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By Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com) Edited by Jan (The Kristen Archives)


We have been married a week, and my wife has already had an affair.

We met at worked, she worked in the office, and I worked out back in the workshop. We used to talk as I gave her the job cards after each job. She would lean forward on the counter, her top would fall away from her chest and I could clearly see down her blouse. Her small breasts encased in the sheerest lace, her nipples visible through the fabric.

Finally I worked up the courage to ask her out. She said yes and we went to restaurants, went dancing, walking and it was all so wonderful. We didn't sleep together until we were married; she was a virgin, a true virgin.

On our wedding night a few days ago, I broke her maidenhead. It was tough and rubbery and she screamed in pain, even though I was as gentle as I could be. Within seconds though, she was a changed woman, I couldn't keep up with her need. Every waking moment she wanted sex, more sex, in every position. We tried every thing, and often.

Now, we have been married nearly a week, and we are on our honeymoon still. We have a week to go before we go back to work. And this story is about the affair she had three days after we were married.

5.00 am. We wake up, it is a beautiful day, my lovely bride is next to me, I look at her flawless skin, her small breasts, she has an Asian aspect to her face, and beautiful skin colour. Her mother is Japanese, her Father a light coloured Negro man.

I touch her naked breasts; she is lying on her back, uncovered. Her breasts feels firm under my hand, it's an awesome feeling. I own this girl; she is a girl, only 19. And I am the only man to know her body, to know her soul. I have explored and taken her every way imaginable. She has explored and experimented with my body also.

I trace the curve of her firm belly with my finger tips, running my fingers lightly through her pubic hair, it feels springy, her skin is a beautiful bronze colour, I feel her slit, she is wet, I tease open her outer lips, and stroke her up and down, my finger entering her slightly each time.

Her legs part, and I roll over on top of her and enter her gently, my cock head gently rubbing against her clit, then I push in further, feeling her tight wet pussy expanding to let me in, it is heaven.

I smell her scent, it's sweet, she tastes sweet too, not as the other women I've had, but sweet in a way only a clean, newly opened virginal girl can.

She wakes, properly now, and wraps her arms around me, moving her hips up to meet mine, we kiss, I taste her mouth, our tongues meet, we make love again. The perfect way to start the day.

A few hours later, we emerge from our room; we are staying in a nice motel in a small country town. It is summer, so we dress for hot weather, she wears shorts, and a light blouse, no underwear, "It would only slow us down" she reasons with me.

I'm not to sure about her going out like this; she's hiding nothing, and with looks like hers that could mean trouble. She is looking more sensual now, since we started having sex, she actually glows in a way that would make any man aroused.

We get in the car and go for a drive, anywhere, just wandering around. She unzips my pants and pulls my cock out. I'm not a stud or anything, but she's able to wrap her fingers around my member, and she sucks the head in between her perfect lips.

I pull the car over under the shade of a large tree, we are truly in the country now, no fences, there is a hay shed a short way away from us behind a patch of trees, it is screened off the road from three sides by the tree. I turn off the car.

As I empty my cum into my new bride's mouth, some cum escapes through the corners of her lips and dribbles down my shaft. She looks up at me and smiles, cum making her lips glisten in the early morning sun. I kiss her and can taste my cum.

It feels so good, I am the only man to have this girl, and she is totally dedicated to my cock.

We get out of the car and spread a blanket on the grass. We make love, it's beautiful, her tight pussy is still slippery from our earlier lovemaking. We lay there humping gently for a long time, then we both cum together. We lay there side-by-side, naked, in the sun, and I drift off to sleep.

I wake up alone, no wife, her clothes gone. I get dressed, and grab my camera, a wedding gift, it has a fantastic zoom lens, I love to photograph my new wife, when she isn't expecting it, she is so beautiful and innocent. The way she stands and moves, her perfect grace. I will photograph her now; I know she will be exploring the hay shed. She'll look guilty when she is somewhere she isn't supposed to be.... these will be beautiful shots, I can feel it.

I start toward the shed, it is on a bit of a rise, behind some trees. I can see the upper half of it clearly. As I move through the trees I lift the camera and look through the zoom lens, to find my wife if I can from this distance, while she is totally unaware I'm there.

But what I see makes me catch my breath. There she is, with another man, obviously a farm worker, a black man, and she's standing in front of him, her shirt is on the ground, her bare breasts exposed, there are darker wet spots where they have obviously been sucked by this stranger. She is reaching toward his waist now, below his belt, 'Oh my god, no!' She is stroking his cock.

I am not a small man, but this man's cock is huge. The awe on her pretty face is obvious, there is no way she is being forced into this. She wants it, and it's plain to me that she is going to let this stranger have his way with her.

I get closer, my mind strangely cold and calculating now. I want evidence, if I divorce her, I will need it! For no reason I can explain, the scene before me is making my cock hard. To see the same look of wonder and excitement on her face with a stranger as I saw a few nights ago with me was strangely arousing.

I work my way silently closer to them, she is getting up off her knees, she's totally naked now, so is he, his cock is dripping wet. I can't stand it; she has been sucking him, and I missed it! Her face is flushed with excitement.

