Sunday’s Game_, Part 4 · Part 1

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On Saturday Michelle was a wreck. At breakfast she was silent and when I spoke to her she jumped like I'd spooked her.

"What's the matter with you? You're as jumpy as a cat."

"Oh, nothing, I just have a few things on my mind."

"Anything I can help you with?" I asked trying hard to conceal the sarcasm in my voice.

"No, I'm going to a shower tomorrow with Myra," she lied, "and I was trying to think of a gift to bring. I have to go out shopping."

"Ummmm." I answered pretending to be engrossed in my paper. Looking at her, I felt pangs of desire. She was some beautiful woman and I missed the great sex we used to have, but then the images of her sucking on Jeff's cock came flooding back and my prick began to grow under the table. I reached down and tried to arrange it to make it more comfortable. I looked at Michelle as she went on, lying about her day, and thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow – about George's big black cock slipping between her ruby lips. God, this was driving me crazy.

"Well?" She was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face.

"What? Oh, I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else." I mumbled. Yes, I was thinking about something else, alright.

"I asked if you needed me to get anything for you while I'm out."

"I'll go with you." I offered.

"No, I'll be making several stops, Women's stuff and you'll be bored."

We used to go out on weekends and have fun shopping. If she went to a ladies store I'd go and watch her try things on and always suggest something sexy for her to buy. When did that end?

I watched her as she cleaned the dishes from the table and then gathered her things. In a few minutes she was backing out of the garage.

I put in a call to Henry to let him know the coast was clear and he could come over to check out his camera stuff. An hour later Henry arrived along with Dave and Charles, the X-rated film guy. We talked about the details of how it would go tomorrow. There was no way the crew could get into the house Sunday morning, so I needed to get Michelle out of the house tonight for an hour or two so the crew could get in and settled. They would spend the night in my attic.

Michelle was gone all afternoon and when she returned she had only a couple of bags. She didn't offer to show me what she'd purchased. I suspected she'd been shopping for a special outfit to wear for Jeff tomorrow, and when she had gone into our bedroom, I slipped out to the garage and checked her trunk. My suspicions were confirmed. There were several bags containing sexy dresses, lingerie, and even a pair of shoes with spike heels.. They must have been six inches long. Very sexy looking.

So much for her reluctance to meet with Jeff and George tomorrow. If I'd had any doubts about going through with the film production, they were erased when I saw the clothes.

That evening, it was tough getting her out of the house. Michelle wanted me to barbecue some hamburgers and just stay home. She said she was tired and needed to get a good night's sleep. I insisted but practically had to drag her out of the house. We went to a Chinese place, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom where I called Dave on my cell phone and let him know the coast was clear to move the crew in. We'd be out at least an hour.

When we got home, it was very quiet – there was no evidence that anyone was in the attic. They were very professional. Even the little cameras around the house were virtually undetectable. I could see several little dots in the corners of the bedroom but if I didn't know what they were I'd never have been suspicious.

I decided to give the guys upstairs a little thrill, so I insisted that we keep the lights on while we were undressing. Michelle wasn't very receptive to my advances, but I pushed hard and she finally gave in. I stripped her nude in the full light and turned her around so that the camera's could get good coverage.

Then I lay her on the bed and poured warm baby oil on her and gave her a long slow massage. She enjoyed that – since it didn't require any action on her part so there was no protest. As she got more and more excited, I spread her legs and lifted her hips to give the camera in the corner a full view of her open and wet pussy. I had a tremendous hardon and was looking forward to making love to her. Slowly, I brought her to an intense orgasm. As she calmed down I moved between her legs and started to mount her to relieve my own tensions.

"Please, Brad, Not tonight. I'm just very tired." Then she turned over and within seconds was sound asleep. I lay there awake for a long time, hurt and very angry.

Fuck her! It was now revenge time. Tomorrow my wife was going to have a ball while two guys fucked her brains out. And they were going to provide me the material to get my sweet revenge and even earn a bunch of money while doing it. Getting rid of a cheating wife and making a lot of money in the process – how sweet it is!

Next morning I was up at six – shower, coffee and toast and I was ready to leave. But I sat thinking for a long time. Today was going to be such an important crossroads for Michelle and me. I'd already decided, but I could still stop things. What was the use, Michelle had made her choice. I had to get going.

