her mouth and accept his tongue into her mouth.
She must push her wet tongue into Jamal's mouth.  You have
to watch your wife whether she allows Jamal to move to her
neck and leave his mark.  Did you notice whether Susan wore
shirts with collars around you this past couple weeks?
Maybe that blush she buys helped her out a bit too huh... or
maybe she didn't do any of this?  To top things off we will
make the final test of whether your wife fails this next
challenge solely on whether she loses her bra or not.  The
question is yours to decide an answer too, but bear in mind
again that doubt in your wife ends the game and gets you
nothing but the consolation prize.  Before you decide,
please let Vanilla Whitebred get the sponsor message out
this time."

      Vanilla tried to flash her smile as she spoke out the
fourth and penultimate consolation prize to be offered to
this boorish boob of a white-boy husband.  She was very much
pissed off herself that the little nobody had dared cut her
off in making the last offer, but than again, she did have
to giggle to herself that maybe he was catching on just how
insignificant he really was in all this.  Exposing the
little white-boy to the truth on such a nationwide medium
thrilled the game show girl and she just wished she had been
able to make her own husband learn the truth is such a
public forum instead of in the offices of JJ Washington when
she had first auditioned for this job.

      All-in-all, while it would have been fun for Vanilla
to spread her legs for the notorious Mr. Washington and let
all her adoring public see her famous smile at its white-
glow best in darkest contrast to JJ's own black flesh
pressed so sexily against her own, the way hubby had tried
to interfere and gotten himself so thoroughly bitch-slapped
by the studly ex-football player did make Vanilla slightly
grateful that it had been a private showing for her that she
could just get so into without revealing herself to much of
an unredeamable race-traitor slut that she would orgasm just
from watching a black man kick her white husband
again-and-again in the balls to the point that poor hubby
would probably never be able to make 'it' work ever again.

      Vanilla hoped somehow, that this ignorant white
husband who had so rudely interrupted her before, and had so
foolishly risked his wife, could end up at the business end
of JJ's foot too.  Even if it was exposed to the world to
see, Vanilla would have no choice but to pull her panties
down and do herself if she could see the black stud dominate
the pathetic white boy.

      For now, though she would have to content herself with
just adding to the white boy's shame with another insulting
offer of a consolation prize.

      "Thanks JJ.  Our second to last consolation prize
offered for the evening is going to be from the good folks
at BLACK-AT-NIGHT SECURITY SERVICES.  I guess we done went
and told everyone out there that Michael and Susan Knight
live at 807 2nd street west, so now that the address is
public knowledge, security could become a problem,
especially with Susan having shown that she is somewhat easy
to be picked up... and obviously the fact that Michael has
taken all this speaks for itself that he can't do anything
about nothing.  Luckily the good folks at BLACK-AT-NIGHT
SECURITY SERVICES have real men working for them.  This is
good for you Michael, cause each night we will dispatch one
of the special security agents to your home where they will
assume the duties of man-of-the-house for the evening.
Other potential suitors to your wife will be kept at bay
knowing there is already a real man in her bed for the
evening.  It is good for your wife too, cause of course
since she is proving to be such a slu..."

	"SHUT UP.  SHUT THAT FUCKING BITCH MOUTH."

      Michael looked like he was ready to pounce on Vanilla
and wrap his hands around the slut's elongated slender neck
to see if he couldn't maybe twist that oversized annoying
blond head right off.

      JJ Washington made sure to use his athletic quickness
to step in and let the whiteboy no he was to quickly calm
down or feel the stud's wraith.

      Vanilla Whitebred was the first to speak after
Michael's second rude interruption of the show.  "Look you
little worm, you are just lucky that Jamal didn't have any
damn back seat in the car..."

      JJ quickly had to cut Vanilla off before she got too
far ahead of herself.  The big black man reached out and put
a hand over the pretty blonde's mouth.  It wasn't the first
time he had to stifle a white woman's noise in such a
manner, but it wasn't nearly so meaningful as that more
famous time back at his ex-wife's domicile.  Here all JJ was
wishing to accomplish was to draw out the tease of this
situation before totally giving everything away, and with
that more simple goal in mine, the black man had his
success.

      Vanilla realized that she had been foolish to let this
insignificant whiteboy get to her, and with JJ having calmed
her to her senses, Vanilla wasn't going to grace Michael
with her presence any longer.  She turned and walked her hot
white ass off the stage as JJ tried to get things back on
pace.

      "So anyhow Michael... since you again interrupted
Vanilla Whitebred before she could finish the prize offer,
basically the deal with this one is the same as the others,
where you have to admit your wife has totally betrayed your
trust but now you are a realist to accept a situation where
she is going to take a new unending supply of 'nigger' dick
from here on in.  When you interrupted Vanilla, I guess you
are saying you don't want this offer and are just going to
watch and see if you get the money instead or maybe just
have to watch while Susan played you for the fool again?"

      "You can laugh all you want you ni... JJ.  Maybe you
have footage of all that shit you said about my wife with
that filthy animal, but this is where it all ends so go
ahead and have your sick thrill.  It isn't even my
humiliation but just Susan's anyhow, so go ahead and show
her, cause if she did kiss or whatever than she deserves
this.  With the money we are going to take from you it will
all be worth it."

      "You realize that this challenge is worth another
sixty-six thousand and six- hundred and sixty-six dollars
and sixty-six cents?  If Susan fails the test that leaves
you with just six-hundred and sixty-six thousand,
six-hundred and sixty-six dollars and sixty- six cents left
but the decision is made so let's check out the action after
you confirm one more time for the record that you are
confidant that Jamal didn't get your faithful wife to
willfully give up her bra and let the 'nigger' get
down-and-dirty with her in that front seat of the car, up
there at Inspiration Point?"

      Michael felt sick to listen to the question for what
seemed to be the millionth time.  It was pretty obvious now
that the true answer would be that Susan had failed the
challenge miserably.  It would cost Michael another
sixty-six thousand and six-hundred and sixty-six dollars and
sixty-six cents to play this all out, but than again... if
he stopped now he wouldn't get anything other than the
option to have his wife serve as some glorified whore to
niggers for the rest of her life in that damned security
offer thing.

      As angry as Michael was, and as disappointed as he was
in how his wife had failed him so miserably up to this
point, Michael almost could have considered taking the black
cock for his wife option at this point as maybe that was
what Susan actually deserved [to be some sort of permanent
white-slave to a nightly lineup of black bastards] but no...
despite it all, Michael still did love Susan
unquestionably... and well she would definitely need to be
punished for her indiscretions revealed here on the show,
Michael would handle that himself without any further
'nigger' stuff.

