A Not So Prim & Proper Wife Ch. 06

"Tessa, no! Don't! Don't give them the satisfaction!" Daniel interjected, even as his own dick stuck up and near full-mast.

She purred sensually in reply, as Duane had settled his pubic bone against hers and was shimmying back and forth, making her clit not only peek from under its protective shield, but pay the price for that by sending bolt after bolt of pleasure through her, quickly rising the tide of that raw sexual tension in her. Every move he made cause Tessa to mew, and then begin to moan. It was then Duane got serious, and started to pull back his hips, withdrawing his cock from her until just the head was in. Then he gave her a full, long thrust, her back arching again as she writhed under his assault. The feelings she had dreaded were there, and coming on fast. The mewing grew louder until it was nothing but moans, each thrust of his black cock inside her making her voice express her lustful pleasure.

Soon she was gasping for air in large gulps, her large melons, marked with the heavy use and abuse of the young blacks were jostling as a team, in recognition of Duane's heavy thrusting. She could not help but become lost to the pleasure as she emitted her tongue, a lewd waggling in the air, eager to kiss her black lover. She was whimpering as she was denied, until Duane finally descended onto her, and let his thick lips mesh with hers for a long few moments, a display he made sure Daniel saw. The kiss would grow more lewd as their lips broke contact, and yet their tongues did not, and Dan could see the very same movements his wife made with him when the made love, only now she was doing it for the black man.

Daniel had wanted to turn his head, not wanting to watch. His wife, having been defiled by the two thugs now appeared to be making love to the last one? To him, she should have resisted to the bitter end, yet she only gave a token fight. She had given in to him so easily. The thought made him sick to his stomach, and yet his cock was harder than ever. Pre-cum was ejecting in small spurts, and the images he had been watching had given him more sexual energy that a month's worth of time having sex with Tessa.

The most devastating thing was her tongue. How could she kiss him like that? She didn't say it, but it was clear to him she wanted to. He couldn't help but see the slick saliva of the two tongues as they caressed each other, another display of passion Daniel had not really ever gotten from his wife. Her hips were rocking up to meet his thrusts, and she was vocal about the pleasure every time, not most times, but every time! What the Hell had happened to his wife? Had that asshole Boss of hers turned her into some sort of slut? Had they been having an affair all this time, and he finally stumbled in on them? The image if Tessa on that same bed, her skirt slid open, and her legs wide as she was plundered by the tall, slender African flashed back to his eyes, and her reactions. Again, not a single sound or reaction she ever had with him!

That was the last straw, and as he thought it, and his ears still hearing the passionate sounds of his wife having willing sex with the coal-black thug, his dick erupted with another small flow of his ejaculate. It burst out and then dribbled down his manhood, to spread down his crotch and make himself a sticky mess. Small dribbles would follow, until his shaft started to flatten a few seconds later, the flow to be replaced with a post-emission drain, as his pipes emptied. Dan was ashamed in his climax, but no one noticed. All other eyes were fixed on Duane and Tessa, as he made her orgasm.

Her eyes had been transfixed on Duane's, until her eyes grew heavy-lidded, her mind was lost in this affair of the flesh. The sounds, the heat, the sheer power of Duane as he pummeled her was driving her mind crazy. Her muscles went from trembling to flexing, despite the pain of being bound for so long. Her ankles locked behind his back, as her hands reached to grab around his neck, and hold her to him, as she shuddered violently. There was no mistaking her voice for pain, it was the scream of pure sexual release. Duane had finally broken the damn of tension built up in her and when it burst, she wriggled and squirmed in a ferocity none of the men had ever seen before, including Daniel.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't you dare stop!"

She cried out, as her Kegel muscles were clamping down on her lover's shaft, her tunnel trying to make nature follow its path. She wanted Duane's semen in her, and deeply, and she made sure he knew it.

"Give it to me, give me your baby! Fill me with your seed, you black bastard!"

"Tessa! No! He's raping you!"

Dan gasped as he heard his wife's raw, lewd demands as she shook so. Her efforts to keep him inside her shocked him into disbelief! How could this be? Was his wife now somehow 'converted'? Daniel had never given thought to such things, as he had not really ever found the need for porn, as he had his pretty wife and she had kept him very satisfied. Was she learning of better sex than he could provide her?

"Fuck'er, Dude! Knock the bitch up!" Charles chimed in with a bellow. "Show her what she's missin'!"

Andre simply sat back on the other chair, his nude cock laying limply, and like Dan's cock, he was dripping remnants of his time with Dan's wife. Yet he bore a very wide smile. He felt vindicated, finally. He had turned the ever prim and proper wife into a slut.

