THE ROW
by Capt Feg

Jack and I had been married for nearly two years. Lately we had
started to argue and fight a lot. We usually managed to make it
up and get back to a normal life for a day or two afterwards. We
had a row midweek. Jack promised to take me out on the Saturday
night for a meal. I spent most of Saturday afternoon getting
ready. I decided I would go the whole hog for him and wear
stockings and a dress that shows off more of me than I like
people to see, but I knew he loved me to wear it. 

So you can imagine how I felt when he came in blind drunk and in
the row that followed we began to say horrid things to each
other. I stormed from the house. I didn't have a clue where I
was heading and I didn't care. It was still only six in the
evening, and I just decided I would get as drunk as he was. I
went to a bar very close to home. I think that shows I had no
intention of picking anyone up.

I stood alone in a quiet corner, trying to avoid the unwanted
attentions of other men. I have no idea of how many drinks I
had, but when the barman asked if I would like a drink from 
Roger in the other bar I just accepted. Soon it seemed they were
sending in another and so on. After about half an hour or so,
Roger came round and introduced himself. It's hard to describe,
maybe the best way is just to  say he had a Rastarfarian
appearance,  but with the  biggest smile I have ever seen.  

He chatted away non-stop, but more to the point he was
complimenting me, something I had not had a lot of recently. He
invited me  to join him and his two friends in the other bar.  I
knew I would be making a bad move, but went anyway. 

Whilst I sat there, I was aware of  Roger touching me,  not
exactly sexually, just the occasional arm around the shoulder
and so on. I was also aware that my dress had slipped and anyone
standing at the right angle could  clearly see most of my
breasts. The funny thing was I was enjoying the thought of them
looking. Around nine, they suggested we left  and went back to
their place. 

I admit you would have to be a fool to think three guys would
buy you drinks and expect nothing to happen when they took you
to back to their place but Roger had courted me well, made me
feel valued and wanted. I went. We sat in their lounge while
they rolled and smoked joints.  I'm not a smoker, so I didn't
have any.  

Inhaling a cloud of smoke, Roger settled down on the settee, 
"Come on and suck me, baby." He said softly to me.  I didn't
believe my ears, but he repeated it and then undid his trousers
to expose himself. I looked from face to face and the other two
were equally relaxed, laid back in their chairs, smoking and
just smiling at me. I looked back to Roger, who was now fully
erect and gently masterbating himself.  I had only seen a black
cock in pictures before, and the sight of this was definitely
turning me on.  I also felt excited by the idea of being
watched. It was just as if I was watching myself stand up. 

"Take your clothes off baby" Roger's eyes roved over the parts
of my body I generally like to keep covered up. Long seconds
dragged by as I fought with myself about whether to do as he
asked or be indignant and leave. Hesitantly  my hands sought the
fasteners on my dress. As each was undone by fingers not
entierly under my control, but acting on Roger's request, I felt
a high of sexual excitement building. I had never done this
before. I had never felt like this before. My dress slipped from
my shoulders, down my body and to the floor at my feet. My
hesitation seemed to excite them. Their eyes bored into me as I
reached behind my back and slipped the hooks on my bra. I pulled
it from my shoulders, I felt it slide down my arms. Their
attention fixed on my breasts. My nipples were so hard I thought
they would pop. The room was totally silent except for the sound
of their breathing.  The two guys on either side of Roger were
now leaning forward in their seats. Roger was still laid back,
slowly rubbing his penis with his hand and cooing flattery about
my body, my breasts, my movements. 

"Come on and suck me, baby." Roger repeated.

In stockings and  panties, I moved as if pulled by a magnet
towards him.  I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my
hand.  As soon as I wrapped my fingers around him I began to
feel my lower tummy turn to liquid.  What was happening to me was
incredible.  

I lowered my head to take him in my mouth. I tasted the precome
that had escaped from him and began to move my head up and  down
his shaft, oblivious to the other two men in the room, as I
sucked and  licked  Roger's cock. 

It seemed in no time at all he was building up to come and then
I felt the warm liquid spread over my tongue and throat as he
shot his seed in my mouth. I swallowed and kept on sucking until
he began to go soft. I felt an emptiness in my belly, and a
burning itch between my legs. The other two were standing over
me with their flies undone, and ramrod stiff penises pointing at
me. It was clear that I was going to be their  plaything  for
the night.  And that was just what I wanted to be. 

Wordlessly, one of the guys reached out and took hold of my
breast. Pulling me after him, he led me to the bedroom. I
removed my  panties without saying anything, and got onto the 
bed.  In my mind I knew  what was coming and words seemed
pointless.  I wanted to be fucked and I was going to be. I
opened my legs as he climbed on top of me and guided his penis
into me. There was no passion on his part. His weight pushed me
down. He just pumped into me. Each stroke of his penis burying
deep into my belly, forcing the air from my lungs. Each lunge
dominated me, and each time I submitted, opening myself, arching
my cunt to accept his black penis. Being fucked like this was
giving me untold pleasure.  I was vaguely aware of the other two
standing at the foot of the bed and watching us fuck.

I should think my cries of pleasure could have been heard two
streets away.  Then he came, making a sound for the first time
as he grunted and thrust his penis as deep as it would go, 
shooting his sperm  deep  into  my belly,  giving me a feeling I
can't describe in words.  

The third  guy pulled me off the bed. He was tall, jet black,
and naked. He pulled me close to him. My body was crushed to his
hard muscles. I felt the silky ripple of his muscles as he
pushed my head down to my toes. He turned me round. I braced
myself against the side of the bed as I felt his cock push
against my asshole. I had never experienced anal sex before. The
thought that I might as well see what it was like, as I had done
so many things for the first time this evening, were brutally
cut short as I felt a rod of molten iron burn and rip into me. I
screamed in agony, pleading for him to stop. Frightened that he
had inflicted a grave injury on me. The agony subsided, slowly.
I can't say I really enjoyed the experience. I felt relief as he
tensed and ejaculated deep in my ass.  He withdrew and I fell
forward onto the bed. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled
me to him. I was not sure of his intention. He used my hair to
wipe his penis. Close to my face I saw a mixture of spunk, blood
and shit, being smeared into my hair. 

When he had finished with me I stayed alone in the bedroom,
curled up, thinking off what had happened to me in the last 20
minutes. It had all started with a row between me and my husband. 
It had not been my intention to end up with the taste of spunk 
lingering on my breath, or to feel the sticky ooze of spunk from 
my cunt and asshole. But I had done it, and enjoyed most of it. 
I suddenly felt tired and frightened, and wanted to go home.

I heard the sounds of low conversation between the three men in the
lounge. I got up and walked unsteadily into the lounge. They
took little notice of me as I gathered up my clothes and put
them on. As I let myself out of their flat Roger called after me 
"Good fuck, slut. Come on by and see us again". They made no attempt 
to stop me.

Caked in their spunk, matted hair, crumpled dress, a steady ooze
of sticky come dribbling from me, as I walked the deserted
streets home. 

I let myself quietly in. Jack was asleep on the settee. I
pondered over the night.  My emotions were mixed.  I wondered if
I wanted to try and make a go of my marriage. Or whether the
excitement of the past hours was worth repeating. I decided not
to tell Jack either way, until I had thought through carefully
what I wanted . 





