The Sweet Wife by Charles Arnold

worship the black man’s cock.”
    “I want you to keep on sayin that to yourself all the damn time.” He waited.
    “I will.”
    “Robert’s gonna bring you to a place. He’ll pick you up Saturday night at nine o’clock. I want you to get a new gown at that fancy store you went to last time. I seen one there yesterday. It’s black. Supposed to wear somethin under it cause it’s like see-through. But you don’t wear nothin under it. Get new shoes. Saw them there, too. Pumps they call them. Four or five inch heel. Classy. Them’s fuck-me shoes that don’t look like fuck-me shoes.”
    “Please, Travis, the money….” She began.
    “I don’t give a shit about that.” He cut her off. “Get it where you got it before. You won’t be goin home till Monday. Pack a bag, lipstick and that stuff. I want you to look hot. Oh, yeah, bring along them clothes you wore last time and bring that picture of your sister. You got what I’m sayin?”
    She knew if she said “no” that would end it. She hesitated, wanting desperately to tell him she couldn’t do what he demanded. Instead she put her hand between her legs again. “Yes honey,” she said. “I understand. But why my sister’s photograph? I mean what’s that for?”
    “Since when you askin questions? I say bring it, you bring it. You don’t want to do what I say, stay the fuck home.”
    “I’ll be ready at nine on Saturday.”
    “What you want to do? Say it.”
    She had trouble controlling her voice, “I want to worship the black man’s cock.”
    “Which black man?”
    “You, Travis, honey. I want to worship your cock. On my knees I want to worship your cock.”
    “How you gonna do that?”
    She had been imagining it for days, “I’ll be pretty for you. My lips will be bright red and wet. My mouth will be hot. I’ll kneel in front of you. I’ll kiss it, soft gentle kisses all over your beautiful cock. I’ll hold it against my cheeks, I’ll lick it, lick it everywhere, lick your balls, lick under your balls.” Her breath was coming faster. “I’ll skin it back and lick around the rim. I know you like to watch me do that. I’ll take it into my mouth, deeper than the last time. I’ll suck your black cock, suck it for a long time, make love to it.”
    She heard the click of the receiver as he hung up and immediately she had a powerful orgasm.
    She walked the five blocks to the bank where she withdrew another four hundred dollars. Two more blocks took her to Ailene’s. The gown and shoes Travis mentioned were on display. Both were just right for her: a size six gown and size four shoes. Without trying them on, she paid and hurried back home. To keep her resolve, she continued to repeat the phrase Travis had given her. “I worship my black lover’s cock.”
    A part of her mind kept telling her this was insane. It was a road from which there would be no return. Her family would suffer and eventually she would pay a terrible price. But there was this other thing…this rush of heat to her crotch when she repeated her mantra, the way her nipples stiffened immediately when she thought of Travis. She was troubled to find that remembering how she’d exposed herself in the circle of light on the dance floor also excited her. She tried to comfort herself with the thought that this was just something she had to work through and in a little while she would be done with it.
    She had just time to hide her purchases before the children came home. In the morning, she helped them pack. By ten o’clock Brian was backing out of the driveway. Sara and Billy were waving to her. She waved back, then ran inside and threw herself down on the couch where she sobbed uncontrollably for half an hour.
    Determined to shut her husband and children out of her mind, she spent the afternoon having her nails done and a pedicure, fingers and toes bright red. She also had her hair styled. These were things that she’d never even considered in the past.
    Shortly after she