For his part, Duane had been holding out for as long as he could, but Tessa's lewd cries did him in, and he drove his cock into her, his cock pulsing in the globs of hot black baby-makers as they pumped from his body into hers, and her quivering cervix. Each little tremor causing her body to sip into the pool of mixed genetic material. Her body was trying to make a baby as best it could, despite her husband's demands, and an incoherent Tessa's wishes.

It was as Duane was flexing his ass, the tight buttocks showing Daniel that his cock was pumping his cum into her, that the bedroom door burst in, and all eyes turned, save Tessa's, who was too lost in the haze of sexual bliss. It was Andre who gulped, first, and audibly, his eyes going wide. It was that universal expression that everyone makes, the one that says "Oh, Shit!"

The man who entered the room was lean, and tall, and exceptionally well-dressed in a tailored pinstripe-blue suit, with vest, even, a blinding white button shirt, with a red tie. His body stood motionless, letting his eyes take in the scene for perhaps a few full seconds, then his voice rumbled, with a hard anger and a deep accent. Reaching behind his back, and under his coat, he drew out an aged, hook-bladed knife, the handle of which was worn through evidently long and even heavy use.

Duane's and Andre's eyes grew wide, and they each gulped, even as Duane's cock pulsed the final squirts of his baby-makers into his conquest. Duane slowly moved off of Tessa, his cock flopping lazily, his sex drive sated, once again, for at least the eighth time since the ordeal began. Andre slowly rose to his feet; his own cock at half-mast, as his arousal had begun, watching the white wife endure more sexual carnage. But it was Charles who broke the spell, and began to mouth off.

"Hey, who da' fuck are you? Get the fuck out!"

He ended his words by rising to his feet, and advancing a step or two towards Ofi. The tribal prince had not moved a muscle, save his eyes, until Charles moved, but as he was challenged, he moved with a speed that belied his size. It was a building fury that kept him immobile, his eyes too shocked to believe what his nephews had done. Charles was kind enough to break that build-up at which Ofi was merely furious.

Taking one large step with his long legs, Ofi was blade-first and mere inches from the challenger's face, the hooked blade ready to remove an eye, but only for the flick of his wrist. Ofi's deep voice began to speak, but in words neither Tessa or Dan could understand. It was a dialect known in Africa, and both Duane and Andre, while not exactly knowing what he was saying, understood the basics.

Andre broke in. "Chuck... nigga' don't. Just stop. He's really mad." His voice was low, and spoke with caution, as his eyes never left Ofi. He was trembling, now, as real fear was coursing through his veins.

Duane, for his part, stood near the bed, and actually held his hands up. A better student that either of the other young men, he had a better understanding of how close to serious injury Charles was.

Andre, for his part, slowly reached for his clothes, and started getting dressed, with Duane picking up the idea after, and searching with his eyes until he at least could find his pants. During all of this, Ofi then barked a few harsher words, and Duane replied in English.

"Hey, we're sorry, we're sorry. Listen, man, are we sorry. We didn't know, alright? We didn't know what you did. So we'll get out. All of us..."

Charles was still angry, but was slowly getting the picture. To help motivate him, Andre found his shirt and threw it at him, hitting Charles in the chest. Ofi slowly moved to place his body between that of the boys and Tessa, feeling around until he could pull the silky satin sheet up to cover her. To Ofi, Tessa was his wife, and had been for weeks. The boys had done a very, very dishonorable and shameful act. Not only did they defile Tessa, but also they had done on he and his family's name. There would be consequences to suffer.

At last alone, with the blade never lowering below his waist, Ofi spoke in his best English.

"I do not know what has happened, Tessa, but there will be severe punishments."

It was then he took a more serious look at Daniel. Using his knife, he used the sharp blade to easily sever the elastic cords, letting them fly about as the tension was released. As Daniel began to fall forward, Ofi caught him by the shoulder and held him upright. Daniel was left sitting there, in immense pain, physical, emotional, and psychological.

Being stripped to his ankles, and his cock deflated as his own semen soaked his crotch, it was obvious that the eroticism had broken him. Daniel began to sob, and Ofi was in the awkward position of having to support his wife's ex-husband, as Ofi saw it. To Daniel, he had to be supported by the very man who had taken and seduced his wife on that very same bed. There was near-silence in the room, as Tessa looked on, forming ideas in her mind. She now saw each man in a different light. She began to shed her own tears, softly, as she hugged a pillow from the floor.

Once Daniel had regained some balance, Ofi moved quickly to Tessa, sheathing the blade behind his back again, with a practiced ease. For her part, Tessa was beyond the point of tears. She had been so sexually decimated by the young men that she was almost no longer caring what happened to her, other than making sure she had orgasms. But when she got to lay her eyes on Daniel, she had nothing but pity in her gaze.

"I love you." Daniel blubbered out to her.

With Ofi tending to her abused and sore body, she could only look at him, and said nothing...