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02/03/2020
Rhonda and I met and married while serving in the Air Force. After we finished our enlistments we moved back to my home city. She was from a small town and we felt we would have better job opportunities I was from.
Well I really wanted to have my own business. Specifically, my own agouti repair shop. Rhonda got a decent job as a technician at the local hospital. But I needed some start-up cash above what I had saved while in the military.
Grudgingly, I went to my stepfather Marcus to ask for a loan. He and I had a love hate relationship. We loved to hate each other. From the time my mom married him until I left home to join the air force he and I butted heads regularly. Nothing physical but we definitely had issues between us.
He was abusive towards my mom and made good money to provide for her. But he was definitely a womanizer. Funny thing was he was a big heavyset man. My mama always said she liked men with a touch of ugly. Well he was that and some. He was taller than I by a head and a lot broader in the shoulders. He had a large gut but that shouldn’t fool you. He was the strongest man I had ever known.
About Rhonda an I we are African American both with light brown skin. I’m 5’11” and weigh about 185 lbs. I’ fit but very slender like my mom. Rhonda is 5’7” with a great body. She has D-duo breast with very large nipples. She is tiny waisted with wide hips and a perfect ass. With all of that to work with it was her pretty face and perfect smile that were her best attributes.
I remember after we married and she met my step-father Marcus for the first time. She immediately said he gave her the creeps the way he looked at her. Like I said he was a big guy. He also was very dark skinned with a shaved head and a face that had seen more than a fare share of scraps.
Momma had told me that before he got into a legitimate business he was the muscle for a local gangster. After he did some jail time he went legit and met my mom. I have no idea where a convicted felon got the money he had to start up multiple businesses. But he was setting pretty and loved his old style caddy. I suspected he wasn’t completely a reformed convict. But I surely wasn’t going to ask him either.
My mom looked passed his womanizing because he provided for her and my two half siblings. I still couldn’t understand how that big ogre could get any play unless he paid for it. I suppose money covers up a lot.
Marcus fucked with for a couple days after I asked him for a loan. Finally, after prompting from my mother. He stopped having fun at my expense and loaned me the money. He didn’t charge me any interest but made it clear that I had six months to start paying him back.
I should of known better than to stay with my plan to start small and work my way up to a larger business. I let Marcus talk me into going big from jump street which meant I borrowed way more money than I would have liked to have from him.
Rhonda warned me but my drive to be a good provider for her clouded my judgement. Things started out great I got so busy I hire on another mechanic and we were making good money. Then shut went south from there. My prime location was ruined when they started some major road construction nearby. Affectively making it a pain in the ass for me to get any business. I went to the city council and the commerce committee and although the sympathized with me. Unfortunately, the construction was necessary for the greater good of our area.
We had bought a house and had planned on starting a family. Making things worse was Rhonda getting cut back on hours at her job. Resulting in us losing our medical coverage. Shit was tanking fast and I didn’t know how to stop the hemorrhaging. That’s when the hammer dropped. I was facing foreclosure and Marcus had already given me two extensions on starting to pay him back.
One day he stopped by my garage and straight forward wanted me to start paying him his money. He refused my request for another extension. As much as it killed me I pleaded with him. The prick reveled in seeing me grovel to him.
He made me an offer initially sounded great. He told me he would lease another location where I could relocate to until everything was back to normal. He would pay to have all my tools and equipment to the new location. He would also make my mortgage payments until I got back on my feet. Then he dropped the fucking hammer.
He gave me the condescending smirk I used to hate when I was a kid. He said he would do all of that if Rhonda slept with him. My fucking knees went weak. I briefly looked for a wrench to crush his skull with. I told him no fucking way that was going to happen. He shrugged walked to his car stopping to look back at me just to say he wanted all his money back by the end of the month. Or he was taking everything and selling it.
