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Houseguest Ch10 unedited.

Chapter 10: Poker before Valentine’s Day

Beth walked downstairs after her morning shower. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Titus eating some cereal at the kitchen table. The cereal triggered some memory of a dream she had last night involving a bowl of cereal, but her memory was too hazy. She ignored the cereal and went straight for Titus.

He grinned when she straddled his lap, sitting down and kissing him passionately. “I need you,” she purred staring into his dark eyes. She ground her pussy against his swelling bulge. “I need the full Titan, one last time before you go.”

Titus flexed his cock inside his jeans. Beth had shorts on and a spaghetti strap tank top. He wanted to lift the top right off her now. “Let’s get out of here before David wakes up.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, kissing him again. “Take me somewhere and fuck me. Anywhere, I don’t care.”

Titus stood, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, humping into his cock while kissing him again. Titus dropped her when they heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Mornin’,” said David walking into the room.

“Sup, bro,” said Titus, picking up the bowl of cereal and placing it in the sink.

David walked over and kissed Beth on the cheek. “I need to go out for a while,” she told her husband, hating him at that moment.

“Where to?”

“The mall. I need to get you a Valentine’s gift.”

“I could use some things,” added Titus. “Give me a lift?”

“Sure.” Beth’s mind was working. There was a cheap dingy motel near the mall.

“I’ll tag along too.” David walked over to the counter and took a banana from a bowl of fruit.

Beth wanted to shove it in his face. It’s like he was intentionally cock blocking her. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Nope, I’m good. You took so long in the gym last night, I got caught up. We can spend the next couple of days together. Get some alone time.” David walked over to her and hugged her. “I’ve missed you. I like the money, but I don’t like being away from home so much.”

“That’s sweet,” she replied, hugging him back while staring over his shoulder at Titus.

David broke the hug. “What time are you leaving?” he asked Titus, trying not to sound too eager.

“Sometime in the morning. No later than noon.” Titus went to the same bowl of fruit and grabbed an apple. “You guys ready?”

“Let’s go,” said David.

**********

“She’ll never go for it.”

“I think she’s developed a taste for showing off,” said Titus, arms folded across his broad chest.

“Go for what?” asked Beth, startling her husband and his brother as she came up behind them. Beth turned her head to observe the mannequin the men had been staring at. “I see,” she said.

“What are you doing in here anyway?” asked David. They were in Spicy. The sleezy lingerie store where Titus had talked David into purchasing the sexy Christmas lingerie for Beth. This wasn’t her place and David hadn’t expected she’d catch them in here.

“Looking for a present for you,” she responded. Beth pushed past him. She looked at the Valentine’s lingerie the mannequin was wearing, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. This close to the holiday, it was 20% off anyway. She took a hanger with the bra and panty off the rack. “Be right back,” she told them, walking to the nearest changing room.

It was ridiculous of course and served no practical purpose but to objectify the female form. But it was also sexy as fuck. The bra cups were red, and heart shaped. They barely covered a third of her breasts. The straps were dark black and ran around her back and behind her neck. The panty was a similar red heart with two black straps running around each hip. The rear was sheer red mesh, but with a heart shaped opening that exposed her ass cheeks. She bent forwards, looking behind her in the mirror. She had a heart shaped ass that seemed to go perfectly with the opening. If she touched her toes, her pussy was exposed. Beth stood, staring at her figure in the mirror. She suddenly sobbed uncontrollably. Titus would never get to see her in this.

“You okay in there?” called David. “Look, if it’s too much…”

“I’m fine,” she told him from behind the door. “It’s just time that I admit that I need EE. Can you check the rack for the right size?”

“Sure thing, dear.” David returned a few minutes later. “Sorry honey, I didn’t see any that size.”

“Try 34F, it’s the same thing.”

“I did see some F cups.” He returned a minute later, holding the hanger with the dangling red hearts up over the door.

“It’s better,” she said trying it on. These cups covered half her breasts. Beth changed back into her clothes and left the dressing room.

“You gonna let me buy it for you?” he asked.

“No way, mister.” Beth grinned as David’s hopeful expression collapsed. “It’s my present to you so I’m buying it.”

“You guys go on ahead,” called Titus. “I’m going to look around.” Titus watched them walk away before taking the DD sized lingerie back off the rack. He smiled, replacing it and removing a regular D-cup. As soon as they were gone, he walked up to the counter and purchased it.

David was curious what he had in the bag. Beth glowered at him with jealousy. “The same thing Beth just bought. Figured, I’d give Ashley a going away present.”

“And a going away present for you too,” said David, hoping this meant Titus would be staying at Ashley’s tonight.