	She might even like it anyhow...

      God, Michael was sick to allow himself the thought to
creep in... Susan couldn't- wouldn't like to date animals
for the rest of her life... she couldn't've-didn't like
dating this one two weeks ago [not really.]

      Maybe it was Michael's fault too a little bit for
exposing Susan to the danger and forbidden temptation in the
first place.  Sure she should have been strong enough to
resist... and sure, Michael never would have took the risk
if he had any idea what a weak slut... what a weak girl, he
had actually married underneath that 'good-girl facade' she
had played at for the past three years of marriage... but in
the end, Michael probably did need to temper all his
considerations and rage with the final realization that he
had volunteered to take the TEST OF TRUST.

      At this point, he couldn't just quit and walk away...
even if the 'nigger' did get Susan's dress off of her up at
Inspiration Point, Susan might have somehow allowed this
animal to compromise her so much and get to second base but
there just could be no chance that the third base coach
would ever be waving the darkie home.  Michael knew with a
certainty in the end that his wife would never have risked a
pregnancy with this animal so Michael was going to get some
sort of money before this outrage was over and to get it he
just needed to take whatever garbage these sicko's had left
to throw at him.

      "I don't think that nigger got my wife's bra, JJ,"
Michael spoke the words he had to through clenched teeth,
knowing full well he was totally wrong.

      JJ didn't bother to scold him again for the use of the
hateful 'N' term.

	"Roll tape,' was all the former football great said.

      On the screen Susan and Jamal had parked up at the
point overlooking the city.  It was where lovers came to
find a little place of excitement to fool around.  The
cameras secretly mounted in Jamal's sporty one-seater
convertible showed that there were a couple other vehicles
parked nearby, but Susan wasn't bashful.

      Both Susan and Jamal had finished whatever snacks they
had purchased at the drive-though and now it was time for
dessert.

      "So what did you bring me up here for Jamal... surely
it wasn't really to look at the lights."  Her speech was
still slightly slurred from the effects of the alcohol but
there was no mistake that the young wife knew where she
was... and who she was with."

      To answer the married woman, Jamal reached out and put
a strong powerful arm around her back to pull her to him.
Susan's mouth parted and than her lips were against the
young black man's.

      The remote control cameras in the car zoomed in to
make sure there was no mistake that Susan's mouth remained
open as she took the black's kiss.

      Jamal pressed the advantage and kissed the married
white woman again-and- again, before she pulled away finally
and protested weakly, "You know I am a married woman.  This
is wrong."

      "Your husband told you to have some fun tonight Susan.
I bet he doesn't kiss you like this anymore.  Is the passion
gone.  When was the last time he even gave you his hickey?"

      "Oh no, Jamal... No.  He would see it.  You said you
would be a gentleman."

      "If you don't want it, I won't do it Susan, but your
neck is so fine.  How long has it been since you just
cuddled with your husband and kissed?"

      Susan knew that the hunky black stud was going to mark
her neck, and worse she knew she wanted him too.  It had
been almost the entire time of her marriage since she had
just let a guy have her neck this way.  It was like with
vampires in the movies, how sensuous they were and how
vulnerable the women was to offer up her exposed throat.

      "Just a small one Jamal, and put it down so I can try
to cover it with a collar."

      Jamal's smile was obscured from the camera while he
bit into Susan's neck with a gentle nudge of his teeth
before smacking his lips hard to put his bruise on her.  He
had scored another requirement to make his bonuses.  The way
things were going he would get the full amount when he
succeeded in charming this sexy little bitch right out of
her panties and into a pussy full of his potent baby-seed.
First though, Jamal had to play this out to the script and
next on the agenda was the married white ho's bra.

      "mmm... Susan, you taste so sweet.  Michael is a fool
to disappoint you so much. If you were my woman I would have
you on the town every night to celebrate you beauty and
desirability."

      As Susan smiled at the praise, Jamal didn't bother
adding to tell her that she would actually be on the streets
earning her master money if she was the brother's woman.
	
      "Jamal, you did trick me to get me up here.  You said
it was to look at the lights, but I think it was to look at
me?"

      "I do think the lights of the city are nice to look at
Susan, but as much as it would be fine to sit here and enjoy
the view of the city with you, it is more a view of you that
I was truthfully interested in bringing you up here.  Some
guys do call a woman's breasts, 'headlights.'  It is a crude
and unromantic term, but you defiantly have a set worth
illuminating.  Would I be too bold if I came clean with you
and admitted that I was hoping to see them?"

      Susan had actually been expecting this stud to just
make the move on her.  She wouldn't have resisted.  It was
corny that he actually asked and kind of turned Susan off a
little bit but she wanted this to continue so she gave the
okay.

      What Susan couldn't realize as to what was forcing
Jamal to have made the 'vocal' request before proceeding to
get into her dress, was that it would be a sixty-six
thousand and six-hundred and sixty-six dollars and sixty-six
cents challenge in a game she didn't even know she was
playing.  Unfortunately, for Susan [?] her answer lost her
[and her husband] the money even if it did lead to a fun
fifteen-twenty minuets of further heavy petting up there at
inspiration point... but all that is unspoken now in this
story, as the camera simply freezes when the willing white
wife allows the youthful black stud to take down her dress
and remove her brassier... the freeze frame that ends the
scene is a close up of Michael's wife's exposed tits in the
big black hands of the young stud as the games focus returns
once again to the distraught husband.

	"That slut."

      "Michael, are you ready to denounce your wife?   I
think we have one last consolation prize to offer up before
you make the decision, and this one is actually good, I
think... Vanilla if you will?"

      "Okay, JJ, our final consolation prize is a set of
gulf clubs for him and a new range oven for her.  Back to
you JJ."

      Michael, couldn't believe it... the prizes were
actually decent.  Michael almost could consider taking the
offer and stopping this entire episode... except to do so
would be to give up the big payoff.  Even if the humiliation
wasn't quite over yet, the fact was that Michael couldn't
settle for such small prizes after all... this.

      As long as Susan said no before it went all the way
and she actually conceived a bastard from this nigger, than
Michael would walk away with at least one hundred grand at
the very least.  Even if she had been a slut to go so far as
to fuc... no... Michael wasn't even going to consider the
hypothetical of that possibility.

      The fact is, Susan may have stripped down for this
nigger to get all grabby with, but she was still the woman
that Michael had chosen to marry and was the women that he
wanted to have HIS children... someday.  Michael couldn't
give up on her yet... he still had to have some trust in his
wife and so it was without question that his answer to the
consolation offer of the gulf clubs would have to be an
empoundful 'no!'