I initially didn’t tell Rhonda. I went elsewhere to try an secure other loans. Marcus had blackballed me with everyone. Finally, one night at dinner I. Rome down and told Rhonda everything. Let’s just say she was angry.
We talked through all of our options to include packing what we could carry and leave town. Realizing it wouldn’t work: Marcus would find us or worse take it out on my mom. Neither one of us slept that night.
The next morning Rhonda told me she would sleep with him if it got us out of the mess we were in. When I adamantly refused Rhonda got upset with me for getting us into the mess in the first place. She told me Inshould if just found a job rather than go to Marcus for money.
I didn’t think I could feel any worse than I already did. But seeing her that upset sent me even lower. I suggested she leave me and go home to her moms. It was me Marcus would take it out on and she didn’t have to go through it.
Rhonda sagged and told me she was sorry for what she said. She told me she loved me and we would get through this together. Again she told me she would sleep with him one time to set things right. I knew she was right and it tore me up inside.
She told me to tell Marcus it was a one time deal and where she should meet him. I called Marcus and had him come to my garage. I told him Rhonda agreed to sleep with him one time. He didn’t say anything but just gave my that fucking smirk. I asked him where he wanted her to meet him.
He told me to get in his car. A few minute later we were at my house. It dawned on me what he was planning. Again I pleaded with him just to tell me which hotel he wanted her to go to and she would be there. He just looked at me before getting out of the car.
When Rhonda came to the door and saw Marcus was with me she immediately knew what he was there to collect. I again began to object. It was Rhonda that told me to be quiet. A look of determination came over her face in that moment. It looked like she was trying not to let Marcus have the satisfaction of thinking he was controlling everything.
Rhonda told me it was ok and for us to come inside. She offered Marcus a drink or coffee which he refused. I sat down while she laid down the conditions. This would be a one time thing and he would uphold his end of the bargain. We would still pay him back once we had our money straight again.
Marcus just looked at her for a long moment then nodded in agreement with her terms. There was a long awkward moment as well all just sat there. Rhonda stood up and told Marcus to give her a few minutes. Again he just nodded neither one of them looked at me at all.
Rhonda went down the hall to our bedroom than closed the door. Marcus looked at me and told him to bring him a beer. He added I might want to get myself one also. We sat in silence drinking our beers. When he finished he set the empty bottle down. He got up and with saying anything. He walked down the hallway to our bedroom.
I about threw up when he opened the door and walk inside closing it behind him. I sat there for sometime in deafening silence until I could hear Rhondas stifled squeals and gasp. She was trying her best not to make any sounds that was clear enough.
She got silent but our somewhat squeaky bed was getting louder. Until she couldn’t hold back any more. Her gasp and groans got louder as did the sounds of their bodies slapping together. It went on for a long while her groaning turned to grunting. Until she cried out in what was an obvious orgasm.
I couldn’t believe she allowed her self to get pleasure form that fat prick. He came loudly probably more to piss me off than anything else. He came out of the room sometime later fully dressed he stopped at the door and looked at me shaking his head.
He left and I walked into our bedroom. Rhonda was lying on her stomach with a huge amount of cum on her ass and back. I got a towel and cleaned her off. She got under the covers and stay silent. I couldn’t sleep all night.
She and I didn’t speak all the next day and until the next evening. Marcus was true to his word he had a truck and crew at my garage that next day and my new location set up by that night.
When I got home late and showered I got into bed and couldn’t help bring up the fact I couldn’t believe she came when he fucked her. She never looked at me and only said she paid my debt.
It was a few days before we were talking normal again. We were eating dinner when there was a knock on the door. It was Marcus and he had been drinking. My mother had kicked him out of the house. Before I could tell him to get a fucking hotel he stepped inside and passed me.
He sat on the couch and asked Rhonda to bring him a beer. I was about to go off on him and Rhonda singles me to calm down. I sat down across from him and listened to him rant about I was his goddamned house and he paid the bills. Who did my mom think she was kicking him out. I calmly asked him if I could drive him to a hotel. He pointed a hand at me saying he paid my bills also and he wasn’t getting kicked out of another house that he paid for.