I'm not going to miss what happens next though. He slowly turns her around and she leans forward, her hands supporting her against the haystack.

I lay down on my belly and angle the camera. He lifts one of her thighs and I can see her slit now, its wet, glistening with my semen and her own wetness.

He spreads her wide open and puts his big black cock at her pink entrance. I wait. He moves his hips forward and shifts his hand.

"Click."

I get the shot! Perfect, his cock is in her pussy nearly an inch, the first inch of her unfaithfulness. Her mouth is open, she is gasping as he enters her. The sensations are nearly too much for her.

He pushes in farther. He goes in easily, two strokes and his huge cock is out of sight and in my wife's pussy that's stretched to her limit.

He starts to stroke the full length of his cock in and out of her. She lets her leg down now and the sex starts in earnest. He's standing behind her with his hands firmly clasped onto her small breasts. He's stroking in and out of her pussy and she's pushing back to meet him.

"Click."

I snap off another shot. She's standing there, her feet slightly apart, taking him, all of him. They keep going like this, for ages. I watch them, I can tell that she climaxes at least three times. And still he pumps his meat into her.

I try to shoot another picture, but the film is finished. I look through the lens still, watching my pretty new wife getting a royal fucking from the black stud, from behind. I was loving it!

My bride has a tremendous orgasm now, she cries out in pleasure. Then her whole body goes limp, her arms and legs giving out from under her. Still the big black man holds her hips and pumps into her stretched out pussy, harder now!

Then he speed up even more, he is pulling her back onto him and then he holds her there, his body tenses and the world holds it's breath.

She cries out in pain, she is stretched beyond her limit. I watch as he cums in her. I know he's cumming in her because his cums is so plentiful that it runs out of her in sticky gobs falling from between them onto the ground.

He holds her there impaled on his huge black snake for at least half a minute while he cums deep inside her. His hips bucking against her in an irregular jerking motion. She yelps little cries of half pain, half pleasure each time he thrusts.

Finally it's over and he helps her stand up. I see his long shiny cock slide out of my wife's pussy along with a small gush of his white cum.

"That was beautiful," I hear her say. "Incredible, but you hurt me at the end, why did you hurt me?"

"You aught to know better than to take on a cock you can't handle right baby," he answers casually. He bends over and picks up her clothes for her then as an afterthought he wipes himself clean with them and hands them to her.

Her face shows that his gesture hurt her feelings, you can see it on her face, tears were forming in her eyes, "Why did you do that?" she asked. "They're all I have to wear, now they are all dirty. We just made love and you make me feel like some kind of whore."

She starts to cry.

"Lady, you're a slut, I know that's your husband down there sleeping, and you're just up here having some black cock because his ain't enough for you."

"That's not true!" she was sobbing now. "You were so nice, I never saw another man's cock until you showed me yours... I-I-thought you liked me..."

"I like your cunt just fine lady, but you're still a slut. And you always will be now. What do you reckon your man's gonna do when he sees your clothes all smeared with my cum and when he smell you. You're gonna be loose down there for a long time too," he smiled wickedly, "You think he'll still love you? He's going to know a black man's been there every time he's with you now. He's gonna to think of it, and so are you."

Crying now as that thought hit her, she felt so dirty, she would always be a slut now. She held her clothes to her breasts, and walked down the rise toward the car, naked, crying.

I scoot down to the car before her and put the camera away. I am leaning on the car watching her as she approaches. She is crying, tears stain her pretty face, semen leaks from between her legs and she is shaking.

I look at her, she can't meet my eyes, she drops her cloths in the dirt at her feet, and stands there sobbing, her shoulders shaking. She is the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

"Get in the car, whore," I say looking stern.

She looks at me, "Y--you know?"

"I know, you asked for it, get in the car whore."

"C--can--can you s--still love m--me?" It was a plea, she could hardly speak through her emotion. I can tell she is devastated by her actions. She'd kept herself pure for so long, so that she could be married a virgin. And now she's a slut wife.

I know its because she got carried away, she is trusting enough to be betrayed like this. But I am going to make sure that it won't happen again. Now a thought hits me, 'I better try to do something so she doesn't get pregnant by this black man.

"Come here," I fish the water bottle out of the back seat, it is one of those soft sided ones you squeeze and water squirts out. "Bend over and hold your nigger fucked cunt open."

She looks at me, hurt. I never swear and it hurts her to hear it now. But she does as she is told, and I empty the entire bottle deep into her pussy. It is ice water and it hurts. I can tell that she feels a sick pain in her guts from the chilly water. But I keep squirting the water into her until there is no more semen to wash out.

The I force a finger deep into her pussy. The Ice water has forced her muscles to contract and she is tighter now than when I first took her virginity. Her legs are streaked with water and cum now. I get her clothes and wipe her clean, her clothes are ruined now so I drop them in the grass on top of the washed out puddle of cum.

"Get in the car, whore."

She reaches for the clothes.

"Leave them there, you gave yourself to a nigger, why hide yourself from everyone else?"

"Please?"

"If you pick those clothes up, you might as well stay here and that nigger up there can look after you. If you want me and are never going to fuck around on me again, get in the car, whore."