      "Wait just a second Michael.  We need to know the
challenge your wife took after Jamal was done warming her up
at the point.  Now your wife already lost sixty-six
thousand, six-hundred and sixty-six dollars and sixty-six
cents to let Jamal take her bra and sixty-six thousand,
six-hundred and sixty-six dollars and sixty-six cents for
even agreeing to make the drive up to the point in the first
place, so to complete round two so for the remaining
sixty-six thousand, six-hundred and sixty-six dollars and
sixty-six cents at risk, the final challenge that Susan
faced in round two is does she take Jamal back and invite
him into your family home."

      Michael felt his gut sink like he had just taken JJ's
fist to his midsection.  For the show to jump to this
question at the end of round two [with another whole round
to go,] it was now pretty much obvious that Susan did take
the nigger home.  Michael could take the offer of the golf
clubs prize and stop this all, but he still couldn't fully
believe that Susan actually did betray him and humiliate him
so completely.

      Perhaps this question was just designed to give
Michael's these self doubts and make him take the
consolation prize.  Michael wouldn't put it past these
niggers to have struck out with Susan and than somehow
doctored the tapes or something.  Maybe this all was some
big elaborate scam to stop Michael from getting the money he
deserved.  After everything Michael had already endured, he
wasn't going to stop now... it was going to be all or
nothing.

      JJ finally framed the question, "So Michael, do your
trust your wife enough to accept that she passed the
challenge, or do we end this show now and send you home with
a new washing machine for the little lady and a new set of
golf clubs for you."

      "I trust my wife."  Michael wished he felt the
conviction his words lacked.

	JJ motioned and the film rolled.  

      On the screen Susan now had her dress totally pulled
down around her waste.  Her tits had color to them like they
had been fondled quite aggressively.  Her nipples were hard
and stiffly erect, possibly from the cool night air, but far
more likely from how Jamal had obviously been sucking,
tweaking, licking, and otherwise manipulating them.
		
	"Seems we are getting a little crowded up here."

      A couple more cars had pulled up to park alongside
Susan and Jamal.  What the white women didn't realize is
that these two cars had been outfitted with even more
camera's to provide footage of her infidelity in the car if
it got to that point.

      "Let them look."  Even Susan herself might have been
hard pressed to distinguish if it was the effects of the
alcohol or her own previously unrealized dark desires that
had her just so wanton for this black stud.  Susan looked
like she was literally ready to explode if she didn't get
some sort of relief.

      "What if someone recognizes you.  Maybe we should take
you home?"

	"mmm... someone might see us."

      "Like you said... let them look.  Seriously, everyone
will be asleep now in your Whitbread neighborhood, don't you
think?  Hubby won't be home till tomorrow."

      "Wait... what are you saying Jamal?  We can't go
further.  I am a married girl."

      "Of course, not Susan.  We will just carry on what we
are doing here.  You know me now.  I ain't going to rape you
or anything.  We aren't going to do anything you don't want
to."

      "Okay... someone might recognize me up here... sides
the way everything is getting so dark, I think it is going
to start to storm.  One thing about your car is I wouldn't
want to get too wet in here."

      It was such a lame excuse and as Michael listened to
his wife fail yet another test of her trust, he couldn't
hold back the curse.

	"That bitch."

      The big screen froze and it was time to play question
and answer again for Michael and big JJ.

      "Susan and Jamal sitting in a car k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
Michael, michael, michael.... what do you think guy?  Gosh
darn, but wifey went and failed the end of round two.  That
is like seven or actually just six tests we gave her and she
has gone and failed every one... you know what that means?
It is time for the double jeopardy round, or ULTIMATE TRUST
as we actually call it here to avoid trademark
infringements.  At this level, the dollar values go way up
for the challenges, but the level of jeopardy in the
challenges increases to be worth the additional money.  Now
we don't have any more consolation prizes to offer up, so
maybe what we will do is just pause for a second and make
sure we are aware exactly what is at stake here.  You
started with a million dollars in potential prizes to win.
You turned down some very unique consolation offers and your
wife has subsequently failed every single challenge put
before her.  The results are you have lost one hundred
thousand dollars of the potential prize in round one at the
nightclub, and an additional two hundred thousand dollars in
round two.  You still have seven hundred thousand dollars to
risk, so here is the first question you have to deal with to
see if your wife finally does the right thing."

      Under his breath Michael had chanted 'you slut... you
little slut,' a couple times while JJ did the spiel
regarding the summary of rounds one and two.  When Michael
heard that he still had $700 000 to potentially win, he
suddenly brightened back up even as he had to momentarily
suspend his grasp of reality to still think it actually
mattered how much money was still available [like Michael
would have any real chance to get any of it.]

      I'm sure you are wondering than what the next
challenge for your wife will be. First just let me tell you
that this challenge is worth two hundred thousand dollars.
Your loving wife Susan has already allowed Jamal to
compromise her and get into her dress, so it would be
reasonable to assume that it is a given that she will be
stripped even further now that she is taking the boy home
with her.  A possible question to you might be if you think
that Jamal gets her panties, but the truth is that the
challenge would just be too redundant of the bra challenge
to have any sort or drama to it.  The fact is that your wife
loses her panties so damn easy it just ain't worth the two
hundred thousand bucks anyhow.  Instead, what this challenge
is going to be is based on the fact that Jamal was sucking
those white titties of hers back in the car as you saw.  Now
what you didn't see was that we wanted her to do some
sucking of her own and the little lady was very hesitant.
So here is where the challenge to start round three comes
in... will Susan now agree to suck off Jamal now that she
has the nigger back in her own home or do you trust her to
do the right thing and turn the request to go thoat-diving
this second time too?"

      Michael wanted to die as he listened to the challenge
get laid out... he literally wanted to die... the
humiliation that his wife might have actually took a filthy,
nigger cock into her mouth... when Michael had asked Susan
for oral pleasure, his wife had always said it was too
dirty.  There was no way she would ever agree to do it with
a nigger... but why was it even a question unless the slut
had said yes.

      Michael felt like he was going to be sick in his
stomach.  His mind was numb like someone had hit him over
the head with a sludge hammer.  Susan couldn't have sucked
nigger cock?  Could she have?  Suddenly taking the golf
clubs didn't seem like such a bad decision rather than to
have his wife so thoroughly humiliate him.

      "On... on second thought, J... JJ... umm... yeah, my
wife does need a new washing machine."