I was starting to panic now when Rhonda returned with his beer. He pulled her down next to him. She struggled briefly. I stood up and she told me it was ok we all needed to just relax. He took a long swig from the bottle. I sat back down hoping he was drunk enough to maybe pass out.
He started to paw at her and tried to kiss her. I stood up and moved to grab him. He may of been drunk but his backhand was lightning fast and caught me square. I fell to the floor stunned hearing Rhonda scream.
It took me a while to get my senses back and Rhonda was pushing Marcus out our front door. I stood up and she told me to sit my ass down. I don’t think I could walk anyway. I sat as she got him out the door. I could hear her hush voice but couldn’t make out what she was saying. I heard his car door shut and he drove off. She came back inside and checked on me wiping my bloody lip with a cold cloth.
I was thankful it was over. Rhonda seemed a little uptight over the next couple days. I thought it had something to do with the other night. I came home for dinner that night and there were three place settings. Rhonda was all made up and wearing a short summer dress. She told me to shower and get ready for dinner. I asked her who was coming over and she told me to just get cleaned up.
I came back from showering when there was a knock on the door. It was fucking Marcus. He handed me a bottle of whine and a six pack of beer. I asked him what he was doing at our house. Rhonda touched my arm telling me to let him in. I looked at her like she was insane.
He came inside and told me he was sorry for thing tying a little out of hand the other night. I was pissed but accepted hi apology. We sat and at with very little conversation. Rhonda drank two glasses of wine which was double her normal limit.
Marcus looked at her and asked if she had told me. I asked her what h was talking about. She looked down at her plate took a deep breath before looking up at me. She said the other night she was so afraid Marcus would hurt me that to get him to leave she told him she would have sex with him again.
I looked at her like she was fucking crazy. She said she didn’t know what else to do to stop him. I looked him telling him he was drunk and could hold her to it. She was only trying to protect me and keep him from going back to prison. For the briefest moment I thought he would reconsider. He tossed his napkin onto his empty plate. He stood up and walked straight back to our bedroom.
I looked at Rhonda with pleading eyes. She stood up and followed him down the hallway. Soon the sounds of them fucking carried down the hallway. I stood up and walked to my bedroom door.
Unlike the first time Rhonda was trying to stifle any of her noises. She was moaning and telling him he ate her kissy so good. I was numb it was obvious she wanted this to happen. I jumped as she cried out in pain. I opened the door a crack to where I could see our bed in the mirror.
He was kneeling between her legs she had her legs spread incredibly wide as he worked a dick easily twice as big as mine into her pussy. She cried out again as more of it disappeared into her. He stopped letting her adjust.
Her hips were bucking up trying to get more of him inside. She wa spreading with him to fuck her. In that moment I realized she was his then and whenever he wanted her. He started to rock back and forth on his haunches. She let out a long moan as her back arched . Her body shook in orgasm and he had barely fucked her.
His big hands went to her tiny waist and he began to fuck her fasts and deep she was gasping and talking in tongue like an old church lady. Her head moved side to side. She stopped and looked at his cock stretching her pussy. Letting out and long moan her eyes rolled up in her head as it fell back to the bed as she came again.
Marcus loves her onto all fours which only lasted until he was fucking her again. She was now face down ass up ass his kind thick cock arced in and out of her. His cock was literally covered in white lather. Her heavy tits were smashed against the bed as she was now nonstop screaming in pleasure. Marcus came but this time deep in her womb. Where he emptied every last drop.
That was about a year ago my business is back on track and Marcus has forgiven all the money I owed him. Rhonda and I have a son. Thing is his is very dark skinned and has a touch of ugly.
Marcus comes by on my momma’s bingo night and fucks Rhonda senseless. Most times in our bed with me peaking in. Sometime she will ride his fat cock right in our living room in front of me.
