Sharing Gina

Disclaimer

This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. This is a different take on the BBC genie; instead of the typical guy becoming a cuckold, most of these types of stories fall prey to.

Chapter 1 - Art of the Deal

Gina was on her knees, naked, and had Tai's big black dick in her mouth, moving her head back and forth, caressing it with her tongue, her hands lovely, fondling his balls. She was so turned on that her soaking wet pussy was eagerly awaiting when it would be assaulted by Tai again. She almost couldn't believe she was doing this; so much had happened so quickly.

It seems only weeks ago that she was out with a friend for an afternoon lunch. Gina noticed her friend Olivia had something black on her ankle; Olivia's high-heeled shoe strap partly covered it. Curious, Gina bent down for a better look, examining it closer, she realized it was a tattoo.

"You got a tattoo?" Gina said.

"Yes," she responded with a grin, pulling the shoe strap aside to let Gina get a better look at it. "My boyfriend gave it to me."

"Boyfriend?" Gina questioned, "But you have a husband. How can you have a boyfriend? You're cheating on Tom?" Gina could see it was a playing card, a Spade, with a Q in the middle. She had no idea what it meant.

Both Gina and Olivia were what you might call trophy wives: young, beautiful women who married older, wealthy men. Gina was lucky with Marty; he was thirty-five, only seven years her senior. They got married shortly after she turned nineteen. Olivia was not as fortunate. While she was able to land a wealthy man, he was in his mid-fifties then; he was sixty-four now, and Olivia was confined to Gina; they hadn't had sex in several years. Tom couldn't get it up anymore.

"Yes, and I love every minute of it. You should meet him; she is quite the charmer," Olivia responded. "Actually, he's here. I wanted you to meet him, and he wanted to meet you. I told him all about you."

Olivia beckoned across the room, and a young black man approached their table. He slipped into the booth seat next to Olivia, took Gina's hand, kissed it, and said

"Hi, I'm Tai. It's wonderful to meet you finally. Olivia told me so much about you."

She almost blurted out to Olivia, but he's Black, but she held her tongue. Blacks were not common in town. She tried to be polite. Gina always thought of Black men as uneducated high school dropouts who either sold drugs or sponged off their Black girlfriends who had jobs as store checkout clerks.

Tai seemed different; he was a smooth talker. Before Gina knew it, against her better judgment, the three of them ended up in a hotel room, Gina naked on the bed, Olivia was French kissing Gina and fondling her breasts, and Tai was giving her oral sex. Gina had an intense orgasm. Before she came down from her high, Tai was inside her, pounding away. His thick ten-inch cock was stretching her pussy to her limits. Her husband wasn't small; he had a good Seven and a half inches, and you wouldn't think a couple more inches would make that much of a difference. Gina attested otherwise; it felt so good, more so when Tai came inside her. Gina's lunch date turned into a sex date; by the time they were finished, it was late, and she only had time for a quick shower in the hotel room before rushing home before her husband returned home from the office.

Gina promised herself it was a one-time thing; everyone tried new things from time to time, and Marty, her husband, was always trying to get Gina to try something new, especially in the bedroom. Gina put the whole thing out of her mind, that is, until Olivia called her again next week, wanting to know if she wanted to have another fuck date with Tai. Before she was aware of what she was saying, she answered, "Yes."

Gina arrived at the indicated hotel room and knocked on the door. Tai opened the door wide open instead of a crack, as most people would do—at least in his state of dress. Gina could see Tai was buck naked, with a hard-on, not ashamed of it at all. Gina quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind her, fearing someone would see. Looking around, she didn't see Olivia; maybe she was in the bathroom.

"Where's Olivia?" Gina asked.

"It's just us," Tai responded, "I wanted to give you the full attention that you deserve."

And give her attention he did; it was again late by the time they finished. Tai wouldn't allow her to wash up and sent her home with the heavy scent of his sex on her. She barely had time to take a shower at home before Marty arrived home.

Again, she promised herself it was just a phase she was going through now that she had it out of her system; she wouldn't see him again. But she did see Tai again. First, it was once a week, then twice, which turned into three to four times a week. Sometimes Olivia would join them, sometimes not, or Tai would invite a friend or three to their encounters. She used the same excuse repeatedly. She was losing control.