      Michael felt so impotent and such a fool as he tried
so desperately and futily to grasp at any available straw in
preventing  the tape from playing that would humiliate him
so ultimately in the eyes of anyone that could see it.
Knowing that his own parents, friends and neighbors might
see the show of his wife lustfully sucking some huge nigger
dick off... maybe even to orgasm in her unfaithful, slutty
mouth... not to mention whatever secrets or stuff she might
say about Michael himself... it was all so much worse than
anything that Susan had did so far which really humiliated
herself more than it did Michael.  No amount of money could
be worth the white-hot shame of having his wife suck another
man's cock on nationwide TV.  Michael had to stop the game.

      "Oh sorry, guy.  I thought you heard me when I told
you that the consolation prize isn't available at this level
once you have heard the challenge.  If you stop now, all you
will be admitting is that you have no trust at all in your
wife that she didn't go all the way. I mean, even if she did
slip a little and let Jamal slide his cock between those
pretty red lips of hers and deep into that tight, willing
white throat... it still only costs you two hundred thousand
dollars... that leaves eight hundred thousand dollars,
umm... no... seven hundred thousand dollars in the bank that
you would be walking away from.  I mean I could understand
you would do it if maybe your wife had always refused to
give you head... like she thought your cock wasn't good
enough for her mouth or whatever... yeah, than I could see a
husband being so humiliated to watch his wife suck another
man's dick... a nigger's big black cock off to orgasm on
nation wide TV while everyone he knew saw his humiliation.
If that is the case, I apologize to you guy, for exposing
this whole ugly truth... if you admit that your wife did
suck off Jamal's big black cock willingly and swallow for
him what she always refused to do for you, than I will take
pity and give you the washing machine so you can save face.
Otherwise, we need to go ahead and roll tape.  At worst you
might have to watch an edited down highlight package of your
wife getting her chocolate delight, but you still have all
that money left over and surely even if she did suck cock up
there at inspiration point, for Jamal, she never went any
further than that did she?"

      Michael was trapped in the logic... even if that logic
was sick, and twisted, and utterly depraved.

	"Roll the damn tape than, you bastard."

      "Patience we are going to see everything in just a
moment.  Do to this being the payoff, we are going to just
play the tape without edit to its conclusion.  Whether your
wife will finally redeem herself and show Jamal the door
here or we are going to see us just how much she digs
chocolate, either way the tape doesn't stop till the deed is
done."

      Behind JJ and the now thoroughly despondent husband,
the big screen shimmer to life once more... this time to
show the 'good stuff.'

      "So you nervous that any of the neighbors saw you
leading 'this forbidden, dangerous nigger into your home?"

	"Are you dangerous, Jamal?"

      "Depends on who I am with.  We aren't going to do
anything here you don't want to tonight."

      "It is so wicked that you are in my home with me.  I
did have a lot of fun tonight but what we were doing in the
car was really wrong.  I am still a married woman you
know... we can't do anything more like that in the car."

      Jamal smiled.  The vanilla housewife may have been
saying slow down with her mouth, but her body language and
dancing eyes were saying 'do me.'

      "You got a real nice place here, Susan... even if it
is a little small," Jamal smoothly transitioned the
conversation.

      "Yeah, it's okay I guess.  I really want something
nicer but this is all we can afford till Michael finds more
steady employment.  Still, it gets the job done and keeps
the rain off our heads,"  Susan realized that she had just
put her husband down to this black man [even if it was more
subtly than she had played it in her own head... she was
just being so bad.]

      "mmm... you are such a good woman.  I know you must be
a saint to put up with your husband's inadequacies as a man
and still remain so true to him.  It must be hard
sometimes... at least I would hope 'it' was 'hard 'sometimes
or is the reason you are looking down at the bulge in my
pants now cause hubby doesn't do 'that' for you either?"

      Susan blushed at how quickly the conversation got back
to the reality that as a married woman she had agreed to
bring this black man back to her own home when her husband
was away for the night.  She had just been practically
half-naked with this man kissing in ways that were
definitely improper, and no-matter how much she now wished
that there could possibly be some 'innocent' reason for
having brought this guy to her home, the fact that she was
staring at Jamal's big bulge in the front of his pants made
it pretty obvious that there was not much reason to stall
things out any longer.

      "umm... why don't you take a seat on the couch, Jamal?
Can I fix you a drink or anything?"

      As tempting as it was for Jamal to drink the vanilla
honky's alcohol, he was ready to give this hottie something
to put into her mouth instead.

      "Naw, why don't you just sit down here on the couch
with me?"

      Susan felt like she should object but it was so silly.
She had already sat and parked with this black man so there
was no denying that she was going to sit with him again.  It
was silly to fight it any longer.

      The pretty white wife sat down on the sofa next to
Jamal and waited just the briefest moment before his arm was
around her and they were locked again in wet, smooching
embrace.

      Jamal skillfully reached back to undo the zipper of
Susan's dress for the second time in the evening.  Susan
didn't protest at all.

	"Why don't you stand up and let me see you, Susan?"

      Susan knew that the young black man wanted her out of
her dress.  She hadn't put her bra back on in the car for
the trip home so she was already mostly naked for this hunky
stud.  What harm could it be to lose the dress?  She would
still have her panties on. There was no way Susan could lose
the protection of her panties.

	"Do you have any Barry White?"  Jamal asked.

      "Umm, no.  Michael buys most of the music," Susan
answered as she went to stand up.

      "Too bad.  It would be nice to have something smooth
to listen to.  I suppose the hubby likes his red necked
country."

      Michael was actually more of a fan of pop sluts like
Brittany Spears and Sherel Crow, but that wasn't important
to Susan as she went to let her dress shimmer the remainder
of the way off  her hips, past her ass, and all the way to
the floor down her long, toned legs.

      "You are truly beautiful Susan," Jamal smiled his
approval.

      "You know Jamal.  It isn't fair that you boys always
want us to show you ours if you aren't willing to show us
yours."

      "I helped you with your zipper.  If you want to see
mine you need to help me with mine."

      Susan smiled.  Even though Michael didn't have the
clever mind or aptitude to play such games, Susan always did
like a play at words like this.  She wondered if she should
just drop to her knees in total submission for this black
godling, but she decided to play it out and simply told her
forbidden stud to stand up.

      Jamal was so electrifying intensive as Susan began her
thrilling task of removing his clothing.  The fact that she
was trying to still pretend that nothing inappropriate was
going to happen made this all so silly.  Susan's hands were
actually trembling as she decided to start by removing the
black man's five hundred dollar shirt.

