The Conjugal Visit

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Warning – this story contains depictions of cuckoldry and raceplay

The following day Clay instructed me to put in a request for a conjugal visit with my wife. After about one week, my request was approved and the visit scheduled for two weeks later. According to the information provided to me by the prison staff, Mai would be allowed to visit and she and I could spend up to 24 hours in a trailer in a specially designated area of the prison.

For the next two weeks Clay continued to torment me, occasionally telling me about the things that he was planning to do to my wife, and the things that she would do for him. Since my wife had agreed to take my place, there was no repeat of that night when I was forced to suck his cock, and for that I was grateful.

Clay texted Mai often over those two weeks. He told her that if she were to block his texts or fail to respond in a timely manner, that he’d make me his bitch instead. Though Clay never showed me the content of their texts, Mai had all of their texts saved and she later allowed me to read them. The morning after I sucked his cock, Clay texted my wife. Their first exchange went like this:

Clay: Hey slut. Are you ready to hear what happens next?

Mai: Sir… please, we have lots of money… can’t I just pay you or something?

Clay: lol, no. Not money. You can pay with your pussy tho.

Mai then didn’t answer for about 20 minutes, so Clay texted her again:

Clay: If you care at all about your husband you will respond.

Mai: I’m scared… sorry.

Clay: Here’s something to distract you from your fears.

He proceeded to send my wife a photo of his veiny 9 inch cock. It was as thick as my wife’s wrist. It’s a photo that she still has on her phone to this day.

Clay: Like it?

Mai: It’s too big

Clay: No such thing as too big. What’s the biggest you’ve had?

Mai: My husband sir

Clay: lol… Your husband told me that back in ‘Nam you dated only white guys. I’ve seen your husband’s little dicklet. I know that you’re lying.

Mai: Fine. My ex was 8 inches, maybe a little bigger. But it sometimes hurt a little with him. And you’re bigger.

Clay: I guess you’re going to get your little pussy stretched then.

Clay: Let’s see you naked.

Mai replied by sending Clay a selfie. In it she stood before the bathroom mirror. She was completely naked. He wasn’t satisfied of course.

Clay: Nice body. I’ll have fun using it. Show me your pussy, slut. Up close.

A few minutes later she sent another photo, the image of which is still seared in my mind. Mai was reclining naked on the bedroom floor, her legs splayed and her pussy on full display. She was holding her phone, and took the photo using her reflection in her floor mirror.

———-

That night after the lights went out, Clay told me exactly how it would play out. My wife would be brought to the conjugal visit trailer first. Normally I would be brought to the trailer a little later, but Clay had bribed the warden so that he could take my place.

“I’m going to fuck your wife until she can’t walk straight,” he said. “You want to see that don’t you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know… not really….” I paused for a long time. Maybe it was just a coping mechanism, but part of me was actually a little aroused by the idea. Of course, when I first realized this I was deeply ashamed.

“Well you can’t watch. Only one prisoner can be signed out at a time, so you’re going to have wait here in the cell. Don’t worry though, I’ll record it for you.” he said and he laughed. That night I had a dream that he fucked and impregnated Mai. When I awoke from the dream my little 4-inch dick was fully erect.

———-

The next day in the yard I looked up from my book and saw a couple of Clay’s biker buddies staring and laughing at me. Clay was doing bench presses nearby.

“Clay told us about your wife,” one of the guys said to me. He was stocky and muscular and had a full beard. The other one chuckled and shook his bald head.

“Yeah,” this second one continued tauntingly, “he told us how you begged him to fuck her!” Clay was nearby listening. It seemed that he got off on humiliating me.

“I’d love to fuck her. I’ve never had an Asian woman before,” said the bearded one. “Besides, judging from the photo Clay showed us it seems like she’s got a really tight little cunt.”

“For now at least,” Clay finally spoke and grinned widely. The other two laughed and exchanged fist bumps. The bald one stood up and came to sit down next to me. He put his big arm around my narrow shoulders.

“I fucked a Hmong chick once. You should have heard her moan and beg for more. Her boyfriend had a tiny little dick apparently. Kinda like yours haha….” all three of the men laughed. The bald guy continued. “By the end I think that I made her forget her own name. She couldn’t even walk straight. She called me for weeks after that, but eventually I got bored and passed her off to a buddy. Last I heard she was dancing at one of the stripclubs the boss owns. Word has it she’s been passed by the guys around quite a bit.” Again there was laughter.

