"Do you like your white whore wife's body? It was well-used all night. To answer your question. Two weeks ago, I caught my bestie from work fucking a black man in the parking lot in the back of her SUV. I stood to the side out of their sight. I listen and watch, and he slap her ass as he fucked her from behind. The contrast and the fact that she had at least two orgasms, not climaxes, but full-on orgasms, blew me away. I wanted that. I love you, dear, but you have never given me what she got, and I was jealous and horny as fuck. That is why we have fucked so much lately. I watch daily for her lover to pull up and for her to get up and clock out for lunch. I would sneak down and listen and watch. I was even wearing dresses or skirts so I could rub myself easier and hide the wet spot in my panties afterward."
She was already burying two fingers in her pussy that was filled with how many loads of cum still. It was making a gross but sexy noise. She had closed her eyes as if she were reliving this adventure again. Soft moans would escape her mouth.
"Then, last week, I heard him tell her it was time for her to spend a night on the streets. She needed to earn her payment for the tits he had arranged. She only had 500 to go, and she will have them paid off. She moaned, and, instead of being mad, she asked if she could do two nights as long as all black men. I was blown the fuck away. I ended up asking her what was going on and told her I had accidentally seen her and heard them. She panicked. She asked if we could go walk the walking path outside at break."
She stopped long enough to climax and then licked her fingers clean and moaned more. I was like, who the fuck is this woman, and what have they done with my timid, almost prudish loyal wife. She turned on the shower, got in, and stood there, letting the water cascade over her.
"I did not know I was going to be set up. When we got to the farthest point from the building, there stood the black man. He smiled, and they kissed and hugged each other. He gave me a light kiss right on my lips and a hug. He then says, 'I heard you stumbled across us and spied on us today?' I told him I had and what I had heard. He was to the point. He asked if my intentions were honorable, curious, or if I was going to rat her out to the company and her husband. I said no to both of those. It was curiosity, and it made me very wet and horny. I even told him, as I stared at his blueish eyes, that I was glad I was in a dress to hide the wet spot in my panties. I have no clue why. It felt right to say. He looked at me and just said, "Show me proof, or it's not true." Without a second thought, I fucking raised my dress up to my waist. I was standing there on the edge of the path, with my dress up to my waist in heels, with a stranger and my work besty staring at my pantied cunt. Then he blew me away. He turned to my bestie, Raven, and told her to remove my panties as the style was ugly on me. She did not even think twice; she just said yes, Daddy, and took my panties from me. She handed them to him. He sniffed them. Then he told me to open my mouth, and he fucking stuffed my nasty panties in my mouth."
She kind of shuddered but started rubbing her clit again. I figured, what the hell, why not join her and started stroking my cock as she continued.
"He told me I can only take them out to answer or ask direct questions. He said I had better hurry as the afternoon break was almost over. He goes, he would start. He asked if I liked what I saw happening to Raven. I nodded yes. He then asked If I thought she was sexy. I hesitated, then nodded yes again. I then pulled the panties out and asked, "Was he serious? He was putting her out there?" He smiled and said only because she agreed. I wondered how big of boobs were going to be. He and her both chuckled, and she made a hand motion thing over her tits and said almost bimbo size. I had my panties in my mouth again. I was drooling a lot for some weird reason. I HAVE NEVER DROOLED IN MY LIFE. Anyway, honey, he looked at his watch and said, "Five minutes till you have to head back." He looked around and told me to get undressed, except for my heels, so he could see what he was working with. I just complied. I was at work on our walking path at 2:45 PM, stripping off all my clothes. I stood there naked in front of him and Raven. Raven helps with my clothes. He reached down and fingered me in both ass and cunt. Then he took my panties out of my mouth and told me to suck his fingers clean. I shook my head no. They look horrible after being in my ass. He slapped me, not hard, and said Lick them clean are Raven leaves with your clothes. I did, crying and gagging and almost puking. He then handed me my panties and said to put them back on, and then I got my bra and dress back. He just turned and walked away. He said to Raven as he walked away, "I will see you tomorrow for your night's work. You, Ms. Jessic, be back at this location at 5:30 PM, after work."
While she prattled on in an almost run-on sentence, she had washed every part of her body and her hair and even rubbed out a small climax twice. She was beginning to show her tiredness. When she stepped out, she saw how much I had cum. My now whorish wife took the washcloth I had used and licked and sucked the cum off of it and thanked me. Then handed me the towel to dry her back and ass.
"I take it that is why you were late getting home then. Also, why did you go straight to the bedroom as soon as you walked in? You went back and met him. You needed to know, didn't you?" I am sure my face expressed both the building anger and the conflict with the arousal.
"You know me, and how things unanswered drive me nuts. I was not going to go, but after the last two hours were up, I still had an hour of work to do. That would give me ten minutes to get there. I wrapped up a few things, then packed everything and walked the path to the furthest spot again. He was already there. So I walk up close to him. I had my gym shoes on and a backpack over my shoulder, holding the purse in one hand. I stopped a way away, and I went okay. I am here. What do you want?
