Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 83

The drawers of the bedside stand revealed an assortment of sex toys, creams and ointments and three cartons of rubbers. Ericka's dresser yielded dozens of pieces of extremely skimpy lingerie that she hadn't had before I left. In the closet I found several pair of high heeled boots and high heeled shoes, none of which Ericka had when I was still at home. In the kitchen I found a Daily Planner on the kitchen table and I opened it and read some of the entries:

Jules - 7:30 at the Marriott Smitty - Best Western/7PM (confirm with Gail)] Steve/House call - All nighter? Check with Gail

There were no entries for that day. While I was thumbing through the planner the phone rang and on the second ring the answering machine picked up the call:

"Ericka honey, it's Gail. I have a bachelor party for you on Friday at seven. Fifteen in attendance and it pays twenty-five hundred. Nothing special needed, just high heels, nylons and a smile. Oh, one other thing --they are all black, but that hasn't bothered you in the past. Call me for details."

That blew my mind.

After what I had seen at Blackie's and after hearing what Phil (the bartender) had to say I knew that my wife had become a whore, but fifteen guys at a bachelor party? It was just too totally unbelievable to me that my sweet, young innocent wife could have changed that much in the eight months that I had been gone. That she had there was no doubt, but I still had a hard time believing it. I saw that Ericka had set up a small makeshift bar in a corner of the living room and I went over to it, built myself a drink and then settled in to wait for her to come home.

I was sitting on the couch and looking out the front window when Ericka pulled into the parking lot. She was just getting out of her Accord when another car pulled in right behind her and a tall black man got out. Ericka stood there and waited for him and then together they walked toward the apartment. I could have just sat there and yelled "Surprise, surprise" when Ericka walked in the front door, but then we would have had to go through a bunch of bullshit as she tried to explain the man with her. I could just picture it:

"Oh my God baby, you're home" and she would rush into my arms. The man would be standing there and Ericka would be all flustered and say something like, "This is Bill sweetie and he's here to fix the garbage disposal" and hope that I wouldn't pick up on the fact that the guy was wearing a suit and tie and had no tool box. No, I decided that the way to go would be to catch her in the act. I picked up my drink and headed for the bedroom. I made sure that the closet would accommodate me and then I stood just inside the bedroom door where I could hear, but not be seen. I heard them come in the front door and I heard Ericka say, "If you want a drink you know where the stuff is."

The man laughed and said, "Alcohol deadens the senses sweetheart. I want to get full enjoyment for my money."

"Speaking of which, what do you want this time?"

"I want the full boat this time baby, oral, anal and all night."

"All night? How are you going to explain that to your wife?"

"Don't have to, she's out of town for three days. If the price is right I just may spend all three days here."

"Sorry sugar, but I have other commitments, unless you would like a lot of sloppy seconds."

"It's an idea. I'm not entirely opposed, but we can talk about it later. What about now?"

"The full treatment and all night will cost you a grand."

"Oh come on sweetmeat, cut me a break. I do a lot of business with you and I should get some kind of discount."

"Sorry lover, I do this to pay the bills, not because I love doing it. Besides, I know you. For anyone else an all nighter would mean a blow job, a fuck followed by one more blow job and a last fuck and then we would go to sleep until the morning. One more fuck when we wake up and he would be gone. With you there won't be any sleeping involved, just non-stop sex and if I'm going to do it I'm going to get paid for it."

"Okay, a grand it is, but for that much money I want to be a little kinky."

"Kinky how?"

"Nothing really weird, I just want to have you in every room. I want to fuck you on your living room floor, the living room couch, the kitchen table, standing up in the shower, sitting on the pot with you bouncing up and down on me; stuff like that."

Ericka laughed, "Kitchen table huh? Well then come and get it sweetie."

I heard some chairs being moved and a minute or so later I heard a low moan and then I heard Ericka say, "You know what I like about you Rick?"

He laughed and said, "My money?"

"That too baby, but what I really like is that you are big; God but you are big and you totally fill me up."