      Susan actually made an audible gasp as she saw the
definition of Jamal's washboard abs.  Michael wasn't exactly
a potato, but he did sort of resemble one sometimes.  Susan
had felt Jamal's rock hard muscled and ripped chest all
night long, but seeing how a 'real' man was suppose to look
really put a second level of wet into the white woman's
panties.

      Jamal held still as his pussy for the evening purred
in her admiration of his prime masculinity.  This was all
going to be so damn easy for the studly black man.

      "Babe if you keep up the way you are running those
hands all over me I am going to be in some real danger of
making a mess in my shorts... if you know what I mean?  I
don't want to rush you or anything, but I am feeling a
little cramped down there so unless you are feeling too
bashful all of a sudden. I wouldn't mind if you loosened my
pants a little for me and got your peek you were looking
for."

      "No, it's okay."  Susan's voice was a little strange
like maybe she was realizing just how sinful she was being
letting herself be so wicked as to take out this dangerous
black man's even more dangerous cock.  She was approaching a
point of no return but it was just so wild that she wasn't
even considering slowing down.  Maybe the strangeness in her
voice was just eager anticipation to see if this hunk's
forbidden 'nigger' cock was as good as she evidently thought
it would be?

      Susan slowly sank submissively to her knees at the
feet of her black stud.  She couldn't resist licking her
lips just a little in anticipation as her hands eagerly
moved up to grasp the front of Jamal's pants.  One remote
control camera caught her tongue while a second one switched
to show the light gleam off Susan's diamond on her left hand
as she seemingly made sure to just hold on with that hand as
if it was still wrong in her own head to actually unzip the
black hunk's pants with the finger she wore her promise of
fidelity on.

      The same camera that had shown Susan's tongue wetting
her lips refocused up to catch the jump in her eyes as she
works his pants open and lets Jamal's impressive twelve
inches of gorgeous black cock spring free.

      Watching the screen in real time on the studio
monitor, Michael Knight whimpers in despair that the nigger
stud with his wife is every bit as 'big' as the stereotypes
had always snickered.  Michael had never believed the
stereotypes before, but compared to his five inches... he
suddenly felt very intimidated and inadequate.

      On the screen, Susan only looked as if she felt like
the luckiest girl in the world. For someone who had always
maintained a steadfast policy against going down on her own
husband's cock, Susan had no hesitation to go thoat-diving
on Jamal's twelve inches.

      Jamal resisted the urge to reach out and put his hand
on the back of the girl's head. As much as it was a natural
thing to do, Jamal knew some bitches didn't like to be held
down... the way this Susan Knight cunt was coming trough for
him, he wasn't going to need to do anything but sit back and
enjoy while the cock-hungry whore did all the work anyhow.

      Susan, had sucked cock a couple times before.  It had
been sort of fun, but the guys always acted like she was
dirty or something after she had taken a mouth full from
them.  She had made sure never to allow Michael to get the
idea that she was a cocksucker, but she had often had
longings to do this all again.  It was even better than she
had dreamed now with the delicious black cock.

      Michael was sick as he watched his wife suck cock.
Luckily for the disgusted husband, the time constraints of
the program forced the producers to time-lapse the blow job.
Susan's best choking, and gagging, and drooling were all
lost in the edit... all that was given time for it's
slow-motion glory was as Jamal groaned out loud and finally
put his hand down on Susan's head.  She made no move to pull
away as she took her oral reward for her eager efforts and
drank deeply in the satisfied triumphance of a job well
done.

      To Susan's obvious delight, Jamal kissed her when she
brought her pretty, white face up from his long, black cock.
The look on Michael's face to see that his wife had the
nigger's sperm  dribbling down her chin and a little down
her neck, was too much.

	"You filthy bastards."

      Michael couldn't hold back his manhood any longer and
he suddenly took a swing for JJ Washington, but the big
black man easily countered... and a quick retaliatory slap
put the disgraced husband down to his soft-white-ass as
easily as though he had been nothing more than a bitch-ho
being corrected by 'her' pimp.

      "You ignorant white honky nobody.  You dare try to lay
your hands on your better? You are just a damn lucky punk
ass that I don't take this belt off and give you an old
fashioned whipping like you all did to us back when.  Maybe
I should just take advantage of you down there and see if
you picked up any pointers from watching wifey do the deed
for Jamal, but I ain't into that shit when there are so many
other fine 'female' white ho's out there.  What I should do
more than anything is disqualify your ass off the show, but
instead I think we will finish watching what your wife did
on her date...  Of course we have her here secluded back
stage tonight.  She has no idea what she is here for, and
you didn't either before now, but it will all be clear in
just a moment.  It will be easier with you tied up though so
just hold still while Vanilla brings out the shackles or
maybe I will just turn you into a cock-slut like Jamal did
your wife."

      Michael had no option but to comply to this greater
humiliation as he was helplessly bound and secured by
Vanilla Whitebred so he would provide no more distractions
while the remainder of Susan's and Jamal's date played
out... then it was time to proceed.

      The hapless white husband was impotent with rage as
all he could do was pull feebly at the metallic bindings
securing his wrists behind his back and scream silently into
the panties gagged into his mouth.  If Michael had known the
panties in his mouth were the same ones that Susan had worn
the night with that nigger, he could have been no more
furious... or any more impotent with that anger.

      JJ decided to get the focus back to the action that he
knew the audience really wanted to see.  He stood over the
white-boy and reached down to grab himself a handful of
hair.

      :You watch the screen little man.  I would have
Vanilla here pull down those pants of yours to give the
audience a laugh at how small poor Susan used to have to be
satisfied with, but the fact is our cameras don't have a
zoom large enough to show your little wee-wee.  Look up at
that freeze frame on the big screen and see the brother's
twelve inches still-hard even after pumping its first
offering into your wife's thirsty throat.  Jamal was ready,
willing, and more-than-able to head straight up to the
little wifey's bedroom.  SHIT dude.  Let me tell you that
you are going to see your honey wrapping those long white
legs around the brother's hard-pumping black ass so I ain't
going to waste the time to sit here and ask if she gives the
ok to join her in the sack. instead, what we will do next
for the challenge at a risk of another two hundred and fifty
thousand dollars is just ask you if wife spreads those legs
and takes it without protection. Remember we did this date
on Susan's most dangerous day.  If she takes a potent black
sperming in that unprotected white pussy than obviously it
has to be a total betrayal of trust.  You've seen the little
wife play you for a fool here on national TV and even go so
far as to take it in the mouth, but as humiliating as all
that was to you, the question is do you think that good,
little faithful wifey Susan Knight will risk dirtying up
your family name by risking adding some color to the blood
lines?"