I went back to our bedroom to kiss Michelle goodbye; it really was goodbye. After today there would be nothing left of our marriage – no going back. I thought she was asleep, but when I walked in she was up and putting on a robe.

I don't know what made me do it, but I had to try one more time. "Michelle, I know things haven't been going well with us lately. What the hell, I don't really need to play golf today. What do you say if we just take off and drive down the coast. We can get a little motel on the water, a bottle of champagne; spend a couple of days, just the two of us."

She looked absolutely stunned, "Why, uh, we can't do that. You have to be to work on Monday."

"I'll take off Monday. Come on, let's do it. We'll have fun, I promise. Please Michelle."

"No, I can't. I promised Myra that I'd go shopping with her, and I have a million other things to do. Maybe some other time. Okay? Oh, look at the time. You'd better get going or you'll be late for your tee time."

So. That ended it. Our marriage was over.

I met Dave at a diner. We ordered coffee; Dave a bagel.

After the waitress had served coffee, Dave smiled and said, "Henry called me a few minutes ago. Everything is a go. Your wife called Jeff ten seconds after you backed out of the driveway. She was still protesting the black guy coming, but Henry said she didn't sound very convincing. He says she's looking forward to doing the two of them."

I was annoyed, "How the hell does he know that?"

"Well, right after she called Jeff, she called her girlfriend, Janet and told her she was going to do it. She said she'd never had a black man before and that she'd heard this guy George was really hung. Her exact quote was, "I've heard that you're still a virgin until you've been done by a black man." Quite a little wife you have there."

I just sat there feeling a mix of anger, depression and sexual excitement.

Dave interrupted, "If you'd like, we can go over to Charles' office. He's got a video feed there from your house and we'll be able to watch"

"How the hell did he get that installed."

"He put it in last night, while you were out eating Chinese. Come on, let's go; I'm excited to see some more of that gorgeous little wife of yours."

The studio and office that Charles occupied would do justice to a medium-sized film studio. It was much larger and better equipped than I'd imagined and there was lots of activity going on. Video and DVD recorders filled several rooms as they duplicated the master films he purchased. He also did some filming here. There were people running all over the place.

A beautiful young receptionist showed us into a small theater and soon Charles joined us. He gave some instructions on a phone and the screen lit up showing my living room. It was empty. Charles spoke into the phone and the feed switched to our bathroom where Michelle was sitting in a bubble bath. They zoomed in on her face and I was astonished at the quality of the digital video. It was very good.

Speaking into a different phone, Charles said, "Lets see some of last night's tape." The screen went blank for a few seconds and then came alive with Michelle and me nude on the bed. I was stroking her to a climax and my erection was very visible. She was writhing in her orgasm and a few minutes later we all saw her shake her head and push me away.

"Some little bitch." Charles said. "She lets you bring her off and then kisses you off for the night. Nice chick. Well, we'll see if we can't even things up a bit today."

The screen then switched back to Michelle who was just getting out of the tub. We watched her as she dried herself and then shaved her legs, underarms and finally her pussy completely bare. Jeff's request, according to Charles. Then she put on powder, lipstick, and perfume; paying particular attention to her breasts and her inner thighs. Forgoing any underwear at all, she then tried on several outfits before selecting a little black thing that was very sexy. It was black chiffon with a scoop neck and a full flowing skirt. She looked dazzling in it, especially when she put on the six inch spike heels and a single strand of pearls that I'd given her for our anniversary.

She examined herself in the mirror and nodded approvingly at her image. She was ready for her big day.

Charles was a great host. A lovely young waitress in an extremely revealing outfit brought us soda, drinks and told us in a very suggestive voice that we could have anything else that we wanted, just ask. I presume she meant snacks, but it wasn't clear. We sat in the Charles' theater and talked about the porno movie business while we watched Michelle on the theater screen pace around our living room. She was obviously very nervous about the black guy, George, coming today. Had it been only Jeff, I'm sure she would have been much more relaxed.

A speaker-phone beeped and Charles punched the button to hear, "Jeff is coming up the walk. No sign of the black guy."

When the doorbell rang Michelle jumped visibly. She wiped her hands of perspiration and then opened the door. We could see the look of surprise on her face, "Jeff. But…where's George?"

"Well, I knew you were nervous about him…."

"Oh. Well, I was getting used to the idea, sort of. But, I'm glad you're here. Come in, come in. How are you, darling?" She reached for him and kissed him warmly.

