Over about the next two and a half months, before my husband came home from his business trip, my affair with Andre continued. I saw Andre about three or four times a week, that is to say we had sex about three or four times a week; one week he came over every day for five days straight. I was having a lot of sex during my affair. Sometimes he would come over and fuck me a few times and leave, other times he would stay until around three or four in the morning and leave me completely exhausted and spent. He very rarely stayed the entire night, I could count on one hand how many times he spent the night; meaning we actually slept in the same bed. We also very rarely went out on "dates". We did a few times to the black club with Sarah and Carl but that was very rare. Mostly he came over to my house.
Most of the time he would just show up but a few times we made plans for him to come over or the fours of us, me, him, Sarah, and Carl, would go out. It became no surprise when he just showed up at my door and took me to the bedroom or fuck me in the living room when we were alone in the house or some other room. I got to the point I would expect him and the nights he did not show up I would get very disappointed, go to bed and masturbate thinking of him before I went to sleep. A few times when we had plans for him to come over he stood me up, never giving me an excuse the next time I saw him, and I would be very disappointed on those nights.
One Saturday afternoon he tracked me down at the softball complex when I was playing in a softball tournament on the company team, I had previously told him I would be there, and after my game I had a little over an hour before my next game started and he was in the bleachers. Naturally I did not greet him because I could not let my co-workers see me with him so I walked to the concession stand and he followed me and when I was away from my team I asked what he was doing there. He told me he wanted a blow job. I said no but well I learned Andre did not take my "no's" as an answer so he went to the car he borrowed and I waited a bit and then followed, making sure I was not seen. Got into his car and he drove to a secluded spot and I gave him a blow job in the car. After he came in my mouth I asked...well more like begged him to come over to my house later to have sex, but he said he had things to do that night. I actually pleaded with him more and he just laughed at me and called me a white whore who could not get enough of his black cock and took me back to the softball complex.
I won't go into detail about every time we had sex, that would take too long; but there are four instances that stood out more than the other times that I will write about and also the reason the affair ended. Before I get into those here are some things I will try and give closure on and explain myself so it won't distract from the next chapters.
The first is Sarah. I came to find out Sarah was what Andre called community property. Even though she said Carl was her boyfriend and maybe in her eyes he was, but to Carl she was just some white girl he fucked and could pass around to others; both male and female. Carl had her fuck other guys in the gang and even the girl members if they wanted to have her. Yes they had girl gang members as well as the girls that hung around them and girls who were not in the gang but girlfriends of the members. Andre chuckled and told me "some of those bitches don't play and you don't fuck with".
I did not find all this about Sarah until much later, toward the end of my affair and I felt sorry for her and I got a little mad how she was treated because she was my friend, but Andre told me Sarah had been hanging around them ever since high school and she knew what she was doing and what the "deal" was and she enjoyed it a lot. He told me she liked being passed around and then chuckled and added, "that little bitch is a freak." from what i heard and seen about Sarah; she was very submissive to Carl and the other men and women she had sex with, all of whom were black. I don't think she ever dated a person of another race besides black.
I never mentioned any of this to Sarah because that was her personal business but it was hard to see her as Andre described. She was just so adorable and cute and so sweet. I never asked Andre if he had sex with Sarah besides the times Andre and Carl would "switch" partners between me and Sarah. I assumed he probably did.
Yes the two young black men did do their "switching" partners a few other times when on the rare occasions we all four went to the black club and got back to my house. It was not a lot but they did it and yes I was a most willing participate and did not protest at all and enjoyed it a great deal.
My view of the anal sex, yes Andre and Carl both fucked me in my ass quite a bit; but it was not every time with Andre but when he wanted it I let him and actually became a fan of anal sex. It never did stop hurting when he first penetrated me anally but I got more used to it and the pleasure it gave me came quicker and the pain less. I did enjoy anal sex and after my affair I have had anal sex with others but not as much and it was something I very rarely asked anyone to do to me. If they wanted it I would consent but I very rarely asked for it or initiated it. I still thought and still think it's a perversion and degrading for me but a kinky perversion I would do and get very aroused from, but could live without. I am fifty one years old now and married with kids and I have not had anal sex in years.