Titus was able to switch the bags during lunch in the mall’s food court.

David was even happier when Titus left for a motorcycle ride after they got back. His black brother wanted to take one last drive through South Beach and say goodbye to some people. He hoped dinner tonight at their mother’s would be the last time he or Beth saw Titus for a long time and he knew one thing for certain. Titus would never be staying with them again.

**********

David and Beth pulled into Mary’s driveway right on time. There was a motorcycle parked up near the house. “Looks like Titus already beat us,” said David. He walked up and rang the bell. There was no answer.

Beth glanced over at the motorcycle. She frowned. David tried the door. “It’s open,” he said. Her husband opened the door and entered the house. “MOM!” he yelled. Beth followed, staring at the motorcycle one last time. It’s wasn’t Titus’ bike, but it seemed familiar.

“Sorry, sorry,” said Mary apologizing, she was tying a robe on as she came out of the bedroom. David looked away as one of her breasts popped out. Mary was an amazing looking woman for 53. She kept in shape, dyed her hair blonde, but dressed a little young for her age, Beth thought. The boob she shoved back into her robe was a firm well-rounded D-cup with an elongated nipple that appeared wet. Some blue veins crisscrossing her tit was the only sign of age. “Sorry, I got busy with something and lost track of time. Dinner will be a little late.” Mary froze momentarily when she caught sight of Beth’s belly baring outfit. Her eyes focused on the queen of spades piercing before she moved on into the kitchen.

Beth turned and looked out the door as Titus pulled up into the driveway, parking by the second bike.

She watched him dismount, eyes going from his bike to the second motorcycle. Her eyes widened in shock when she recognized the bike, turning back to look at Mary just as the giant black man came out of the bedroom as Titus strolled in the door. Mary’s face lit up at the sight of her black son. “Surprise! Your father’s in town.”

Both Beth and David’s faces drained of color as they stared at the dreadlocked Jamaican. “Son, ou ah yuh?”

“Papa Gus! What a nice surprise,” Titus, grinning stepped past Beth and David, shaking his dad’s hand. They hugged and patted each other’s backs.

“An wat ave wi har?” said Gus, his dark eyes twinkling as he stared into Beth’s eyes and held out his hand.

Beth reached out and shook it. Her pussy squirting the second she made skin contact with him. “Papa Gus,” she said. “I mean Gus.”

“That’s David’s wife, Beth. Beth, this is Augustus Cetewayo, Titus’ father.” Mary stared at Gus worshipfully. She seemed to have trouble taking her eyes off him.

“Nice to meet yuh.” Gus turned to David, holding his hand out. “Gud to see ya again, David.”

“Gus,” David replied, without taking the extended hand. Gus withdrew his hand, smirking.

Dinner was awkward. David mostly played with his food, barely eating anything. Mary ate slowly, staring adoringly at Gus. The two black men laughed and talked. “How are my brothers?” asked Titus. He stabbed his fork into a chunk of his pot roast.

“Tiberius, inna de navy at San Diego. Claudius ah doing porn inna L.A. Mi lost track of Nero an Trajan. Lass me heard, Hadrian was inna Sweden wid nuh plans to leave. Swedish women luv da black mon. I don’t takk to de oders much. Mi did run inna to Romulus an Remus at a black bika week. De twins a huge. Bigga den ya, Titus.”

“Excuse me Papa Gus,” said Beth. “Exactly how many children do you have?”

“Nah really sure,” answered Gus with a shrug. “Ah dozen dat mi know of.”

“Bet none of them have the same mothers,” muttered David into his plate. His mother gave him a glare.

Gus chuckled. “Nah true. “De twins ave de seim moda.”

David pushed his plate away. “I think I’ll go for a walk. I’m not hungry. Beth?”

Beth stood to join him, but Mary interjected. “I’ll keep your wife company.” She stood. “Come Beth, let’s go sit on the porch and let the men catch up.”

Mary took her arm which surprised Beth as they weren’t very close. Mostly it was Beth’s fault for disapproving of Mary’s lifestyle. “Wow! A dozen kids,” she said, sitting down beside Mary.

“Oh please,” responded her mother-in-law. “Gus probably knocked up a dozen women every year he’s been in America and I’m sure he left a few kids behind in Jamaica.” Beth’s jaw fell open as her mind worked out the math. If Mary was right, that meant Gus had fathered over 250 children! “I know, it’s a lot,” said Mary.

“Not enough Roman emperors,” said Beth, smiling.

Mary looked at her, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair of her forehead. “You are so lovely when you smile.” Mary squeezed Beth’s arm and Beth felt herself warming to her mother-in-law for the first time. “You’re in love with my son.”

