Author; Ace, Storyace

title; The convict's wife 3

part 3 of 6

4,600 words

Codes; M/f/

Summery;   Debbie tells of her new lover, a handsome black highschool athlete, and her new job working for the old voyeur next door.

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The Convict's wife, part 3;

My wife goes to work for a dirty old man 

For the next year my wife lived with Freddy, when she came to visit she told me about her adventures as a schoolboy's girlfriend; it seems the kid had lost all the excess weight, and with his hot older lover and her Harley Davidson sportster, was the coolest, happiest, and most regularly fucked kid on the block, and who reportedly had the libido to make love with her daily, often twice. She expanded her online business but hit a plateau, as supply was limited. She hung around with Freddy and his young friends, and told me details of their lives that would bore a normal person; but to me the gossip was like food and water. 

She told me she now intentionally left the curtains open, knowing Jason was probably watching her as she took photos of herself in various outfits, stripped to her underwear or sometimes naked, and dressed again.  

She visited me every month, telling me details of her escapades with the boy and his friends.

Debbie burst into the drab visiting room wearing another ornate antique dress that covered her from the neck down, yet was totally hot. Debbie looked like an actress from a period drama, too beautiful to be real. She strode into the visiting room with the brash confidence of a woman who knew her desirability, who loved her own magnetism.

I got my precious 5 second kiss, and slipped her the little cup of come that she'd requested. She slid something into my back pocket; a nude of herself I found later.  

As usual, she prattled on about nothing for about 5 minutes so that anyone listening in would probably get bored and move on. Shopping and gardening details, when I knew she had no money for shopping and never worked in the garden. 

"Why are you still there?" I asked her. "It's not right Deb. You're like a tiger in a cage, you need to be free." 

"I am free Harvey." She said; "It's fine. I'm getting a good seeing to every night, no stress, no worries, got me view of the garden, and I can come up to see you regular. I started working for Jason part time." 

"The old pervert from next door?" 

"That's the one. I do a few hours at his place every day, straightening up and that sort of thing. Keeps me busy and the extra cash doesn't hurt." 

"Isn't it a bit weird?" 

"Oh, it's very weird."  Debbie confirmed. "He just sits there and watches me, undressing me with his eyes like."  

"You're kidding, right?" 

"The old guy just likes to watch me. No fondling or nothing, that's the arrangement. He's been begging me to do it with Fred in the living room with the drapes open, but I told him that wouldn't be right.  I can let him feast his eyes on meself, but I can't make Fred part of the deal.  

"I always wear something nice for him though; it's kind of sweet, really. Jason works from home and there's paperwork all over the place. I've been wearing 50's outfits; tight tops with puffy shoulders, and big skirts, with fluffed out hair and all. Yesterday I sorted all his mail in a short skirt and a low-cut blouse, left two buttons open, while he just sat there staring. I was pretty randy by the time Freddie got home from school." 

She smiled as she thought of her voyeuristic employer and her enthusiastic child-lover. 

"Interesting business that Jason has." She continued, "Bids on construction projects for the city; if he wins one, he subcontracts out the lot. Hasn't got so much as a hammer to his name." 

"That sounds a bit dodgy." I said. 

"It is." She said. "It's all about connections and trust; sounds like our old biz, don't it?" 

"Yeah." 

"I'm on the books as his secretary, so I have some declarable income and health insurance." She said, "Like a proper American." 

"That's good." I said cautiously. 

"You know he's a fossil, Harv; nice fella, older than my granddad. He likes to look, and I like being looked at. Fred's off at school all day, so it's good to have someone to talk to. Sometimes we watch movies and all, I sit there in me corset and stockings, half bra, naughty bits on full view. Just a bit of fun.  

"He likes to massage me feet; I told him no higher than the ankle, that's the limit. He's impotent; I checked." 

"How did you check?" I asked. 

"Simple; while he was sucking me toes, I put me other foot in his crotch. Nothing, nothing at all happening down there. Poor fella." 

The next year went by agonizingly slowly for me, peppered by Debbie's occasional story about her exploits with Freddie; She went everywhere with him, and the sexy English biker girl gave the spotty kid huge status that was often quite funny. And her job as Jason's exhibitionist housekeeper / secretary filled whatever time was left. 