She is pregnant again...I hope this one is really mine.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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Well I really wanted to have my own business. Specifically, my own agouti repair shop. Rhonda got a decent job as a technician at the local hospital. But I needed some start-up cash above what I had saved while in the military.
Grudgingly, I went to my stepfather Marcus to ask for a loan. He and I had a love hate relationship. We loved to hate each other. From the time my mom married him until I left home to join the air force he and I butted heads regularly. Nothing physical but we definitely had issues between us.
He was abusive towards my mom and made good money to provide for her. But he was definitely a womanizer. Funny thing was he was a big heavyset man. My mama always said she liked men with a touch of ugly. Well he was that and some. He was taller than I by a head and a lot broader in the shoulders. He had a large gut but that shouldn’t fool you. He was the strongest man I had ever known.
About Rhonda an I we are African American both with light brown skin. I’m 5’11” and weigh about 185 lbs. I’ fit but very slender like my mom. Rhonda is 5’7” with a great body. She has D-duo breast with very large nipples. She is tiny waisted with wide hips and a perfect ass. With all of that to work with it was her pretty face and perfect smile that were her best attributes.
I remember after we married and she met my step-father Marcus for the first time. She immediately said he gave her the creeps the way he looked at her. Like I said he was a big guy. He also was very dark skinned with a shaved head and a face that had seen more than a fare share of scraps.
Momma had told me that before he got into a legitimate business he was the muscle for a local gangster. After he did some jail time he went legit and met my mom. I have no idea where a convicted felon got the money he had to start up multiple businesses. But he was setting pretty and loved his old style caddy. I suspected he wasn’t completely a reformed convict. But I surely wasn’t going to ask him either.
My mom looked passed his womanizing because he provided for her and my two half siblings. I still couldn’t understand how that big ogre could get any play unless he paid for it. I suppose money covers up a lot.
Marcus fucked with for a couple days after I asked him for a loan. Finally, after prompting from my mother. He stopped having fun at my expense and loaned me the money. He didn’t charge me any interest but made it clear that I had six months to start paying him back.
I should of known better than to stay with my plan to start small and work my way up to a larger business. I let Marcus talk me into going big from jump street which meant I borrowed way more money than I would have liked to have from him.
Rhonda warned me but my drive to be a good provider for her clouded my judgement. Things started out great I got so busy I hire on another mechanic and we were making good money. Then shut went south from there. My prime location was ruined when they started some major road construction nearby. Affectively making it a pain in the ass for me to get any business. I went to the city council and the commerce committee and although the sympathized with me. Unfortunately, the construction was necessary for the greater good of our area.
We had bought a house and had planned on starting a family. Making things worse was Rhonda getting cut back on hours at her job. Resulting in us losing our medical coverage. Shit was tanking fast and I didn’t know how to stop the hemorrhaging. That’s when the hammer dropped. I was facing foreclosure and Marcus had already given me two extensions on starting to pay him back.
One day he stopped by my garage and straight forward wanted me to start paying him his money. He refused my request for another extension. As much as it killed me I pleaded with him. The prick reveled in seeing me grovel to him.
He made me an offer initially sounded great. He told me he would lease another location where I could relocate to until everything was back to normal. He would pay to have all my tools and equipment to the new location. He would also make my mortgage payments until I got back on my feet. Then he dropped the fucking hammer.
He gave me the condescending smirk I used to hate when I was a kid. He said he would do all of that if Rhonda slept with him. My fucking knees went weak. I briefly looked for a wrench to crush his skull with. I told him no fucking way that was going to happen. He shrugged walked to his car stopping to look back at me just to say he wanted all his money back by the end of the month. Or he was taking everything and selling it.
I initially didn’t tell Rhonda. I went elsewhere to try an secure other loans. Marcus had blackballed me with everyone. Finally, one night at dinner I. Rome down and told Rhonda everything. Let’s just say she was angry.