      JJ tugged hard at the subdued white boy's hair to
accent his complete superiority and dominance over the
pathetic loser.

      "Since you can't talk with those soiled panties gagged
into your mouth anymore and annoy us with your pathetic
ignorance, you can just nod to acknowledge that your wife
took the fateful breeding.  It gives up all chances of
walkaway from here with any cash, but at least you will know
that Susan got the fuck of her life.  We are going to watch
the footage regardless of whatever you decide.  If you want
you can shake that little foolish head of yours and believe
that Susan never took a potent black baby-making blast into
her willing, fertile, married white pussy.  You still will
have three hundred thousand dollars for the final test.  Say
you still trust Susan and you can still have the cash."

      What choice did Michael have?  Even though he felt
like a total fool, Michael still knew that despite
everything else his wife would not let this nigger have
unprotected sex with her when she knew she was at risk.
Michael was still going to walk away from this complete
humiliate with at least that last bit of money.  Since he
had nothing to gain and everything to lose by giving up at
this point, Michael shook his head and the camera footage
rolled.

      We return to where Susan and Jamal have now sat on the
couch after Susan has sucked cock.  In the interim it seems
as if Susan has fetched some of her husband's good brandy
for the young black man.  They have some soft jazz playing
from the stereo in the back ground as they sit and talk...
and caress each other.

      "Damn, your fine Susan.  That was the best head I've
ever had.  You are a real natural."

      A blush to Susan's face belies the sly smile of pride
that lights up the white girl's face as she accepts the
black man's praise.

      "It's a damn shame you got that ring on your finger.
I just know you could really rock my world... and I'd make
you see stars for sure if we could just take this to the
bedroom."

	"No Jamal... I'm married."

      "I know.  I know.  Believe me, I am all for the
sanctuary of a marital union as the next guy, but I just
can't help but feel that Michael comes up short when it
comes to fulfilling you.  I mean, here we sit with your hand
down there on my cock after all."

      At Jamal's words, Susan stiffens up a little and pulls
her hand away.  She reaches out for her drink to change the
moment.

      "Maybe we should put some clothes back on," the white
women suggests.

      "Naw... not yet.  You did such a good job on me, even
if we can't fuck, I want to make you see stars too.  Does
your hubby ever lick you, or is he one of those dudes that
thinks it is beneath him?"

	The look in Susan's eyes told the answer.  

      "I nev... never had a guy do that.  I mean... it is
dirty isn't it?"

      "How can it be dirty when you are so beautiful Susan?
Guys are such idiots.  You are so beautiful and you deserve
to be with a man that will please you.  God, it is a good
thing your fucking piece-of-shit husband isn't here right
now or I would fucking kick his balls for making you think
this was dirty.  I would love to show you how desirable you
are Susan.  I ain't into having some trophy wife with a
pretty face and a drop-dead gorgeous body to put on my arm.
I want a real woman to have real fun with.  If you were my
woman I would pleasure you every night.  Let me show you
what you are missing... please."

	"okay."

	Susan started to lean back on the couch.

      "Why don't we take this up to the bedroom?  Believe
me, when you start approaching blastoff, you are going to be
bucking and twisting under my tongue.  You really should be
comfortable in a bed to appreciate everything Susan."

	"We can't have sex.  It isn't safe for me."

      "Of course not.  You are married Susan.  You didn't
think it was too much sex giving me the pleasure of your
mouth, let me pleasure you the same.  We won't go further
than you want to.  I promise to be a perfect gentleman."

      The camera skips and Susan Knight is in her own
bedroom with Jamal.  Both beautiful people are totally
naked.

      "Lie down there on your bed and I will pleasure you
like your husband never has."

      Susan obeys Jamal's instructions.  She reaches out to
push her husband's pillow from the bed.  Maybe she does have
her hesitations but they don't prevent her from tentatively
spreading her legs as the black man hovers in from above
her.

      "ohhh... oh my... ughhh... oh my god... THIS IS SO
FUCKING AMAZING... UGHHH!!!"

      Jamal pulls his face up after his first few minuets of
pleasuring the white wife.

      "Have you ever felt such pleasure here in your marital
bed before?"

      "Oh... oh god, don't stop.  Please, Jamal... I think I
was going to orgasm.  I've never done that.  Please make me
orgasm."

      "Susan, you are so deserving and beautiful.  Michael
has never satisfied you before has he?  He was never a real
man for you."

      "Please Jamal, I never knew anything could feel like
this.  Don't make me say anything about Michael.  I don't
even want to think about him.  He never made me feel like
this.  Oh my god, Jamal, I love this so much.  Please...
make me cum."

      Maybe the black man knew he wasn't going to get the
put down of Michael that he wanted from the once-faithful
white wife yet, or maybe he was actually wanting to make the
gorgeous woman cum her brains out all over his face...
either way, he was quick to go back between Susan's legs.

      On the screen, the viewer's visual treat was to see
the white woman respond to the black stud's manipulations.
As he pleasure the lucky slut, she begins to squirm again.
Her squirms become more animated into thrusts and wiggles as
she fights the intense pleasures that curl her toes and send
shivers up and down her back.  She seems torn between a
desire to pull away from the unfamiliar sensations that
build in anticipated climax deep within her, and a desire to
just take this nigger's head and pull that long sexy tongue
of his as deep as she can into her wet, eager pussy.

      In the end, she screams with near-deafening intensity
as she cums and cums for Jamal's skillful efforts.  Susan
squeezes her head so hard around the black man's head that
he can't pull away even if he wants to as the white woman
has her first ever 'real' orgasm. Jamal's own face is wet
from Susan as she finally falls exhausted back into bed and
lets him loose.

      "That... was so.... amazing..." Susan gasps between
her heaves to recapture her breath.

      "It is good the first time, but the second is even
better."

      Susan can't even believe it as the black stud goes
back down for seconds... and then thirds.

      By the time, Jamal has licked the white girl to her
ultimate bliss, the telltale lightning crash and rolling
thunder in the background through the window reveal a new
element to the situation.

      Susan is just subsiding from her own final set of
shockwaves triggered from orgasm number four of the evening
when she seemingly notices for the first time that while she
had been in the thralls of passion within her own bed, the
skies outside had opened up.

      "Oh my goodness.  Jamal, your car outside is probably
being ruined in the rain."

