An Anniversary to Forget

My wife, Amy and I have been married three years today. To celebrate I made dinner reservations a month in advance to one of famous restaurants in the city. It’s a little pricey but she loves the show on television so I thought it would be a great little surprise. I told her to dress to impress and she didn’t disappoint. I felt a bulge forming in my pants as my beautiful wife came down the steps of out bedroom. She was wearing a tiny black dress that looked like it was painted on. It was a halter with a low plunge showing off her firm breasts with the perfect amount of cleavage. It had no back leaving little to the imagination, showing off how perfectly tan her body was. She was wearing 4” open toe steel heel stiletto’s that strapped around her ankles. I love her in heels, it makes her long legs seem endless giving her a perfect heart shape bum.
She was pulling out all the stops, her long blonde hair done exactly how I like, halfway up with a few curls falling in front of her face with white gold hoop earrings and a pearl choker necklace. She was wearing a little more makeup than usual, the black eyeliner made her baby blues pop, they looked almost crystal clear. Her fire and ice perfume overloaded my senses, I wanted to stay home at this point and start our celebration in the bedroom.
“You ready?” she asked, strutting by me. The way she was walking screamed fuck me.
“Wow babe, you’re an absolute knockout!” I replied
“Thanks!! So where we going?” acting like a little kid
“It’s a surprise, you’ll see” as she kept pestering me and caring on.
We were about 45 minutes away from the restaurant and our reservations were in an hour. She took her time getting ready, but it was well worth the wait. I decided to take my Mustang. It was a ‘68 classic, Raven black with black leather interior. We normally take it out on special occasions, this was a decision I would soon regret.
Traffic was unusually light so I was able to make up some time on the road. We just got over the bridge when the sweet smell of antifreeze filled my nose.
“Shit… We’re overheating”
We were not in the best of area’s either. The GPS took us through a few back roads off the main highway. With the older cars in the warm weather it was always an issue. I shouldn’t have been so hard on the car, I thought to myself as I pulled over. I took a look around, there where a few teenagers hanging out a few blocks away and a rundown bar on the corner. It seemed like a quite area, after all there was a little daylight left.
“Be right back babe, I have some water in the trunk”
“Okay” she replied, with not a care in the world, fixing her make-up in the mirror.
I popped the trunk when a bum sleeping in a pile of rubbish scared the shit out of me. He smelt like a dead animal died and he used it as a pillow. The smell of his breath made me gag, it seeped out of his mouth as he smiled. He was missing half his front teeth, he was a disgusting old man but he seemed to be harmless.
“Need help?”
“Uh.. no thanks… just need a little water and…”
He noticed my wife in the passenger seat and lost interest in me, he knocked on the window.
“Hey dare missy… you be mighty fine for a white girl”
“Thank you, I guess” she replied, staring at me. She looked like she was about to laugh. He continued to talk with her as I grabbed for the water. Fuck, they were empty. I never refilled them last time I used them. I was in a rush and it totally slipped my mind. I popped my head into the car, “I have to run to this bar over here, I have to fill the water jugs. He’ll keep you company” I said with a wink.
It wasn’t until I entered the bar that I got that sinking feeling. I was the only white guy there among the eight guys and the bartender. It felt like all eyes were on me when I walked in.
The place stunk like a dirty locker room after a football game after all the fans pissed on the field, with a hint of cheap booze.
“Is it possible to fill these up? My car overheated up front here”
“Sura, if ya a payin customa” the bartender said. He had a deep voice, with an ebonic flair with his words.
“Sounds fair, let me getta bud” I replied
I walked up to the bar and paid him. I took a sip of it and walked to the bathroom. I started to fill the jugs when three patrons walked in. The bathroom was ghetto as it is, the four of us where shoulder-to-shoulder. Each time one pissed, I had to stop and let them use the only sink. It was surprising because none of them look liked they wash, let along a five minute hand scrubbing.
