A few months after our wedding, my husband wanted out of the lifestyle. It suddenly bothered him now when we went out and I was approached by men I'd played with before. Men he was fine sharing me with before. Of course I went along with it and tried to live a normal life with monogamous sex. I told my other playmates and they were disappointed, and doubted I could actually give it all up, but they were mostly understanding. I had been a party slut for like 8 years at that point, and it just seemed unlikely I could change my life so dramatically. But we all moved on.
For backstory, my husband met me at a sex party. For most of our relationship, he liked telling the story of how we met and the first time he saw me. He was walking up to the party and I was on the back porch, on my knees, giving two guys head. He was once proud to tell that story. "She was on her knees sucking one cock, stroking the other, and working her clit at the same time." A few hours later I was giving blowjobs in the kitchen and he was one of them. We fucked later that night before we knew each others' names. His is Andrew.
We hooked up at more parties and he was actually a coworker of my close friend who organized most of the parties. Troy would text me a few times a week to meet him on his lunch break and, after Andrew attended a few parties, he invited Andrew to join us on their breaks too. Eventually we formed a relationship and it was unconventional because I was the party slut but we had our own thing. It's obviously difficult to explain. Most people assume he was into the cuck kink, but he wasn't. It wasn't like that and that might be part of why things didn't work out. Anyway, the point is he was ok with sharing me for over a year with his friends, until right after we got married.
I lasted about 6 months before I cheated the first time. I had seen Troy at a bar when I was with a coworker. He was with another guy and a woman my age, with a similar figure as mine. He has a type: white women less than 10 years younger than him, big booty, thick thighs, among other things. I tried to wave but he seemed like he was ignoring me. Of course I was distracted then by watching him, looking for opportunities to make eye contact. When I saw him go towards the restroom, I excused myself and tried to catch up with him.
In the little hallway by the restrooms, I caught him as he came out. "Hey, I saw you at your table. How have you been?"
"I'm good. How about you? How's vanilla life working out for you?" he asked.
I smirked and said "I'm good. It's working out ok."
"Then why'd you run over here to ambush me?"
Um, I wasn't sure what to say. "I just wanted to say hi"
He reached up and cut me off by gently holding my chin, looked me in the eyes and said "You used to know who you are, what you are. Now you think you can throw all that away and pretend to be something else. I haven't forgotten the promise you made. I haven't forgotten what you are. Did you?"
No.
"Who are you talking to? 'No' what?"
Chills down my neck, "No, daddy."
My chin gently resting in his hand, he said "Right. Tell me what you are."
Direct eye contact in public with a man I haven't talked to in 6 months, I said "I'm your whore."
The rest of the world had completely faded away by now.
"What else?" I knew he was asking me to repeat something he'd heard me say a thousand times.
"I'm a black cock slut."
"That's right. Don't forget it." Then he just walked back to his friends.
Standing there, speechless, breathless, alone in public and knowing my pussy was wet. That's how he is. Completely took control of that moment and before I knew it I was doing and saying exactly what he wanted. My mind went back to my previous life as the party slut. I wanted to bend over in front of Troy and take him in my ass right there in front of everybody. I wanted to fuck every man in the building and wear their cum home. I wanted to be a slut again.
I ducked in the restroom and came back to reality. When I got back to my coworker she asked who I was talking to. I said just an old friend. He ignored me the rest of time he was at that bar until he left. He briefly stopped by my table as him and his friends were leaving. As he passed by, he reached out and touched my hand and said "I hope to hear from you soon."
That encounter must've been a Thursday. I didn't tell any of this to my husband. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew where it was all going. All night I thought about texting Troy the next day. What should I say for him, when can we meet, where can we meet, what will I wear for him, will it just be me and him? I knew I couldn't just text "hi" because he was going to need to establish a dynamic right away for the convo to follow. That's how he is. I thought about it all night and the next morning. Then it hit me. Back in the day when he'd text me to come suck him off at work on his break, he expected one response. So there I was, at work, at the beginning of my lunch break looking at the old, previous messages with him from months ago. I typed out the message and pressed 'Send.'
Yes Daddy.
He read it after only a few seconds. He did not reply until my break was over and I was back at my desk.
"What time tomorrow"
That would be a Saturday. My husband was going golfing all afternoon then probably have drinks after. He was usually gone for like 4 hours for that.
1pm. Where, Daddy?
"I'll text you"
I was wet all afternoon at work. That night I was a little more into it when I sucked my husband's cock. When he fucked me I thought about being a slut, I imagined he was the fourth guy I had tonight. I imagined another dick in my mouth while he was behind me. My mind flashed with memories and imagination as I came until I couldn't tell the difference between the two.
The next day I was in the shower shaving my legs when my husband said goodbye and left. Luckily Troy text me after my husband left. I remember being nervous that Troy would text while I was in the shower and Andrew would see it. I had fucked a lot of other men while with my husband but this would be the first time I really cheated.
Back in the day, before I was married and we had sex parties every week, we'd get hotel rooms all over the local area. Some more often then others. This day Troy sent the name of a hotel I'd only been to a few times. I remember it was nicer than some of the others. All he sent was the address and room number.
As I painted my toenails, I replied "Yes Daddy."
I straightened my hair, painted my nails, did my makeup. I knew what Daddy likes. Black sandal heels, short skirt, tight low top. No panties. Usually I'd wear a tight skirt and either thigh-high stockings or suspender stockings, but this was middle of the day in like May, so it made more sense to wear a loose wavy skirt and I skipped stockings altogether. Big gold hoop earrings, thin gold necklace, bracelet and anklet. Years ago one of the guys bought me this collar they all love. It's black leather with a loop on the front for a leash to attach. Above the loop is the word SLUT in rhinestones. I packed the collar and one of my pretty leashes in my purse to surprise Daddy.
I got there right on time. I remember I was so nervous when I parked my car. What was I doing? I'm a wife now, I love my husband, I want to try to make a normal life work. My heels seemed so loud as I walked across the parking lot. My pussy was wet as I walked up the stairs and along the balcony to the room number Daddy sent me. My heels just seemed so loud for some reason. Like announcing every step. "Here comes the cheating slut!" Its not like I could take them off at this point. I was just so self conscious and nervous. I just wanted to get to the room so my heels would stop making so much noise. Finally, I get there and knock on the door because I wanted to get inside fast before anybody saw me. It only took a few seconds for Troy to answer the door but it felt like I was standing in that sun on that balcony dressed like a whore for 5 minutes. The door opened, he stood aside and said "Come in."
Daddy was wearing dress pants, business-type shoes, and a dress shirt. He's a realtor so it was always pretty normal to see him wearing an outfit like that. He always looked better than the other men at the party as a result. I felt relieved when the door closed. It is always so dark in those motel rooms compared to outside. And they all have a similar smell from that AC. I was immediately transported back in time to when I was in the lifestyle. I put my bag down as I looked around. Daddy was standing at the chair, hand on his chin as he examined me.
"Looks like you haven't forgotten the protocols. I like how you text right. You dressed right. Come here. Would've liked some stockings though"
I walked to him, he turned me so my side was toward him, lifted my skirt, grabbed my ass.
