The Sweet Wife by Charles Arnold Page A

arrived home the phone rang. With a sinking heart, fearing Brian had changed his plans and was returning, she picked it up.
    “You got the stuff I told you to buy?” It was Travis.
    She had trouble finding her voice, “Yes...I did. I bought them yesterday.”
    “Like I said, wear that stuff tonight and bring the other stuff to wear tomorrow at the interview.”
    “I don’t understand. What interview.”
    “You got to have a private talk with the Captain tomorrow. Didn’t you hear them say it at Jimmy’s?”
    “I...I guess so. I must have forgotten. Who is the Captain and why….”
    He cut her off, “The Captain is the boss He’s like the Mayor of Riverton. He runs it. Police…. everything. If the Captain don’t approve, you get sent home and are told don’t ever come back.”
    “But that doesn’t seem…”
    Again he interrupted, his voice angry, “Don’t be givin me no shit. Just do what you’re fuckin told, you got it?”
    “I’m sorry honey.”
    “You want me to fuck you?”
    She realized that she’d been hoping he’d ask that. “Oh, yes, honey. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock. It’s like you said on the night you were here. I think about it all the time. I…I...think about how you took me.”
    “What you gonna do first?”
    “Get on my knees.”
    “On your knees you gonna crawl to me.”
    “That’s right,” she said quickly. “I’ll crawl to you and kneel in front of you. I’ll take the position. I’ll beg you to let me suck your beautiful black cock.”
    “Just my cock?”
    “Oh, no. I’ll make love to your…your balls. I’ll lick your honey spot. And I’ll try my best to take more of you, more of your cock than I did last time.” She paused. He waited. She knew her pussy was soaked. “I want to be your woman. I want to worship my black lover’s cock. It’s all I think about. On my knees I want to worship my black lover’s cock.”
    “Now you gettin the idea. That’s the right attitude. You beginning to understand where you belong.”
    It was the first time he’d complimented her. She felt herself blushing. “Thank you, honey,” she said.
    “Did you get them plugs, them different size plugs I told you to get, them asshole plugs?”
    Her heart sank, “No I forgot…I didn’t know where, how…”
    “Dumb bitch honky woman!” he shouted. “I’ll tell Robert to stop at the place on the way here. He’ll let you know what to buy. You got to open yourself up. You know the black brothers gonna want to fuck your fine white ass.”
    She knew she had to object and if that wasn’t enough she had to hang up and turn back to the place that was safe and sane. She said nothing. When Travis spoke again, it was with a slow drawl, a mocking tone,
    “You gonna do that for us, ain’t you Mrs. O’Donnel? You’re gonna stretch your little white asshole ain’t you? You’re gonna offer it to us. You’re gonna take our black pricks up your virgin ass.” He waited a moment to let her fully understand what he’d said. “Tell me what you’re gonna do for you lover. Let me hear you say the words, baby. Tell your lover what you’re gonna do for him.””
    If the way he’d said “baby” hadn’t sounded like a term of affection, she might have hung up the phone and put an end to this craziness. She said, “I…I’ll get the plugs. I’ll open myself. I’ll offer my ass to you.”
    “Not just me, baby. I got friends. Do I need to fuckin remind you? I told you I’d take you back but only if you do whatever I say.”
    Speaking quickly before she could imagine the consequences she said, “Yes, of course, your friends. When I’m open…when I can take them, your friends can…can have me.”
    “That’s better. Don’t forget the picture.” He hung up.
    She sat for a long while listing in her head reasons for abandoning this whole frightening thing. The reasons were numerous and solid. She couldn’t think of a single reason for continuing with it. She closed