Debbie always kept my prison account topped up so I could buy things from the commissary and make phone calls to her, so she could give me explicit blow by blow descriptions of sex with the boy, and the outrage she had fun causing as she fooled around with the kid in public.  

"Fred will be off to university soon." She said as we sat down at the little table in the visiting room. She tucked the cap of come I gave her into her underwear; she'd stopped drinking it when I gave it to her, but said she still wanted to have it. 

"So what are you going to do? Can you stay after he leaves?" 

"I could, but it would be weird. You know His parents, Justine and John, are into swinging, or "the lifestyle" as they call it. That's why they go away most weekends. Anyway, Justine told me as soon as Fred moves out, they'll be "hosting" at their place. Group sex, that's what they do, weird stuff don't you think? Fred wants me to come with him, but it's too far away from here for me to visit you. Anyway, who would look after the garden? The rose bush is fabulous by the way, healthy if you know what I mean. So I don't know, really. Anyway, I have a little problem to take care of first." 

"What's that?" 

"Well, Fred is absolutely bonkers about me, and says he won't go to Uni if I don't go with him. I mean, that's crazy, he's a complete geek, he has to go. He could go to a local school, but it's not on his level. And besides, his parents want him out of the house so they can have their fun. Clever as he is, Fred's never figured out that his parents are both sex maniacs. 

"Anyway, like I told you, Fred have these friends, Martin and Haley. Odd couple they are, he's this big black kid who plays on the school basketball team, and she's a tiny little blond girl. I was talking to her the other night while the boys were watching sports. 

"I asked her if it was alright at school, the interracial thing, because where I'm from it would be endless trouble. Like, there would be murders. 

"Oh no, it's fine." She said to me, "Actually it's really cool. That's why I went out with him; I was a nobody before, but now everyone thinks I'm special." 

"So it's like, reverse racism?" 

 "In the beginning, for sure. I wanted to be the girl who dates a black boy; everyone pretends it's normal, but it's not. I get a sort of strange respect, because everyone's still racist but in denial. Then when I got to know him I really liked him, and here we are. Everyone likes Martin, even my mother. I only got him to go out with me because he needed help with schoolwork."

 "We talked for a while, and then she told me the shocker;  

"We don't have sex!" she blurts out, "He says he respects me too much, and we should wait, but wait for what I don't know. Maybe he's gay or something, I don't know. I really like him Debbie, but Martin is just a friend. I like hanging out with him but I want a real boyfriend, who wants me for more than my brains." 

"I have to say Harvey, I was shocked; these kids have been joined at the hip for a year or more.  

"When we first got together, I told him I'd tutor him if he'd pretend to be my boyfriend at school. And somehow we got stuck in the friend mode."

 "But you two have been together for a year!" I said to her, "There's all hearts and stars circling in the air when you're in the room. I don't get it."

 "Me neither." She said. "Don't tell anyone this; I see someone else on the weekend, and I think he does too. I really like him but I've had enough, I'm tired or waiting for him to make the move."

 "Fucking hell, this is strange; so who's the other fella?"

 "I can't talk about it." she said, "He's an old guy and um... inappropriate. But no boy from my school dares ask me out when they think I'm Martin's girlfriend." 

"How do you feel about Freddy?" I asked her, "You like him don't you?"

 "She went all quiet and funny, so I laughed and she laughed too. Then I says to her, "Listen darling, we need to think outside the box here. Or maybe what I really mean is we have to let our boxes do the thinking if you get my meaning." 

"No, what's your meaning?" she says, even though she most likely knows perfectly well what me bloody meaning was.

 "You use your box on Freddy, and I'll see about using mine on Martin, that's what I mean darling." I says. "I'll get Martin off your back, and you get Fred off mine."

 "She just looked at me all shocked, like it never even occurred to her. These American girls Harvey, they're such a laugh; all demure and proper on top, but down below they're more slutty than I am.

 "So you're saying you'd... go all the way with Martin."

 "Well someone has to do it! I'll just have to sacrifice myself for the common good; if it's really what you want. I don't think he respects me too much to get naughty, but there's only one way to find out. Is he big down there? African lads are sometimes, more often than white boys anyway."

 "I thought size doesn't matter." She says to me.

