This is the final part of this particular story. I'd advise anyone who's arrived here by accident to read the first two chapters before they get involved with this part. Doing that will give you some context and a solid understanding of just how desperate I was to turn fantasy into reality.
I've tried to be as true as possible to what actually happened. Some parts, I remember better than others and I'll focus on them. I don't remember the exact conversations, but I do remember the gist of them. Without a doubt it was the longest period of almost constant sexual activity that I've experienced -- virtually all day, every day for about 6 weeks.
Update
For those of you that can't be bothered reading the previous chapters, the basics that you need to know are that this all happened in the summer of 2023. The hottest summer on record in the UK. My ex-husband Jon had, by necessity, moved back into the house for what was to be a short time while he got himself back on his feet. We had been fucking since the day he came back. About a week after that started, Marcus came to stay with us for a two month period. He was the son of an American neighbour family. The family had returned to the States and Marcus had to graduate from Uni before returning to join them.
I wanted Marcus from the first moment I saw him. He was a beautiful black guy, 22 years old and massively built and I was super horny. I was having sex for the first time in a year and I was on a course of HRT which had sent my libido through the roof. I was 37 at the time.
The final bit you need to know is that my ex-husband has always got off on me teasing other men. That theme had always played a large part in our sex-life. It was a win-win. He loved talking about it and I loved doing it. I have been teasing men deliberately since I was about 19, long before I met Jon. At university, in the office at work, on the beach, on public transport, when I was out in bars and nightclubs I'd always looked for opportunities. The kind of stuff I'm talking about is flashing stockings, panties, tits and pussy, entertaining tradesmen visitors to the house, being slutty in a bedroom at parties or even the occasional bit of public masturbation and sex.
The challenge isn't getting the attention. Modestly 😊 I'm good-looking, (naughty rather than beautiful) keep myself fit and have 36 FF tits. I have a huge collection of short skirts, tight dresses, stockings, hold-ups, see-thru underwear and boots / shoes with stiletto heels. The main challenge has been that ever since I met Jon, he has wanted me to tease - but only so far. Many, many times, I've got myself into a complete state letting some guy see my stocking-tops in the office, look up my skirt in a bar, grope my arse on a dancefloor, or even slide his hand up between my thighs only for Jon to step in to prevent anything more happen. Over the years, I grudged that more and more as I realised it was only one of us who was getting what they wanted. As time went on I realised he wanted me to be half a hot-wife, while increasingly I wanted to go the whole way.
Since Marcus had come to stay at the house, Jon had been encouraging me to tease him, especially while he was out at work. While Jon and I were fucking, he'd be suggesting what I could wear around the house, how I should act and he'd get off on me agreeing to wear a see-thru robe, or a sheer body-stocking -- all to tease Marcus. He'd call me from the office to make sure I was wearing what I'd promised the night before. He asked me to send pictures and I could tell he was really into this. His suggestions became filthier and filthier over a very short period of time. He could sense that I was really up for it. His focus turned to getting me to imagine Marcus's cock. Imagine how big it might be. Imagine making it hard. Imagine Marcus wanking at night listening to me cum in the room next door. Imagine sucking on his big cock.
He was right. The thought of all these things got me really horny. As we were fucking, these were exactly the things I was fantasising about. The difference this time was that I fully intended to do something about it. Jon was my ex, not my husband. He had cheated on me and left me with the kids. I think he still believed I'd be the faithful wife who would cum at the thought of doing filthy things, but who wouldn't follow through. What he didn't know was almost from day 1, I was ahead of him. I was desperate for Marcus and I was almost certain also from day 1 that this feeling was reciprocated.
I'd caught Marcus having a good look at my tits a few times. Once or twice I'd gone braless so my dark brown nipples were clearly visible to him. I'd worn a very short tennis skirt once while serving him cold drinks in his bedroom where he studied during the day. I noticed him looking at my thighs as I poured him his drink These small things were enough to send me to my bed for a quick wank. The main thing however was I suspected Marcus had been in my bedroom, more specifically in my underwear drawer. I'm particular about how I keep that drawer. Panties neatly folded, stockings at the side and my sex-toys covered by body-stockings and bras at the back. Someone had been in that drawer and hadn't tided up properly after them. The only person that had been home that day while I was out was Marcus. Instead of being annoyed, I was secretly thrilled. He was into me. Even worse or better, depending on how you look at it, he'd had access to my sex and fantasy diary, which was hidden in there. The latest entry had been all about him and what I fantasised about doing with him.
That finding had given me the confidence I needed. When Jon made me cum, either fucking me or eating my pussy in bed at night, I didn't try to stifle my screams. I wanted Marcus to hear me. I'd started dressing for Marcus. I'd let him see me in a bikini. Tits bursting through the top and the bottoms pulled very tight against my pussy. I'd worn a tight white t-shirt and tiny jeans shorts for him whilst helping him with some Finance studies, our thighs occasionally brushing against each other under his desk. However the most extreme thing I'd done, and best of all, I'd wanked for him whilst I was sunbathing in the back garden. To put that in context, I'd thought Marcus was at the gym while I lay on my sunbed -- then I saw the curtains in his bedroom move. I'd already been playing with my pussy lying there in the heat. The thought of him watching had driven me wild. I had wanked myself to a huge orgasm, 99% sure he was watching me and at the same time having some form of deniable plausibility. I wanted him to think he'd caught me, rather than me putting on a show.