She breaks down completely now, sobbing, tears run freely over her cheeks and she slowly gets into the car. The windows are a dark tint, so no one can see in, but she isn't thinking about that she tries to cover her breasts and crotch with her arms and hands.

I have never treated her harshly before, but now I am calling her a "whore" all the time. I am hurt deeply, and feel the need for vengeance. Not on my wife, but on this man who used my new wife so roughly.

I didn't really mind that he screwed her, in fact that was kind of hot to watch, but to treat her so roughly afterward was too much. I don't mind a scrap now and then, and as the scenes I witnessed played back in my head I got madder and madder. My wife trustingly letting this man have her, then the abuse he gave her afterward.

I tell my wife to stay in the car and I head back up the hill. I get to the hay shed, and look around for him, I want to kill him now. Then I find him, still naked, he looks like he's passed out, a still burning reefer in his hand. He had celebrated too hard too soon his conquest.

I pick up a bottle, and hit him across the side of the head with it. Not too hard, but just hard enough to keep him properly quiet for a while. He was sitting against the hay pile, now he is laying on his side. I feel no glory at hitting a senseless man. In his state, he probably wouldn't even remember what the girl he'd just used looked like. But I wanted him to have more than just a headache when he came to.

I roll a hay bale off the stack, and drag it over to the black man's prostrate body. I lift him up by his hips, and push the bale under him so he is laying sprawled over it his arse pointing up in the air.

I hate this man with a vengeance now, his huge black cock still all wet with my wife's love, dangling down between his legs. I reach out and touch it to feel my her wetness on him, now I have an idea. A sick one, but one this man would remember for the rest of his life.

I take his spirits bottle, and remove the cap, now I put the neck of it at his arse hole, and up end the bottle, forcing it into his arse as I do. I pour about half of it into his arse, then I recap the bottle. I take off my own trousers, and bring myself to erection, stroking myself, thinking of him. This man with his huge cock. Forcing himself into my wife's virgin pussy.

Now I am hard and I put a big gob of spit on the end of my cock and put it against his arsehole. I am going to fuck him, his arse, and he is going to know, when he comes to. His arse will have been fucked by the husband of the little Jap girl he had fucked.

I force my cock in to him, it is tight. It felt kind of grainy from his shit, I can only get a couple of inches in, but its enough. I fuck him hard, rocking his limp body on the hay bale. After a short time I ejaculate. It mixes with the spirits in there already. Then I pull out of his ring, and to my satisfaction it stays open, I can see liquid inside.

He stirs on the hay bale, I walk to his clothes and pick them up and wipe his shit and my cum off me with them, then I pour the remainder of the spirits on his shirt, and use that to clean myself.

I go back to him, and shove the now empty bottle into his arsehole again up to the shoulder of the bottle. I stand back to look at him, admiring my handy work.

He will wake up with a sore head and a very sore arse, it'll hurt him to shit for weeks.

His cock dangling down, and his balls hanging slightly to the side still wet from my wife made me mad all over again. I step back, he stirs and starts to rise. I swing my foot and kick him hard. It connects to his balls, crushing them and his huge cock against the hay he is laying over. He screams and jumps, partly from the blow, partly as he is forced back into awareness.

He lands groaning, curled in a tight ball. The bottle still firmly in place in his arse, liquid seeping out around the neck of it and a small trickle of blood runs from the end of his cock.

He rolls over the ground moaning in sheer agony. I find his water container and wash off my cock some more to make sure all his shit is off me. Then I put my trousers on again and walk down to the car. I yank the door open and drag my still sobbing bride out by the hair.

"Come on, Whore, someone's got something to say to you."

I drag her back up the hill to the hay shed. She sees the black man on the ground, and gasps. Her eyes widen when she sees the bottle in his arse and the swelled and bent condition of his genitals.

I grab the man's ear, and yank his head around so he can see us. "Hey you, see this girl? You owe her an apology."

He looks away not understanding. I bang his head where I hit him with the bottle earlier. "Hey stud man, say you're sorry, or I gonna do you in the arse again!"

My wife's eyes go big at this, real big, she looks at his arse, and sees the fluids escaping, the strings of cum in the booze leaking out his stretched arse. The bottle droops to the ground silently.

"Sorry man," He wheezes, hate in his face.

"You gotta say you're sorry to the lady, faggot, the lady, not me!"

"Sorry l--lady," he wheezes out.

"That's better."

"White fuckers," he mumbles.

I step on his head as we leave, holding my wife's hand.

She looks up at me as we walk away, "Did you do it in his arse?"

"Yeah"

"Why?"

"I saw what he did, and how he treated you after he fucked you. I just wanted to get even for you. You still owe me, though." I gently add, "Whore."

We reached the car and I pick up her clothes and passed them to her.

She looked up at me, "Can you still love me? Do we stay together?"

"I think so but you owe me. I shamed him, because he shamed you, not because I liked it." I lied.

"Please...please, don't call me whore, I made a big mistake, but I'm not a whore, I love you."

"I love you too. Lets go, we both need to get cleaned up and we still have a week of honeymoon left."

I look into her eyes, "You and me, just you and me. Leave the affairs till later please?"