 "That's what we tell the boys so they won't feel bad." I told her. "Well is he?"

 "Huge." She says with a shy little smile. "I had it in my hand a couple of times; he was hard and everything, but then he just pulled away and said it wouldn't be right."

 "Is he religious or something?" I asked her.

 "No. Just weird." She said. "Do you really want to swap?" 

"So you and Martin have never had a proper fuck?" I asked her, "That's crazy."

 I took her to the bedroom and dressed her up in some of my clothes, so she looked like the tart she really is. I put on a tight little black dress that pushed me knockers up to me chin. Then we went back downstairs. The boys were oblivious, shouting at the TV like boys do.

 I sat down between them, which meant the only place left for Haley was next to Fred. I put an arm around each of the boys, and stroked Martin's thick black neck with my fingers.

 "He was a bit fidgety, but he didn't do anything to stop me. There wasn't much he could have done actually, without making a scene. I stole a glance down at his lap, and I could see the outline of that rod Haley had told me about."

 Debbie smiled at me, still as sexy as ever. Her blue eyes sparkled, her sexy shape couldn't be hidden even under the voluminous dress she was wearing. 

"Go on." I prompted her, "Tell me what happened."

 "Well, you'll be happy to know Fred dipped his wick in young Haley. I think I might be free of him soon, she's what he needs, they're both toff geeks.

 "So actually, if you just left them to their own devices, most likely Haley would end up with Fred anyway." 

"What would be the fun in that?" Debbie scoffed.

 "So what about the black kid?" I asked her.

 "Well, do you want the short boring version, or the long detailed spicy one?"

 If there was a long detailed spicy one, then I pretty much knew everything already.

 "I'll go for the short version" I said.

 "I fucked the nigger." She said.

 There was a silence.

 "Ok, give me the long version." I said, "And by the way, you don't use that word around anyone else, do you?" 

"Of course not, but I think I'm allowed to now, since I've been having it off with Martin. 

"To be honest, I was a bit disappointed." Debbie said, "He wasn't even ten inches. He was well hard though, and eager too. He thought it was just a onetime romp, he didn't know we girls had a plan. He gave it to me good and proper he did, and I have to admit, the whole race thing was a real turn on. BIG BLACK COCK, Harvey, right up me pink little hole. What do you think of that?

 I groaned an agonized response. 

"Look at it this way Harvey, would it be better if I found an actual bad boy, a grown man with an income, maybe a bike of his own, and rode off with him? These kids are just a bit of fun. You know they'd fly off like leaves in the wind if you were home.  

"The boys resisted at first; I slid onto Martin's lap and kissed him, he had a hardon but I suppose he didn't know how to respond, what with Haley and Freddy there. Haley's not as brazen as me, she was just sitting next to Fred waiting for him to start.

 The whole thing was about to blow over, so I got off Martin and pulled Haley onto her feet, and undressed her right in front of the lads. No one said a word, they were just staring at us like zombies. We did a little show; sliding around a little on the carpet together, and that Haley was right into it; I think she might well be AC/ DC. We even had a snog."

 "Did you like it?" I asked. I had noticed that Debbie was extra friendly to pretty women, to the point of flirtation.

 Uncharacteristically, my wife hesitated before answering.

 "Yeah, I did actually." She admitted. "I didn't expect to get all hot and bothered by it, I was just getting off on what it was doing for the lads. But then she was all over me with her soft pale skin and her little hands and her perfect little bum and her big eyes Harvey. It was quite stimulating. I don't know if it's the exhibitionist in me, or just the sensation of her. I appreciate female beauty but I've never had any urge to get naughty with a girl, well not before this happened with young Haley.  

"She was squeezing my tits and kissing me nipples, tongue up me neck. Then the snog; I wish you could have seen it. Soft and sensual, her little hands holding my face, her juicy little tongue in me mouth, and my hands on her round white bum! Cor, it made me wet, and the lads were so turned on that they even forgot the game. Or maybe it had ended by then, I'm not sure.

 "So anyway, I told those boys to get their clothes off, because if I didn't get them involved I was sure Haley was going to put her face in me bits, and I wasn't quite ready to cross that line. Can you imagine, Harvey? A little American schoolgirl, and she'd shown me up. 

