Sugar And Spice, I'll Hurt You Twice
By Klunker100(@yahoo.com)
Part I


A wife seeks revenge on her cheating husband and ends up 
getting more than she bargained for…and enjoys every minute 
of it! Contains graphic sex, interracial sex, violence, 
lesbianism, and coarse language.


5:56 p.m., Tuesday. Like clockwork, Anita rang the doorbell 
and expected Barb, like clockwork, to answer it. They'd 
greet each other with smiles and share the week's events. 
It was good therapy for both women, both in their early 
30s; Anita was an attractive divorcee whose wild ways 
scared off every decent male in the state and Barb was 
married to a man who traveled the northeast quadrant of the 
country scouting locations to build new Buddy Boy Burgers, 
the hottest fast-food chain out there.

Uh-oh: Barb was slow in answering the door and when she 
did, she cracked it open just a little and Anita could see 
that she was crying. The source of Barb's misery was a 
single sheet of paper that came out of an envelope that 
bore the return address of a local police department in a 
neighboring state where her husband, John, had traveled a 
few weeks earlier.

Anita picked up the paper and tried to make heads or tails 
out of it: a Standardized Incident Report, complete with a 
bunch of little boxes filled with an overworked officer's 
scribbled handwriting. It was the policy of this particular 
police department to send copies of these reports to all 
parties involved in the event of future lawsuits but John 
never said anything about anything and it didn't take 
anybody too long to figure out why. Barb initially felt 
sorry for her husband when she saw the word 'assault' but 
wanted to kill him when she read the words, "Accomplice #1: 
Keesha Paul, F/B, DOB 3/25/1979."

Then she got to the meat of it: "Subject reports that he 
had just parted company with Accomplice #1 in room 102 of 
the Rockside Motel. Approximately five minutes later 
somebody knocked on the door. When he asked who was there 
subject states that Miss Paul said it was her and she 
needed to speak with him again. Subject states that when he 
opened the door it was pushed open by Assailant #1, a B/M 
unknown to him. Assailant #1 hit subject with a wooden 
stick in stomach, causing him to fall backwards. Accomplice 
#1 ran in the room and removed subject's cash from his 
wallet and quickly left room. Assailant #1 told subject 
that if he reported this he would kill him. Subject states 
that Assailant #1 then kicked him in the right upper thigh 
then quickly exited the room. Subject refused medical 
treatment. Subject said he was undecided about filing 
charges."

So that's it, she thought. He was balling some young chick 
and then her boyfriend -- or husband -- came back to rob 
him. Once she digested that, it occurred to her that this 
woman was black. She had been ambivalent about interracial 
relationships but was hurt to think that her blond hair and 
green eyes weren't enough to hold her husband in the first 
place, but to a woman of another race was adding insult to 
injury. 

"I'm pretty," Barb sobbed. "Why did he have to do it?!?!? 
What was so great about a black piece of ass that he had to 
do this to me?!?!"

Anita went into a quiet corner and made a quick phone call 
on her c-phone as she perused the report. She hung up and 
told her friend they needed to take a short walk. Barb 
didn't think this was any time to be getting some fresh air 
but was too distraught to argue. She didn't even have time 
to change out of her t-shirt and sweatpants in to something 
decent.

One block over, cut across the street, second house on the 
right. Three minutes tops. Anita knocked on the door, which 
was quickly answered by Janelle, a black woman of 40 or 45 
who preferred the straight, streaked hair look. She was a 
couple of inches taller than Barb, at about 5'-9". Her 
chest and body were well-proportioned, and her arms were 
well-muscled. Janelle invited them in. She wasn't dressed 
any better than Barb, wearing a plain lime green house 
dress. Barb didn't know what to do or say as Anita made the 
quick introductions. Barb kept a pleasant face as she was 
led to a back bedroom, not knowing what to expect.

The bedroom was modestly furnished and dimly lit. Standing 
at the end of the bed was Janelle's husband, Hank. He was 
wearing a red and green plaid robe and white socks. He 
sized her up and said, "Is this the chick?" Barb stopped 
dead in her tracks.

Janelle put her hand on Barb's shoulder and said, "Aw, he 
acts like a big ole' bear but he's really just a pussycat," 
as she led the frightened woman over to the bed. Barb had 
never had spurious sex with a stranger, much less a 
stranger of another race, and in the presence of a friend 
and stranger. But she figured what's good for the goose is 
good for the gander. She slowly began to remove her t-shirt 
as everybody in the room had their eyes on her. Standing 
there in her bra and sweatpants, Hank offered, "Damn, girl, 
you have a real nice body!" Barb took the compliment in 
stride and bent down to remove her sweatpants.