“Maybe your wife will end up the same way!” the bearded guy said, clearly taking pleasure in tormenting me.

“Maybe when Clay’s done with her we can spitroast the slut,” the bald guy said laughed. “Would you like that wimp?”

I said nothing, but held my head in shame.

“You’re such a fucking loser,” the bearded one chuckled. The signal return to our cells came and I was happy to get away from the two bullies.

——–

Clay continued to text my wife daily over the next two weeks. He would have her send nude selfies almost every day. Clay would sometimes show me the photos to taunt me. One was a photo that Clay showed me was of Mai on all fours on our marital bed with her ass in the air. She was looking back at the camera and spreading her ass cheeks apart. Her pussy was glistening a little. I was unclear how the photo had been taken as I couldn’t see a camera. I later found out that Clay had sent another biker’s old lady over to take some photos of my wife.

“Do you think that she would ever pose like this for you?” Clay asked condescendingly.

In another photo Clay had had the biker’s old lady write on my wife’s body in bright red lipstick. Across her chest she had written “Viet slut” and on just above her pelvic bone was written “Property of Master Clay.” Another photo showed her from behind with the words “fucktoy for BWC” written on her ass. Years later I discovered that Clay had leaked all of these photos online and that they had been viewed millions of time on various porn websites.

Clay also convinced Mai to send him a number of short video clips. In one she was inserting a large realistic-looking dildo into her vagina. She looked into the camera and said “Please Master Clay, I crave the real thing… I need your thick white cock.”

And so it went for two weeks. I was convinced that Mai was just playing along to keep me safe. Clay was a real asshole, but I felt that if I could just survive the next few months, I would be paroled and he would be out of our lives forever.

The day before her visit, Clay sent Mai a text.

Clay: Hey slut. Are you excited?

Mai: I’m nervous…

Clay: Don’t be. You’re in for the best sex of your life

Clay: I want you ready

Mai: Ready sir?

Clay: Freshly washed, pussy shaved, dress sexy, no panties

Mai: What should I wear then sir?

Clay: Wear that tight red dress you were wearing in the first photo you sent your husband.

Clay: It really shows off your sexy little body.

Mai: Thank you 🙂 That’s my favorite dress!

Clay: Good girl. See you tomorrow.

——-

The next day, just after noon, the guards came to escort Clay to the trailer where he would spend the next 24 hours using and abusing my beautiful wife. One of them gave me a disgusted look and shook his head. I spent most of the next day in our cell, too afraid to wander out without Clay’s protection. I tried to read but I was too nervous. In my head I kept imagining what he was doing to her, worried that her might be hurting her, or, worse that she might actually be enjoying herself. My little dick would stiffen when I pictured his thick manhood thrusting deep inside of her, stretching her, and her little pink lips gripping his wet cock everytime he withdrew. I didn’t dare touch myself until lights out and I was sure that no one would see. When I did though I had a mind-blowing orgasm after only two strokes.

I didn’t need to rely on my imagination for long. When Clay returned the next afternoon he was is a very good mood. He was all smiles. He tossed me his phone which was opened to his saved videos and he hopped up onto the top bunk.

I scrolled through the photos and videos. There were about twenty photos and almost as many videos that had been taken over the preceding 24 hours.

I opened the first video in the series.

It opened with my wife sitting on the bed. Clay was asking questions.

“What’s your name?” Clay asked.

“Mai Nguyen,” my wife answered softly. She was a shy girl in the presence of a powerful and dangerous man.

“How old are you Mai?”

“I’m 34 sir,” she replied. Her tone was soft and submissive and calling him “sir” seemed to come to her naturally.

“And why are you here today Mai?” Clay asked.

“You asked me to come.”

“Why?”

She hung her head a little shamefully. “Because my husband owes you, sir,” Mai said, barely above a whisper.

“But you’re here of your own free will, right?” Mai nodded. “Whose idea was it that you come here?”

Mai looked at her feet. “It was my husband’s idea….” she trailed off.

“Stand up for me Mai,” Clay said firmly. “Spin around slowly for me. That’s right.” He kept recording as she displayed herself for him. “You have quite the sexy little body,” he said. “I can’t wait to see more of it.”

