The change was noticeable. Samantha seemed lost after her split with Marcus and Svetlana. The relationship had lasted 8 months and it had progressed from a long distance thing to a situation where she spent most weekends with them in New York and weekdays with me outside of DC. She piled up Amtrak miles while I sat home, often in chastity, waiting for videos to satisfy my cuckold cravings. It was a strange dynamic for sure but when she was home we had been a very happy couple and we were still very much in love. I'd felt as close to her as I had at any point in our marriage and she'd said the same to me.
The split had not come as a surprise to me. Samantha was in love with them both but she had become clingy and needy. She wanted more than Marcus and Svetlana could offer and they had ended things with her when that became too much.
Samantha was an emotional wreck for weeks after the break up and our relationship suffered immensely. She moped and she cried. She was distant and unavailable though I did my best to be supportive while she grieved over what she had lost. She lost her interest in sex and I resorted to satisfying my cravings with porn and dildos. She released me from chastity and I masturbated daily to amateur cuckold videos while she stayed holed up in her office for hours on end watching lifetime movies and drinking. It was so bad that I feared she might do something rash and I wondered at times if we might split up too.
When Samantha finally moved beyond the grieving stage her wild times began. She had grieved for more than two months and I'd been close to giving up on us.
Her first time clubbing was with a few of her girlfriends who knew about our arrangement. They were both divorced and dating. They both loved to dance and they brought Samantha into DC to a popular nightclub. She danced and flirted with several black men at the club and her friends both agreed it was the first time since the break up that she seemed like herself again.
Samantha met Charles three weeks later. He was a thug and a criminal but she became attached nonetheless. She had hooked up with numerous random black guys since her release into the dating world. She opened a tinder account and put on her profile that she was specifically looking for black dick. She occasionally stopped off on her way home from work to hook up with someone and more than a few times she came home disheveled with her pussy full of cum. She would sit on my face and tell me everything about the guy and what they did. It was a strange time for us but it satisfied both our needs in a strange way.
Charles reeled Samantha' craziness in somewhat but their relationship was not a healthy one. He was controlling and demanding. He was mentally abusive and I suspect he may have hit her a few times but she denied that emphatically.
Charles was a dark skinned, muscular man in his early forties. He had a shaved head, a medium length beard and a cock that rivaled Marcus. He was a ruthless fuck who made Samantha cum hard and squirt often. She became a slave for his cock and he thoroughly dominated her whenever they were together.