Anita walked over and said, "Aw, you gettin' shy on us? 
C'mon...you have a fabulous body and you're gonna love 
this!" She unhooked her friend's bra and quickly tossed it 
over the chair, then equally as expediently yanked down 
Barb's panties and picked up her feet so she could toss 
those on the chair, too. Barb made a half-hearted attempt 
to cross her arms across her feminine charms but was 
flattered by the way Hank, Anita, and Janelle were admiring 
her. She finally climbed onto the bed, gazed at the 
ceiling, spread her legs, and waited for the inevitable.

Hank wasted no time obliging her. He unfastened his robe, 
pushed it aside, then made a beeline for his prey. Barb 
gave a quick glance at his cock, mentally comparing it to 
her husband's...and she was impressed. Hank grabbed her 
legs just below her knees and forced them apart a little 
further as he thrust his large, black manhood into her 
white cunt. Barb was too preoccupied to notice Janelle, 
standing in a dark corner, unbuttoning her dress. She 
quietly slid it off, revealing her taut, shapely body. She 
removed her panties as she silently and gracefully walked 
over to the bed, wearing only a sexy black bra.

Barb was clearly enjoying getting fucked by Hank. Her eyes 
were half-shut, her back was arched, thrusting her bobbing 
breasts up in the air for all to see, and her arms were 
above her head, tightly holding on to the bars on the 
headboard as she began to climax. She was learning very 
quickly what drew her husband to the bed of a black woman, 
but her full education was just beginning.

Janelle deftly climbed on the bed and snuggled in, breast-
to-breast, next to Barb, who barely noticed. She slipped 
her arm around Barb's shoulder and said, "Honey, you have 
such gorgeous hair," as she began to gently stroke Barb's 
shoulder-length golden hair. Barb was still too preoccupied 
with her newfound sexual pleasure to give Janelle's 
presence anything more than a passing notice.

Coming down from a well-earned climax, Barb's body went 
limp, now covered in a thin layer of sweat. Janelle had one 
arm behind her head and was creeping the other arm around 
her stomach, slowly drawing her nearer. 

"Whaddya think," said Janelle, "black man balls you real 
good, doesn't he?" Barb agreed, finally noticing Janelle's 
close presence and not feeling entirely comfortable with it 
but not fighting it, either. She even draped one of her 
hands across Janelle's arm, which was now starting to move 
closer to her breasts.

Anita broke the ice when she started to remove her skirt 
and said, "Hank, you got anything left for me?" Hank 
grunted and stroked his cock a few times to get the blood 
flowing again. Anita threw panties on the chair, on top of 
Barb's, and said to her, "I hope we get the right ones when 
we leave!" Janelle moved her and Barb from the center of 
the bed as Anita crawled in and spread her legs, 
unbuttoning her blouse as she moved. Hank mounted her and 
tried his best to repeat his performance. 

Turning back to Barb, Janelle said, "There he goes again. I 
swear that man will screw anything that has a crack and a 
bush around it!" Barb tried to force a smile at her crude 
remark. Janelle kissed her cheek and told her how pretty 
she was and that she was glad she came over. Then she ran 
her hands over Barb's tit and told her how beautiful she 
was -- for a white woman -- and how she wished she had tits 
this nice. Barb didn't know how to respond but tried to 
remain gracious while her best friend was six inches away 
from her, shrieking with glee while getting fucked by a 
married black man whose wife was kissing her and feeling 
her up.

The next thing out Janelle's mouth got Barb's heart racing: 
"Turns me on to see a woman gettin' pleasured like that. 
Does it turn you on, too, honey?" Barb thought she was in 
the Twilight Zone, getting sucked into the screen of a bad 
'70s porno flick in some seedy theater while a bunch of 
dirty old men shot their wads all over the seats. Reality 
set in real quick when Janelle squeezed her boob, clutched 
her head with a firm grip and planted her lips squarely on 
hers. This was getting out of hand, she thought, and wanted 
out. Janelle wasn't in any mood to take 'no' for an answer 
and responded to Barb's resistance by pushing her tongue 
past Barb's thin lips and Frenched her good. 'She's a 
better kisser than my husband!', she thought.

