PART 3

Chapter 1: The trap is set

For the first two weeks Mr. Lincoln had used Sue as his own private slut, not sharing her with anyone. Sometimes he fucked her in the office as Bobby sat and watched. Lincoln had begun telling Bobby to clean Sue at the same time Sue cleaned his black cock. He loved feeling her climax on her husband’s tongue as his cock slid down her throat! Other times he went to Bobby’s house to fuck Sue. He always summoned Bobby to his office before he left to tell him where he was going and what he was going to do to Sue that day. He particularly loved the look on Bobby’s face the day he showed him the tube of strawberry lube and described how, in about an hour, he would be taking Sue’s anal virginity! Sue had told him that her and Bobby had never engaged in anal sex and Mr. Lincoln could have her anal virginity if he wanted it. He did! She said she would dress in the white undergarments she had worn on her wedding night! Lincoln promised to bring the lube.

The look Bobby had given to Mr. Lincoln was faked! As Lincoln left to fuck Sue in the ass, Bobby went into Lincoln’s private bathroom and jacked his dick, imagining Sue screaming in ecstasy! Bobby had ‘suggested’ the ‘anal virgin’ story the last time he fucked Sue’s ass. Lincoln was being played and had no idea!

Lincoln took Sue to lunch at his country club a couple times, making sure they sat in the middle of the restaurant so everyone could see he was with a beautiful red-haired wife of one of his employees. He made certain everyone knew who she was by almost shouting when he told her what a good job her husband was doing back at the office. At a nearby table, two men listened and recorded every word as Sue softly said, “I know if I say anything, or do not let you fuck me, you will not only fire Bobby, but will make up some story about him stealing from you so that he will not be able to get another job. That’s the only reason I’m doing this.”

Lincoln thought this was just another start to one of the games she liked to play and went along with the scenario. He imagined himself the big black boss forcing this beautiful white wife of one of his employees to do his bidding.

“You got that right, slut. Play along or you both will be out on the street begging for your next meal!”

Sue acted like she was about to cry, but was secretly smiling because she knew the men were recording their conversation!

A week later, as Lincoln drove over to Sue’s house, he remembered that day at the funeral. As he watched her in that sexy black dress, one of his twin sons had leaned over and said, “Wonder if her husband would let us fuck her if you offered him James’ job?”

Out of the mouth of an idiot came an idea that had led to him fucking Sue any time he wanted!

Ty’Dain and Ty’Wayne, his two oldest boys. They were born 5 years before the joy of his life, his youngest son, Abraham. Yes, Abe Lincoln, his wife had insisted, but he prevailed in calling him Abraham, not Abe. She had died of cancer when little Abraham was six years old. He barely remembered her. The twins were different. They remembered their mother and had become a handful when she died. They were always a problem in school and he had finally given up on them and let them quit when they were juniors because they had turned 18 and had no chance of ever graduating. He put them to work at the plant. It took some doing but they finally learned to drive the forklifts and load and unload trucks. That was about as far in the company as they would go. He remembered watching that very morning as his two simple sons had raced their forklifts around the warehouse, then argued about who had won.