As you most likely figured out now there was no romance in my affair. Andre never made love to me, he just fucked me. I am sure you also have noticed the pattern of how Andre liked to humiliate me, degrade me, and even hurt me. He did. To him I was just some married white whore he got to fuck. He bragged to his friends about the "fines ass, married, white bitch" he was fucking; yeah I knew he did. It was easy to figure that one out when the nights we went to the club and his friends came to greet him and Carl he would introduce me as "some married white girl who likes black cock" or some similar manner. One night we all went to the club, we never went anywhere else when we went out, I was in the back seat of the car and I slipped off my wedding band and ring and Andre told me to put it back on; "I want people to know the married whore you are" he told me. I put it back on.
Another time when he came over he wanted to see the rest of the house, at that time he had actually never seen anything but the kitchen, living room, and my bedroom; I showed him the house and when we got to my husband's home office Andre bent me over the desk, pulled my jeans and panties down, turned the picture of me and my husband on our wedding day around so it was facing me and inches from my face; and he fucked me hard from behind. All the time he was fucking me he called me a married whore and told me he should fuck me like this in front of my husband and spanked my ass hard several times and made me call myself a whore and even tell him he owned my pussy and it was no longer my husband's pussy but his. I had two great orgasms before he was done. Even though I was on birth control he teased me about "breeding" me in front of my husband. Yes he got off on me being married, being older, and being white.
When he hurt me, often to the point of tears, it was never like beating me or smacking me around abuse, but during sex or his sexual games he liked to play with me; except one time. We were in bed and we had just had sex and I was asking him about his time in juvie, in a strange perversion I was fascinated by him being in a gang. I then started teasing him about him having a "prison bitch". At first he laughed and said it was not like that in juvie, yeah you had some "fags" (his words) or guys who went fag just while in there but overall it was not like a hardcore prison. Well I kept teasing him and he started to get mad but I ignored the warning signs and kept on about it and then made a comment about him being some guys bitch and getting fucked in his ass. Andre was furious and I realized my mistake. As I begged him that I was sorry, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off the bed and I fell to the floor. I was crying now and kept telling him I was sorry but he just pulled me roughly to my feet and pushed me face down on the edge of the bed. I tried to get up but he grabbed a handful of my hair again and told me not to move. I was crying harder out of fear and started sobbing when he took his leather belt out of his pants, folded it, and then started whipping my butt and back of my upper thighs with it.
I don't know how long he whipped my ass with the belt but it felt like an eternity and I was sobbing and begging him to stop and my ass felt like it was on fire. When I tried to get away he would grab me and push me back down and continue his whipping. After he was finally done her threw the belt on the floor and spread my legs apart and fucked me hard. It hurt at first because my pussy was dry but after a short while I became very wet and had a powerful orgasm. When he was done he got off of me and told me to never call him a fag again and got back in bed and told me to go wash the tears from my face and get back in bed because he was not done fucking "his whore" for the night.
Later after he left I went into the bathroom and looked at my ass and I had welts on my butt cheeks and back of my legs and a few even broke the skin to bleed a little.
Andre always used the phrase "play with you" when he wanted to do something to me that caused me either pain or pleasure. I discovered a lot of things Andre liked me to do or do to me during our affair and one was he enjoyed seeing my body and making me do things to myself, posing for him in embarrassing ways that exposed my pussy and ass to him, making me show off my body to him, masturbating myself and other things. Andre enjoyed being in control and enjoyed controlling me during foreplay and sex and I really got off on it. I am not a masochist at all but even the times he hurt me aroused me so much. The pain hurt and sometimes hurt badly but it was his control over me and the fear that excited and aroused me. Yes I enjoyed being his white whore a great deal. I got off on him telling me he owned my pussy and ass and me in general and that my pussy was his.
