Wigger’s

  Wife-Watching

  Revenge

  Remy Leone

  Copyright © 2017 Remy Leone

  All rights reserved.

  CONTENTS

  1

  Prologue

  2

  Uninvited

  3

  Revenge

  Prologue

  Brady and Ella had been married four years and still hadn’t started a family. They believed that it wasn’t the right time to have a child and that in a couple of years they would be more established.

  Brady had just become manager of the local gas station while Ella had continued working as a waitress where her money mostly dependent of her customers. She knew having a child would cause them a huge financial burden without maternity leave which was another factor they were unable to become a mother and father.

  However, Brady and Ella had a lot of friends. They were able to go out with them whenever they wanted without a child and able to enjoy the night life with the extra income they could selfishly use. This made them sometimes the life of the party as they could afford to finance it.

  One of Brady’s close friends Cameron who was black seemed to notice the extra income and always made himself available to go out with them. It bothered Ella that Brady didn’t seem to mind spending money on his friend and so often.

  She knew that Brady and Cameron had been friends for years and that they had grown close over that time, but sometimes she thought Cameron was just using his husband. It wasn’t like Ella hated him as his personality was charming, playful and masculine; it was just the power he had over her husband.

  Brady would come home after hanging out with Cameron and would talk differently. He would sound like a rapper or even a thug and say things that the average person wouldn’t say. She was embarrassed by him and even more so for him when he talked like that. She wondered if Brady thought he could pull off sounding street savvy. To her he was terrible and likened him to a dad that tried using their teenagers lingo to only fail miserably.

  The more Brady would talk like a kid off the streets the more she would judge him for it. It started making her realize that her husband was a bit too scrawny to talk like that. She would put him in situations in her mind that would make him look stupid or even get beat up for his actions and while it worried her it also made her feel like that would finally teach him to talk like a white guy.

  Ella at least understand why Cameron talked like that since he was from the streets. Also, he was a lot more muscular than Brady so could back up the raw toughness he exuded.

  However, it didn’t seem to matter how much she hinted towards Brady or tease him about his behavior it didn’t deter him. He continued to hang out with Cameron and things only continued to go in a direction that Ella feared.

  She knew she was running out of options with Brady and that something would have to change. Either him or her.

  uninvited

  Over time it had become common for her to come out to the living room and Cameron was sitting on their couch unannounced. He would sit around watching sports with Brady or even playing some of her husband’s video games. Most of the other times he was raiding their fridge and eating them out of their own house.

  However tonight was different. Brady and Ella were able to sit on the couch watching a show that they had been binging on for the last week. It was about a couple who were in the middle of a storm and their struggle to survive.

  Ella always enjoyed the stories based off true stories so they would watch them quite often. Brady would have much rather been involved in his own world, but always submitted to his wife’s needs and wishes.

  In the middle of a suspenseful scene there was a knock on the door. Both of the exhaled out of frustration as they put the show on pause.

  “Grab me a water when you come back?”, Ella smiled to her husband. She gave a small nod towards the door to tell him to go.

  “Of course babe.”, Brady stood up to answer the door.

  The door swung open and there stood the large muscular frame of his friend Cameron. His eyes were half open and he swayed around maintaining his balance.

  “Oh what-up Cam?”, Brady eagerly nodded over to his buddy

  “What up?”, He stumbled around. “Mind if I grab a bite to eat?”

  “You drunk dog?”, Brady noticed he was having a hard time simply standing.

  “Nah.”, Cameron stumbled into the door passed Brady. He laughed, “Well maybe a little.”

  Brady laughed with his friend and walked to the fridge. He grabbed the bottle of water for Ella and then let Cameron raid their fridge. The large black man needed no invitation from his smaller white buddy.

  Brady brought the bottle of water back to Ella who was already glaring at him.

  “Cameron?”

  Brady nodded with a guilty conscience. Ella sat there silently and took a swig of the bottle of the water.

  “Is he going to join us?”, Her tone conveyed how close to the edge she was.

  “Oh well… I don’t really know he is eating.”,

  “Our food?”, She persisted.

  “Well.. yeah.”

  Ella looked over in the direction of where Cameron was plating a food of their leftovers from the last couple of days. He came into view around the corner with his plate to Ella’s disappointment.

  She sighed and started the show again. However she had to pause the video again when Cameron cursed. He spoke to Brady as more of a command than a request.

  “Grab me one of your beers white boy-buddy.”, He tried to smile to cover up his tone realizing it sounded rude.

  “Sure thing player!”, Brady said in a high pitched tone as he walked to grab the beer.