He pushed past her into the room closing the door, "The neighbors might see." he explained. Then he took her into his arms and they kissed deeply, his hands roaming over her body. Feeling her lack of underwear, "Wow, you really got ready for today. You look gorgeous and you feel so sexy."

"I wanted to be desirable for you," she breathed. "And I wanted to look special for you to show me off to George." When he didn't reply, she pulled him down on the sofa and rubbed her breasts into his chest, and then kissed him deeply.

Coming up for air she said, "Do you like my outfit? Too bad George isn't going to see it."

Charles interjected, "She's brought up George three times. Obviously she's reconciled her fears about being with him."

Jeff smiled at her, "He was very disappointed that you didn't want him. I told him you didn't like Blacks."

"Oh Jeff! Why did you tell him that? I don't even know him, but anyway, I don't feel that way. Honestly, that's terrible. I feel bad that you told him that."

"Isn't that what you said? That you didn't want him here?"

"Well, I was a little taken back when you suggested it. But, I was getting used to the idea. Actually, I was getting a little excited at the idea of having both of you."

"But you were so angry at me for inviting him." Jeff protested.

"Oh well, that was just because I wasn't prepared for the idea. But my friend told me…." She stopped blushing.

Oh, so you've been talking to your friends about fucking a black guy?" When she didn't answer, "Then," asked Jeff, "I guess you really wouldn't have minded if I brought him?"

"Well… No, I guess not."

"Good!" said Jeff, producing a small cell phone. "Hi George. The coast is clear, come on over."

"Jeff!" Michelle was annoyed. "You had this planned all along. Where is he?"

"At my house. We thought it better if I talked to you first, just to make sure. And anyway, we didn't want the neighbors to see me and a black guy coming into your house."

In the theater, the speaker phone blurted, "There's a Black guy coming across the back lawn, he came out of the house next door."

"That will be our friend George." Charles said.

There was a knock at the back door and Jeff untangled himself from Michelle and got up to answer it. "Hi George, come on in and meet Michelle. You're going to love this. She looks like a million dollars."

Michelle saw a very handsome Black man following Jeff in from the kitchen. "George, this is Michelle. Isn't she everything I told you she was? Michelle, this is my very best friend George."

"Wow, she's gorgeous, Jeff. Let me have a look." George pulled Michelle up from the sofa and did a little dance with her. Then he twirled her around watching as the skirt flew out showing her lovely legs. "Jeff, Buddy! You've found a little treasure here. Thank you so very much for inviting me. We're going to have a wonderful time today."

George pulled Michelle close to him feeling her body up and down. His erection was growing and he rubbed it against her belly, and he kissed her deeply on the mouth. Michelle responded to him at once putting her arms around his neck and pulling herself even closer. Jeff watched, amused and George explored Michelle's body. At this pace he'd have her on the floor in minutes.

Interrupting, Jeff asked, "Where's Ron with the gear?

"He's bringing it over now."

"Who's Ron?" Michelle asked. "And what gear is he bringing?"

"Ron is a friend of mine who's into photography. Last week I took a couple of pictures of you, but it's clumsy using a tripod, so I asked Ron to come over and take a few pictures of us."

"Oh no! Not those kind of pictures again! Jeff, I just won't have it. Send him away."

Another knock on the back door announced Ron's arrival. George went to let him in while Jeff explained the facts of life to Michelle. "Listen, Sweetheart, the fact is, that we're going to take pictures of you, and video of you, and as many and as intimate as we want. And you have no choice. Do I have to keep explaining to you what's going on here? You either cooperate with us or I give the pictures I took last week to your husband. Do I make myself clear. Do I??"

"Oh, Jeff. Don't do this, please. Can't we just be here and make love and enjoy each other?"

"Oh yes, we're going to enjoy each other. And George and Ron are going to be here and be part of it. Now just get over it!"

Michelle started to cry, but Jeff pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She resisted briefly but then gave in to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. "Oh Jeff, I love you!"

"Ya, right. I love you, too, Sweetheart." he murmured sarcastically.

I recognized Ron as soon as he walked into the room. "That's my BOSS, I exclaimed. He's not into photography. He just wants to fuck Michelle!" Ron was a short, balding man – about fifty I guess. He had been responsible for bringing Jeff into the company and also for promoting him ahead of me. Now I guess it was payoff time for him.

"Looks like the whole company is getting involved." remarked Dave sarcastically.

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