Chapter 1

 

I'm Charles King and my wife is named Annie. We've been married for ten years and at thirty years of age, Ann is actually prettier than she was at twenty and she was drop-dead gorgeous then. Early maturity looks good on her and she has a killer body. A body she works hard to keep fit. Annie isn't tall, being only five feet four but in that span she packs a lot of curves.

For this story to make any sense I need to give some background.

I knew her back in high school and we dated a few times but nothing serious. I was two years ahead of her and when she came to the same university as me, we reconnected. Annie and I discovered we had a lot in common besides coming from the same town. We dated on and off for a year and then we got serious about it and we married two weeks after I graduated.

Not that the courtship was smooth because it wasn't. It had a rocky beginning because Annie was a popular lady. Annie liked to have a good time but I don't mean to imply she was easy. She wasn't easy, but she could be made. I discovered that back in high school when Annie was dating, semi-regularly, a friend of mine. She and Alan Wilkes were what most people assumed were a couple.

Since very few high school boys can keep from bragging I was informed soon after the event how Alan had scored with Annie.

"She ain't a cherry, but she's almost one," Alan confided in me. "She's sure got a tight pussy."

Alan seemed to think I needed to know every detail of their dates. He told me when she gave him the hand job, the first blow-job, and of course when he finally got into her pants.

When Alan and Annie broke up, I was the first boy to beat a path to her door. That's how I discovered she wasn't easy. I took her out four times before I even got to touch her breast. Two more times before I got to see a tit and get her nipple in my mouth. After that it was fairly easy to go all the way. Annie has always had super sensitive nipples so if you were lucky to get that far the rest came easy.

I suppose I would have continued to date her but I had to leave home for college. I hated to leave her, but it was expected that I would go to school and then enter the trade; the trade being my father's business. Dad was an importer/exporter and a very successful one, I might add.

My father hadn't gone to college and he wanted me to study business and make the company even better. That was what I was doing when Annie came to the school. Frankly, Annie was a distraction, but a very welcome distraction. My grade point average slipped a few points after Annie arrived. Well, after she arrived and I finally got a date with her.

I ran into her at an off campus party. I had gone stag and after several beers, I was looking for a bathroom. I opened a door and there she was. I didn't recognize her immediately because she was on her knees with her head down in a pillow. A black football player by the name of Franklin Tyson was fucking her from behind. They called him Crosstie Tyson. I didn't recognize Annie until Crosstie used her hair to pull her head off the pillow and there she was. My little high school sweetheart, more or less, being fucked like a bitch dog by a large black dude.

Annie was really into what he was giving her. She had her eyes closed and was moaning loudly as Crosstie Tyson poured the meat into her. I watched them fuck for a long time until I realized Crosstie was staring at me. I backed out of the room and closed the door. Annie didn't even know I was there.

Someone told me Annie was going to my college but I hadn't seen her until that night. If the truth be known I didn't look for her much. I had as much social life as my scholastic workload would permit. After that night I saw her with Crosstie I couldn't get her or the scene out of my mind so I made it a point to look her up.

I found her at the pizza pub one afternoon after classes. Actually, I stalked her and found her at the pub. She and a couple of other girls were in a back booth. One of her group apparently had a good fake ID and they had a pitcher of beer. Not that the pub was strict about ID.

"Hey Annie," I said pretending to just notice her. "How are you getting along?"

"Chucky!" Annie said smiling up at me. Annie was the only person I allowed to call me Chucky. "I wondered when we would finally meet. Have a seat and a beer."

I scooted in beside her and one of her chums got me a glass. Since the beer was dangerously low, I ordered another pitcher for us.

"How is college life?" I asked Annie.

"I love it," she said. "It's a lot friendlier than I thought college would be. Everybody has been so nice." That came as no surprise to me. Annie was one of those girls with a perky personality and looks that guaranteed instant popularity.

"Maybe we can get together sometime," I said to her after we had made a large dent in the pitcher.