      "Don't worry Susan.  I can afford to clean it up in
the morning.  Believe me, to bring you such pleasure is more
than worth whatever is happening to the car out there in the
rain... you did enjoy what we have done here tonight,
haven't you?"

      "OH GOD YES.  I had no idea.  I should maybe suck you
again."

      "I would much rather put it into your pussy.  It felt
so tight and wonderful when I pushed my tongue in, I can
just imagine the bliss I would know, and you as well... if
only it was possible."

      "Oh Jamal... if only... I am just... I mean, if it
wasn't so dangerous for me, than maybe.  I feel so awful
that I have to say no.  I actually want to say yes, but it
would just be so wicked."

      "Of course, I understand.  I do have a favor to ask
you though.  With my car full of water out there, perhaps
you could agree to let me spend the night here.   I could
sleep on your couch and be gone long before your husband
ever became the wiser."

      "Okay... sure, that should be okay... Actually, storms
always make me a little nervous.  It would be nice to have a
man in the house when my husband can't be here to protect me
himself."

      The camera skips and Jamal is no longer with Susan.
She walks out from the attached washroom and seems as though
she is going to get ready for bed.  We are able to view her
as she pulls open a drawl on her dresser and reaches in to
select a rather conservative looking night shirt and a pair
of cotton pajama bottoms.  She actually steps into the pants
in front of the mirror but than pauses as if to think that
maybe she shouldn't be getting so dressed for bed when the
truth is that her heart's desire would be to have the outfit
just get in the way of what she really wanted.  Susan
reaches under the rest of the clothes in her dresser drawl
and pulls out a large black-plastic prick.  Obviously, her
dark desires are not something brand new this particular
evening.

      Susan doesn't put on her nightshirt as she slowly
caresses the fake cock between her tits.  She lashes out her
tongue and licks the tip.  She is wordless as she moves over
to her bedroom door and unlocks it.  A small smile is on her
face as she almost turns the knob.  The young wife resists
whatever temptations are in her head though as she goes back
to her bed.  A crash of thunder outside registers on the
hidden microphones inside her bedroom.  Susan shudders
slightly but it is difficult to assess if her jump is from
the storm or the idea that a dangerous black man is in her
home as she prepares to go to bed.

      Susan reaches down to push at her pajama bottoms and
gets them down low enough to allow her to use her plastic
friend.  Her lips part slightly as her pussy yields to the
penetrating force of the fake black cock.  The sensitive
microphones near her bed pick up her soft whisper as she
moans out, 'yes Jamal, fuck me with that wonderful big cock
of yours.'

      Her hand moves with purpose.  She wonders if she will
ever again be satisfied with the little orgasms this rubber
cock has given her in the past now that she knows what the
real thing is like.  It is almost a certainty in her mind
that she will never again have any desires for Michael in
this way.

      Susan seems committed to her efforts and lost in
thought so that the knock at the door comes as a greater
surprise than it probably should considering the situation.
She doesn't even have time to take the black fake prick away
from her pussy before Jamal has the door open and is
standing there.  The dark hunk has put his briefs back on
but the tight, thin cloth does nothing to mask that the
nigger is still big, and hard.

      "I'm sorry to bother you Susan, but that couch is just
so small and uninviting, while your bed up here is so big...
I just had to try one more time to see if it was inviting at
all.  Believe me, if you like that friend in bed there with
you, I can promise that the real deal is so much more
satisfactory."

	"okay."

      Jamal smiles as he steps into the white woman's
bedroom.  The triumphant black stud reaches down to pull off
his shorts to unleash his potent weapon that he will destroy
this willingly conquered wife's formerly committed marriage
with.

      The cocky stud is about to advance for his victory
fuck when Susan suddenly springs out of bed and begins to
move herself over to her husband's dresser drawl.

      The concealed microphones in the room record Jamal's
voice as he asks,  "what are you doing woman?"

      "You know that I'm not on the pill, you'll have to
wear a condom."

      "Damn, Susan, don't worry about it... I'll be
careful."

      "No, you don't understand Jamal... I'm at a very
unsafe time right now.  I shouldn't even be risking any of
this with a condom... I mean Michael would just absolutely
kill me if I ever did get black pregnant."

      "The idea of the risk does kind of excites you
though."

      "Fuck, yeah... but it is impossible so don't get any
crazy ideas.  You have to wear this hood or it can't be a go
for us... it just couldn't be."

      "Okay, okay Susan... fuck... you sort of have me
literally by the balls here.  You knows I needs to get your
fine white pussy so if you have to than give me the damn
rubber."

      Watching the screen from the floor of the TEST OF
TRUTH studio stage, Michael wanted to scream... he wanted to
scream in relief... the nightmare was finally over and his
wife had actually did the right thing.  Michael had
practically no idea how much money was still left for the
prize but he could still use it to make all this seem
better.  Even though he did sort of hate his wife at the
moment, he also still felt the twinge in his heart as she
insisted on a rubber.. despite it all, Michael still loved
Susan.

      The footage suddenly freeze-frames as Jamal was
getting the raincoat rolled down the long length of his
black shaft by Susan's skillful fingers in preparation with
what is obviously about to occur.  It seems like a victory
for Susan, but appearances are not always as they look, and
this monetary surprise in the action gives JJ another chance
to taunt poor Michael.

      "Hmm... it would seem that maybe things finally have
turned for you honky.  I actually believe that wifey just
refused to take it bareback... at least the first time she
was asked but lets see if she can resist a second query of
the request."

      Michael wanted to scream 'NOOOO!'  This had to be
over... but it wasn't.  On the screen Michael had to watch
with every other viewer of the show as the action resumed
with Susan now straddling Jamal and about to lower herself
on his condom covered cock to accept it into her fertile
pussy for the first time.

      Susan purred very content as her pussy got stuffed.
Michael gagged in sickness into his panty gag.

      On the screen, Susan rode the nigger's big cock with
unabandoned lust.  She couldn't have been any more animated
in her tremendous joy of riding the stud's superior black
cock had she actually known she had an entire national
audience watching her make the penultimate sacrilege against
the sanctimony of her marital promises.  It was a
tremendously captivating image as it lasted for nearly six
long minuets of sweaty cock riding, before Jamal finally
reached up and pushed the married white woman off his cock.
It was time to show this bitch the difference between
whatever she was used to with her limp dicked hubby, and
what a girl could enjoy from a huge-hung nigger dick.