I finally finished and darted for the door. I glanced up at the bar and noticed the bum talking to the bartender and a group of drunken thugs.
“Hey, you gonna finish yaw beer honky?”
I wanted to laugh, I never heard that word in about a decade. “Nope, gonna get back on the road, I’m already late.”
“I hea you got a mighty fine piece of ass waiting for you” he snickered
“Yeah I guess… Thanks for the water” I kept my head down trying not to make eye contact.
It was going to be that easy. Two mountains of men blocked the door as I made my way out, each one of them where well over six feet tall, weighing at least 300 lbs and black as night. “Go sit down and finish your beer….”
“Sorry, no time I gotta…” the one on my left took a swing at me mid sentence.
I ducked, dropping the water jugs. His nose exploded as my fist connected with his face. I may sit on my ass all day at work but I go to the gym religiously. I’m in excellent shape and I have no fear of fighting but I was alone with a bar full of rough necks. The second guy grabbed me in a bear hug. I tried to break free but a thud later and the world went black.

I came to and found myself tied to a chair facing the bar, my white button down shirt covered in blood. My left eye was sealed shut, my body ached from head to toe and I had a splitting headache. The haze cleared quickly as I heard my wife screams getting closer to me. I looked up and three guys dragged her to the bar. I struggled to get free but it was no use. They were laughing as they brought her in.
“Get the fuck off me… Where’s my husband? I called the police! They’re on their way” Amy screamed and yelled.
“Bitch, shut da fuck up. Even if ya did call the fuzz, they ain’t comin hea. Now calm da fuck down or I’m gonna hurt ya husband” yelled the bartender.
He pointed to where I was bound and gagged. I was tied to a wooden chair, hands behind my back.
“Oh God, what did you do to him… please let us go.”
“We’ll let ya both go if ya cooperate” he said with a laugh grabbing his crotch.
She ran to me, throwing her body to my lap holding me for dear life. We made eye contact, I felt tears fill my eyes knowing I couldn’t protect her. The bartender walked up to Amy and pulled her off me by the hair. He may have been the largest brawler in the bar. He smiled showing a mouth full of gold teeth. He was about 6’10 with a thick chest and arms to match. I yelled furiously into my gag struggling to break free. The guy who’s nose I shattered punched me in the stomach, I couldn’t breathe.
“Please no more… stop…”my wife begged now crying hysterically. She made it to her feet. She was shaking uncontrollably.
“Hey Bones, what ya gonna do with that fine piece of white ass?” One of the drunks asked the bartender.
“We’ll ya heard the sayin… once ya go black…” the whole bar laughed almost in unison.
“Come hea beautiful” he commanded of my wife, motioning with his stump of a finger. She hesitated at first but made her way to him.
“Wow, ya sure are a fine piece of ass. Those eyes lookin’ up at me as ya suckin’ ma cock gonna make me bust just tinkin’ bout it! On ya knees cocksuckin’ bitch”
“Please don’t make me do this… please!”
“Don’t make me tell ya again, ain’t gonna be so nice ‘bout it next time”
“Okay, but not in front of my husband.. I can’t…”
He backhanded Amy on the jaw sending her to the ground like a sack of groceries. I struggle again and was punched again.
“He’s gonna watch as real men, fuck his ho of a wife. Bitch ya ain’t gonna want white dick again!”
He dropped his pants and his huge fully erect dick stood straight up.
I watched as my wife held it in both hands, with about 4” left. She couldn’t close her hand around his girth. Amy slowly moved the massive cock to her lips and slowly start sucking on it. She was on her knees giving the best blowjob of her life, hoping it would all end with his orgasm.
“Niggas dis gotta be the best head I eva got! No joke”
He started thrusting his hips, Amy tried blocking the deep thrusts by holding onto his shaft hand over hand but he soon knocked them off.
“Grab your heels ho!” She did what she was told as he grabbed a two hands full of her golden hair.