The Sweet Wife by Charles Arnold Page A

closed her eyes trying to picture Billy and Sara hoping a vision of them would give her the strength to say no. Opening her eyes she saw the long black finger wet with her juices. Sammy moved it back away from her. She had to lean forward to kiss it. “Tell me,” Sammy said.
    The tears were streaming down her face. She swallowed hard, “Please, put it in me again. Put it in my…in my cunt.”
    He stepped back a little more. “Maybe you should lick your cunt juice off it first. What do you think?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, “I’ll lick it.”
    He bent down holding his finger slightly above the floor, beckoning her with it.
    Hating herself, she slid off the table and on her hands and knees lowered her head to take his finger into her mouth. Silvie and the men, except for Travis, formed a tight circle around them. Sammy’s voice was mean, “Clean it good, Mrs. O’Donnel. Suck it!”
    She heard his long fingernail click against her teeth and felt it scrape against the roof of her mouth. She almost gagged.
    “Now ain’t that a sight!” Silvie cried. “Married white mama on her hands and knees sucking a black man’s dirty finger. We should have a picture!” They all looked up at the low ceiling where a small video camera was recording. Smiling, they nodded to each other.
    “That’s enough!” Travis shouted. I don’t want my woman cumin this early in the night. Sammy stood. Maureen rose to her knees and looked at Travis, tears still streaking her flushed cheeks. She started to stand up. Travis shook his head. “Crawl,” he said. Feeling deeply ashamed, she crawled across the length of the floor to him and waited at his feet, her head down. “Look up here,” he said. She lifted her head. “What the fuck you doin crawlin around on this dirty floor in your new expensive gown?
    Confused, she began, “You told me…”
    “And why you got your bare tits showin? You tryin to get the brothers hot for you or what?” Everyone had caught on and smiled.
    Quickly, Maureen rose to her knees and pulled the gown over her breasts. Travis glared at her. “Why was you over there suckin that ugly black man’s finger? That’s disgusting.”
    “But you said…”
    “Take the position,” he ordered. Obediently, Maureen straightened her back and, placing her hands behind her neck, looked up into his face. He took her purse from the table and handed it to her. “Your lips is all smeared. Fix them.” Quickly, she removed the mirror, the lipstick, and gloss. She placed the mirror on the floor and leaned over trying to steady her hand while she reapplied both. She was startled to realize that the face looking up at her from the mirror was, in spite of or perhaps because of the situation, very pretty and flushed with excitement. When she finished, she put the cosmetics back and rose up to take the position once more. “That’s better,” he said. “I don’t like no sloppy slut mouth. Got to look perfect for your man, ain’t that right?”
    “Yes, I want to be pretty for you.”
    “Yeah, always look good for your man. Who’s your mouth belong to?”
    “You. My mouth belongs to you.”
    “And what you gonna do with it?’
    “Kiss you. Please, let me kiss you.” Once more, as she said the words, she felt a gush of heat between her legs. She licked her lips and thrust her breasts forward.
    “Damn!” Linc cried, “I do believe this woman is so fuckin hot for Trav she do anything!”
    Travis allowed himself a slight smile, “That true, Mrs. O’Donnel. You so hot for me you do anything?”
    “Yes! Yes I am. You…you excite me.” She lifted her head and leaned toward him. “Anything,” she said.
    “Like what?” Silvie asked. “Tell us some stuff you gonna do for brother Travis.”
    Not taking her eyes from Travis face, she said, “I’ll crawl to him. On my knees, I’ll suck him, worship his cock. I’ll beg him to…to…fuck me.”
    Silvie stepped around to look down at Maureen. “Travis say you got