Beth’s brow furrowed. “Of course, I love him. I married him.”

“Not David, honey. My other son. I can tell Titus got his cock in you, one slut to another.”

“I’m not a…”

“Shush dear. I’m not an idiot like David, I know what that piercing means.” Mary lifted the hem of her own, tight tank top. Her belly button piercing wasn’t a dangling chain like Beth’s, it was a black spade pin that filled her navel. It had a gold Q in it. “You’ve discovered your sexuality and you’re happier for it. No offense, but you used to be a miserable bitch most of the time.”

“None taken,” muttered Beth, suddenly feeling sad.

“I didn’t know what David saw in you other than the obvious… well look at you. You’ve changed and for the better, I think. You’re in love with Titus, but he’s going to hurt you. Men like him, and Gus can’t be with just one woman.”

Beth couldn’t fight it any more. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she threw her arms around her mother-in-law, hugging her tightly. Mary stroked her hair as Beth sobbed into her shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m going to do!” Beth cried. The thought of Titus leaving filled her with an unbearable despair.

“There there, honey,” murmured Mary. “I know exactly what you’re going through. You’ll get over it as soon as you get another big black cock in you.”

Or a big pasty white one, thought Beth, smiling as she pictured Jim Mobly in her head. “I know, but that’s just sex. I’m in love with Titus. I love doing things with him. I love just hearing his laugh.”

“I love every black man I’ve been with. Fucking a giant black cock satisfies me emotionally as well as physically. You’ll see, but Titus will always hold a special place in your heart. Just like Gus holds a special place in mine.”

Beth broke the hug and sat back, feigning a smile as she was not quite convinced. Yet, something had snapped in her while fucking the albino that turned him from the ugliest man she’d ever seen to one of the sexiest. Her satisfaction with him had been more than just physical too. Good god! Mary was right. Gus had broken her emotionally and she told him…

**********

“Told mi shi loved mi nuf times.”

“Prove it,” grunted Titus.

Gus took out his phone. He had the video ready to go. “I love you. I love your big cock. I love fucking you.” Beth’s voice came from the phone’s speaker. “Fuck me! Fuck me forever, my love!”

“Mi wish mi could fuck yuh foreva.”

“Anything. I’ll do anything for your cock. Please. Fuck me.”

Gus stopped the playback. “Fuck,” groaned Titus shaking his head, grinning ruefully. He reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash.. He tossed it at his dad.

“Aredi had it counted out mi see.” Gus thumbed through the 500 dollars before pocketing it himself.

“Neva bet yuh Papa, son. Dominus always wins.”

“At least post the video on my page so I can get some money back. Esteban’s paying me for videos of her with some BBC.

Sure ting,” laughed Gus. “Here cum two sexy ladies now.”

“You two having fun catching up?” asked Mary.

“Papa Gus found it very profitable,” said Titus, crossing his arms.

“Time to guh oman,” said Gus leaning forwards to slap Mary’s ass. “Guh get changed.”

“Yes Papa,” said Mary, practically squealing. She looked at Beth. “We’re off to Key West.” Mary turned and raced to the bedroom. Gus got up and followed her.

Beth straddled Titus when they were gone, sitting down in his lap, kissing him. “I want you again before you leave.” She felt his cock swell beneath her. “I need you again,” she corrected.

“I want you to,” said Titus, running his huge black hands up under Beth’s shirt to caress her breasts.

“What about David?”

“I don’t care about him anymore. Just fuck me again.” Beth leaned down, kissing him again, moaning into his tongue while grinding down on his cock. She needed him right now.

“Here he comes.” Titus pushed her back. “Play along and I’ll see what I can do.”

Beth turned and left the house, meeting her husband in the driveway. “How was your walk?”

“Fine. Can we go now?” David saw his brother walk out of the house, following his wife. Titus had a noticeable bulge in his pants. The color drained from his face. He hoped Beth hadn’t noticed it. The image of that thing in his wife’s dainty white hands still haunted him.

“Sure,” said Beth. “Mary and Gus are leaving anyway.”

“Good,” he said. “What about you Titus? You meeting Ashley or anyone?”

“Nope, no plans, except to spend my last night with my brother.”

“Fine,” said David, his hopes of having a night alone with his wife dashing. There was always tomorrow night and every night after that. That cheered him up some. David stood up straight and actually smiled until… “MOM!”

“What’s wrong dear?”

David averted his eyes from Mary’s bikini, but he’d already seen everything. Her tits were practically falling out of the tiny cups and her cheeks were on display, shaking as she walked to Gus’s motorcycle.

