My head was spinning since it was clear that my wife had a part in the hot fucking I just received. She had the naked pics the guy had taken within minutes of him leaving. I had no idea what her intentions were, and I really didn't care at that time. I just knew from that point forward gay sex was going to be a part of my life.
I looked at myself in the rearview mirror when I got into my car. Actually sat there for a while feeling incredibly sexy having been so totally used like that just a few minutes before. My neck was covered with hickeys and I just smiled at myself when I noticed. My pants were wet since his cum had leaked out of me and I loved that. I think it was about an hour later that I finally started to drive home.
My heart was pounding out of my chest when I pulled into the driveway of our house. I would have to see my wife and wasn't sure how she would react or treat me. As I entered the kitchen where she was, I was even shaking a little. She smiled at me, took a look at my neck and giggled. She said I look like I really enjoyed myself and told me to go wash up. I said I wanted to wait to shower since I liked the smell of him on me for a little while longer. I still can't believe I admitted that to her. She said OK and asked me to follow her into the bathroom. Once there she helped put some makeup on my neck to cover the bruising from the hickey marks. She said the kids would be home soon. Then she went back into the kitchen to continue what she was doing before I got there.
I felt relieved that was over and she wasn't making me feel weird about it. I poured myself a drink and went up to the bedroom. I wanted some more time to think about how incredible the sex was and how sexy and slutty he made me feel. I was already obsessing about how I would be able to get in contact with him again since I didn't get his info. I wondered if I did reconnect if the sex would be as good or if it was just a one-time thing.
As the days went by my wife barely mentioned anything about it. She only said that she wanted me to experience that after reading some of my messages she saw when she borrowed my computer one day. I had left the tab to a sex website open that I belonged to.
It had been about a week and I was starting to seriously crave getting fucked again. My wife's cell phone was on the table when she was showering and I scrolled through her texts. I wrote down his phone number and was so excited to see what he wrote about me. One text said, "he was a great fuck" and the next read "I'll do it next time for free".
I practically ran to my phone and texted him. I wrote who I was and said I'd been thinking of him a lot and wanted him to have my number in case he wanted it. About a minute later he texted back that he had been thinking about how great a fuck I was and that he was telling his good friend about me. He said his friend wanted to have a threesome with me if I was up for it. My heart started racing and I got dizzy thinking about how amazing that would be. I wrote back immediately with "I'd love that, when?" I couldn't believe I wrote that, but it was automatic and without any thought. Minutes kept ticking by as I awaited his reply. I wanted this so bad. Another experience with him alone would have been paradise to me but him and another guy would be total heaven. It was only five minutes later but it seemed like hours when his reply came back. He named a hotel and instructed me to get a room there the next day. He told me to be ready at 8 am. He said they planned to use me for the entire day, and it would be intense, so I needed to be ready for anything. I replied "OK, I'll be ready."
I was as excited as anyone can be for anything. I also knew that I could handle whatever they had planned for me. I mean I thought I could but there was only one way to know for sure.
Time couldn't go by fast enough. I needed this so bad. I googled how to prepare for anal sex and made sure I was ready. I got out my biggest, fattest dildo and practiced blowing and sucking it for an hour or so. I had to keep busy since I couldn't sit still.
I got to the hotel as instructed and my mind was racing. I had no idea what this other guy was like or what he looked like. How was I so willing to let him use me when that was the case. There was only one reason. I really was a black cock slut. I hoped he was also black but wasn't sure about that either.
They got to the room a few minutes early and Malik, the guy I fucked already, walked in first. He had a huge smile and as soon as I saw him, I felt weak and a little dizzy. Then the other guy came into view and he was also smiling widely. He was a big black guy too and a little heavier than Malik. More of a dad bod but I like bigger guys like him so I was relieved when seeing him. His name was Greg and he walked close and pulled me into him and began kissing me. His kisses were soft and sensual for such a big guy. Malik had his hands all over me and started kissing my neck and sucking it. I love when guys do that and he knew it from last time. I was already moaning with pleasure as Greg kept kissing me very passionately. Our tongues were swirling around one another's very softly but fast and kind of wildly. I don't even think any words were said and I had these two hot guys kissing me and handling me roughly as Malik tore at my clothes. My body was getting jostled around as each piece of my clothes was ripped off my body. My hand was on the bulge in Greg's pants and he felt big, really big.