  Ella rolled her eyes at her husband’s lingo, but had little time to concentrate as Cameron sat right next to her in the middle of the couch. He was already eating at the plate of food as Brady came back with a beer.

  “C’mon, you have to at least twist off the top.”, Cameron gave Brady a weird stare.

  “Oh fo-sho.”, Brady obeyed and tried to twist the top off the top of the bottle. His hand twisted, but the cap of the bottle remained still. He struggled for a moment which made Cameron chuckle setting down his plate..

  “Give it here little guy.”, Cameron took the bottle from Brady and twisted the top off as though it was a screw top. He flipped the top to Brady and it hit him in the face as he failed to catch it.

  Ella just shook her head in embarrassment and gave a giggle. Cameron turned to her and put his hand on the middle of her bare thigh which took her by surprise.

  “Blasted my top off in his eye.”, Cameron spoke to Ella suggestively as he rubbed at the middle of her thigh. Ella shifted in her seat while Cameron made a fool of Brady.

  Brady noticed the hand on her thigh and stared at it. He could see him slowly rubbing and even kneading at the flesh of his wife’s thigh. He remained silent as Ella finally spoke up.

  “Well boys, I think it is time for me to go get ready for work tomorrow.”, She stood up all of a sudden in her denim shorts and her white muscle shirt that barely covered her breast. While she made her way Cameron’s eyes followed her. His own hand had slipped down to between his legs and begin to rub at himself outside of his basketball shorts.

  “Damn your wife got a black girl ass.”, He continued to rub at himself while he finished off the beer. “Grab me another.”

  “I got you.”, Brady stood up to grab him another beer this time using a bottle opener.

  When he came back Cameron was sitting back watching football. It was a game that didn’t matter at this point of the season so he was just passing time. Brady handed the bottle to Cameron.

  “I’m going to go check on Ella, dogg.”, He used the side of his balled up fist to bump at his chest with a nod at Cameron. Cameron gave him a weird look.

  “Do what you go to.”, He went back to watching the game and drink his beer. He had finished up the plate of food and handed it to Brady. “Take care of that.”

  Brady took it with a smile and a nod and set it in the sink. He walked towards their bedroom where she was to join her. She was going through her closet and putting her outfit together for the next morning.

  “What’s up babe, didn’t want to finish the show?”

  “And tag along with the both of you? No, I’m good.”, She said obviously angry.

  “What’s wrong babe?”, He asked.

  “The fact that you even have to asks pisses me off. How many times have we talked about your friends… friend coming over? Doesn’t he have a son?”

  “Well yeah, but he’s like 18 it’s not like he needs dad to take care of him like a child.”, Brady argued.

  “That’s not the point, Brady. Cameron comes over, raids our fridge uses our stuff and is he drunk?”

  “A little bit.”, Brady tried to give only an inch.

  “Mmhmm. So he comes over here, interrupts us in the middle of our show and for some reason I have to be punished for it. A guy I’ve told you repeatedly I am not a fan of.”, She stepped out of the closet in her denim shorts and bra. Her large 36DD were covered by a modest and tight bra that sprang off her busty chest to the floor when she unhooked her bra.

  Like any man would be to a pair of beautiful large breasts Brady stood there staring. “Damn babe those boobs are so sexy.”

  She covered herself annoyed by how he tried to change the subject. She pointed to her eyes, “Up here.”

  Brady giggled to himself and looked up like told. His tone changed seeing his wife’s eyes glaring at him with disdain.

  “I’m sorry babe.”, He spoke up.

  “Do you even know what for?”, Brady sat there for a second silently.

  “Staring at your boobs.”

  She sighed and stopped covering herself. “Well then enjoy yourself.”

  Ella began to take off her jeans shorts and pulled off the small sheer yellow thong she wore under her shorts. She went to grab a towel from a separate closet in their bedroom and when she turned around she jumped in the air gasping. The sudden jerk from Ella made her big breasts and ass move and jiggle.

  She reacted by pulling the towel over herself to cover her curvy nude body. Ella’s panic caused Brady to jump out of his own shoes and frantically look around to see what was going on.

  There stood Cameron in the door way sipping on his third beer. He must have been watching Ella undress while they talked. He continued to drink the beer as they both just stared at him. Feeling the need to speak up, Cameron did.

  “Didn’t want to interrupt you both.”, He took another sip of the beer.

  Brady walked towards Cameron and began pushing at him. Cameron didn’t budge and Brady didn’t want to use too much force so there was an awkward moment where they both just stood there. Cameron added more awkwardness as he spoke directly at Ella.

