The Sweet Wife by Charles Arnold Page B

her eyes and imagined the way the huge black man had dominated her right from the start. She saw herself in the upstairs bedroom kneeling before him naked, opening her mouth wide to take the enormous head of his black cock. She remembered with surprise and shock that the horrible length and thickness of his prick had been inside her. She’d even discovered later that his cock had ripped her slightly. Some of his cum mixed with her blood. She found the thought of that excited her, even now.
    After a few moments she went into the bathroom and ran a tub of very hot water. She soaked for a long time deciding, finally, that she would go, but just his one time. She had no intention of taking Eileen’s photograph. After her bath, she rubbed her body with the perfumed oil and carefully made up her face.
    The black gown fit perfectly. It was cut to a “V” that exposed most of her back. Thin straps looped over her shoulders where another open “V” bared the inside swell of her breasts. It was clear she wore nothing under the gown. A slit extended along the left side from the hem almost the entire length of her leg. Both her breasts and pussy would be easily accessible. She squeezed her tiny feet into the pumps which were also cut low across the base of her toes. Although the thin heel was at least four and a half inches, she was not as unsteady as she had been. The shoes, in fact, were comfortable. Quality pays, she thought.
    Standing before the mirror, she was startled by her image. She’d exaggerated the fullness of her lips. The gloss made them shine, bright red and wet. She had also applied heavier eye shadow and mascara. Her blue eyes were bright with excitement. She’d not been in the sun so the pale flawless skin of her face contrasted dramatically with the black sheen of her hair.
    She watched herself take a few steps in the tight gown. It moved with her like a second skin. Each step revealed the whiteness of her leg which also appeared even whiter against the deep black of the gown. My black lover told me to look hot for him. She smiled at her reflection, I do. I look very hot. I think he’ll want me. I want him to want me.
    She put her make-up kit into an old gym bag along with the skirt, blouse, and shoes she’d worn at Jimmy’s. Before zipping the bag, she looked at Eileen’s photo. Her sister was a natural blonde. She had Maureen’s blue eyes and smooth skin. Recently she’d just turned nineteen and, Maureen felt certain, was still a virgin.
    In high school Eileen had been rather skinny and terribly shy. She excelled in sports and built her social life around the various teams she played on: basketball, volleyball, stick hockey, and track. Since entering college last fall, she had filled out: strong beautifully shaped legs, breasts slightly bigger than Maureen’s, a tiny waist, and a round firm ass.
    Maureen was afraid to imagine why Travis wanted Eileen’s photograph. She closed the gym bag. He’ll be angry, but I’m not taking it, she decided.
    At exactly nine o’clock Robert’s taxi pulled up in front of the house. Maureen threw the old raincoat over her gown, picked up the bag, and hurried out, hoping none of the neighbors were watching. She settled into the front seat next to Robert. He nodded, “You got everything?” he asked.
    She pointed to the bag, “Yes, in there.”
    “Travis said to remind you about the picture. Is it in the bag?”
    “Ah, I...I forgot. Can’t we just skip it. I’ll bring it next time.”
    “Travis orders. The picture comes with you or you don’t go nowhere. Now, get out of the cab.” He reached across her and opened the door. “Either bring the fuckin picture or stay home. I’ll wait five minutes.”
    Back inside the house, Maureen sat on the bed and looked at the photograph of her smiling sister. Her alarm clock was next to it. Four minutes went by. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she took the photograph and hurried down the stairs out to