“Don’t you think that bikini is a little inappropriate?”

“Mom looks great,” said Titus. “She’s still got it.”

“And I flaunt it,” said Mary, her gaze turned worshipful as her head turned towards the giant black man walking out of her house.

David wouldn’t look at Gus either. The man who’d destroyed his parent’s marriage was wearing a tiny Jamaican flag print Greek bikini bottom. There was no hiding the monstrous bulge under the straining material. To his dismay Beth was staring directly at it, not really looking shocked by its size. Gus mounted his bike and Mary climbed on behind him. He started the engine.

Mary leaned over as Gus turned the motorcycle around. “Don’t worry about my bikini, David,” she called. “I won’t be wearing it for long.” Mary laughed as the bike roared off.

Titus laughed along with his mother. David gave him a glare before turning to Beth. At least she wasn’t laughing. Beth was staring after the receding motorcycle, almost enviously.

**********

“That man’s a monster. I’ll never forgive him.”

Beth handed David a beer. “Your mom shares some of the blame.”

“I know.” David sipped his beer, lost in his thoughts. “I saw her sucking him once.”

“You never told me that,” said Beth.

“Gus walked up to us nude on the beach. Mom couldn’t take her eyes of his penis slapping from thigh to thigh. Neither could I, but I thought it was funny. It reminded me of a black snake. I thought he had an eel biting him on the crotch. Dad seemed horrified. Gus offered us a ride on his fishing boat. Dad politely declined and the man with the eel penis walked away. The next day, dad got offered a free golf game and mom told him it was okay to go have fun. He wasn’t gone ten minutes before there was a knock on the door with Augustus Cetewayo asking if we’d changed our mind. Mom thought about it, gathered me up and Gus took us out fishing. They put me down for a nap in the cabin, but before my eyes closed, I saw my mom in her bikini kneeling on the deck with that thing in her mouth. When I woke up, Gus was fishing nude off the back of the boat. Mom was nowhere in sight. Then she climbed up a ladder out of the water, dripping wet and completely nude. She looked different somehow, changed. And after that, she was different.”

“I never knew,” said Beth, listening raptly.

“I don’t like talking about it. Several times that vacation, dad and I came back to the motel without her. He told me that mommy wanted to keep dancing. He didn’t look happy about it and didn’t seem happy again until we left Jamaica. Mom on the other hand was crying as the plane lifted off. She said, she’d fallen in love with Jamaica and wanted to go back next year.

“I’m sorry, David.”

David patted his wife’s hand, reassuringly. “Dad left when Titus was born nine months later. He couldn’t take it. Even seemed relieved to be getting out. They’d been fighting a lot since they got back. Mom was angry all the time, even snapping at me for nothing. He tried to get custody of me, but the courts went with the mother. A few months after Titus was born, Gus showed up on our doorstep. I’d hear mom screaming from the bedroom for a couple weeks and then he was gone. Ruined my life. I barely saw my dad after that. He moved to California. Mom started dressing slutty, bringing home a black man almost every weekend. Some were nice, some total assholes, most just ignored me as they followed mom to her bedroom. Growing up with Titus was no picnic. You can’t imagine what it was like being fourteen and having your nine-year-old brother bully you around. Happiest day of my life was when he went off to the Marines.”

Titus strolled in from the kitchen holding up a deck of cards. “Play some poker?”

David’s stomach sank. “No thanks,” he told Titus, remembering what had happened last time. He stood off the couch suddenly. He’d been sitting right where Titus had sat with Beth kneeling between his legs, racing to jerk his cock off before time ran out. They needed a new couch.

“Come on, bro. Low stakes this time. We won’t let things get out of hand or a thing get in hand like last time.”

To David’s surprise, Beth giggled. “No thanks,” he said again.

“Come on honey,” said Beth. “You’re do for a win. What do you mean low stakes?”

Titus slid the cards out of the deck and sat down at the table. “We each put in a hundred bucks and that’s it. Pokers a man’s game, but Beth can even play.”

“I’m in,” said Beth.

“Honey?” pleaded David.

“Man’s game my ass. I’ll show him.”

“Alright, hundred-dollar stakes and that’s it.” David sat down across from Titus. He opened his wallet and pulled out some bills. “I don’t have enough to cover you, Beth.”

“That’s fine. I’ve got some left over tips from danc.. the diner. I’ll be right back.”

Titus got up and went to the kitchen, coming back with a beer and a bottle of tequila with three shot glasses. He placed a glass at Beth’s empty seat and one in front of David. Titus opened the bottle and filled a glass for himself and David. He returned to the kitchen and came back with a board with sliced lime wedges and salt. “Thanks for letting me winter here, David,” said Titus.

