I couldn't believe that I had done it again. My wife warned me not to gamble anymore, especially with Tony and Rick. But they were the ones that would give me any action, everyone else had cut me off. This time I really messed up. I was in way over my head. There was no way I could pay this loss off, I couldn't even afford to pay the weekly juice. It was no use running because I worked with Rick and they'd always know where to find me. I met them at the bar on Friday night and tried to reason with them. I asked for some more time but they insisted I come up with the interest and some of the principal. I was nearly begging them, it was kind of pitiful. Then Tony came up with a proposition: if I wanted to keep breathing on my own I would bring my wife to the Royal Crown Motel tomorrow night. They told me that they would use her for a couple of hours and that would take care of the interest for that week. That's when Rick turned to me and stared in my eyes and said "if you don't show with that hot wife of yours I'll find you and you will pay with a body part!". He was dead serious. I should tell you Rick and Tony are two of the largest, most muscular and darkest black men I've ever seen. Both are about 6'6" and each is a her solid two hundred and fifty pounds ... at least. They've both been in prision and Rick doesn't seem to like white guys very much. I didn't know what else to do. I told them we'd be there at 6:00 and I left the bar. All I had to do now was convince my wife, who openly despised Rick and Tony, that she had to voluntarily go to a motel room and "be" with them! I was very quiet when I got home and Lana knew something was wrong. She kept asking me to tell her and I finally broke down. I nearly cried when I explained that I had bet with Rick and Tony again, even though she warned me not too. I told her how much I owed them and then I told her what the plan was that would allow me to pay down my debt. That's when the shit hit the fan! She was furious. She refused and at one point even talked about moving back with her parents in Florida as she haphazzardly packed a suitcase. I couldn't blame her. I must have looked pathetic because she suddenly stopped and came over to me. She put her hand on my cheek and asked "is there ANY other way?" "No, not unless you have another suitcase filled with cash" I replied. "I'm never gonna forgive you for this, but if these assholes are serious then I'll do whatever has to be done to save your degenerate ass!" she even gave a hint of a smile and kiss me on my lips.
At about 5:00pm Saturday Lana began to get ready. She took a hot bath and then applied her makeup, she seemed to put it on a little heavy, kind of "sluttier" than I have ever seen her do it. My wife is usually rather conservative, at least during the day. She works as a consultant to an investment firm and is very "corporate" looking. 5'8" 130 pounds, 36c chest and great hips and ass! She does let loose on the weekends and we've always had a great sex life. This, however, was not exactly part of our fantasies. She slid on sheer black stockings and walked to her closet. She reached into the back and pulled out a red cocktail dress - one that I'd never seen before. She slid into it and made me zip up the back. I stood behind her as she checked herself in the full length mirror. My mouth was open in a bit of shock. The dress was so short that I swear I could see her ass cheeks. She smiled to herself and turned half-way to check out her ass in the mirror. "Get my shoes for me ... the red stilettos" she said to me with a tone of authority I thought. I retrived the shoes from the closet and held them out for her. She chuckled and sat down on the settee. "Well. Put them on my feet please!" I did as she asked. She stood up and now she was taller than me. I realized that, just like the dress, I had never seen her wear these shoes. She grabbed her purse and started down the stairs when she stopped and turned around and said to me with a really wicked grin on her face "you know ... I think I just might enjoy myself tonight.". I was shocked. I could feel jealousy burning inside me. What did she mean? My wife was not a mean person, but I know that she had a little bit of a racist attitude towarda black men. She once told me that she couldn't stand how they all thought they were god's gift to women. The motel was only about a fifteen minute ride and as we got closer I noticed Lana was running her fingers along the inside of her right thigh. "Do you think I look ok? Do you like my dress?" she asked. Then she said to me "you know I have this girlfriend at work who only dates black guys. She told me that even though the whole size thing is kind of a myth every black guy she's been with was hung pretty well. She says they all seem to be thicker than white guys too! Mmmm, I bet Tony and Rick are both huge!" I snapped my head around and glared at her. "Youre really excited about this, aren't you? What about how pissed off you were at me last nite for gettig you into this? And what about how you always say things about black guys?" I asked her. I was really pretty jealous now. Could it be she was really getting into this? When we got to the motel Tony open the door for us and we walked in.
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