Movie night

Gina and her husband Marty just sat down together on the wraparound sofa for a movie night together—something they had enjoyed doing together for several years. A massive flat-screen television covered the wall, and Marty made buttered popcorn. Gina was a twenty-eight-year-old, blonde, 5 feet 5, with 36 double D, enhanced tits, and flawless skin. Her skin was the result of laser hair removal treatments. She did not have one hair on her body below her neckline, she skin was smooth to the touch, like a baby's bottom.

Marty was successful and quite wealthy, which was unusual for the small, former coal-mining town in northwest Pennsylvania. The unemployment rate was high; most people were struggling to make ends meet on government assistance.

Gina asked Marty what the movie was about, but he said he wanted to surprise her. They cuddled up together, dimmed the lights, and Marty pressed play on the video. Initially, the lighting was terrible, the camera angle was poor, and the sound quality was static; Gina wondered what kind of movie this was. It was certainly not a recent blockbuster—it looked like some independent, homemade film. She could hear the sound of heavy breathing and bodies slapping against each other. Gina could see a white woman and a black man having sex on what looked like a motel room, recorded from overhead, from the ceiling, maybe? The video was out of focus, but the camera moved to get a better angle, and the sound quality started to improve.

Gina said to Marty, "A Porno? On movie night? Want us to watch porn? You know I don't like this stuff," Gina said disgusted.

Gina started to get up, but Marty wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back.

"The good part is coming up," Marty said.

The video came into focus; Gina noticed the phone on the motel nightstand next to the couple fucking in a missionary position; the woman's legs were spread wide, giving the Black man full access to her body. She could not see the couple's faces yet, but she realized she recognized the phone case; it had a blue cover with a unicorn on it. Gina started at it in horror and glanced over to her phone sitting on the coffee table in front of the Sofa. It was the same blue phone with a unicorn on the cover; her stomach dropped when the Black man on top of the White girl shifted position, and she could clearly see the woman's face; it was her.

"Oh god," Gina said.

"I don't believe that's the next line in the video," Marty said

Gina heard herself cry out, "Fuck me, Tai, Fuck me!"

Gina said to Marty, "Please turn it off."

"Not a chance," Marty said, holding Gina tighter, "it gets better, a lot better."

The scene changed; it was not a cheap, grainy video anymore, and it was in high-quality video worthy of any quality porno. Gina saw herself on top of Tai, cowgirl style, with another Black man behind her, fucking her up the ass. The video camera angle changed as the action unfolded, giving the best views of the sex scene unfolding on the screen; she could see it was carefully edited. As she watched the threesome in front of her, the pit in her stomach began to change to one of arousal. After only a few minutes of being forced to watch, she felt her pussy get so wet, it soaked her pants. She shifted her arm so she could get her hand down her pants, and she began rubbing her pussy. Gina started to moan softly.

Again, the scene changed. The video showed Gina bent over the side of the bed, with Tai taking her from behind.

She heard herself say in the video, "You fuck so much better than my husband."

Tai responded, "I want you to get a Queen of Spades tattoo on your ankle."

"I would love to, but you know why I can't. My husband will see it," Gina responded in the video.

Marty pressed pause on the video, and the action stopped. Gina was frozen in mid-action, her face filled with a look of bliss, in the video.

Gina snapped out of her daze, "Please, Marty, I can explain," she began, but she knew there was nothing she could say to explain this; she was fucked.

"Save it, Marty," he said in a calm voice. She expected him to be enraged.

Still holding tightly onto his Wife, Marty continued.

"I thought long and hard about what you have done and came up with two options," Marty said.

"The first option is that I divorce you with cause. You will get nothing; you will lose this nice house, your jewelry, designer clothes, Mercedes, everything. After I show these videos to your parents and friends, you will be disowned. You can move into the mobile home trailer with young, unemployed Tai Dam and his mother."

Marty paused, letting this sink in.

"My second option is I share you with Tai."

"What?" Gina said, confused.