David didn’t know what to say. He wished he told Titus to go “Fuck off,” but all that came out of his mouth was, “Of course, we’re family.”

“Family,” said Titus, clinking David’s shot and throwing his back. He refilled both shot glasses and held his up again. “And to brothers.” This time David licked some salt and followed the shot with a lime wedge, shaking his head as the alcohol warmed him.

“What are you guys drinking to?” said Beth, sitting down with a large wad of singles.

“Family,” said Titus.

“Well I’m family too,” she said, sliding her shot glass over to Titus. He filled hers first before moving on to David’s and then his own. “What are we drinking to?”

“New beginnings,” said Titus.

“Why?” asked David.

Titus shrugged. “I’m riding off into the sunset tomorrow, you’ve got a new promotion, and Beth is now free to pursue whatever she wants.”

“I’ll drink to that,” said Beth. The threesome tossed back their shots. Beth and David both made faces. Titus was the only one that seemed used to tequila. “Well what are you waiting for? Deal.”

They played a few hands, David winning twice, his wife and brother each winning once. David went and got three more beers while Titus gave Beth a refresher on poker hands. They played a few more and even David seemed like he was starting to enjoy himself. “Why you being so stingy with the tequila?” she asked. “Or is that a man’s drink?” David laughed, and Titus poured more shots.

David won a few hands, gaining confidence as Titus slowly started raising the bets. David and Titus were both up. Beth’s pile had dwindled fast. “Excuse me,” said David, getting up and going to the bathroom.

“Show me your cards,” whispered Titus. Beth turned her hand around. He gave her a wink, setting his cards down and pouring three more shots. They heard the toilet flush and David returned. They did the shots, David chasing his with a lime and a swig of beer.

“I raise,” said Titus, pushing a wad of cash into the center.

“That’s more than I have,” said Beth.

“Put all in and if you lose, you’re out of the game. If you win, you and the second winner split the pot,” said David.

“But I have a good hand?”

“Sorry, sis,” said Titus with his old cocky smirk. “Poker really is a man’s game.”

“Can I put more money in?”

“No more money,” said David. “It’s getting late anyway.” He yawned, swaying a little at the table. He didn’t have a poker tell, but he had a drunk tell. He was holding his head down and his wet lower lip was sticking out.

“If you want, you can bet your clothes,” said Titus.

“No!” David sat up alarmed. Beth looked at her hand. “No,” said David again.

“But I have a good hand?”

“You’re not getting nude in front of Titus. This is a hundred-dollar game, that’s all.”

Titus sat back in his chair. “Tell ya what,” said Titus, ignoring David’s angry glare. “No nudity.” His brother’s glare softened. “However, Beth has to play in the lingerie you bought earlier for the rest of the game.”

Beth looked at her hand again. Surprisingly David didn’t look too horrified that she was considering it.

His dick hardened at the thought of Beth wearing the little heart lingerie casually playing cards. “Okay,” she said, “I’m in.” Beth pushed her money in and stood up. “Be right back.”

Titus poured David another shot. “No more okay, Titus?”

“Can’t hold your liquor? I understand. Beth was right. This is a man’s drink.”

“Fuck you. I’m talking about the game. She wears the lingerie and that’s it. Nothing more.”

“Fine,” said Titus, holding his hands up in surrender. He lowered one and raised his shot. “To hot women in sexy lingerie,” he said.

Beth was upstairs a while. Both men grinned, hearing her footsteps on the stairs. They turned to look and were both disappointed to see her in her robe. She didn’t look happy either. “David you idiot,” she growled.

Her husband was taken aback. “What? What did I do?”

“You bought the wrong one, idiot,” she muttered, loosening her belt. Both men stared when the robe fell. Beth was mad he’d screwed up, but their gaze had her feeling like a goddess again, like she was back on stage being worshipped by dozens of approving eyes. Her anger faded quickly.

“Holy fuck,” muttered David in awe. First, the bra was too tight. The hearts over her breasts were big enough to cover her nipples, but the top was clearly too small, and her areola were sticking out around the red hearts. Second, her nipples were hard, swollen and stretching out the little satin hearts even more. It deformed the hearts slightly and turned them into pointy inverted pyramids. Lastly, the panty was tight too and tufts of curly brown pubic hair was sticking out around the little heart covering her mound.

“You must have mixed it up with Ashely’s,” said Titus, staring approvingly at Beth. “I dropped her’s off at her house earlier, but she wasn’t home.

“Idiot,” Beth said again, but more humorously this time.