We talked through all of our options to include packing what we could carry and leave town. Realizing it wouldn’t work: Marcus would find us or worse take it out on my mom. Neither one of us slept that night.
The next morning Rhonda told me she would sleep with him if it got us out of the mess we were in. When I adamantly refused Rhonda got upset with me for getting us into the mess in the first place. She told me Inshould if just found a job rather than go to Marcus for money.
I didn’t think I could feel any worse than I already did. But seeing her that upset sent me even lower. I suggested she leave me and go home to her moms. It was me Marcus would take it out on and she didn’t have to go through it.
Rhonda sagged and told me she was sorry for what she said. She told me she loved me and we would get through this together. Again she told me she would sleep with him one time to set things right. I knew she was right and it tore me up inside.
She told me to tell Marcus it was a one time deal and where she should meet him. I called Marcus and had him come to my garage. I told him Rhonda agreed to sleep with him one time. He didn’t say anything but just gave my that fucking smirk. I asked him where he wanted her to meet him.
He told me to get in his car. A few minute later we were at my house. It dawned on me what he was planning. Again I pleaded with him just to tell me which hotel he wanted her to go to and she would be there. He just looked at me before getting out of the car.
When Rhonda came to the door and saw Marcus was with me she immediately knew what he was there to collect. I again began to object. It was Rhonda that told me to be quiet. A look of determination came over her face in that moment. It looked like she was trying not to let Marcus have the satisfaction of thinking he was controlling everything.
Rhonda told me it was ok and for us to come inside. She offered Marcus a drink or coffee which he refused. I sat down while she laid down the conditions. This would be a one time thing and he would uphold his end of the bargain. We would still pay him back once we had our money straight again.
Marcus just looked at her for a long moment then nodded in agreement with her terms. There was a long awkward moment as well all just sat there. Rhonda stood up and told Marcus to give her a few minutes. Again he just nodded neither one of them looked at me at all.
Rhonda went down the hall to our bedroom than closed the door. Marcus looked at me and told him to bring him a beer. He added I might want to get myself one also. We sat in silence drinking our beers. When he finished he set the empty bottle down. He got up and with saying anything. He walked down the hallway to our bedroom.
I about threw up when he opened the door and walk inside closing it behind him. I sat there for sometime in deafening silence until I could hear Rhondas stifled squeals and gasp. She was trying her best not to make any sounds that was clear enough.
She got silent but our somewhat squeaky bed was getting louder. Until she couldn’t hold back any more. Her gasp and groans got louder as did the sounds of their bodies slapping together. It went on for a long while her groaning turned to grunting. Until she cried out in what was an obvious orgasm.
I couldn’t believe she allowed her self to get pleasure form that fat prick. He came loudly probably more to piss me off than anything else. He came out of the room sometime later fully dressed he stopped at the door and looked at me shaking his head.
He left and I walked into our bedroom. Rhonda was lying on her stomach with a huge amount of cum on her ass and back. I got a towel and cleaned her off. She got under the covers and stay silent. I couldn’t sleep all night.
She and I didn’t speak all the next day and until the next evening. Marcus was true to his word he had a truck and crew at my garage that next day and my new location set up by that night.
When I got home late and showered I got into bed and couldn’t help bring up the fact I couldn’t believe she came when he fucked her. She never looked at me and only said she paid my debt.
It was a few days before we were talking normal again. We were eating dinner when there was a knock on the door. It was Marcus and he had been drinking. My mother had kicked him out of the house. Before I could tell him to get a fucking hotel he stepped inside and passed me.
He sat on the couch and asked Rhonda to bring him a beer. I was about to go off on him and Rhonda singles me to calm down. I sat down across from him and listened to him rant about I was his goddamned house and he paid the bills. Who did my mom think she was kicking him out. I calmly asked him if I could drive him to a hotel. He pointed a hand at me saying he paid my bills also and he wasn’t getting kicked out of another house that he paid for.
