I slept until about 11 am that morning and would have slept longer but was awoken by Sarah coming into my room asking if she could borrow some shampoo because she was out. I rolled over and briefly looked at her. Sarah was just wearing an oversized t-shirt with the University of Georgie logo that came down to her upper thighs. She looked like I felt, that "I just got my brains fucked out" look. For some reason I found it adorable on her. I quickly averted my eyes from her out of guilt. I felt guilty that I let her boyfriend fuck me and although I did not want to say anything I knew I had to bring it up.
"Sarah, about Carl. I...I did...I did not want to and..." I mumbled out.
Sarah glared at me, "Well you could have said no." She said rather sharply and then suddenly started giggling. "Jennifer it's ok. I don't mind and I rather enjoyed Andre. His cock is almost as big as Carl's." She grinned again, "And trust me, don't believe the myth that all black men have huge cocks."
I was taken aback a little that she did not mind but also very relieved. I liked Sarah a great deal. I then had to address the other elephant in the room.
"You...please don't tell anyone about what I did...what we did...please Sarah. I...I can't let people find out and my husband finding out. I...I did things...let them do things to me that...well...I...I should not have done it."
Sarah sat on the edge of my bed and smiled, "Do tell? You tell me and I will tell you what I did." Sarah giggled again and then saw me blush and reached out and ran her fingers through my hair. "Sorry I was teasing. Don't worry I won't say anything to anyone. How could I? If they knew what you did then they would also know what I did. But I wish you would tell your husband; he deserves to know after cheating on you all those times. That was the point right? For revenge?"
"Yeah but now I don't want him to know. If I told him or he found out then he would tell other people I am sure. And it's never happening again anyway." I told her.
Sarah leaned in and kissed my lips, it was a sisterly kiss but I could have sworn there was something more behind it.
"Well I will tell you one thing, your pussy tasted very good on Andre's cock. I hope you thought mine tasted good on Carl's."
"Sarah!" I screamed out in embarrassment but could not help but giggle as I blushed.
Laughing, Sarah stood up and went into my bathroom and came back out with a bottle of shampoo and as she was about to leave the room she turned and grinned at me.
"Well by the smell in here I can tell you had just as much fun as I did. You may want to open a window and air it out." She said giggling and left the room.
She was right, my bedroom smelled heavily of that musky after sex aroma. After Sarah left I decided to take a much needed shower. It was not only my room that smelled like sex. As soon as I moved to get out of bed it hit me how sore I was. My scalp hurt from my hair being pulled so much, my pussy hurt, my butt was sore, my nipples hurt from being roughly pinched and played with, the muscles of the back of my thighs ached from being stretched from the various awkward positions Andre and Carl bent me in, even my stomach muscles were sore from contracting so many times when I had my orgasms. I grinned though as I thought of the previous night and early morning. My orgasms! I had not only my first one ever but many others also! I now really understood how women could enjoy sex so much even if I was very sore all over.
I was never going to see Andre again and maybe I would see Carl since he was dating Sarah, but I was never going to have sex with him again so I was hoping that when my husband came home in a month and a half from his business trip he would give me orgasms when we had sex. I sure was going to see if he could because once I had my first one I definitely wanted more...many, many more! Maybe that could help my marriage? Now that I seemed to have found out I can really enjoy sex so much I can be more attentive to his needs and he won't have to cheat on me. I got out of bed and opened a window to air out the room and decided to take a bubble bath instead of a shower. I wanted to soak my sore body in a nice warm bath. When I sat on the toilet and peed it even hurt when I wiped myself and I was dreading when I had to use the bathroom the other way; knowing it was going to hurt.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I did look like I felt. I had not removed my makeup and what was left of it on my face was smeared, my mascara had ran from the tears I shed, my hair was all tangled and I could even see Carl's dried cum on it from when he came on my face. I looked at my naked body and I had bruises all over me. My butt cheeks were bruised, my inner upper thighs were bruised, and I even had some bruises on my breasts. I saw one dark purple bruise on my upper hip and had no clue how I got that. I looked at my pussy and I even had dried cum on the fine hairs on my sex.
Looking at my pussy I remembered what Andre said about shaving it and out of curiosity I decided to give it a try. I ran my bathwater and put in my bath beads and while the tub was filling up I got my small trimmer I used to trim myself in the summer for when I wore my bikini and started to trim my pubic hairs down as far as I could and I would shave the rest in the bath.
After my bath I dried myself and looked at my pussy and truly understood what Andre meant when he said I had a "fat pussy". I giggled and thought it looked sexy.
Sarah did not mention the previous night at all and everything went back to normal. I had my fling and finally had an orgasm, lots of orgasms, and I understood what all the fuss was about with sex. They were glorious and I hoped Sean would be able to make me cum now. I decided that my one night of being a whore was the last time and I would focus on my marriage and husband. Now that I knew how awesome sex could be I would enjoy it more, maybe even let Sean do the things to and treat me the way Andre and Carl did on occasion. He would enjoy that and I had to admit so would I; then he would see I was not some prudish, frigid girl when it came to sex and he would not have to cheat on me.
The next few days and nights went one like normal; work, going home, work, going home. Andre did not try and get in touch with me and I was glad...okay I was also a little disappointed also. I mean really! Who did he think he was!? To just treat me like some whore and then not even call to say hello or even ask to see me again! Not that I would have but still it was the principle of the thing! It made me so mad but Sarah laughed at my rants about it and told me I was not mad but I was frustrated because I was horny for him again. But I was not! True I kept thinking about it and my pussy would get wet and I had a desire to touch myself and one night I had a sex dream about Andre and Carl fucking me at the same time that woke me up and I my pussy was so wet that my panties were damp, but that was just a dream. I never wanted to see Andre or Carl again sexually.
I did ask my friend's husband, who was a police officer in the city, about the gang Andre and Carl were in; Fort Hill Gangster Disciples. He told me the Gangster Disciples were a national gang and that FHGD were the local branch of that gang. I asked him how serious were they, I mean just kids playing gangster or what. He told me they were very hardcore and into importing and selling drugs, murder, murder for hire, prostitution, and about everything illegal there was. I wondered how Sarah got mixed up with those people and naturally that information made me more scared of Andre and Carl, but also kind of excited me as well. It also made me more resolute that I was not going to see Andre again. Then Thursday night happened.
It was the next Thursday after the Saturday night Sarah and I went out with Andre and Carl. Sarah was over at my house and going to spend the night, which was a common thing, and we had just finished dinner and during the middle of Jeopardy my front door bell rang. Both Sarah and I were dressed in comfy clothes since we had no plans to leave the house that night. I was wearing short pajama bottoms and a matching tank top and Sarah was wearing just a pair of tight athletic shorts and a tee shirt with her hair in a ponytail. I got up to answer the door expecting it to be my father since we were not expecting any company. I opened the door and Andre was standing there.
He was dressed in black and red basketball shorts that came down past his knees and a red tank top that was wet with his sweat.
"Hey...what...did you forget something the last time you were here?" I asked and had a brief moment of where I wished I was dressed better and wearing makeup. I did run my hands through my hair to try and comb it a little.
Andre grinned, "Ain't you going to let me in."
"Oh, sorry." I said and moved to the side and he walked past me into the foyer and I shut the door and turned to him. As he walked past me I caught the heavy scent of his masculine odor and assumed he had been to the gym or doing something that caused him to sweat profusely.
