Author's note: This story is about a wife willingly having sex with a group of men, including a well endowed black man, with her husband's encouragement and participation. If this theme bothers you, move along, nothing to see here. If you enjoy the story, feel free to let me know what you think works. Part 1 introduced the couple and establishes the context for how a hot wife makes the leap from fantasy to acting on her fantasies. Part 2 found the hot wife becoming the center of attention at a wild party but ends with some tension leading to the penultimate action of Chapter 3 where she submits to a black bull. This story is loosely inspired by real events.
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The Bull From The Sea
Two bedside lamps illuminated an empty king-sized bed. In the adjoining bathroom a shower ran and momentarily we hear the water being turned off and the shower door opening. Dave motioned me to sit on the bed. I trembled with excitement and I grabbed my husband's hand to steady myself. His presence comforts me.
Vernon emerged from the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. His chiseled frame took my breath away. It's as if he's carved from solid onyx, smooth and shiny black. He is perspiring from his hot shower and I watch fascinated as two droplets make their way in a determined descent from his shoulders over his muscular chest and abdomen and disappear into the towel at his waist.
He didn't hesitate as he stepped so close that he was practically on top of me. The wet towel draped my knees and the touch sent a shiver though me. His legs encased my knees, his feet framing the outsides of my feet. I felt tiny as he towered over me.
My eyes are transfixed on the towel inches in front of my face. His bulge was unreal - it had to be an illusion. I had a sudden urge to leave, to stand, to layback, to giggle, to joke, to do anything that might break that unbearable tension.
What had happened in the outer room over the past hour was naughty and bawdy and rowdy and yes, slutty. It appealed to the exhibitionist in me. What girl isn't an exhibitionist at heart?
What was happening in that bedroom had an entirely different vibe. In the outer room I was in control. Here, I'm clearly not in control.
I was acutely aware of my breathing, raspy and short, and my heart pounding in my chest. I had the thought that everything that had preceded this moment was only foreplay. My instincts tell me I'm about to get fucked in a big way. My breath caught in my throat and a tremor ran through me.
I craned my neck to make eye contact with the giant towering over me. Dave breaks the silence, "Tell the man what you're here for Babe."
After a pause, "I need you...," my voice trailed off.
I tried to maintain eye contact but I blinked, blinked again, and again, and my confidence failed me. I looked away.
I focused on the towel directly in front of my face. I tried to imagine what is underneath.
Dave again, "Tell Vernon why you need him to fuck you."
I was dizzy from looking at Vernon, dizzy from that gigantic package, dizzy from my own thoughts but Dave won't leave me alone. I would have been angry but I was too overwhelmed. Suddenly the room felt stifling hot.
I knew the words my husband was waiting to hear. I had uttered them before, dirty pillow talk as a part of our shared lewd fantasy. But this was no fantasy and the truth of the words stung as they left my mouth, "Because I'm a slut," I mumbled.
"What kind of slut are you?" Dave demanded.
I felt diminutive under my Vernon's gaze, "A married slut," I said meekly.
Suddenly Vernon unwrapped the towel and it fell to the floor. I can only stare. His cock is bigger, more obscene, than I had imagined it. The young midshipman is longer than Mark and as thick as my wrist. I'm speechless, I continue to stare; I feel trapped. I'm enthralled.
For a scant moment I want to run but I don't move. I feel like I might be sick to my stomach. I felt all those things and so many more as I stared at that gigantic cock, just inches from my face.
Standing over me Vernon starts stroking that extraordinary cock. He's practically touching his cock to my lips as he strokes it but I sit perfectly still. He smiles at my predicament - my struggle to accept the obvious.
His cock is bulbous and lewd sticking out from his frame and it makes me dizzy with a carnal hunger. I fixate on that black spear. Such is my appetite that my mouth hangs slightly agape, I salivate, and I lick my lips like a hungry animal craving the taste and feel of that magnificent pole.
"What kind of married slut?" Dave insists.
My confidence collapses. Why does Dave insist on making me say these things? Why do I have to give him what he wants? Why can't I have what I want ... what I need? My insides are a cyclone of desire for the release that this man can provide. A release I'm being denied.
