Have you ever wondered how far you will let things go?

How far before you actually do the DEED and cheat on your partner? OR, how far your partner will go, before they actually cheat on you?

I had never considered this aspect of things before. Oh sure, I read a few stories on the net, who hasn’t? But they were all about the person doing the actual cheating.

Things changed for me though, and I had reason to wonder, how far would my wife go? And then the question that comes next; what would I do about it?

I worked my way up in this world, from the bottom, and I did it the hard way. Now I’m in my thirties, I own my house outright, no mortgage! I married a lovely girl who was younger than me who is now twenty-three. I married her when she was nineteen. She still has troubles getting into bars and clubs because she looks fifteen still.

I boss a construction crew, and I have the respect of the men who work for me because there is nothing I ask them to do that I don’t do myself.

My wife takes classes during the day; she’s learning business skills. One day she wants us to have our own company.

Life goes on great, Home life is good, work is good, I get sent to a job three towns away, and start making a bit extra bonus money for the travel, I saved it up for a surprise for my darling wife.

Then we get rained off the job, and with no prospect of it clearing or the site drying enough to work, we all come home.

I arrive home, just before lunchtime, I am going to take my wife out to lunch, and talk her into skipping classes for the remainder of the day. Sometime for us.

I pull into my driveway, and to my surprise, the solid wood gates are shut. In all the time since I put them up, they have never been shut. I back out, and park along the road. Then jump the gates.

Surprise number two, there is a strange car in the drive, a convertible Mercedes, dark blue. The drapes are pulled on the living room window, but they are open a bit at the bottom, where they have caught on the furniture, I am curious now, so I have a quick peep in the window.

I see my wife, my little wife, sitting on the lounge chair, her hair looking a bit disheveled, and her clothes mussed up, her blouse untucked, and wrinkled, the top four buttons undone, and her bra clearly showing, her skirt is scrunched up around her waist, and her white lace panties are on display also, her knees apart, almost lewdly, as she lays back into the lounge.

This scene is wrong, totally wrong warning bells are going off in my head now, a man walks into view, a dark man, dressed in an expensive looking suit. He walks toward my wife, and reaches down, inside her shirt, and fondles her breasts, as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

He bends toward her, and she tilts her head up to meet him, they kiss, deeply, passionately. The contrast of their skin contrasting starkly against each other, his dark skin, against her flawless golden skin, his black lips against her naturally red ones.

They part, and he straightens up, shedding his coat, and loosening his tie, she undoes her blouse now totally, and unzips her skirt. He reaches for her hand and helps her to rise then removes the blouse, her skirt falling to the floor, she stands there in her bra and lacy panties, both shiny white as his black hands roam over her.

As his hands run down her stomach, she pulls away instinctively, he slides his other hand around to her backside, and pushes her hips forward, firmly, and she responds, now she is removing his shirt, and running her hands over his chest, her little white hands caressing his nipples, she sucks one of his nipples, as her hand disappears into his trousers touching him exploring him He stands back now, and unbuckles his belt, removing his trousers and shoes, and now his boxers, I look at his member, it is not as massive as black men are supposed to be, but very similar in size to myself. In a way I feel relieved, but the way she reaches for his cock makes me mad, it is as if she is mesmerized by it, she strokes it, moving his foreskin back and forward over its black knob.

He brings his hands up, and brushing her hair back from her shoulders, he cradles her face in his hands and kisses her again, deeply, harder, and more passionately than before, she never stops playing with his cock. I get a cramp in my lower back, from bending to peep through the window, then I feel like a fool.

This is my house, I have keys, I am going in. I am putting a stop to this, I am not going to stand by as some nigger screws MY wife, and just watch, to pretend like nothing happened. I stand up, Unlock the door, quietly, and as I go in, I pick up the lump of reo-rod I use as a door stop, Its about 12-inches long, and 4 inches across, right now, I feel as if I can put it to a better use than a door stop.

I enter the house, as I am closing the door, he carries my wife, now only clad in her bra, her panties gone, but her hand still working his cock, across the hall to our bed room, not even glancing in my direction I follow at a distance, looking through the wide open door, he gently puts her on the bed, and she gets up on her hands and knees, presenting her backside and pussy to him, her hand for the first time not attached to his tool.

He kneels down behind her, and goes to work with his tongue, I cant see exactly what he is doing, only his face pushed hard into her rear, and she starts to go wild, her hand snakes around to the back of his head and pushes his face in further, and he willingly complies with her unspoken demand. She hold his head tighter to her lower parts, she starts to move back and forth, her supporting arm collapses, the one on the back of his head clamps his face to her, hard, he struggles to get air, then she bucks, and lets him go. Her first orgasm.