I was starting to panic now when Rhonda returned with his beer. He pulled her down next to him. She struggled briefly. I stood up and she told me it was ok we all needed to just relax. He took a long swig from the bottle. I sat back down hoping he was drunk enough to maybe pass out.
He started to paw at her and tried to kiss her. I stood up and moved to grab him. He may of been drunk but his backhand was lightning fast and caught me square. I fell to the floor stunned hearing Rhonda scream.
It took me a while to get my senses back and Rhonda was pushing Marcus out our front door. I stood up and she told me to sit my ass down. I don’t think I could walk anyway. I sat as she got him out the door. I could hear her hush voice but couldn’t make out what she was saying. I heard his car door shut and he drove off. She came back inside and checked on me wiping my bloody lip with a cold cloth.
I was thankful it was over. Rhonda seemed a little uptight over the next couple days. I thought it had something to do with the other night. I came home for dinner that night and there were three place settings. Rhonda was all made up and wearing a short summer dress. She told me to shower and get ready for dinner. I asked her who was coming over and she told me to just get cleaned up.
I came back from showering when there was a knock on the door. It was fucking Marcus. He handed me a bottle of whine and a six pack of beer. I asked him what he was doing at our house. Rhonda touched my arm telling me to let him in. I looked at her like she was insane.
He came inside and told me he was sorry for thing tying a little out of hand the other night. I was pissed but accepted hi apology. We sat and at with very little conversation. Rhonda drank two glasses of wine which was double her normal limit.
Marcus looked at her and asked if she had told me. I asked her what h was talking about. She looked down at her plate took a deep breath before looking up at me. She said the other night she was so afraid Marcus would hurt me that to get him to leave she told him she would have sex with him again.
I looked at her like she was fucking crazy. She said she didn’t know what else to do to stop him. I looked him telling him he was drunk and could hold her to it. She was only trying to protect me and keep him from going back to prison. For the briefest moment I thought he would reconsider. He tossed his napkin onto his empty plate. He stood up and walked straight back to our bedroom.
I looked at Rhonda with pleading eyes. She stood up and followed him down the hallway. Soon the sounds of them fucking carried down the hallway. I stood up and walked to my bedroom door.
Unlike the first time Rhonda was trying to stifle any of her noises. She was moaning and telling him he ate her kissy so good. I was numb it was obvious she wanted this to happen. I jumped as she cried out in pain. I opened the door a crack to where I could see our bed in the mirror.
He was kneeling between her legs she had her legs spread incredibly wide as he worked a dick easily twice as big as mine into her pussy. She cried out again as more of it disappeared into her. He stopped letting her adjust.
Her hips were bucking up trying to get more of him inside. She wa spreading with him to fuck her. In that moment I realized she was his then and whenever he wanted her. He started to rock back and forth on his haunches. She let out a long moan as her back arched . Her body shook in orgasm and he had barely fucked her.
His big hands went to her tiny waist and he began to fuck her fasts and deep she was gasping and talking in tongue like an old church lady. Her head moved side to side. She stopped and looked at his cock stretching her pussy. Letting out and long moan her eyes rolled up in her head as it fell back to the bed as she came again.
Marcus loves her onto all fours which only lasted until he was fucking her again. She was now face down ass up ass his kind thick cock arced in and out of her. His cock was literally covered in white lather. Her heavy tits were smashed against the bed as she was now nonstop screaming in pleasure. Marcus came but this time deep in her womb. Where he emptied every last drop.
That was about a year ago my business is back on track and Marcus has forgiven all the money I owed him. Rhonda and I have a son. Thing is his is very dark skinned and has a touch of ugly.
Marcus comes by on my momma’s bingo night and fucks Rhonda senseless. Most times in our bed with me peaking in. Sometime she will ride his fat cock right in our living room in front of me.
She is pregnant again...I hope this one is really mine.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
Poster:
Trey