The lads were a bit hesitant at first, but they did it. I reached out and took Martin's prick in me hand, all hot and stiff, and I looked at Fred, and he was just goggle eyed staring back at me as I stroked his big pal's black pole. He was confused, I could see he was turned on by it, but at the same time he knew it might break us apart. 

Haley was just sitting there like a shot duck, so I pointed at her then at Fred's stiff thing, and she shuffled forward. I looked up at Martin, and I almost had to stop. He just looked so sad, Harvey; he had it figured out you see. He knew exactly what the game was, that Haley was dumping him. Freddy didn't have a clue I think; he was just standing there with his cock in Haley's mouth grinning like an idiot.

 "Anyway, Fred went into our bedroom with Haley while Martin and me got naughty the sofa. I was conflicted as well, Harvey; it was a bit nasty of me to be interfering with the kids, and I knew it would hurt Freddy, and you, and probably Martin. The fucking part is always fun, but there's an emotional price after. We pretend it's nothing, but there's always attachment, for me at least. 

"That Martin, he might be seventeen but his body is like a coal lorry. The muscles on him! I was almost frightened. He started running his hands up and down everywhere. His hands were all soft, but black, so black. Ooh, I liked it. I was running my hand up and down his stiff black cock as he sucked on me tits, when I realized the curtains were open just a crack. I just knew Jason was watching, cheeky bastard. It was just dusk you see, and even though we didn't have any lights on, he could see everything."

 Debbie paused, excitement on her face as she told me her story.

 "So what did you do?" I asked, noticing that as usual, one of her hands was on the table and the other was inside her dress somewhere.

 "Well I just kept right on snogging Martin and pulling his plonker, so's the old bastard could see it. The whole thing was suddenly much more interesting; I got to say Harv, I wasn't really into getting involved with that Martin. I mean, a little bout on the sofa is all well and good, but I've done the schoolboy thing already and he lives on the other side of town with his parents. Other than the color thing, it was just another shag and I didn't need the trouble. But when I thought of the old fella watching it changed for me.  

"I pushed Martin onto his back and went down on him. I stroked and sucked his big prick, he was hard as nails, and I was getting pretty randy over the whole thing. He was all hot and hard in me mouth; big and young, Harvey, nigger dick pulsing and bulging against me tongue as I fingered his tight young balls and bent over so me naked bum was showing to anyone watching.  

"I imagined old Jason, eyes bugging out of his head, watching us, and I was randy enough to ignore me doubt and press on. 

"I got above the boy, I held my knee out so the old man could see Martin's black thing in me hand as I lowered meself down, and let it slide in. I didn't look but I just knew he was watching. Cor, but it felt good going in, Harvey. There's nothing in the world like a big hard hot cock filling me middle. I sat on his thighs for a bit, holding his face and looking into his eyes. It was beautiful, sweet, and so fucking sexy... his penis was pulsing inside me, I could feel his energy, on the edge of bursting. I bent down and kissed him for a while, not sure if he could hold out if I moved me bottom around. I squeezed him tight with me cunt muscle, all wet and tight, white and black, and thought about what Haley had told me about everyone being racist.

 "It must be true, because otherwise why was it so exciting? You still don't see many inter-racial couples, and when you do you think 'oh! mixed couple, how nice, or exciting, or naughty, right? There's something primal about it, something deep in us that knows that mating with a person from the other tribe is out of order, it could bring big trouble. And it's still a bit like that today. If a white woman pops out a black baby, she can never pretend she didn't do it. 

"I started rotating me hips and lifting up and down a little, I held the boy's face between me tits and looked up through the window, and sure enough I could see Jason staring back, completely blatantly, not even pretending to be doing something else. Well that was too much for me, I looked into the old geezer's eyes and felt the young black dick up me middle, hands tight on me back, smooth face against me tits, and I came harder than I have since you got nicked."

 Debbie was breathing hard as she told the tale; I wished I could stick my finger in her so she didn't have to have her own in there. My wife was looking into my eyes, her face was flushed, her breathing ragged.

 "Shit Debbie, we could lose visiting privileges!" I said, "Keep it together." 

"Oh Harvey, Why do you think I wear these stupid dresses when I come here?" she wheezed as her orgasm passed. "That was as close as I'm going to get to shagging you for another couple of years. Anyway, I never heard there was a rule against frigging yourself off while you visit your husband." 