Anita's moans and screams were breaking down Barb's 
resistance even further. She stopped fighting Janelle, who 
was now throwing her leg over Barb's and climbing aboard. 
Within seconds the two women were thrusting hips and 
rubbing cunts. Barb responded by letting her hands crawl up 
her lover's arms and caressed her muscular shoulders, which 
turned Janelle on even more. Energized by the passion in 
her kiss, Barb groped Janelle's back until she finally 
found the hook to her bra and unfastened it. She slowly 
pulled it off, making sure she felt every one of Janelle's 
muscles as she went. Now free of their confinement, Janelle 
arched her back just enough to rub Barb's tits with her 
own, cupping them together. Then she placed her hands on 
Barb's soft shoulders and forced her body down so her head 
was between her mounds of black fleshy bosoms. Barb wrapped 
her arms around Janelle, pulling her face squarely in her 
cleavage, relishing every second of it. She found pleasures 
she didn't know existed.

Now it was Barb's turn to take the initiative, and she did 
something she would have never even dared fantasize about 
only an hour earlier: she slid her hands in between 
Janelle's thighs and positioned herself in her crotch. She 
wrapped her arms all the way around Janelle's legs and 
buried her face in her pussy. Janelle accommodated her by 
putting her hands behind the blonde woman's head and guided 
her exactly where she needed to be. Barb worked her tongue 
in her pussy lips and went to town. Now it was Janelle's 
turn to moan.

Hank finished with Anita. He got out of bed, put on his 
bathrobe, and retreated to the bathroom. Anita turned on 
her side, put her head on her hand, and just beamed. She 
said to her friend, "There you go, honey! Now you're 
getting the hang of it! Nothing like the taste of black 
pussy, is there?" If Barb wasn't so tied up in her business 
she would have agreed. But instead she kept rolling her 
tongue around this hot bitch's clit, getting more turned on 
by the black woman's screams and shuddering.

It took a long time for Janelle to climax because she 
wanted to savor every second she could. When she finally 
did reach orgasm, she melted off of Barb and said, 
"Girlfriend, you did that like you've been doing it all 
your born days!" All three women laughed. Anita rolled over 
to Barb and said, "Hey -- don't leave me out in the cold! I 
want some of this action, too, ya know!" She cupped Barb's 
face in her hands and ran her tongue over her lips, which 
by now had lipstick smeared all over them.

Anita moved closer to Barb and let one hand slide down to 
one of her friend's breasts and whispered, "I've always 
wanted to get my hands on your tits." Barb whispered back, 
"I've always wanted to get my hands on your ass," and 
reached over to her friend's butt and caressed it. Barb 
maneuvered her other hand into Anita's crotch and jammed 
her middle finger straight up the love canal. Anita 
flinched and muttered, "Why, you saucy little bitch!" Barb 
smiled and squeezed her friend's ass even harder. Anita 
climbed on top of Barb, giving her an easier time. Barb 
moved her hand and swung it over to Janelle and started 
caressing her inner thigh, who in turn grabbed Anita's ass 
and started working it. Hank stepped out of the bathroom, 
shook his head, and tromped out of the bedroom, slamming 
the door and muttering something about 'crazy broads'. They 
ignored him.


Several minutes later, all three women were underneath the 
covers, all nice and cozy and panting. They were discussing 
how best to deal with John's indiscretion when Janelle 
cracked a big grin and said, "Let's let Vonda have him for 
an hour!" 

"You gotta be shittin' me, girl," said Anita, "you think 
that skinny white boy can even last an hour with her?" 

"What's it matter if he do or he don't? He's got it comin' 
to him, don't he? Then let's do it right!"

"Who is this Vonda," asked Barb.

"Let's just say that Vonda's a woman he'll never forget!" 
The two black women started smirking and giggling like a 
couple of schoolgirls while Barb leaned back and tried to 
picture what kind of Amazon this Vonda was and if her 
husband would come back to her house in pieces.

"Then it's all settled," Janelled chimed. "I'll give her 
aunt a call and see if she's out yet."

"Out yet," said Barb. "Out from where? She isn't gonna hurt 
my husband, is she? I only want to teach him a lesson."

"Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies. Remember -
- he's the one who stabbed you in the back," said Janelle, 
"so he deserves whatever happens to him -- and we will give 
the creep something to remember!"

"And," added Anita, "you have the advantage here because he 
doesn't know that you know what he did. He wasn't expecting 
that report and he also wasn't expecting you to find out -- 
he was gonna keep it from you as long as he could. And 
besides...who knows how many other women there have been?"

"Yeah," sighed Barb. "For all I know, he could have been 
bonkin' the whole United-fuckin' Nations!"

One more good giggle, then the women went to work on their 
plan.