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Chapter 7 The Abyss

 

 

     “When you stare into the abyss, it stares into you,” said Corrine         breaking the silence.  We were home in bed, both staring at the ceiling fan. 

     It was four thirty in the morning but we were still awake.  Thank God it was Saturday and we had the day off.  We hadn’t gotten home until three.  And in spite of the fact we were both physically and emotionally exhausted we couldn’t sleep.  Too much heavy shit had gone down and my mind wouldn’t let go.  Corrine must have felt the same because she was the first to break the silence.

     I should add I had a grip on my hard cock.  I was slowly stroking my raging erection trying to keep myself under control.  I was afraid to tell Corrine the reasons I was tumescent.  As soon as she spoke I felt a certain familiar movement from her side of the bed.  Surprise, Corrine was working her clit.

     I felt the need to talk also so I answered immediately, “What movie is that from?”

       “Not sure it’s ever been in a movie.  It’s a famous quote from Nietzsche,” said Corrine.

       I should mention that Corrine is both smart as a whip and well read.  She was a National Merit Scholar and went to college on a scholastic scholarship.  My wife is what you call a deep thinker.

      “So name some of his movies,” I said.

      “Whose movies,” asked Corrine?

      “The guy you just mentioned, Nietzsche,” I said.

      “He was a German philosopher, not a movie director.  He wrote several famous works of philosophy.  He was also I love with his sister and they lived together as man and wife.  But that’s not my point,” said Corrine.

      At times I tried to be competitive but the reality is Corrine’s smarter than me.  But it didn’t keep me from trying. “Wasn’t there a movie about being underneath the ocean?  It was called The Abyss?”

      “Yes, there was; but that’s also irrelevant.  It had nothing to do with Nietzsche,” said Corrine laughing. 

      “So what did you say a minute ago,” I asked?  We were both openly masturbating.  We often jerked off together while watching porn.  I felt it was a poor substitute for a fuck but after a long day at the office, we didn’t have the energy for coitus.

      “I repeated Frederick Nietzsche’s famous quote that when you stare into the abyss, it stares into you.”

      “And that means what?”  I’d decided it was time to give up on being cute.

      “When you get involved with evil, it changes you.  No what how noble your reasons or just your cause, confronting evil has a price.”

      “So why didn’t Nietzsche just call it evil not the abyss,” I asked working my balls with one hand while the other stroked my shaft.

      “He wrote in German.  But that was what he meant,” said Corrine who had pushed the covers off.  One hand was rubbing her vulva and the other twisting a nipple.  It wasn’t our usual easy does it jerking off, we were punishing our body. 

      “I assume we are talking about what happened with Marilyn and even before she arrived.  I agree it changed me and I wouldn’t say necessarily for the better.”  I was approaching matters slowly.  I didn’t want to blurt out watching her fuck other men, especially black men, turned me on to the max and I felt guilty as hell about it.  No, that’s not right.  What bothered me was that I didn’t feel guilty about it.

      “At least her baby will be okay,” said Corrine. 

      “It should be.  You kept them from knocking her about. That was wonderful of you, by the way,” I said as I gave her a kiss.   “Now she has to go home and confront her husband about the money he owes Quarles.  That could be traumatic.”

      “And they both have to live with the DVD of her being fucked by six black men.  You’ll edit out the part where Marilyn and went down on each other.”

     “Of course, you won’t be in the final product,” I said.  “I’ll start editing as soon as I get some rest.”  Morgan said Mr. Quarles wanted it ASAP and I didn’t want to make him wait, prompting a return visit.

     “That was a first for me, you know.  Other than making out once in high school, I’d never done anything with another woman.  I think Marilyn has done it before,” said Corrine.

     Thinking back, I agreed Corrine’s was not the first pussy Marilyn ever put her tongue in.  She had burrowed her face into my wife’s dripping cunt with real enthusiasm, making little cooing sounds as she licked Corrine to a first class orgasm.   Marilyn may have been terrified of the situation and the chance of losing the baby but once Corrine and she went French, she exhibited genuine lesbian lust.   

     “So how was it,” I asked?  I knew she needed to tell me some things.  I just had to be patient and let her take her own good time.

      “Truthfully, you want to know?”

      I meant what I said next.  “We’ve both been through quite an ordeal.  It was very different from what we’re used to.   I think honesty is called for.”

      “I should have been disgusted.  Her vagina was full of come.  But since we’re being honest, eating her turned me on.  The presence of multiple loads of semen made the sex hotter,” said Corrine.

      “How about what she did to you?” 

      “That turned me on too” said Corrine.  “I climaxed when she did.”

      “Including the anal part followed by the kissing,” I asked referring to the hardcore act Jerome had ordered the two women to perform.  I wasn’t certain Corrine knew I’d watched when Jerome made the women suck semen out of each other’s butthole then engage in some serious tongue kissing.

      “Anilingus, you and I have done that a few times.  However you’re a-hole wasn’t oozing sperm.  It was hot in a kinky sort of way,” said Corrine thoughtfully.

     “Eating butt is a big part of Jerome and company’s sexual repertoire.  The only time Marilyn showed any reluctance was when Kelso presented his back door to her and demanded a rim job.”

     “He went about it wrong.  Anyway, Marilyn was reluctant at first but the fear of losing the baby got her through it,” said Corrine.  “I thought she handled it very well under the circumstances.  After she did Kelso’s ass, she didn’t hesitate to rim the others.”

     “So did you.  You were my rock.  I couldn’t have got through last night without you.”

     “It’s not so bad once you get past the idea of placing your mouth on a stranger’s butt hole.  Some of them weren’t that clean.  However, and I want you to know I find this hard to admit, that excited me more.  If you asked me yesterday morning if licking a shit stained asshole was a turn on, I’d said you were out of your mind.”