"Let me finish," Marty said. "You can continue to see Tai and continue fucking him, keeping all of your material possessions, but I get what I want as well, and there will be ground rules."

"First, no more lies; I want to know where you are, who you are with, and what you're doing at all times. There will be tracking devices on your phone and car, if necessary, and even on you. Your iPhone text messages will also be sent to your iPad so I can monitor them. You will have no privacy anymore; I will install cameras in every room of the house to watch you."

"Second, you will get a tramp stamp. I will specify the design. You will also get your tongue, breasts, belly button, and pussy pierced. In addition, I will allow you to get that Queen of Spades tattoo Tai wants for you. After all, it will make you more recognizable as the slut you are."

"Third, we will join a swinger site; I will make all the arrangements. We will meet other couples every weekend for full swap sex; I will fuck you whenever I want, and you will fuck whoever I tell you to, no questions.'

"Fourth, you will wear short skirts without underwear. We can put those hair removal sessions you wanted and that I paid for to good use. You will always wear crop top shirts and low riser pants, showing off your tramp stamp."

"Fifth, you will continue to use birth control. If Tai gets you pregnant, I will divorce you, and you can raise your mixed-race bastard child with Tai."

"Finally, I want to meet Tai to work out our sharing arrangement with him," Marty finished.

Gina was stunned.

"That's the deal: divorce or a sharing arrangement. You can have an hour to think about it, and you can even call Tai and talk it over with him," With that, Marty walked out of the room.

Gina sat on the sofa for a few minutes in a trance. What just happened? She snapped out of it. She didn't think she had any choice. Tai was only nineteen years old, and he was a good fuck, but hardly someone who could take care of her in the lifestyle she had become accustomed to. It was a trailer-trash future for her if she chose divorce, and she knew it.

In a daze, she picked up the phone and dialed Tai. He was surprised to hear from her that evening and more astonished at the offer her Husband made, but he agreed to meet with him.

Marty returned precisely an hour later; "What is it going to be slut?" He asked.

"Please don't call me that," Gina asked.

"If you're going to behave like a slut, then you get to be treated like one. That's who you are now. Are you a divorced or married slut? That is the only answer I want to hear from you now," Marty demanded.

"Married," Gina replied in a defeated tone.

"Excellent!" Marty said in a happy tone.

"Come with me; we have an appointment at the tattoo shop. I have your new Tramp Stamp already picked out," Marty said.

"Wait, what now?" Gina said, surprised.

"Yes, now," Marty said forcefully, "the sooner you get your Tramp Stamp, the sooner you get to see and fuck Tai again, slut."

The Arrangement

Marty and Gina arrived at the Tattoo parlor ten minutes later. Marty boldly walked up to the door, pulling Gina by the arm behind him.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the closed sign on the door; maybe she could talk him out of this. She was usually able to manipulate Marty, but she wasn't so sure this time. He must have known about her cheating for some time. She counted at least three separate occasions in the video where she met Tai to have sex. The threesome in the video was several weeks ago, and she had done far worse with Tai since then.

Marty must have had hidden cameras installed in the hotel room. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why they always had the same room available for her and Tai. There was only one other hotel in town, but it was always sold out when she inquired about a room, even when the hotel parking lot was empty. The hotel, which she and Tai lovingly referred to as their place, always had the same room available for them.

After a while, she no longer bothered trying to book at the other hotel; instead, she drove over to their favorite hotel, walked into the lobby, and was given a key. She always paid cash; she wondered how Marty discovered her cheating.

At first, she only met Tai once a week, if that. Then, a few times a week, as soon as Marty pulled out of the driveway to go to the office, she would be in her Mercedes, picking up Tai at his mother's beat-up mobile home in the trailer park where he lived. Tai got into her car and greeted Gina by making out and fondling her breasts before rushing over to the hotel for a morning and afternoon of fucking. Often, they would order food or drinks, which would be sent to their room when they took a break.

Marty knocked on the door. There was a moment's pause, and then the door was opened. A man ushered them both inside, closing the door behind them.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Smith. I own this tattoo shop, and your husband said you had a special request that couldn't wait until morning," Mr. Smith said.

