In the last story, Damian, told me he would see that I got all the black cock I wanted.
After I had settled down from that hard, black cock fucking he gave me, I started to feel regret. How could I be doing this to my husband. This was not what he had agreed to and I never figured to take it this far.
My only problem now was, that it had been less than two hours since Damian fucked me like I had never been fucked before, except by him. I was in need again. My still stretched pussy was dripping with anticipation. Anticipation of our next time together and the prospect of more big black cocks in my life.
I sat in the kitchen, sipping on a glass of white wine. Damian had gone out and said he would be back, shortly.
As he had instructed, I was naked except for stocking, garter and heels. As I held the glass with one hand, I was fingering the red, puffy lips of my recently fucked pussy.
When Damian returned he told me to get my dress on. We were going shopping for a couple of outfits for me to wear out tonight and for the party tomorrow.
We drove to the seedier part of town and pulled into the parking lot of an Adult Superstore. I had never been in an adult store in my life and here I was one day before my 55th birthday, walking through the entrance, for my first time and without my husband of over 30 years, with a black man, no less.
The place was huge. It was like an erotic department store. I saw movies, sex toys of every description, lubes and a clothing section. That was where we were headed.
A woman, I took to be around my age, asked Damian what she could do for him. He told her, he was looking for a couple of party outfits for his woman, me.
She showed us outfits of every description. One of them that she held up was a white, extremely short dress, with a zipper all the way from bodice to hem.
"Damian, I can't wear that. My stomach would make me look terrible. It is for someone younger and very slender."
"Oh, but you can wear this, honey." The saleslady explained as she went on. "It is a bustier dress. It will hold you in and of course this zipper makes things interesting if you catch my drift."
"Try it on Janet. I want to see you in it. It would be very fitting for tonight's party."
The saleslady, Kim, took me to the changing room and waited to see if it fit. She had to get the next size up.
This one was a bit different. Same front but it had laces in the back. She said this one may be more to my liking. It had straps. Thank god for that, it wouldn't fall down.
She unzipped it, as I took of my black dress. As I pulled it around me, she walked behind me and loosened the laces.
"Zip it all the way and I'll tighten the laces."
As she did that, my stomach paunch was pulled in and I looked as thin as I did a dozen years ago. Hell, I looked good.
I walked out to model it for Damian. His eyes got wide and he whistled. "Dayum, woman, you look hot as hell in that. Reach down and pull the zipper up until it is just below your pussy and walk for me."
I did as he ordered. I could see my self in a full length mirror. It held my legs pretty close together, because of the tightness of the entire dress, but my pussy was on display, when I walked.
Damian handed me a pair of white and silver 5 inch heels with a one inch platform and told me to put them on and walk for him.
I had never worn anything like these. They made my ass jut out and my calf and thigh muscles bulge. The outfit made me look a lot younger than my 55 years.
"We'lltake that, the shoes and a lacy white thong. Now how about a bustier dress with a mini skirt, you know what I mean, Kim?
"I think we may have something that you will like, sir"
This one was a black and red bustier with laces through small metal eyelets the full distant of the front but it only came to above my naval causing my belly roll to be exaggerated. The skirt, if you could call it that, just barely covered my ass and pussy and it also had garter straps.
"I like this one ,too. It shows that you are a mature woman with mature woman attributes." Damian exclaimed.
"You look great in that too, Janet. Your legs, your ass, your tits, they are still firm and lovely to look at. Don't worry about you belly roll. Guys who appreciate us mature ladies will love it." Kim added.
"We'll take both, Kim, and a pair of your sheerest, white stocking with a wide lace top and the same in black. Also, a couple of black, sheer thongs."
Damian took me by the hand and led me to the jewelry counter.
" Janet, nipple rings. Let's see those braided ones. "
He told me to hold out my pinky. He put the braided nipple ring on it. It was stretchy.
"Now that is what we need for those nice, always hard nipples of yours. We'll take a pair of them also."
Damian paid and we walked to his car.
