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 .