"Like a date?' Annie asked with her pixyish grin. "You want to date little ol' me?" I assured her I would love to date little ol' her. "Sure," she said writing her number down on my hand. "Call me."

I did call her. I called her five times before I found a night she wasn't busy. We made a movie and dinner date for a Friday night two fucking weeks away!

"So," Annie said after the movie and we were seated in a restaurant. "What took you so long to find me? You did know I was here, didn't you?"

"No, not really," I answered. "My usual informant for hometown happenings apparently was asleep at the switch. He didn't inform me you were coming here to school."

"And who would your informant be?" she asked with a smile. "Alan Wilkes?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, but why did you pick Alan?"

"I remembered you and Alan, the creep, were thick back when," Annie said. "I know Alan is a big gossip so I put two and two together. There's no way you just happened to be at the Pizza Pub that afternoon."

"No, I asked your roommate about you and she told me you were there." I was being honest because I assumed the roommate would tell her I asked.

"So if big-mouth Alan didn't tell you, how did you know I was on campus?"

"I saw you a few nights before that at an off campus party," I said. "You were with Crosstie."

"Who the hell is Crosstie?" she demanded.

"Crosstie Tyson," I repeated.

"I still don't know who Crosstie...Oh, Frank Tyson," she said. "What do you mean you saw me with him? I didn't go with him to the party."

"I accidently walked in on you and Crosstie," I said. I wasn't sure the honesty approach was going to work but I figured I might as well be up-front with her. Her eyes widened as she realized what I meant by walked in on them.

"Yeah," she said slowly, her meal forgotten. "That was a mistake...an accident...or something. I had too much to drink and maybe too much blow. Frank got me into the room, got me undressed, and before I knew it we were bumping uglies."

"It looked like you were enjoying it," I ventured.

"Oh, I'm sure I was," she said. "He didn't violate me, if that's what you were thinking. In fact he was good."

"So, what was the mistake?"

"After that night I was assumed to be a girl any of the black guys could make," she said. "Frank apparently told all his team mates that I was easy. I dated some of them before I found out that the white boys were strongly advised to stay away from me. I was property of the black players. Bastards," she added. "I've fucked up my reputation for good."

"Not with me," I said. "You are still the same ol' Annie to me. How about some dessert?"

"So how come you wanted to go out with me after seeing me with Frank?" she asked. "I'm surprised you would want anything to do with me after that." That kind of hurt because I hadn't ever said anything to her that would indicate I was a racist or a tight-ass prude. Hell it wasn't as if I didn't know she had fucked around.

"I was a little surprised," I admitted. "I mean surprised to see you with a black guy. I didn't know you ever dated blacks."

"As you know there weren't many black boys at our high school, but the year after you left they combined two schools to save money. Suddenly we had a lot of black boys attending our school. That worked out fine for the football team. We took the state championship every year since. I dated a few of the new boys. Does that bother you, Chuck?"

"Not in the way you mean," I said with a grin.

"You didn't answer me. Why did you want to go out with me after seeing what you saw?"

"I remembered how much I loved dating you and frankly I wanted some of what Crosstie was getting." I still wasn't sure just how well the honesty bit was working, but I decided to stick with it.

"You did, huh?" she said giving me a long serious look. For a moment I was afraid I overplayed the honesty thing until she suddenly laughed. "We did have fun in high school, didn't we? Okay, pal, since you sprung for a first-run movie and a meal, I guess you will get lucky tonight. Do you have a place we can go?"

I told her I had my own apartment and we could go anytime she was ready. She was ready and we left. The apartment was because I convinced my dad that I couldn't study very well in a dorm room and he sprung for the apartment. I silently thanked him all the way from the restaurant to the apartment.

I had sex with several girls and a few women since being at college, but Annie was the best I had ever had. I liked fucking her when we were in high school, but Annie had picked up a lot of new moves since then. She damned near killed me that night. She fucked me until I saw stars. She let me rest and take a nap before she woke me to start all over again. Neither of us had classes on Saturday and that was a good thing because we didn't get out of bed for more than a few minutes all that weekend. Then Monday came and Annie was gone.