"They'll make one if they catch you, and it will be retroactive." I said.

 Federal prison doesn't have conjugal visiting, or parole. You do your time as the judge ruled. Not many cases are federal, mostly really big crooks, mafia guys and financial types. I was an anomaly in there, no one even believed me when I told them I got 5 federal for cannabis.   

 "Yeah, right, where was I? Ah yes, I rode the black lad and snogged him. His hands were sliding up and down me back and he was kissing my tits and then me mouth, he's a strong young lad Harvey, yet ever so gentle. He got off the sofa and lifted me up, hands under me bum, and I wrapped me legs around his hips and me arms around his neck. He just stood there holding me up like I was a doll, big black cock still in me. He was lifting me up and down with his big strong arms, God it was good, a demonstration of power, he just held me like that, no problem like, big cock up to me tits in there, knees over his elbows, hands behind his neck, looking into his young dark eyes, and I came again.  

"I could see he was into it, yet conflicted too. He knew he couldn't keep me, he knew his girl was getting it on with Freddy and that they were both shifting to LA in a couple of months. Maybe that's why he didn't come when I did, because I have to tell you Harvey, I wasn't holding anything back. I was shouting and heaving on him, staring into his handsome face, squeezing everywhere. Most guys pop their cork at a show like that.

 "When I was calm again, he put me onto the sofa on me back, legs around his bum as he gave it to me hard for a time. It was nice, big cock sliding in and out, the strong young lad all excited and energetic, banging me and giving me a nice little kiss every now and again. Finally, I felt him go all funny, and I knew he was going to come in me; I squeezed his cock with me pink vagina Harv, and I came again while the lad pumped me full of schoolboy spunk." 

My wife closed her eyes for a moment as she finished her tale, her lips parted slightly, concentrating on her finger and her clitoris as she came in the chair in front of me. I glanced at the guard, sitting behind a desk at the end of the room; he didn't seem to notice us, but my fellow convicts did. word had spread about my strangely dressed hot young wife who got herself off in the visiting room.  

"Oh, that was lovely." Debbie said when she was through.

 "So what's the situation now?" I asked.

 "I don't know, Harvey. I moved into the guest room but Fred is still moony over me. I told him it's over, nothing to do with him and Haley even, we always had an end date. Haley has been great, in there consoling him every afternoon after school, Martin's a good lad but you know the thrill won't last long. Fred's mum wants me to stay after Fred leaves, maybe that will work out."

 "So let me get his straight;" I said, "Fred is with Haley, and you have some sort of relationship with Martin?"

 "Yeah, that's about right." Debbie said. "Haley and Martin are coming over on the weekend when we'll have the house to ourselves again."

 "Are you going to leave the drapes open?" 

"I'm not sure." She said, "I might do. I was back at Jason's place, neither of us mentions him watching me and Martin. I just do me work, while he watches. He has me typing out emails for him, has some arthritis problem he says; or maybe he just likes to look down me blouse bouncing while I type. I don't wear a bra when I go over to his, so it's all a bit wobbly if you know what I mean." 

She looked at me bright eyes as she told me of the dirty old voyeur she was working for. 

 Over the next two months, Debbie continued to have sex with Martin. She gave me stroke by stroke descriptions of it all when she visited; she was still working for the old man on the other side of the garden too, doing his cleaning and secretarial work in ever more revealing attire.

 "Jason told me he's having a hip replacement next month, and he'll be in bed for weeks after and would I be willing to look in on him a few times a day like, and see to his needs." She told me. 

"What are his needs?" I asked. 

Debbie laughed coyly; "Well darling, your guess is as good as mine. But seriously, you can't do anything after an operation like that, He just needs a hand is all. Handjob. No! Only joking, you know his pecker doesn't work. Fred will be gone by then so I'll have more time. He doesn't have cancer by the way, just had an enlarged prostate was all."

After she left I looked at her smiling picture on the wall of my cell, then at the few nudes she'd smuggled in to me over the years.

"Hey, let me see those too." My cellmate said from behind me. "Man, your chick is so hot."

What goes on inside stays inside, and I won't talk about what happened next.

 The Convict's Wife Part 4

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