Mai blushed.

“You husband says you used to work at a bar back home in Vietnam. I bet you were really popular with the clientel.” Mai blushed and averted her eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded. She raised her eyes to meet his. I could see a strange look in her eyes. “Do you know how to dance?” Mai nodded. “Dance for me then, slut.” There was a radio in the trailer and Clay turned it on. A slower R&B song came on the radio.

“Shake that little ass for me,” Clay told her. Mai started to sway her hips in time with the music.

“Show me how you used to dance for the American tourists back on Bui Vien street,” Clay instructed her. Mai bent her knees a little and started to shake her ass in an enticing manner. I’d never actually been to visit Mai at work in Vietnam and I’d never seen this side of my wife before. Watching the video my tiny dick started to stiffen.

“Take your clothes off for me, slow and sexy,” Clay said and he stood up. Before long my beautiful Vietnamese wife had removed her dress and was standing before him wearing only the lingerie he had instructed her to wear: stocking, garters and a lace bra, all black. She didn’t have any panties on.

“Get up on the bed. Get on all fours and let me see that ass.” She did as instructed and Clay walked up behind her. He squeezed her ass cheek with his right hand and then brought it down with a smack. Mai yelped a little and her ass started to turn red.

He walked around to the side of the bed and stood there. “Get over here and get my dick out,” he ordered my wife. She crawled over and, still on her knees, reached over and pulled at the elastic if his pants. His large cock popped free. Clay was holding the camera pointed down at her head and he caught the looked of shock on her face when she saw how big he was up-close. Mai, almost instinctively, bent her head forward and kissed the tip of his cock, and when she drew her head back a trail of precum stretched from the end of his dick to her lips. She opened her mouth and swallowed him. Clay held the back of my wife’s head and she started sucking. Before Clay had let me watch the video, I hadn’t realized how good my wife was at giving head. In the past when she had sucked my dick, it had been a brief and efficient bit of foreplay just to get me hard. With Clay, Mai used two hands and sucked slowly and deeply, as if she was making love to his big dick with her mouth.

By this point my little dick was rock hard. I reached down between my legs. As if he knew exactly what I was about to do, Clay called down,

“Keep your hands off your dicklet. Do that shit when you’re alone or I’m asleep.” I immediately moved my hand back. It was very difficult to resist touching myself. It wasn’t just the sight of my wife slurping on Clay’s large penis that I found arousing, but also the sound. The sound of Mai’s wet sucking was punctuated only by Clay’s occasionally grunts. Then came the talking. At one point Clay started talking to my wife as her head bobbed up and down.

“You really like sucking my dick, don’t you slut?”

Mai didn’t break rhythm. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“I asked you a question slut.” Mai gave a moan and nodded her head a little.

“That’s a good slut. I’m going to make you my little sex slave over the next twenty-four hours,” Clay chuckled. He withdrew his meat from between Mai’s lips.

“Look at the camera and say hello to your husband, slut,” Clay said and gave her a little slap across her left cheek. My sweet wife, whom I love with all my heart looked up at the camera.

“Hello Michael,” she said to me. Clay slapped Mai across her face with his hefty manhood. It made a wet “thwack” sound on her cheek. He repeated this a few times. He was clearly intent on making the experience as degrading as possible for both of us. Clay grabbed my wife by her hair and pushed her down once again onto his cock. This time he made her gag. I was in a trance watching the video. From the top bunk, Clay chuckled at what he was hearing, and he was probably reliving the entire experience in his mind.

“Still watching?” he asked me. The video ended and I didn’t reply. I opened the next video stored on the phone. It opened with my wife on her knees looking up at Clay with the camera. Clay zoomed in on Mai’s face.

“I am your little Asian sex slave, Daddy. Please fuck my little yellow pussy with your big cock. Use me like the little married cum dump that I am, Sir.” Clay had clearly told her what to say beforehand. There was no way that Mai had come up with such a formulation on her own. From the top bunk Clay burst out laughing.

“Can’t get enough, can you cuck?”

On the video his voice could be heard. “Tell me what you want, slut.”

“I want your that big white cock of yours inside me Daddy.” Her voice was soft and more highly pitched than usual.