     “Degradation and humiliation can be sexually stimulating.  Morgan took you in front of me and I felt humiliated but my cock was hard as a rock.  I wonder if Marilyn had a change of attitude about anilingus.  Maybe the next time she has sex with her husband, she’ll order him on all fours and spread his cheeks for an ass munching,” I said.

     “After what she went through tonight because of him, I’m not sure there will be next time.”

     I continued to stroke my cock.  I hadn’t been so ready to fuck Corrine since before we go married.  However I didn’t want to just climb on her so I kept the conversation rolling. “So outside of finding it erotic to perform orally on a well fucked female pussy and ass, what else did the abyss offer you,” I asked.

     “In spite of or maybe because of the fact I was scared, I found the entire experience erotic.  And that bothers me.  I went into last night determined to do what it took to keep us alive.  I steeled myself for the ordeal thinking it would be unpleasant and degrading but I would get through it.”

     “But things did not turn out as your anticipated,” I said.

     “I got turned on at the beginning when Morgan made me undress.  My vagina was positively dripping by the time I reached the prop room looking for something to please him.  What kind of person does that make me?”

     Don’t be judgmental I told myself.  The thought she was a cock sucking, ass eating, white whore who loved being gangbanged by black gangsters with big dicks crossed my mind but I stayed cool.

     “You seemed to get into sucking him off.  I’m not reproaching you just making an observation.” I was surprised at the turn of the conversation.  Any casual observer who watched Corrine perform that evening would have concluded the woman was into what was happening but I hadn’t expected her to admit it this soon.  Self is the most powerful form of deception.

     “I had one orgasm after another,” said Corrine.  “It seems wrong and against everything I believed in.”

     “I’m sure any normal female would have acted as you did.  Excitement, danger, and the presence of a half dozen young well-endowed handsome black men add up to a potent combination.  Plus there was an aura of inevitability about the night.”  

     “By inevitability, you meant the fact we didn’t have a choice made it easier to acknowledge the eroticism of the situation.”

     “Precisely, there is an old Chinese proverb.  If rape is inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it.  I’d say that worked for Marilyn too.  Between inevitability and protecting her unborn the woman fucked with everything she had.  I detected the occasional orgasm on her part.  She had one when you went down on her.”

     My quote about accepting the inevitable rape wasn’t as brainy as Corrine’s abyss comment and I had no idea who said it first but I felt it applied just as well.

     “You’re right, of course.  Think we should go into therapy,” asked Corrine?

     “No, they’re legally required to report certain crimes.”

     “I didn’t think of that.  You said the abyss looked in you, too.”

     Since Corrine had dumped her bucket, I felt both obligated and enabled to dump mine.  Actually it was what I had been hoping for since our conversation started.

     “I was turned on watching you have sex with other men.  There, I’ve admitted it.  You have no idea how guilty it makes me feel.”  I chose to emphasize my point by kicking my covers off then taking her hand and putting it on my hard cock.  I reached over to feel her boob.   Her nipples were erect and she moaned when I touched them.

     “I could tell.  Remember when Morgan pointed out the spot on your trousers,” said Corrine.

     “I have a confession to make.  I jerked off in the Control Room watching you suck his cock.  I blew my load so hard the jism landed on the keyboard.  I had to clean it out with a Q-tip and a can of air.”

     Corrine began stroking my cock as we discussed our evening.  “I suppose that’s not unusual either.  I’ve read in Cosmopolitan where the most common fantasy of married men is watching their wives have intercourse with other men or even another woman.  You saw both tonight.  You want me to suck you?”

     “No, I want to eat you,” I said rolling over on her and scooting down to where my mouth could reach her unwashed sex.  The aroma was overwhelming.  I inhaled deeply taking it into my lungs.  The smell was so strong you could taste it and the taste was so powerful you could chew it.  I was in the most profound sexual ecstasy of my life when my lips touched her cunt and my tongue plunged into her juicy hole.   

     There were probably six loads of semen in her cunt mixed with her secretions and Marilyn’s saliva, topped off with a good layer of sweat.  Her anus had the funky smell of old jism.  

     “I should shower first,” said Corrine.

     We had tumbled into bed too tired to shower.

     “No, please, the raunchier the better,” I said parting her labia with my tongue.  I was overjoyed she was still gooey.  The concoction was thick enough I could scoop it up with my tongue. 

     “Oh,” was all Corrine said spreading her legs wider to ease my access.

     She relaxed as I energetically sucked and licked her clit and vagina. At one point, I switched my mouth to her sphincter and she accommodated me by raising her legs to the ceiling and pulling them back toward her head.  The change in position caused a quantity of rectum-marinated cock juice to exit her anus and land on my tongue.

     I had joined the select club of perverted husbands who get off eating their wives pussy and ass after other men have fucked them.  I recalled from somewhere we were classified as cream pie eaters.  The term seemed apt.

     After I had consumed her available fluids, I crawled on top, bent her double and fucked her pussy like a madman.  My cock, acting as a plunger, forced more of her liquid content to the surface and the feel of it surging along my shaft and onto my balls was heavenly.

    Moments later, I orgasmed and so did Corrine.  It had been our most satisfying, erotic, and energetic fuck in quite a while.

    “I guess the abyss really got hold of me,” I said as soon as I caught my breath.

    “That was kinky,” said Corrine putting her head on my chest.

    “It was bizarre,” I said, still savoring the flavors remaining on my palette.

     “Is it something you would like to do in the future,” asked Corrine?

     “Yes, if you’re willing and don’t think it’s disgusting of me.”

     “I think we shouldn’t judge each other under the circumstances. Let’s just go with the flow and accept the inevitable nature of what’s happening.”

     Wise words from the woman I loved.  I decided to follow her suggestions to the letter.