“Hey, how do you know I was the one to mix them up?” asked David, raising his hands in surrender.

“Before you sit down, Beth,” said Titus. “Could you get us three more beers?”

“Sure,” she said, walking past the two, adding as she headed into the kitchen. “And I know you’re asking just so you can stare at my ass.”

Both men were staring at her ass. Her ample bubble butt was sticking out through the stretched-out heart opening in the rear of the panty. David leaned sideways as Beth opened the refrigerator and bent down to get some more beers. His cock stiffened as her pussy appeared between her thighs. It glistened, and he could even make out her distended clit hanging down, illuminated by the refrigerator’s light. Thank god, Titus couldn’t see what he was seeing from his seat.

“Let’s play,” said Beth coming back with three cold beers. The chill from the refrigerator had raised goosebumps on her arms and nipples. Beth sat down, feeling the cool wood seat on her bare bottom.

The next few hands were low stakes with the men winning a few hands each. Beth found herself running short again. “Crap,” she muttered.

“Just go all in, honey,” pleaded David. If you lose, we’ll go to bed.

“I’ll spot you again, but you gotta play nude the rest of the game.” Titus, grinned over his cards at Beth.

“No way. I’ll spot her.” David started going through his money.

“Fine, but then you have to play nude,” added Titus. “Lil Davey.”

David turned pale and sat back in his seat. “Seriously David, it’s okay,” said Beth, feeling a little sorry for her husband. It would have been gallant of him to take her place, but that would have meant his brother humiliating him over his small penis. “I’ll do it,” said Beth.

“You can’t possibly be okay with this, Honey?”

“Honestly,” she said, reaching behind her neck and back. “It’s too small and I feel like I’m being constricted to death.” She pulled the strings. The hearts flew across the table to land in the pile of money. Titus laughed. It appeared that her breasts had shot the top off. Beth raised herself slightly and pulled her panty off under the table, tossing it onto the money. She sat back in her seat and moaned. “That’s so much better.” Both men stared in awe at her breasts. There were now heart indentations around her nipples. David’s penis twitched when she reached up, cupping the tips of her breasts slowly massaging the heart shaped depressions out. Beth won the hand.

“If she pays you back, can she put her clothes back on?” asked David.

“Nope,” grunted Titus, dealing out the cards. “The deal was that she has to sit like that until the game ends.” He raised several times, nearly cutting David out of the game. Beth won and now had most of the money.

David couldn’t match the raises the next hand and went all in. “I wish I had more,” grunted Titus. “I think I can win and want to keep playing.”

Beth leered at him above her hand. “I’ll spot you, but you have to play nude.”

David’s head was down to his chest and he was swaying in his seat, but that brought him back to life. “No way.” He looked at his wife then at Titus. The black man’s shirt was already off. He didn’t pull his pants off under the table like Beth, he stood and pushed them down. David looked sick when his cock sprang up. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t dangling either. It was at half-mast. Titus sat back down.

“Just hurry up and get this over with,” pleaded David. “No more spotting.”

“No more spotting,” agreed Titus. “I’m ready to move on too.”

Titus won the pot making the game about even. Beth won a few hands before Titus took it all back. He raised the next hand and raised again. “I can’t match that,” said Beth.

“I have an offer to put on the table.”

“No more spotting!” David sat up looking back and forth between his wife and brother.

“I’m listening. Put it on the table.”

Titus stood and flopped his cock down on the table. “This is my offer.”

“NO! Not another handjob.”

“No handjob. I win, I get the money and your mouth on my black cock. You win, you get the pot.”

“No Beth,” cried David when he saw his wife looking at her cards.

“But I have a good hand,” said Beth. David didn’t like the way his wife was staring at Titus’ thing either. “Deal.”

“Show em.”

Titus won.

David’s threw his head down on the table and trembled. It was time he put his foot down. Things had gone too far. When he looked up, Titus and Beth were gone. He sat up, turning his head to look for them. Titus was sitting back on the couch, legs spread, and David’s naked wife was lowering her mouth to his hated black brother’s monstrously large cock. David got up, ready to shout for her to stop, when her lips parted around the swollen black cock head. Beth was bobbing her head over the tip before he even made it to the living room.

“Sit down and watch, Lil’ Davey.”