  “Nice body for a white girl.”, Cameron said as though he was a poet and that they both should appreciate how complimentary he was being.

  Brady began to push at Cameron who again didn’t budge. However, this time Cameron moved on his own accord. Brady closed the door behind him nervously giggling.

  “What a hoot that guy is.”, He tried to avoid eye contact with Ella.

  “A hoot? The guy just stood there and watched me undress. This is YOUR friend by the way.”, She stomped her foot once.

  “Oh he’s fine he didn’t mean anything by that.”, Brady defended Cameron.

  “Oh you don’t think so? You don’t think I notice the way he stares at me? The way he always makes you look like a little white boy in front of me?”, Ella delivered the cold words to him.

  “Whatever.”, Was all he good muster out. Deep down he knew she was telling him the truth.

  “Mhm. Whaveter.”, She said while stamping pass Brady and exiting the bedroom with the towel wrapped around her. She walked to the bathroom and began to get ready to take a shower.

  Brady just thought his wife was just on her period or something and walked back to talk to Cameron.

  Cameron had drank at least two more beers since he had stared at the wife and it was beginning to show. He stared over at Brady and spoke freely, “Your wife is so fucking sexy. Got those big titties and phat ol’ ass.”

  Brady nodded in agreement. The compliment was a bit crude, but he accepted it with a half-smile.

  “You’re so lucky white boy. I bet you just swim in between the legs of that goddess of a woman with that little fish you got.”

  Brady giggled and sat down all of a sudden. He hoped that by turning the volume of the TV it would drown out Cameron’s own thoughts.

  “I mean I got this big whale between my legs. Bet I’d cause a fucking Tsunami.”, Cameron chuckled at himself as he grabbed between his own legs.

  “Cam. That’s my wife.”, Brady was nervous saying it, but was proud of himself nonetheless.

  “I know.”, It was hard to tell by the drunken haze he was giving Brady, but it didn’t really reassure Brady that he saw it as a negative.

  “I have to piss. Be right back.”, Cam was still rubbing at himself as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

  Brady spoke up in a high pitched whine, “But Ella’s in there.”

  “Oh I know. Not like I didn’t just see her anyway, am I right? I’m not going to look at anything just take a piss.”

  “Well…”

  “Trust me, white-boy.”, Cameron said a little annoyed.

  “Alright.”, Brady said defeated. He didn’t want to anger Cameron and damage their friendship and she probably wouldn’t even notice who was pissing.

  Cameron stumbled down the hall and made it to bathroom. He slowly walked in and could feel the heat and steam of the shower. Ella’s humming echoed off the walls in the shower and as he slowly crept to the toilet. Her humming continued and she obviously hadn’t noticed someone was in there.

  When the stream piss crashed through the sound of her humming she was caught off guard. She seemed irritated and yelled out.

  “Brady what the fuck? You knew I was about to take a shower.”, Ella scolded.

  The piss continued without an answer. There was a loud silence in the air and only the five bottles of beer came pouring out of the large black man.

  “Brady?”, Ella was rubbing shampoo in her hair and couldn’t see while she closed her eyes.

  Cameron gave no answer as he finished pissing. As he walked by the shower he gripped at the shower curtain and pulled it open slightly. He stared at her while she took a shower and she washed her hair.

  “Brady! Answer me!”, she stopped rubbing the shampoo in her hair and waited for her husband to answer.

  Cameron got more than an eyeful from the curvy white wife. He shut the curtain and continued to walk out. He heard Ella gasp probably realizing it was Cameron.

  Meanwhile Brady nervously waited for Cameron to come back. He heard the toilet flush and figured that he was just having a hard time walking straight after how much more he had drank since being there.

  He watched almost a half a quarter of football before he decided to check to see where Cameron was. He figured he left as he couldn’t find him and just shrugged it off. However, he heard something from his bedroom which pulled him down the hall.

  He approached the noise and slowly opened the door to his bedroom. He found Cameron in their bedroom. In his hands were a pair of yellow fabric that was placed to his face. He was taking in deep breaths of the scent of the yellow stringy fabric. Brady’s heart sunk when he realized what he was smelling.

  REVENGE

  Ella’s underwear that she was just wearing before taking the shower was being used as a mask by Cameron. He stood out in the hall watching the muscular friend getting high with arousal from huffing his wife’s worn underwear as he rubbed himself over his shorts.

  He wasn’t sure how to play this. He didn’t want to cause anyone embarrassment and didn’t want to lose his token black friend who was cool. He fretted about how to handle it, but Cameron didn’t end there. He placed the yellow fabric into his own mouth so he could tuck his thumbs into his waist band.

 

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