The moans got louder and I chanced taking a peek around the door frame. Ericka was on her back on the kitchen table, legs spread wide and up on the man's shoulders. One of her high heels was dangling from her foot and it swayed back and forth as the man shoved his cock into her. The man had taken of his suit coat, trousers and underpants, but he still had on his shirt, tie, shoes and socks and I was suddenly struck by how erotic his black skin was against Ericka's white skin. I ducked back behind the door frame and stood there and listened as the man grunted and Ericka moaned. Several minutes went by and all I heard was the slap, slap of flesh smacking into flesh, Ericka's moans and an occasional grunt from the man. Then the man said, "Get ready baby, get ready, here it comes" and Ericka cried out, "Not in me, not in me, pullout, you don't have a condom on."

"Not this time baby; this time I'm going to bathe your tonsils."

"You cum in me Rick and it will be the last time that you ever fuck me. Now pull out damn you, pull out now!"

"I'll give you an extra five to let me cum in you."

"God damn you Rick pull out, pull out now."

"Shit!" he said and I took another quick peek around the doorframe. I watched him pull out of Ericka and stroke himself and then he shot cum all over Ericka's belly. I admit to being a little envious when I saw the size of the cock he was stroking, but I was more interested in what Ericka was doing. She was rubbing a couple of fingers in the cum on her belly and then she took them up to her mouth and sucked them clean.

"You are not only big Rick, but you taste so fucking good. If you want to cum in my body my mouth is always available."

"Yeah, you say that now, but what happens when your husband comes home?"

"Once he comes home and things get back on an even keel financially I won't have to fuck for money and all my fucking will be for pleasure. I'll find a way to see that you are able to push that gorgeous cock into me."

Rick helped her up and she told him to go into the bedroom and get ready for her while she went into the bathroom and cleaned herself off. That was my cue to get into the closet.

We almost had a chance, albeit a small one, for our marriage to survive. I knew why she had done what she did, and while it had pissed me off and made me very angry, I still understood the need to survive. Others had managed to survive without doing what Ericka had, but everyone's circumstances are different. I knew the why, but I had no way of knowing the how or when that it started, but as long as there wasn't any emotional involvement between Ericka and her customers, and as long as she would have given it up as soon as I got home we might have made a go of it. But I'd just heard her tell Rick that she was going to be available to him even after I got home and that killed any chance we might have had.

Rick came into the room and took off the rest of his clothes and then he sat down on the edge of the bed and once again I got envious of what I saw. It wasn't a whole lot longer than mine, but girthwise the thing was huge. I'm not exaggerating when I say that it was about as big around as a beer can. Minute's later Ericka walked into the room. She had taken all of her clothes off, but she was still wearing her heels. She walked up to Rick and then went to her knees as she reached for his cock and smiled up at him.

"Now let's see what we can do for him."

She put both hands around his cock and lifted it to her lips and licked the head, which was still wet from his discharge, and then she licked his cock and balls clean before opening her mouth and taking him in. My cock got rock hard as I watched that pretty white face take in that huge chocolate log. In minutes Ericka had him hard again and she reached inside the bedside stand for a condom. There was something very erotic in watching her small white hands roll a rubber on that big, black dick. Once it was on she pushed him onto his back and then she moved over him. She held the lips of her pussy open with the fingers of her left hand as she guided him into her with her right. She moaned as she sank down on him.

"Good, Oh God do you feel gooood in me. If I was some rich bitch and not a poor housewife I'd pay you for this. Come on baby, fuck me, fuck your white whore."

It took Rick ten minutes to let loose his second load of the afternoon and then Ericka rolled his rubber off, tied it and dropped it on the floor. Her hand ran down his flat stomach to his limp dick and she started stroking it.

"Why won't you let me cum in you? Don't you know what a turn on it is for a black man to shoot his seed into a white woman? You say that you are just in this for the money so how can you turn down the extra I'm willing to pay to fuck you without a raincoat on?"

"Because the last thing that my husband needs is to come home to a pregnant wife."

"Not a very open minded guy huh?"

"Not in the least."

"You could always get an abortion."

"No way lover. Women who have abortions can end up not being able to have babies ever again. I want to give my husband babies, lots of babies, I just don't want to give him any black ones."

There it was - the moment of truth! I had really wanted to see Rick push his beer can sized cock up Ericka's ass - he did pay for the full boat - but I couldn't pass up the exit line that Ericka had just offered up on a plate. I pushed open the closet door hard so it would bang into the wall and both sets of eyes turned toward me..

"Actually Ericka, you can fill the apartment full of black babies and it won't bother me at all because I won't be living here anymore."

A look of stunned disbelief and horror was on her face as I said, "Goodbye Ericka" and walked out the door.