David sat in his chair, staring in horror at the image of his loving faithful wife swallowing more and more of Titus’ thick black shaft. This was worse then the scene he’d watched from the same spot seven weeks ago when for as far as David know, Beth had touched only the second penis she’d ever seen in her life. She’d never even performed oral sex on a man until sucking her husband off a short time ago. But Beth was taking it like a champ. She wasn’t gagging. She was slurping all over his shaft. If she needed a breath, she’d pull up and let her tongue twirl all around the bulbous black cock head. She’d sit up and brace her hands on his knees sucking down onto his shaft before sitting back on her legs, pulling his cock down with her. Worse, she was moaning like it was the best meal she’d ever hand. David looked up at Titus. His eyes were lidded, and he had a grin/cocky smirk plastered on his face like he was enjoying it. Of course, he was enjoying it. David reached into his pants and adjusted his hard penis, pulling it up to make it more comfortable. Seeing Beth sucking his asshole brother’s black cock was both revolting, but if they’d been strangers, he’d be witnessing one of the sexiest sights he’d ever seen.

Slowly, David reached down and unbuttoned his pants.

Beth groaned in satisfaction as her lips kissed Titus’ pubic mound. She was grateful for being allowed to suck his magnificent cock one last time before he left. She could care less that her husband was witnessing it. She angled her head a bit so that she glanced at David and was totally shocked to see he was sitting in his chair, with his hard penis in his hand. She kept staring at him as she pulled back, planting a kiss on Titus’ cock as is slipped from her mouth. “You’re liking this?” she asked David.

“NO,” he declared, loudly. “I hate seeing that thing between your lips.”

“Then why are you hard?” she asked, keeping the slick cock head close to her lips while jerking her brother-in-law off.

“I don’t know,” he answered, shaking his head, conflicted by his reaction.

“I read somewhere that beta monkeys often jerk off while watching the big bull ape take the tribe’s females,” said Titus. “Back to sucking.”

Beth returned her lips to his cock. It was expanding as his big bull alpha cock got close to cumming. Beth sucked half, jerking the other half off.

“Here it cums, babe,” groaned Titus.

David watched his wife start sucking harder instead of pulling back. “Beth watch out,” he warned.

Beth’s pussy twitched just as the tip of Titus’ cock shuddered. His seed immediately overflowed her mouth before she could gulp, a waterfall of semen pouring down her chin. She came the second her taste buds registered the taste of his semen. Beth gulped milking his shaft, swallowing as much as she could.

“No,” groaned David.

Beth ignored him, jerking and sucking out every drop of Titus’ sperm.

“Keep me hard,” whispered Titus.

Beth kept sucking, squeezing his shaft with her lips. It lost some of the firmness it got when he ejaculated, but it never turned soft.

“I think he’s done, Beth,” pleased David. She glanced over at him. His penis had shriveled and collapsed into a sticky mess. “You can stop now.”

Beth did stop. She pulled back, giving the tip a farewell kiss before she pushed herself up off Titus’ knees. David sighed with relief even as Titus’ hand came up and turned her around. He pulled her his down as he held his cock up for her.

“Wait!” David sat up while trying to clean his semen off his crotch. “What are you…?

“It’s going in me, David,” she moaned.

“Titus! Stop it this instant. You aren’t putting that thing in my wife.”

“Come on Lil Davey,” he laughed. “She wants to try a real man.”

“Yeah honey,” moaned Beth, working her pussy around the end of his cock. “Just let me try a little bit. It’s so big.” She sank back onto a third of the cock. “So much bigger than yours.” She pushed back into half his cock. “This is a real man’s cock!” Beth sat in his lap, shuddering from a huge orgasm.

Titus grabbed her hips, lifting her up and pulling her back onto his shaft. She came again. Beth glanced at David. His penis was hard again and weirdly sticking up even though he wasn’t holding it. Beth fucked back into Titus hard, moaning as she came. Titus reached around fondling her breasts. She came again as he squeezed her nipples, glancing over her shoulder at his weakling brother. They both picked up speed, Beth sitting down in his lap as fast as he lifted her up his shaft. Beth whimpered as she came. Titus was grunting each time he buried his cock in her.

“Beth,” begged David. “Don’t let him cum in you.”

Beth looked contemptuously over at her husband and sank down into Titus shaft even as the first blast of seed filled her womb. Her mouth opened, and she cried out as she came all over the spurting shaft. Her vaginal muscles convulsing along his cock, milking it for every drop of seed. David looked on in anguish, but his erect little penis twitched, dribbling out another load of his weak runny semen just as a waterfall of his brother’s black seed began flooding out over Titus’ testicles to drip on the carpet.

David covered his face with his hands to hide his tears.  He heard Titus chuckle. “Well look what time it is. It’s after midnight. Happy Valentine’s day. Mind if I borrow your wife for the night? Thanks bro.”