      Jamal plunged in deep and hard.  Susan curled her toes
as the twelve thick inches of black dick sunk ball deep into
her cunt.  Susan had never felt so goddamn full.  She loved
it.  She needed it.  Susan actually realized then and there
that what they all said about once a girl going black, how
she never went back... it was all so damn true.  Susan
wasn't thinking about her husband Michael at all as she took
the wondrous pound fucking from Jamal... she just knew she
was going to orgasm even though she had never orgasmed with
any man ever before.  Susan did want to cum all over this
nigger's black cock... she could feel it building... it was
just going to happen... but suddenly Jamal pulled out.

	"W-wait.. w-what are you doing?"

      "Damn, I'm sorry, but I can't feel anything through
this damn rubber."

	"B-but... you know that I could get pregnant."

      "I'll be careful.  Listen, I tried it your way but it
just isn't happening."

      Jamal reached down and shucked off the rubber to make
his point.  The look in Susan's eyes was completely evident
of her thought process... she was thinking about it and the
need for black cock was winning out.

	"You p-promise to be c-careful?"

      "There won't be any accident when I cum."  The funny
thing is that while Jamal's words could be interpreted to
indicate he would be sure to pull out, in reality it was
also clear that he intended to seed the married white bride
totally on purpose.

      Michael lost all but the last hundred thousand dollars
as the uncovered, potent, nigger cock slipped back into his
wife's totally unprotected and now completely, helpless,
fertile, white pussy.  Susan wrapped her legs around the
nigger's ass to pull him even deeper into her.

      There was no money at risk, but it was hot to watch
the wife play this out and see if she could fall any
further... not that taking a potent nigger cock into her
unprotected, white pussy wasn't a tremendously low level to
fall to anyhow, but maybe she would actually beg for the
breeding.

	Jamal wanted her to beg for it.

      Susan was nearing her orgasm again... having a
dangerous nigger cock in her at this time of month was even
wilder than anything she ever could have imagined.  The
slightest screw up [to pardon a pun] would be so potentially
ruinous to her.  Susan wanted a child desperately and her
moral beliefs made abortion impossible... it was all so
freaky to imagine an accident happening and the thought put
Susan into the first of her mind blowing orgasms.

	"Tell me you want my baby."

	Susan couldn't believe she had heard what Jamal said.

      "You do want it.  Admit it... say it for me baby and
we can cum together.  Take the chance... you know you want
to.  You can always tell him it was rape if you don't
escape."

      Susan knew exactly what this nigger was saying,  The
bastard actually wanted to sperm her.  He knew she was
fertile and wanted to breed her... to knock her up with his
black bastard.  It was so evil, and yet it was so amazingly
fun... Susan wanted to say yes.

	"Don't... d-dont... don't pull out.  I do want it."

      The words were so soft spoken that the microphone
barely picked them up, but Michael heard as he watched the
monitor.  At the scene, Jamal heard it too and wanted to
hear more.

      "Tell me what you want.  Tell me that you want my
special present to you to stick to your fool husband for
giving you to me this night."

      It was Michael's fault.  If he hadn't broken down than
Susan never would be here with this nigger... maybe it would
have even been Michael to have finally decided to go into
Susan bareback and father the child she so desperately
wanted.  Susan couldn't quite accept the fact that she
actually did want to procreate with this nigger, but it was
so wickedly delicious to say the words.

      "Breed me... I do want it.  Knock me up, you dirty
nigger... don't pull out, cum in me... I want your cum...
seed me with your dark seed.  Give me a half-breed bastard
to stick my husband's family name on.  Ruin me with you
nigger baby in my white belly."

      Susan lost herself in the obscenities and her second
mind-blowing orgasm.  She seemed to remember some study some
sore of sex researcher did how women were more likely to
become pregnant when she orgasmed.  She had also heard that
cumming had nothing to do with getting pregnant, but it was
just so absolutely perfect that she was cumming her own
brains out when she felt the nigger's cock begin to throb
and heard him start to groan.  Jamal was about to blast his
powerful baby-making seed directly into her fertile pussy,
and Susan didn't want to do anything but wrap her legs
tighter around the nigger's muscular black ass to make sure
that every drop of his dangerous seed with all of it's
hundreds of thousands of swimmers got in to have the best
chance possible of a successful fertilization of however
many defenseless eggs she had waiting to sacrifice to her
slurry, wicked whim to suddenly get herself blackpregnant.

      When both lovers had finished their orgasms, Jamal
rolled off the conquered housewife.  She had fallen
completely to the nigger and he was glad.  While he couldn't
be sure that she had been impregnated, seeing the excessive
sperm leak from her well- fucked and newly-stretched pussy
gave him every hope.  The nigger was about to suggest to
Susan to raise her hips to make sure that gravity would work
with her instead of against her before his potent sperm
could penetrate and complete the mission, but before he
could speak, Susan pulled the pillow from behind her head
and put it under her ass on her own accord.  The camera
wouldn't show it but Susan spent the rest of the night with
her hips in the air.

	The taped footage was finally over.

      Michael cried tears of white hot shame and rage down
his cheeks.  What good was the three hundred thousand
dollars [or however much it was still left] after having
watched his wife just totally betray him to make a baby with
some filthy nigger.  Even if by some miracle, she wasn't
seeded, Susan would forever be tainted and dirty in
Michael's eyes now... he still loved her despite it all but
he would never be able to trust her again.  Michael would
have preferred that someone had killed him rather than take
his wife, and yet it had been him who had foolishly
volunteered to be on the show.

      If there was a lesson to be learned, then maybe it was
to be careful before going on any of these get rich quick
shows that seem too easy... there might always be a catch.

      Or maybe there was no moral to be learned at all from
this... 

      A better ending may have been to bring Susan out and
test her for confirmation of the pregnancy to take away
Michael's last couple hundred thousand dollars, but you
already knew that she was pregnant.  Perhaps the viewer of
this work may have been interested in the follow up as to
how Susan forced Michael to stay with her and totally
cuckolded him to her and her many new lovers in all sorts of
demeaning and humiliating new adventures... but that is al
material for a sequel or some entirely separate production.
For now TEST OF TRUST is over and while Michael is a loser
as always, Susan is very much a winner again.

Anyone with anything to say about this or any other story of
mkarl's or the Willingwhiteslave can send their thoughts to
Michael at mkarl2000@hotmail.com or Susan at
Willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com

thanks for taking the time to read this and we hope the
payoff was worth while for the investment you put  into
it... We would have loved to make the sex scenes even
hotter, but trying to write them as a game show was
difficult... our next couple stories of slut wives should be
hotter.  Hopefully we will have another one released within
the next week or so.

Until then, this is all for now.

Friday, July 7/2000


