Marriage Made in Hell 2.

He shuddered at the recollection of how he had cum prematurely, even before he had gotten in, spurting up into the air and against his wife's belly. It all came back vividly to Dave's mind, recalling how his wife had groaned loudly "Nooooo .........Daveeeeeee ............no
................not yet ....................not yet ..................damn it!" With his cock wilting and oozing out the last of his cum on the back of his wife's hand, he could or would never forget her exclamation of disgust "SHIT!" Things only seemed to get worse from then on and at times he couldn't even get it up, no matter what she did to stimulate him. Dave had to admit that he indeed was a total failure as a man!


Another week went by and the tension eased a bit as both Dave and Lacy began talking more and more, keeping each conversation polite and caring for one another. But when it came to bedtime, both were nervous, each hoping that the other did not want or desire any sex. Thus, the marriage was yet to be consummated by husband and wife. Each stalled and when one was in the bathroom preparing for bed, the other would slip under the covers and pretend to be asleep when the other got into bed.

Jumping at any overtime at the hospital, Dave grabbed it, often working double shifts back to back. It was not for the money that he grabbed the extra work but it certainly served as a good excuse as to why he couldn't be home on time. Though money was not a problem and Dave had always tried to avoid working overtime before their marriage, he used it in telling Lacy that in doing so, they could afford the house purchase that much sooner.

Lacy would act dismayed when Dave announced that he had to work overtime. But deep down, she breathed a sigh of relief and that of joy upon learning Dave would not be home. Now weeks since the end of the honeymoon, still no sex with her husband, Lacy began to think back to all the orgasms that Terrel had her skyrocketing to.

When alone in the privacy of her bedroom, Lacy would slip her hands under her blouse to cup her bared breasts, making believe that it was Terrel about to make love to her. Clenching her legs tightly together, she tried desperately to keep her love juices from flowing out of her tingling slit. She had begun to get quite desperate, even grabbing her hairbrush to insert the round handle into her slit and fuck herself with it.

Going to work at the research lab, Lacy would always think back to the video whenever she looked down to see her nametag of 'Mrs. Lacy Richmond'. She shivered in recalling how the video displayed her in her black dress and heels with her labcoat draped over her dress. How the video depicted her being blackmailed and what she had done to buy off her blackmailer. Yes, indeed, buying the man off by dropping down to her knees to blow the man off. True, it was her evil twin sister that had performed the illicit act but who would ever believe that.

In a bit of a daze as she sat at her desk, the ring of her phone startled her back to reality. "Hi, baby! Ready to get more of Terrel's big black cock after work today?" she was questioned. "Ye.............yes .............but ...............but Dave's picking me up from work today!"
Lacy stammered nervously in reply to her twin sister's boyfriend. "So how does Davey boy' pecker measure up in comparison?" she was asked. Trembling, Lacy stammered into the phone "I .............I ............I don't ...............we ............we haven't .............!"

Terrel couldn't believe what he was actually hearing. "Ya mean you and Davey boy ain't fucked at all?" he asked. "N ...........no!" came the stuttering reply. "So ............the Richmond's marital bed ain't been baptized by the bride and groom, huh?" he asked tauntingly. "No ...........no!" came a soft spoken response. "Well, we're going to have to rectify that problem! It just ain't right! Ya jest let Terrel solve the little lady's problem tonight!" he chuckled.

After work got out, Lacy went down to the lobby and a shiver of nervousness coursed through her body upon seeing her twin sister and her boyfriend waiting for her. Approaching them, Lacy glared at her evil twin, fuming but too afraid to say anything for fear of firing up her wrath. Lacy handed her labcoat over to her twin sister, who then donned the white coat and walked out the front door, leaving Lacy standing there with her black boyfriend. Watching from the plate glass windows, she watched as Stacy got into the front passenger door of Dave's car. Then the car pulled out of the parking space and sped off.

As she walked out of the lab's front lobby, Lacy felt quite self-conscious by the glances several of her colleagues gave upon seeing her leaving with a black man's arm around her waist. Then she breathed a sigh of relief as her colleagues knew she had a twin sister and she would merely say it was her sister and boyfriend whom they had seen together. Lacy hoped that those who had seen her with Terrel and who had also attended the wedding would not remember Stacy having a darker blonde shade than she did.