He lowered his hands. “Hey, wait,” he said, but Titus was already going up the stairs, carrying Beth like a bride on her wedding night. David slowly stood, wiping the mess on his crotch off with a tissue. There was twenty times as much semen pooled by the couch. He wrinkled his nose, but went and retrieved a roll of paper towels. He sobbed each time he tossed a soaked wad of paper towels into a trash bag. Finally, he hurried into the kitchen, soaked a dish rag and tried to clean the wet carpet, but afraid there’d be a permanent stain there forever to remind him of this horrible night. He was about to head upstairs to stop his brother and wife, but there were little pools of sperm on every other step. He slowly climbed the steps cleaning these up until he was at the top.

They were fucking again.

The sounds weren’t coming from Titus’ room either. They’d taken the master bedroom. David couldn’t stop Titus, but he could at least try. He’d take a beating and Titus would go back to fucking Beth, but he’d take a beating like a man. David took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door.

Beth was on all fours while Titus fucked her from behind. She hated this position, but she was moaning and pushing herself back into his cock like some wanton slut. David stepped into the room. The hated black cock was working like a piston fucking her with little more then half. It was higher then it should have been. “Wait! Is he in your ass?”

Beth raised her head and looked at him. “Yes and I love it. She lowered her head, pushing back into Titus even harder. “Fuck my ass with your big black cock.”

David turned around and left. He walked down the hall to the guest room, but it reeked of semen and he could still hear his wife’s screams and a constant fwap fwap fwap noise. Broken, he slowly walked back downstairs and laid down on the couch, but his head was to close to where his wife had jerked, sucked, and then fucked his brother’s thing. He sat up and finally settled into his recliner, pushing it back and trying to sleep. It was quitter down here, but he could still he faint moans and cries from his wife and they lasted all night.

**********

Beth squeezed her breasts tighter around the big black cock as the urethra opened and a wall of semen emerged to fall on her face. He pushed it through her breasts a couple time before pulling out and shooting more all over her tits. She lifted her head, grabbing his cock and bending it down so that she could give it a farewell kiss.

Titus fell off her and Beth got off the bed and took a quick shower. She came back to the giant black man with a towel wrapped around her. He was a sleep nude on the bed. She thought about letting him sleep, but she woke him. “You sure you want to leave today? You didn’t get any sleep last night.”

He yawned and stood. “And I wouldn’t get any sleep tonight if I stayed another day either.” She yelped when he yanked the towel off her and spanked her firm rounded ass. Titus leaned down and kissed her before heading to the bedroom to take his own shower.

He came back to the bedroom nude with every intention of leaving, but his sister-in-law was laying on the bed with her legs spread working the dildo he’d given her in and out of her well-used pussy. “One more time stud?” she asked.

His cock had risen and was sticking out as he climbed on the bed. Beth tossed the lifeless plastic dildo aside and lowered herself onto the hot throbbing cock that had turned her into a slut. “I hate what you’ve done to me,” she moaned, slowly sitting in his lap.

“You love me.”

“I hate you. You’re a brute and an arrogant chauvinist.” She was smiling as she rode him, trying to imprint the feeling of having him inside her in her brain so she could remember their last time together forever.

“You love my cock?”

“Oh god yes,” she screamed, shuddering in orgasm. “I love your cock so much.”

“Tell me you love me.”

Beth sat on his cock and started crying. “Of course I love you. How could any woman not? I love you so much.” She started riding him fast and hard again. “I love you. I love you. I… LOVE YOU!” Her womb flooded with his sperm. Beth came hard and kept cumming. Her last orgasm with Titus. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the handsome man. “I love you.”

He looked up at her. “I love you too.”

Beth stared down at him in shock. Her body shook and her pussy spasmed. The next thing she knew, she was cumming again. “What?” she asked in shock as she came down from her orgasm.

“I love you too.”

“Look at the camera and say that again.”

Titus followed the nod of her head and saw the smart phone leaning on a table. “What?”

“I wanted to remember our last night together,” she explained. “Now say it again.”

Titus grinned. What a woman! “I love Beth Shorthose,” he told the phone.

“Please don’t go,” she begged, looking down at him.

“Come with me,” said Titus.

**********

The sound of a motorcycle woke David from his stupor. Finally, his bastard of a brother was leaving. He got up and opened the door. Through bleary red eyes, he saw Titus hit the kickstand. Beth was climbing onto the bike behind him wearing the skimpiest bikini he’d ever seen. She dropped a small away bag into one of the motorcycle’s storage compartments.

“Beth?” he called out to her.

She looked back, smiled at him sadly before wrapping her arms around Titus and the bike started moving away just as he’d watched his mother do with Gus yesterday.

David watched them recede down his driveway until they were out of sight.

Next: The Epilogue