I start panting with desire. I can't look away from Vernon's lewd display. He isn't yet fully erect but his cock is fat and intimidating. I watch it expand with each stroke. With each beat of his heart he seems to grow.
Dave broke my trance when he took my chin in his hand and forced me to look into his eyes. "What kind of married slut?" He repeated.
With that, another piece of the puzzle fell into place. Dave isn't turning me into something I'm not. My husband is coaxing me to accept somebody that I've always been. A primitive deeply repressed part of myself fighting to be liberated; that lonely corner of my psyche that I've long rejected and shamed.
"What kind of married slut?" Dave demands.
My back stiffens. I meet my inquisitor's gaze without fear or evasion.
"A married submissive cum slut hungry for this beautiful cock," I said defiantly, loud enough for the boys in the next room to hear. I was ready to fuck Vernon's horsecock however he wanted to take me.
With my slutty declaration still echoing through the room, Vernon spoke. "Suck it slut," he commanded.
With those words I whimpered a little with my first mini-orgasm of the night. I knew without reservation that I'd be his total submissive slut.
My wedding ring sparkled in the low light as I tried to close my hand around Vernon's girth, my thumb doesn't come close to touching my fingers wrapped around his onyx cylinder. I added a second hand and started stroking his bat.
The plum colored head was oozing pre-cum and I let out a moan as I reach out with my tongue to taste him. The taste makes me hungry for more of his glistening pre-cum as I slaver and lick around his bulbous head. Then, I open my mouth wide and take as much of his cock as I can get past my lips.
Dave's cock might fit perfectly in my throat but this wasn't my husband's familiar cock. I was consumed by a hunger and I pushed myself to take as much of that black snake into my mouth while my hands continued to stroke up and down the length of the rest of his cock.
"Holy fuck woman - you be starving for my black dick." With the head of his cock lodged in the back of my throat I tried to look into his eyes and nod my agreement.
Yes, yes, yes I was starving for his cock and I didn't care who knew it. My throat stung and tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I tried to force even more of his cock into my mouth. I tried to maintain eye contact with my bull to let him know that my submission was total and he could fuck my mouth as hard as he liked.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Dave had his smartphone out. Oh my God, I thought, he's photographing us. Here I am lewdly sucking off this black stranger and now the world will find out.
Then I realized that the way he was holding the phone steady meant this was all on video and for whatever reason my shame passed and I wanted to put on a nasty show for my husband.
I took Vernon's cock out of my mouth with a pop and started licking those big black balls. Burying my face in and under his sack I brought those massive balls into my mouth and lathered him with my saliva. I looked straight into Dave's camera as I ran my tongue under Vernon's sack.
I licked along his taint. I felt wicked and depraved and was daring Dave to stop me. Unlike Mark earlier, who had recoiled from my tongue, Vernon placed a leg up on the bed and rocked his pelvis forward opening himself up to my depravity.
A massive hand on the back of my head pulled my entire face deep between his thighs. His black balls swaddled my face. The musk was intoxicating. I swabbed his anus with my tongue. That massive hand guided my face deeper into his crack.
I'm directly under him now. I flatten my tongue and lick as far as I can reach. He pulls me even further in. I push the tip of my tongue into his anus. I push further, and further still. I am an ass reaming submissive slut and I love it.
I had been through many lovers before I discovered my submissive side. Having discovered that I am naturally submissive, it took longer still to accept that I enjoy, no, I occasionally need domination. The difference between good sex and explosive sex is a man that knows how to take charge and direct me.
At the point where I met my husband I knew this much about my sexuality; I will be your willing cum slut porn star; as long as you know how to take charge and direct the scene. If you want to fuck my face, make it happen. If you want me on my knees licking your ass, just put me there.
Do you want me bent over the bed lewdly spreading my ass cheeks for your invading cock? Don't beg, command me. I'm eager to please; it's the way I'm wired. All I need is a partner that is deserving of what he wants, without being an asshole about it. I like to be used, not abused, there's a world of difference.
