

Honeymoon Wedding Gift - Chapter 2


It had been three weeks since our wedding and the unwanted
"honeymoon wedding gift" from my ex-wife ...after enjoying the
initial glow of being newly weds (and secretly enduring the
knowledge of my wife's black rape), I was back at work and our
lives were starting to settle into a regular pattern.  It was
about 10:00 in the morning when I received a desperate call from
Karen... she explained, she had just finished breakfast when she
got this strange feeling of nausea and weakness.  I thought she
might be having a bout of morning sickness - which would mean
that she was pregnant...  I told her to sit down and I'd come
right home.

I rushed home as fast as I could... when I came through the front
door I saw Karen lying on the sofa, dressed in her satin robe and
the very short, very shear teddy she had slept in last night.
Sitting smugly on the other side of the room was my ex-wife Mary
and boyfriend John ... both with their cameras again.  Before I
could say anything, Mary informed me that she had slipped into
the house after I left for work and drugged the orange juice, "It
was simple.. you never drank orange juice and Karen had her OJ
every morning during your honeymoon, darling."  I was shocked and
angry ...starting to scream at Mary when the doorbell rang.  Mary
ordered me to answer the door... which I did rather than risking
some unpredictable response from my ex-wife.  You can imagine my
surprise when I saw it was Kenny - I asked him to come in to help
me.

Once inside, I asked Mary what Kenny was doing here... Without
hesitation, she responded, "I called him.  Here's here to screw
your new bride".

"What?! ...and why would he do that?", I challenged.

"Because you're going to ask him... no you're going to BEG him to
fuck Karen while you watch!" she said in a very mocking tone.

"And why the fuck would I do that?" I retorted.

"Because if you don't, we'll wait around until Karen gets her
senses back and then we'll all watch her honeymoon video... don't
you think she'd enjoy seeing her real deflowering ceremony!"

She had me... what could I do?   I couldn't bear the thought of
Karen seeing her virgin body being screwed by three black cocks.
"OK - You've got me, you sick Bitch.  ...so let's get this over
with", I responded broken but still angry.

"That last remark is going to cost you later....  Now, once we
start filming, I want you to ask Kenny to screw Karen - remind
him it's just like you set him up to do me two years ago.  Kenny
- you refuse at first.  Make him beg before you agree.  Then... "

As John shot the video, Kenny and I played out the scene just as
Mary had choreographed it including making me beg and then
forcing me to agree to strip and sit naked in a chair watching as
Kenny proceeded to fondle and then fuck my beautiful drugged
wife.  Unfortunately, Kenny is a pretty good stud and gave Karen
a really good long screwing... despite her dazed state, you could
tell Karen was thoroughly enjoying it.  After what seemed like
endless torment for me, Kenny finally came pumping his hot cum
inside my wife's swollen pussy.

As Karen lay there with her legs splayed and cum beginning to
ooze from her puffy red cunt lips, Mary got her revenge for me
having called her a `sick Bitch'.   With the cameras stopped for
a moment she told me exactly what I had to do... As they again
began filming, I had to crawl over to Karen, thank Kenny for
filling my wife's love challis with his cream and then drink my
`cup of poison' as I had to suck and lick Karen's sloppy pussy
until it was thoroughly clean .... John ended the video with a
close-up of her swollen but clean pussy and the glistening sheen
on my face.

"I'll send you a copy," promised Mary as she and John walked out
the door.  Looking up at Kenny I said, "it was bad enough - you
didn't have to enjoy it so much."  Looking down at me and trying
to hold back a sadistic chuckle, Kenny said, "well, I guess it
took her a few years but she got her revenge.  You know what they
say my friend... `Turnabout is fair play'!"  With that Kenny
pulled on his pants and left me kneeling next to my naked wife.
What could I do ...forced to watch my best friend fuck my wife
and then have to clean up afterwards?  I climbed up between her
legs and proceeded to screw her... I guess for a humiliated
cuckold, sloppy seconds are better than none at all.

To be continued...