I called her several times and got a machine. Me and her fucking answering machine were getting mighty friendly when finally I made contact with her. She told me she had been busy with midterms and hadn't been able to get back to me. I didn't buy that crap, but I pretended to. I knew for a fact she was dating and I knew she was dating some of the black football players.

I didn't give up, but I did give her more space. I dated other girls from time to time. All that year Annie and I managed to go out a total of three times. I was about to decide that I was wasting my time on Annie when she called me.

I was studying for finals and I was still up but it was late. When my phone rang I almost let my machine answer but I finally got it. I was surprised when I identified the voice as Annie. It was hard because she was crying. She asked me if I would come get her. I asked her where she was and she told me. I told her I was on my way and she asked me to bring her a coat. I understood why she wanted a coat when I got to the place she said she was.

I drove to the vacant parking lot behind the stadium. I went to the far end as instructed and turned off my lights. I waited only a few minutes when Annie came out of the bushes. From the glow of the street lights, I saw she was bare-ass naked.

"Don't ask," were her first sobbing words after she got in the car. "Just don't fucking ask, Chuck!"

I didn't ask her where she wanted me to take her. I took her to my place. Once inside under the lights and after I took the coat from her I saw that she was a mess. Her tits were bruised and marked. Her lips were puffy and there was a trickle of blood on them. I heated up my shower and put her under the hot water. I stripped and got in with her to hold her up because her legs didn't seem to want to hold her. Once in the shower I gently washed her, being careful not to hurt her any worse. Poor Annie was a mess.

She allowed me access to her pussy and when she opened her legs, I saw a well-fucked pussy. There was a lot of cum in her swollen cunt and in her battered ass. I washed as much out as I could. After a long hot shower I put her in my bed and she was asleep almost before her head was on the pillow.

The next morning I left her sleeping and went to class. I checked on her several times that morning between my classes and each time she was still sleeping. It didn't appear to be a peaceful rest for her. She tossed and turned and moaned a lot.

I blew-off my afternoon classes and went by a fast food place to pick up some lunch for her. She seemed confused for a few minutes after I woke her, but whatever happened hadn't diminished her appetite. She inhaled the food I took her.

She was wearing an old bathrobe of mine and when there was nothing left to eat she said she wanted to soak in my tub and of course I let her. While she soaked, she dispatched me to her dorm to get clothes for her. Her roommate helped me pick out suitable attire for Annie and the roommate had a lot of questions I had no answers for but I got the answers later that afternoon.

"I was gang-banged, Chuck," Annie said. "I was gang fucked by at least six black football players. I guess it was mostly my fault," she added.

"How so?" I asked.

"Frank asked me a couple weeks ago how I would feel about a two guy threesome and I told him I would have to give that idea a lot of thought. Later he mentioned it again and told me he wanted to do me with his roommate, Tim Morrison. I have dated Tim a few times and he was a nice guy, or so I thought. I told Frank I hadn't made up my mind about a threesome. Actually, I liked the idea of two guys at my beck and call. Doing everything I wanted them to do for me. I finally agreed to the threesome."

"There is a lot of difference in a threesome and a gang-bang," I said.

"Tell me about it," she said ruefully. "Tim, Frank, and I had the threesome about a week ago. We did it in the field house in their room. I won't lie about it. I liked the threesome a lot. Tim and Frank kept me going for over two hours of non-stop sex and I must have had a hundred orgasms. Then last Monday Frank asked me if I wanted a few more guys to play with. I said no way. Two were great, but I didn't think more would be better. Frank kept after me to do a gang-bang and I kept saying no. I did agree to another threesome with Tim and Frank and I went there last night thinking that was what was going to happen." When Annie fell silent for a long time, I encouraged her to continue with the story.