Then to bring things completely up to date, the following day, I'd worn nothing but a completely sheer gussetless body-stocking and waited for him to come down to the kitchen for breakfast. I pretended to be ironing a skirt and blouse for a fictional business meeting. That was the day fantasy turned to reality. I was virtually naked in front of him for about 20 minutes. My pussy was pounding and I could barely breathe as I saw his cock stiffening under a tight pair of white boxers. We went outside to sunbathe, me still in the bodystocking, him absolutely massive in his tight white shorts. He offered to apply sun-cream and suggested I remove my body-stocking so it didn't get messed up. As soon as I agreed, he had taken complete control. He obviously knew I wanted him, whether from my teasing or from my sex diary or just that I was willing to stand there naked in front of him, lust written all over my face. There was a sudden and noticeable change in character as in quick succession he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock, then lie on the sunbed and wank for him, all of which I did in a kind of daze, then he'd straddled me, wanking his big cock and spunked over my face and tits.
The whole thing was over in minutes -- in that short time I had moved from the one being in control, teasing him, tempting him, to the one being under control. He told me to go upstairs, clean up and wait for him. He came up a few minutes later, cock hard and ready to go again. I didn't realise at the time, but this was only the start. I was already completely wanton. I knew I'd do anything he asked -- just as long as he would fuck me. I'm submissive by nature, I like taking orders, I can cum on demand but I was completely unprepared for what this 22 year old beautiful black boy would do to me over the next 6 weeks. It was the perfect mix of domination, submission, exhibitionism and voyeurism. Definitely the best sexual experience of my life.
The first fuck
I lay on the bed waiting for him. Nervous and excited. I was naked, legs open keeping myself on edge by slowly but firmly stroking my clit. I remember hearing him reach the top of the stairs and walking along the hall. I moved my hand away from my pussy so he could see just how ready I was.
He came into the room, cock reaching out in front of him.
"You ready to fuck?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Well say it then."
"I want to fuck."
"You've been ready for days haven't you?"
It wasn't really a question. He knew how much I wanted him. He was making sure I knew that he knew just how horny I'd been for him.
"Could you not tell?" I asked.
I could see his cock stiffening as he walked towards the bed. It was big, very big.
He took it in his hand, pulling backwards and forwards on his foreskin.
"Think you can manage it? Think your pussy can take it?"
I didn't know how to respond. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted his cock inside me.
I've never begged for a cock before and this was the second time in a day. I was completely desperate.
"You want it now?"
I didn't say anything, I reached down with both hands and pulled my pussy-lips apart. I knew it was soaking and open. Hungry for him.
He crawled on to the bed until he was kneeling between my spread legs. Still working his cock, making it fully erect. He got on top of me, his cock halfway up my tummy.
"Put it in," he growled.
He raised himself on his elbows and I reached down with both hands and guided his cock to my hole. And then he slid it in. I can honestly say I've never felt anything like it in my life. The pure relief of finally having him inside me, the exquisite pain as my pussy stretched to cope with his enormous girth.
Then he started fucking me. I came almost immediately.
"I haven't even started yet. You gonna cum for me again?"
"Yeah....don't stop."
"This is gonna be a long fuck. I want your cunt exhausted by the time I've finished with you."
That set me off again.
"Go on then, fuck me. Make me cum."
He teased me, mixing it slow and steady, with hard and fast. He had his tongue in my mouth, kissing me frantically and I was loving it. I could feel another orgasm building.
"I'm gonna cum again."
"Go on slut, cum on my cock," he said.
I always get off on that kind of filthy talk. I also loved the command. I responded immediately.
Another big cum.
"You love it when I talk dirty don't you?" he asked. "I've been listening to you and Jon fucking every night. Heard you cum. Heard him talking filth to you. What does he say?"
He was back up on his elbows now, looking me directly in the eye.
"Tell me," he whispered. "What does he say to make you cum?"
I hesitated. I know I was fucking the guy. But how honest did I want to be. To tell him that my own husband, although my ex, was encouraging me to think about fucking other men.
"Loads of stuff. He normally talks about things we've done, or things I've done. He calls me names. I love that. It makes me feel filthy...hot...sexy...really gets me going."
"Has he talked about me?"
I should've known this was coming. Marcus sensed my hesitation and picked up the pace, fucking me more firmly.
"Tell me," he demanded.
Once again that was enough. My pussy was doing the talking for me.
"Yeah. A lot," I admitted.
"What kind of things?" he asked. "Tell me."
"He wants me to tease you. To dress for you. Get you horny. Make myself horny."
