Notes to readers: Thanks for all the comments both positive and negative.
Same as always: If you like stories of young/innocent/married damsels being seduced into doing naughty things, please read and enjoy. If you don't, just skip this whole series. If you do choose to read, please remember, these are all fictional fantasies of mine. I'm just sharing them with you for fun. I hope you like them, but I certainly understand if you don't. I know it's not at all realistic, but I'm just having fun - so try not to take it too seriously.
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Jem was so relieved that I was all right when he came and picked me up that he didn't even think to question me about the car or to even attempt to determine what was wrong with it. After our sultry kiss, we regained our composure, and I saw Mike's car pulling out of the grocery parking lot out of the corner of my eye. We both simply got into Jem's car and headed for home. When we got home my husband arranged for a tow-truck to pick up my car and for a mechanic to have a look at it.
When the mechanic arrived, he obviously found the car with nothing wrong with it, so he called Mike and informed him that his silly wife had simply forgotten to take the car fully out of gear, and therefore it started right up for him.
Jem immediately began teasing me about something about women and cars to which I simply had to endure the ribbing. I mean, it was either that or tell him the real reason-that I had just received the fucking of my young life and become somewhat owned by a large stud of a black man, and was following through with some insanely kinky instructions he had given me to demonstrate his control over me. I decided to go with the teasing.
Later that evening, after diner, we went back to the grocery store and picked the car up. On the way over, my husband and I were chit chatting about everyday things, when it occurred to me that the next day I would be working a full shift with Tina. Raquel was scheduled off for the day, so it would be just Tina and I. I couldn't help wondering to myself what kind of stories about Mike she would have to share with me! I wondered if he would have the balls to fuck her only shortly after fucking me. Would he make her suck the huge cock that only hours before had been buried in my pussy? I had to admit, even though the thought caused jealousy to spring up inside me, it also made me a bit wet as I sat there in my husband's car, desperately trying to listen to him well enough to at least keep up with the conversation.
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The next day as I prepared for work, Mike telephoned me. He asked me if I wanted to get together again anytime soon. I, of course, said that I most definitely would. I'm pretty sure he had anticipated my answer, as he seemed to have the next line rehearsed.
"OK, but the next time it's going to be at your house – in your bed," he informed me.
I felt my legs go weak at this suggestion. He wanted to fuck me on the bed that Jem and I shared-our marriage bed. It was yet another demonstration of Mikes, intended to show me that it was he that was in total control now, and it was he would not only completely dominate me-an attractive married white woman, but he would also push me to my utter limits in anyway he could imagine.
"OK," was all I could muster as a response.
"And there are going to be some additional conditions this time," he continued. I could hear the edge in his voice.
"What kind of conditions," I asked, feeling a wave of nerves overtake me. What else would he demand this time? I had already shared an intimate kiss with my husband only moments after swallowing volumes of this man's cum. I just got done to agreeing to allow him to come to my house and fuck me on the very bed that my husband and I shared. What would be the next idea he would have to prove his control over me – to push me to the limit?
I had already forced myself to come to grips with the fact that I had made the transition from being faithful to being a complete cheater. In just a matter of a few moments in time I had changed from being completely honorable and trustworthy to becoming a total tramp simply to please my new lover.
Regardless of these facts, I really couldn't bring myself to feel too awfully bad about it. As long as Jem never found out, I wasn't really hurting anyone and the plain and simple truth of the matter was that sex with Mike was too good for me to pass up. Being honest with my self, deep down, I was just too selfish to give him up.
Yes, Tina was right in what she had told me about this man; I felt no real intimacy, love, or any other touchy feely feelings for him. I just wanted his cock, deep inside me. And it was something more than that too. Something competitive had awakened inside me. I wanted to show Mike that I could be the best he had ever had. In spite of the fact that I had no desire to keep this man for myself, I was drunk on the here and now, and was not ready to relinquish it.
Obviously Mike must have had some similar feelings for me, since he took me to his live-in girlfriend's house and gave me the fucking of my life. While he wanted to show me how much of a wimp my husband was, to completely dominate and own me, I felt some similar desires to give him the feeling that he was getting the best he had ever had also - to show him just how much better I was than Tina. I'm sure these feelings were born from the fact that Tina had spent so many evenings seemingly gloating over how good her new lover was. It was as if she were throwing it in my face the whole time.
I realized that even though at one time being faithful to Jem had been the most important thing in my life, something had recently changed in me. Tina thrusting Mike into my life had been the catalyst that seemed to have changed all that. I didn't really ask for it to happen, but when it did, I was powerless to prevent it. So now I was determined to make the best of it.
Sure, cheating on Jem hurt me; there was no denying that, no matter how much I rationalized. At the same time, the fact of the matter remained that I had just had the best sex of my life, enjoyed it more than anything I could have ever imagined, and I was just going to have to focus on the positives and keep the negatives buried in my subconscious!
Mike satisfied me in ways that Jem could never hope to. Jem was very sensitive, and a complete gentleman. These were the reasons I fell in love with him. For these same reasons, I wanted to remain married to him, keeping what went on between Mike and I a complete secret. I was in love with Jem – I was in lust with Mike. Mike brought out primeval urges in me that Jem could never awaken. Yeah, he had a great cock and was amazing in bed, but he also brought out the slut in me. The debased, naughty, sneaky slut that I had no idea even existed in me.
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That night at work was a hectic and busy one. I had precious little time to think of my current situation of cheating with my best friend's boyfriend behind her back. Finally, when our shift was nearly three fourths of the way finished, Tina went on break and I was dying for some alone time with her.
I still hadn't really talked to her about what happened that night at my house. There were so many things I wondered how she felt about that night. Sure, there were the obvious things about what happened with Mike – but I had also not really been able to ask her about what happened between her and Raquel.
Though I had been awfully preoccupied with what was happening with Mike, there was also the fact that my two best friends had shared a sexual experience together. And while I've never considered myself to have any gay tendencies whatsoever, not even being slightly bi-curious, the fact that my two best girlfriends had had sex with each other, each were extremely attractive, and I had witnessed the entire episode did get my heart racing a bit whenever I thought about it!
I was dying to ask Tina about it – how it felt, if she found it hot or if she simply had done it for Mike's benefit. But we had to have complete privacy and more than a few moments alone to have that conversation!
