"Holy shit, that was... incredible," Jane said as Cassie shut off the DVD player. "Eight guys, I'm so, so jealous."
Cassie smiled as they lay together on the hotel bed, naked and ready to fuck after watching her exploits from two days ago. Ever since she'd woken up after that session, she'd yearned for another just like it. She was truly a complete slut now and she loved it. Thinking back to that first time at Michael's studio, how nervous and shy she was, she almost laughed at the change. It was barely believable that she would be in a motel bed with her female lover, musing on the possibilities of fucking eight or more black men for the second time in a week.
She decided she much preferred her life the way it was now. The question was how she could step it up to the next level.
"We need to tell our husbands about this, about us and about what we do," she said.
Jane looked up at her, surprised. "I don't know if I can. What about my kids? I can't give up on them."
"What if... what if we made them active participants in what we were doing. Like... cuckolds. They're lucky to have us, after all. If we played this right, we could live our lives in the open, but still keep the home life. And no more lies, I want to be with you properly. I want to wake up with you in my bed and not have it be in a hotel. I want it to be in my bed or your bed. Is that too much to ask?"
"It might be, but I won't let you go, Cassie. If you want to do this, we can do it. If they toss us out, we'll be together and they can go fuck themselves. I'll take the kids off him if he throws me out. He knows I could, even with the porn and you, the courts would always give me the kids. I'll always choose the kids over anything else, but they like you, they would be ok with you as their second mummy," Jane laughed.
"Tom might be a problem, but he's living better now because of me. I earn the money, he either likes it or lumps it. But anyway, come here..."
Cassie pulled Jane to her, kissing passionately, limbs intertwining. The next morning, the two girls reluctantly parted, heading back home to whatever lay in store for them.
"Tom, we need to talk," Cassie said, plucking up the courage she needed to go through with this. Determined though she was, she still knew it was a big step. Tom was playing on his console when she walked into the lounge. "Please, just stop playing for a bit. We need to talk. It's serious."
"Oh, um, ok," he said, looking nervous. "Is everything ok? Have I done something wrong?"
"No, look... it's all about me. The modelling I've been doing, it's ... not just modelling. It's... there's no easy way to say this... it's porn. Full on sex-type porn. I've had sex with both men and women for quite a while now."
She proceeded to let out everything that had happened to her in one long go, relieved to be unburdening herself like this. Tom sat there, flabbergasted, not able or knowing how to respond. Finally, she finished.
"...and had eight black men just a couple of days ago until I passed out in a strange bed, exhausted but totally satisfied. Jane and I want to be together, but we don't want to lose either you or her husband. So... can you accept our love and my new career?"
Tom was silent and Cassie fidgeted nervously. What would he do? Would he storm out or hit her?
"Have you been inside my mind recently?" he said, smiling the broadest smile she'd seen on him for a long, long time. Now it was her turn to be stunned. "It's the only explanation. I've been fantasising about you being with other men, black men specifically, for so long, since before we were married. I... I can't believe it's happened, I don't know what to say. Show me your videos, I want to see."
Cassie moved as if in a trance, showing him on their computer where he could view her videos, accessed on the studios' websites with special log-ins for employees. She stood behind him as he looked at her pictures and her videos, open-mouthed in wonder as he did so.
"I... wow, you're so incredible, Cassie. I thought you were so prim and... fuck, I love you so much. Thank you so much for being a black cock-loving slut!"
He turned and stood, embracing her before she could react. This wasn't how she'd expected this to go... but she wasn't complaining at all. Laughing herself, she returned the embrace. For hours afterwards, they sat and talked about her new life, about how Tom wanted to be involved in it and how he knew he could never satisfy her sexually again. He was ok with that, had accepted it long ago. Tom said he was much more turned on by the prospect of watching her take the cocks of real men than by her having to suffer his pitiful organ.
"So, when do you get to do your next scene?" Tom said, eagerly.
"I think I'm scheduled to do one tomorrow. I'll have recovered from the last one by then," she winked. "I don't know the details, but... there'll be lots of black cocks inside me."
"I'd love to watch, perhaps they could make it a cuckold scene. I could be in a mask in the corner, you could make fun of me and... maybe I could eat their cum out of you."
"Wow, Tom... you're into that?" Cassie said. "I... think I'd like that, if you wanted to. There could well be a lot in there... if I knew you were there waiting, I'd make all of them cum in my pussy so you could gorge yourself."
"Please, I'd love to. I'd eat it out of your ass too and out of Jane. And... what do you think about fucking them here, not on camera, but in your private life? Please say yes. I want you to become the ultimate black cock slut and I want to help you as much as I can."
"Jesus Tom, you really do love this shit," Cassie laughed. "Yes, I think that's a good idea, but we need to get some rules down. I'm in charge and the black men will be too. You won't have any say in what happens, within reason. They'll sleep in my bed and you'll like it. They'll fuck me whenever I want them to and you have to put up with it. And Jane will be here too a lot, so you'll have to serve her as you would me. Clear?"
"Yes... yes, master," he said, smiling.
"Now... this'll be the last time for a while that I do this," she said, kneeling before him and unzipping his trousers. She took his small cock out and blew him. He came within seconds and she watched as his cum dribbled out of his wilting dick, sickened by the sight.
"God, your cock disgusts me," she said, smiling at him. He smiled back, flopping back, content and spent. "Now... I'm going to pleasure myself in front of you, show you some of the things I've learned."
For an hour, she masturbated while he watched. She gave her vagina and ass a good workout, climaxing a number of times before she finished. Tom was mesmerised. As she worked herself over, she spat out obscenities, telling him how worthless he was, how much she loved being with other men and women, how she came so hard with them. She could see Tom was regaining stiffness, but she ordered him not to touch himself, saying he was to only do so at her command.
Finally, they slept as if none of it had ever happened. Their lives had changed forever, but for now they enjoyed one more night in each others arms.
Jane came over the next day, fresh from telling her husband about her own adventures. It hadn't gone down so well, but he had decided not to leave her for the sake of the children. They would be civil and keep up appearances. Jane explained it was the best she could have done and she was happy with it.