He stands, his face wet now from her juices, she stays with her face on the bed, buried in our pillows, he moves into position behind her, I don’t know what to do, he is about to enter my wife, I am fascinated by this, the show, and the fact it is my wife, and a black man, the contrast in skin colours, the way they are obviously having their first sex together.

Their movements not quite in sync with each other, I stand still, rage, betrayal and excitement in equal parts threaten to explode my chest. I am frozen in fascination.

His black cock is at her pussy now, he pushes at her entrance, she reaches behind to guide it in, he enters her, easily, as she is so wet.

She speaks for the first time, “You better use a rubber on that,” she sounds so sultry, so damn horny!

He drives it all the way in, his black pubic hair mixing with her ginger bush, then he pulls nearly all the way out, and steadily push it back in.

“You better use a rubber,” she says again, he doesn’t answer, but instead of him thrusting in and out of her, her starts to pull her onto him, using her hips as handles, he slides her up and down his cock.

“Please,” she says, desperation in her voice now, “Stop!

Don’t come in me, use a rubber, please!”

He ignores her, and keeps sliding her up and down, faster now, building up speed, He is going to come inside her, she is powerless to stop him, her own climax building, her panic at his disregard for her equaling it, then she comes, hard, he just keeps on sliding her up and down, faster now, her little tits moving in her bra, her thighs wobbling as they slapped into his, her hair flying all over the place, she senses his climax approaching, and as he slides her off him, she throws her weight forward, and she separates herself from his cock.

A stream of his come shoots out after her, landing in a string that stretches from the crown of her head, through her hair, down to the small of her back, then another follows it, and another, he comes and comes, seven times I see strings of semen launch themselves from his cock across her body he doesn’t even touch himself, his cock just sticks out, spewing semen. His come puddles in the small of her back

“Bitch!” He pulls her up by the hair, “My cum ain’t good enough for you! You going to take it this time!”

He throws her back onto the bed, and lifts her by the hips again, and pulls her back to him.

“Wha ... what are you doing?” her eyes wide in terror now, this was totally out of her control; things were going way to far. I was still frozen, fascinated, I was watching as my wife was going to be actually raped, in front of me. Now I had extra reason to stay unnoticed, she needed to learn this, that not all men respect others, and if he didn’t respect her husband, why should he respect her?

“Aaaahhhh NNNOOOOO!” She screams He is forcing his still hard cock into her arse, dry, and she is feeling it. She runs out of breath, now he is balls deep in her arse, he starts humping, she grunts in pain in time to his humping. “Ugh Ugh Ugh,” her grunts are coming from her soul, she is being brutalized. A trickle of blood runs down her inner thigh, he is increasing his pace now.

The blood brings me back to reality. I feel the steel bar in my hand again, filed with absolute rage, I walk toward him, he keeps thrusting away, unaware of me, I raise the steel bar, he turns and sees me, A smile cracks his face

“You sure got a nice piece of arse here” he says then he sees the weapon in my raised hand, and his smile disappears, “Wha ... wha ... No way man!”

Thud! I bring the bar down on the side of his neck, at the joint of his shoulder and neck The blow stuns him, and ensures he wont use his arm for months. I follow up fast with another blow to the opposite side he falls senseless to the floor. His hands lock onto my wife’s hips, and he holds her on him, balls deep, as he crumples to the floor, she lands on him in a near sitting position, driving his cock still deeper into her bowels, her weight forcing her onto him further. She screams at the pain.

Then another look crosses her face she looks totally defeated, sick. Even though he was now unconscious, he had just come and she feels it, deep in my wife’s virgin arse, filling her bowels, she struggles to get up, I can see his balls contracting still between her legs, as he keeps shooting into her. She manages to get off him, and his cock shoots one last string of come into the air, and it falls back onto him, pooling on his belly.

She stands before me, head down, sobbing uncontrollably brown red come trails down her legs, juice from her pussy seeping down too, to mix with it.

What do you say? I grab a handful of hair on the black mans head, and yank him up into a sitting position

“Who is he?” I ask, my voice betraying the rage inside me

“who is this nigger you were fucking?”

“He is, was, my instructor, at business class.” She quavered, “I thought he loved me, he said you would expect me to ... since you work away so much lately ... he said ... everyone ... does it, the bastard wouldn’t stop.