Gina was about to say something, but Marty cut in before she could, "Yes, you can say it will be a marriage-saving tattoo. You have everything ready."

Smith shook his head, yes.

He pointed to the chair where Gina was to sit to get her new tattoo.

Gina sat in a daze; this was happening too fast.

Smith showed her the tattoo design he planned to give her, a black Celtic design with a red heart in the center; inside the heart was the capital letter Q. He asked her to agree to its placement on the center of her back, above her butt. Still, high enough that it would be clearly visible when wearing low-rider pants or panties.

Gina just nodded; there was no way she could see a way out of the mess she had gotten herself into. Marty brought the divorce paperwork with him; he said all he had to do was press a button, and it would be electronically filed with the courts. Then, he just had to click another button, and the video, along with others like it, would be emailed to her parents, brother, relatives, and everyone else she knew.

Smith said he needed verbal confirmation, and she needed to sign a tattoo consent waiver for his protection.

To her, it sounded like someone else's voice, but she knew it was hers. "Yes, I want that tattoo on my lower back," she said, pointing to the design on the paper. She also signed the waiver he presented.

"All right," Smith said, "everything looks to be in order. If you would remove your top, we can get started; you can keep your bra on."

Gina removed her top; she had no bra on under it. Marty had her remove it at home before they left for the shop. Embarrassed, she leaned into the tattoo chair Smith indicated.

As Smith was tattooing, he was chatty; Gina just wished it was all over.

"I'm normally closed this time of night," Smith said, "But your husband is paying me a generous amount of money to open just for you and your tattoo. I'm not complaining, mind you; the rent is due, and business has been slow. Still, it is unusual; you could have saved a considerable amount of money by just waiting for tomorrow."

It took several hours for Mr. Smith to complete her tattoo. He talked the entire time. She only half listened to his ramblings. When he was finished, he provided the couple with information on aftercare.

"My wife will be back tomorrow to get another tattoo on her ankle. She will be with a Black man," Marty told Mr. Smith. "She will be getting a Queen of Spades tattoo; she apparently developed a taste for Black men."

Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow. "I take my clients' confidentiality serious. No one will know about her tattoo or sexual preferences," he said, thinking her husband wanted to keep this a secret.

Marty pointed to the wall, where photos of other tattoos he had done were displayed, some showing the faces of his clients, most not. "I would like you to add my wife's photo to your wall, showing off her new tramp stamp and Queen of Spades tattoo, completely nude, showing her face too. I want everyone who comes in here to see what a slut she's become. When you give her the Queen of Spades tattoo, make sure the Spade symbol is smaller than the heart tattoo you gave her today." With that, Marty peeled off a dozen hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Mr. Smith before leaving.

When they returned home, Gina was exhausted. It was well after midnight, and she had a very emotional evening. She was asleep as soon as she hit the bed's pillow and didn't even undress.

Gina awoke the next day nude. She usually didn't sleep naked and was certain she hadn't taken off her clothes before bed. Marty wasn't in the Master suite or bathroom, which was good; she didn't want to face him yet. She tried to take a shower, but remembered that she had to wait twenty-four hours after her new tattoo before she could do so.

Forging her shower, she entered the master bedroom closet. She opened her panty drawer and found it empty; she checked another, and it was empty, too. She then looked at her outfits. Most of them were gone; in their place were mini and micro skirts, some of which wouldn't even cover her ass. Her shirts were not much better; all of them were crop tops with far more cleavage than she usually displayed. Most of her bras were missing as well; only a few of her original ones remained, but she had a lot of new push-up bras.

Gina looked for over an hour before she found something that could pass as sexy but not slutty. Next were her shoes; sneakers and flats were gone, but most of them had high heels. However, she did manage to locate one pair that had a wide heel and was only two inches high.

Walking downstairs, she saw Marty in the kitchen. He made breakfast. "Sorry", he said, "I think it's cold; you took longer than I expected to get ready this morning."

Gina said nothing, just glared at him.

"Eat up. Tai will be here at 10 a.m., and we have to get you ready," Marty said.

Gina didn't know what he meant by that; she was already dressed. She ate in silence, glaring at Marty like this was all his fault.