“Good little bitch,” he said and produced a dog collar, which he had her put on herself. He took her lead and had her crawl over to the bed. He pulled on the leash so that she stood, then he pushed her onto the bed roughly.

“Ass up slut.”

My wife’s face was burried in a pillow and her little tanned ass and pussy were obscenely displayed to the camera. Clay stood behind Mai and angled the phone down so that he could film the moment of penetration. He rubbed the thick purple glans over her wet labia, dipped the tip a little and pulled out again. There was no condom. Mai gave a little moan. He did this again and on the third dip, he thrust himself two-thirds of the way i side of her. My wife collapsed forward and moaned, but Clay pulled back on the leash and started sport-fucking the woman I love. Clay laid the camera underneath my wife and I found myself looking up from between her legs as this burly biker railed her from behind. Wetness fell down onto the camera. I continued to watch him fuck her like this for a couple of minutes. My wife’s pussy was being stretched wide, but from the sounds she was making of pure wanton pleasure, not of pain. Clay reached down for the camera. He looked into the lens and addressed me directly.

“Like what you see cuck?” He laughed and ended the video.

I clicked through the videos as in a trance. In one, Mai lay with her legs spread, playing with herself. Her pussy gaped a little and appeared wet. Clay approached the bed, knelt between her legs and rubbed the length of his shaft back and forth between her lips as she continued to play with herself.

“Beg for it,” he told her. She sounded desparate and horny as she did what he asked. With one shift thrust Clay was balls-deep in my wife. He addressed me, the viewer, again.

“Your wife can’t get enough of my big white dick, Mikey. I told you she was a slut. Tell him, slut,” he said to her. She had her eyes closed and she shook her head. She clearly didn’t want to hurt me. Clay stopped fucking her, and pulled on her leash. “Do it,” he ordered.

Mai opened her eyes, looked at the camera and told me what I knew, deep down, was the truth.

“I can’t get enough of his big white cock honey…” she trailed off and looked away. Clay tugged her leash a second time. Mai looked at me with her dark eyes. “I’m sorry sweetie…” she said, “I just need Daddy to fuck me and make me feel good.” Clay started to fucked her again, more vigorously this time and Mai started to moan.

“Fuck me Daddy… fuck… fuck… oh… aaa…”

“Am I better than your husband?” Clay asked her while continuing to thrust. He zoomed in on his veiny shaft as he withdrew everything except the tip and started to fuck my wife with long, slow, but forceful strokes. Mai grunted and managed to answer in a sort of staccato.

“Ah… ah… yes Daddy… so big… so good…”

“Tell him.”

Mai looked straigt at the camera.

“He fucks me so much better than you do Mikey. His cock is so much bigger.”

In the final video I watched before Clay took his phone back, Mai knelt on the floor in front of him. Clay was standing and filming my wife who was too busy sucking his big dick to even notice the camera. He recorded my wife slobbering on his shaft for about three minutes before he withdrew and started stroking himself. He aimed his cock at her face as his hand moved qucikly up and down on his shaft.

“Do you want my cum, slut?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said almost pleadingly.

“Stick out your tongue,” he told her and she did so with hesitation.

Clay grunted and a thick white jet of semen splattered against my wife’s left cheek. She instinctively closed her eyes. The second spurt landed across her cheek, nose and forehead. It ran down into her hair. Clay aimed the rest of his load into Mai’s mouth. Clay kept the camera trained on my wife. She was a dripping mess. Sperm mixed with saliva ran down her chin and dripped to the trailer floor in front of her.

“Smile for the camera, slut.”

Clay slapped her across the face with his still hard cock and the video came to an abrupt end.

Clay had then snapped a couple photos of Mai in her degraded state and these were saved right after the video. I stared at my wife. She seemed to look up at me longingly from one of the photos. Then I realized that she had probably been staring longingly at Clay’s big cock. Suddenly it dawned on me what I had done and I realized that my marriage would never be the same. A point of no return had been crossed. Clay interrupted my thoughts by snatching his phone from my hands.

“That’s enough,” he said.

Later that night, after the lights went out, I replayed the videos in my head and stroked my little penis at visions of my beautiful wife being used as a sextoy for this brute. I guess that something inside me had changed as well.

Continued in part 3 “Clay gets paroled”

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