He was blunt, "To fuck you right here. You looked at my cock enough early, you want it, and you know it. You can give it up, or I will take ownership of you and take it." I was shocked. He said, "Go over to that bench there, sit all your stuff down. Take off your dress and panties, and sit down on the bench. In protest, I said no fucking way until I got answers. How did you get Raven to let you pimp her, to fuck all the time? Are you blackmailing her? I want nothing to do with this."
He smiled. "No blackmail needed. I slowly took control as she texted me more and more, wanting to meet again. I started testing her resolve. Car sex, sex out here. Wearing clothes that fully exposed her to all-black bars and let her get felt and touched all over. Things like that. She went from an uptight accountant to a primal fuck toy in a little over three months. Then she asked if I thought perkier and bigger boobs would look good. So I offered to pimp her to friends and business colleagues. She keeps 75%, and I get 25%. Once we gotten enough to pay 2/3 of it, we went to a surgeon and did all the pre-stuff. Once it is fully paid, they will schedule it. Then her tits are off limits for 8 weeks, I think, he said. I then asked, 'Why are you doing this, and where did you meet?' Without realizing it, I had moved over to the bench and set my backpack and everything down. I got my water bottle out and drank, as I was feeling panicked and thirsty with dry mouth. I stood there looking down as I tried to stay composed. His cock was getting very hard, and I could see its outline through the sweatpants he had on. His eyes sparkled with a hint of lust or mischievousness. I ran into her literally as she came out of a coffee shop with about six drinks, and they spilled all over her. I tried to dab off some of the spilled coffee. She moved wrong, and I rubbed across her nipple on the right side. It got rock hard. She blushed and started apologizing. I offered her one of my polo shirts to wear over her now-soaked shirt, which made it obvious she was braless. I gave her my number so she could call me so I could retrieve the shirt. I met her back in the parking lot that evening. I started texting, and after that, the rest just happened."
After that long-winded explanation, she did not stop explaining. She sighed and headed into the bedroom. I thought to get dressed. Instead, she searched through her drawers, finally finding a small black thong and a tiny crop top. That was her afternoon wear. I asked if that was all she was gonna wear. She replied, as a new whore to the world, yeah, I am proud to show what I have now. I was staring at her in what I was sure was an amused, confused look.
" So, while I peppered him with more questions, he slowly walked around me and sat down on the bench. As I nervously stood there, he just sat and smiled. Then out of nowhere and for no reason but to fluster me, he pulled his cock out and started to rub it slowly. He never took his eyes off me. He was looking right into my eyes. He never interrupted and answered all my questions. He finally softly said Take off your panties and walk over to the trash can over there and back. But I want you to hold up the back of your dress as you walk over there, showing me your ass and then the front on the way back. Oh, also, while there, throw away your bra along with the panties. No women of mine wear bras or panties. Understand. I just took a drink of water and stared at his face, looking for any sign he was flirting or teasing. His expression stayed the same, and he kept stroking. I finally said absolutely no to the bra too expensive. He then said, "Get your stuff and leave." I thought you and I were ready for this. Ready to be one of my two girls, I want to own and control. I guess you are not prepared. He put his cock away. I yelled at him. It was a custom-fit 80-dollar bra that I loved, and my tits sag too much. He fucking pulled out a wad of bills and threw five 20s on the walkway. He turned and kept walking. I caved and yelled at him, Fine, you win. I picked up the money and stuffed it in my purse. He came back, sat down and pulled his now very erect hard cock, and did the slow stoke. I sighed, and my shoulders slumped in defeat. I lifted the back of the dress and tucked it so it stayed up. I slide my panties down and off and walk to the trash can. I stuffed those into the trash can. I turned around and thought fuck it, and pulled the dress completely off and removed my bra, and stuffed it in the trash. I picked up my dress and walked back to him. He just looked at me with a big grin and told me he was glad I was so trainable. Then he said mount my cock and let's fuck. I laid the dress on my stuff, and I just crawled up on him. Oh my Gawd dear, I came just sliding him in the first time. I had to cover my mouth and bite my lip so I wouldn't make too much noise. He fucked my cunt for like ten minutes before he came in me. He told me to get off him and lick him clean, then put the dress on. He picked up my phone and called his phone. Then goes we have each other's numbers now. I will not call or text. You have to start this yourself. Then he left while I stood there with cum pouring out of me onto the path. I was trying to catch my breath."
"So, when did you call him?" I was enthralled, captivated, and deeply concerned for her. "When did you decide that this was what you wanted or needed to do and that I was not important enough to at least talk to about what was happening to you?" Yes, there was pain and anger in that question. It was lost on her, it seemed. "Also, I hope you dug the bra out of the trash at least."
"Well, yes, I did get the bra out of the trash. I did call him two days later. He said in my car in the corner of the lot, at lunch. He crawled into the car and said, Let's talk for a few minutes. I was so disappointed, but I figured it was also a test. He asked me if I had any understanding of what I was contemplating getting involved with or if I was just a sexual white woman wanting to get my cunt fuck. I freely admitted that getting to his cock again was my main interesting, freely admitting it. He explained that to him, it needed to be deeper. I have expectations, rules, and wants."
