Part 2 – Dibs Law Continuation** **Mrs. Keagan & Taylor** Adults only.

**Part 2 – Dibs Law Continuation**

Mrs. Keagan & Taylor

Adults only.

### Extraction Summary (New Panels – Reading Order)

• Bill is held in the living room by Debo’s crew while he hears his wife being fucked in the bedroom. He tries to stand and is forced back down.

• Mrs. Keagan is restrained, arms bound, taking deep, aggressive anal from Debo. Multiple angles show the same hard, continuous pounding. She cums more than once, voice raw.

• Debo oils her ass, forces himself in, and keeps a relentless pace for nearly an hour.

• He finishes deep inside her, tells her the debt is paid, and leaves her exhausted on the bed.

• Later they both walk out fully dressed. Debo praises her to Bill. In the car she shuts Bill down when he tries to thank or forgive her.

### New Chapter – After Debo

The drive home was silent except for the engine. Bill kept glancing at her. Mrs. Keagan kept her eyes on the road and her hands tight on the wheel. When he finally spoke—“Honey… I forgive you. And thank you for helping me.”—she didn’t look at him.

“Oh. Shut the hell up, Bill.”

That was the last thing either of them said until they reached the house.

She went straight to the shower. The water ran hot. She stood under it longer than necessary, washing Debo’s cum out of her ass and off her thighs, watching it swirl down the drain. When she came out, Bill was sitting on the edge of the bed like a man waiting for a verdict. She ignored him, put on a robe, and went downstairs.

Taylor texted at 4:12 p.m. the next day.

Taylor: After work. Same place. Don’t clean up from yesterday if there’s anything left. I want to see it.

She stared at the message for a long time. Then she typed back one word.

Mrs. Keagan: Okay.

### The Following Afternoon

Taylor was already inside when she got home. He had used the spare key she had given him the week after Debo. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, scrolling his phone, looking completely at ease in her house.

“Clothes off,” he said without looking up. “Everything. Then bend over the table.”

She set her bag down, unbuttoned the blue blouse she still wore for work, stepped out of the skirt and the underwear beneath it. The air felt cool on her skin. She walked to the dining table, placed her forearms on the wood, and arched her back the way he liked.

Taylor hopped down, walked around behind her, and ran both hands over her ass like he was checking property.

“Still a little red from yesterday,” he muttered. “Debo really worked you over.” He spread her cheeks with his thumbs. “You took that big dick up this tight little hole for almost an hour and you’re still walking. Impressive.”

She didn’t answer. He didn’t need her to.

He spat once, rubbed it in, and pushed the head of his cock against her. The first few inches always made her breath hitch. He didn’t wait for her to adjust. He sank the rest of the way in one long, steady thrust until his hips were flush against her.

“Ugh—God, Taylor—”

“There it is.” He started moving immediately, deep and hard, the same relentless rhythm he always used. The table legs scraped lightly against the floor with every impact. Slap after slap filled the quiet house.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Your husband still think that debt is paid?” Taylor asked, voice low and conversational even while he fucked her. “Because from where I’m standing, this ass still belongs to whoever wants it. Dibs law, right? Black men can take white wives however they want. I’m just following the rules.”

She moaned into her arm. Her pussy was already dripping onto the floor between her feet. Taylor reached around and rubbed her clit with two rough fingers, timing it with his thrusts. The dual sensation dragged a higher, broken sound out of her throat.

“Ugh—fuck—Taylor—”

“That’s it. Let it out. Bill’s not home yet. Scream if you want.”

He kept the same hard pace for a long time, never slowing, never giving her more than a second to catch her breath. When she came the first time her legs shook hard enough that he had to hold her up by the hips. He fucked her straight through it, chasing the next one. The second orgasm hit harder; she cried out openly, forehead pressed to the table, ass pushing back to meet every thrust.

Taylor lasted longer than usual. When he finally pulled out it was only to stroke himself twice and paint her ass and the small of her back in thick ropes. Some of it ran down the cleft and over her still-clenching hole. He watched it for a moment, then gave one cheek a proprietary slap.

“Don’t clean up until after I leave,” he said, already tucking himself away. “I like seeing my cum on you when I walk out the door. Same time tomorrow.”

She stayed bent over the table, breathing hard, the robe she hadn’t bothered to put back on hanging open around her. The front door closed. The house went quiet again.

Bill would be home in ninety minutes.

She would shower then.

Or maybe she wouldn’t.

Next options

1. Bill comes home while Taylor’s cum is still on her and the conversation that follows.

2. Taylor starts staying longer / overnight under the same “maintenance” excuse.

3. Debo reappears, claiming the original debt was only partially settled and wants another session.

4. Mrs. Keagan begins setting small conditions of her own (time limits, places, what Bill is allowed to know).

5. Taylor brings Crystal (or one of Debo’s crew) the next time.

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