"You want to be a slut for big black cock, Janet. Now we got the outfits to go looking for some for you."
I leaned over the center console and rubbed his entrapped, black cock, through his slacks. It grew to it's usual massive size. I just wish the console wasn't there, so I could fellate him.
There was no doubt in my mind, that I had crossed the line from faithful, loving wife to black cock slut. I just hope I have what it takes to cross back over, Monday morning.
When we got home and went to the bedroom. I stripped down to my garter, stockings and heels. He ran his big black middle finger, through my pussy and rubbed the wetness on my little patch of brown pubic hair.
"Let's get that pussy shaved bare. Black men like their white women completely bare. Your ass crack too. Then get ready to go out. Wear the white outfit. We're going out in public."
I took a lavender scented bath and shaved my pussy and ass smooth as the day I was born. Then I applied hair remover to my legs. I wanted to be completely smooth below the waist.
After I showered to get all the hair removal gel off. I made sure my underarms were very smooth and that there was no stubble around my hardened, ringed nipples.
After rubbing lotion all over my body, I wrapped the narrow, white garter belt around my waist. Then I slowly rolled the sheer white stockings up my smooth, toned legs. Next I stepped through the tiny, sheer, white thong. It barely covered my smooth, puffy labia lips.
Taking the white bustier dress, I unzipped and unlaced it and brought it around my body, putting my arms through the straps. Zipping it up, I walked out to Damian and asked him to lace it up for me.
He started from the bottom and worked up, pulling it as tight as it would go. My stomach was flat by the time he had it tied, but not uncomfortable. It stretched a little, making breathing much easier.
Now the heels were another thing. I sat down and put my feet into them and buckled the straps above my ankles. I stood up and practiced walking in them. I had never worn heels this high and never platforms.
Looking in the mirror, I applied my blood red lipstick, that matched my nails. The dress was short enough that half of the wide, lacy stocking tops were exposed. I looked damn good for a woman my age and slutty.
"Janet, unzip the bottom a couple inches and walk toward me."
I did as he said.
"That's fine. Just short of exposing that pussy, hidden behind that little thong. Let's go. Don't want the party to get started without us."
I had no idea where we were. All I know is that the Strip was behind us. We pulled into a large hotel, looking building. There was valet parking and as I got out, of course, everything I had was exposed to the doorman. He looked me over and then into my eyes and smiled and said. "Enjoy your evening."
As we walked through the door, I was blasted with loud music and a bunch of people, having a great time.
"Damian, glad you could make it. This must be that fine piece of white tail you have been telling us about."
"This is Janet, Janet...........Raymond and Luke." Two more big, handsome black men.
We walked to their table. Each had an arm around me, with a hand resting on my ass. I had a feeling this was going to be one hell of a party.
I ordered a strawberry margarita. When it arrived, it was a 32 oz. Yes, this was going to be a party.
While the guys were talking, Raymond, had his arm around my shoulders and had slipped he strap of my dress down my arm. None of them were actually paying any attention to me. I looked around the club and saw that all they men were black and most of the women were white, very few real young ones. All of us were over 40. Obviously, I am not the only mature slut for big black cock.
The band started playing a salsa tune. Raymond, slipped his hand down my back and pushed me up off my chair and led me to the dance floor, without a word spoken.
We started dancing close. He had some great moves. I turned my back toward him and he took me by my hips and pulled me back into him. I felt a big bulge, as his crotch rubbed against my lower back.
"I like this dress, Janet. How about you unzip it down past those little white tits, so I can get ahold of those nipples." I looked back at him, hesitantly.
"Just do it, bitch, no one gives a fuck. This is a private party and as you are gonna find out anything goes. So fucking do it."
I unzipped the dress almost to my naval. He reached in and pulled on tit out."
"Oh, you slut. You've got your little pink nipples ringed." He twisted it hard as he reached down the front of my dress and grabbed a hold of my excess belly fat, causing the zipper to slip further down my front, from the tightness of the back laces.