Married Slut

Chapter 4

I pulled up to the front of our house. I was shocked by what I saw, although I should have expected it All of my possessions were in a pile at the curb. My clothes were thrown in a pile on top of the trash can. My pictures...pictures of us...my decorations and everything that was important to me was sitting on the curb.

It had obviously not been here very long because it did not appear to have been picked through.

It was 10 am and the sun was bright outside, washing everything in it's warming glow.

I was wearing a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Nothing special. Walmart grade actually, but the sun felt good and Walmart clothes were not unheard of in our neighborhood.

I knew my husband would be at work. He worked 7 to 4:30 unless there was optional or mandatory overtime. He worked hard and deserved better than I had given him. I was ashamed of what I had done, and more than that I was appalled at how low I had sunk.

I had become a prostitute in very short order.

I went to the front door and tried my key. It didn't fit the lock. He had changed them

I went to the back door. No go.

My last shot. I tried the bilco door to the basement and, as always, it was not locked from the inside. I lifted the door and went inside, lowering the door behind me. I flipped on the light switch and went to the stairs.

The door from the basement into the house was not locked. It never was.

So, I was in.

Now, how to handle this.

We were still married and I had not been served any kind of papers so we were still married and I had not been served a restraining order, so I could be here. If I just brought my stuff back in and acted like nothing had happened, it would be a bad mistake.

So, I went out the front door and began to load all of my belongings into the car The back seat, the trunk and the passenger seat were all filled.

Then I went into the house to clean up and wait for my husband.

A warm shower felt nice but I put the same clothes back on and made some lunch.

Should I make dinner for him? No, that would seem like I was trying to force him to talk to me over dinner. I didn't want to force him at all.

So, I waited.

5 pm came and went and he still didn't come home. Then 6, then 7. Hours passed and I wondered where he was. Had he already moved on and replaced me? I didn't think he could have done that so quickly. I know he loved me. Yet I had violated that love and trust so badly that maybe in anger he had moved on.

But it just didn't feel right.

And then about 11:30 I saw his lights pull up to the front of the house. I sat up straight on the couch and waited for him to come in.

Suddenly, the door burst open and he appeared malevolent as he came in the house.

"The whore is back?" he said angrily. "What, did you black friends finally get tired of fucking the whore?"

"Gary" I began, "I just don't know..."

"You don't know?" he repeated as he charged me and pushed me back on the couch.

He was drunk. And he was angry. He had me pinned on the couch and his hand shot to my throat as he pushed me harder into the couch and began to kiss me.

"Come on, whore. Fuck me! It's what you do, right?" he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth onto my face.

But, I did it. I kissed him. Tentatively. Trepidatiously. I let my tongue lick the spit from his lips.

He held me down with one hand on my throat and with the other he yanked my shorts and panties down in one motion. He fumbled at his pants but so he didn't have to let me go, I opened and dropped his pants for him.

With no warning, he thrust his hard, erect cock into my pussy. It was shocking it didn't hurt, but I was so turned on that my pussy was drenched. He went in with little resistance and immediately I began to thrust against him.

"How many guys have you fucked since that night? You a black cock whore now? How does it feel fucking a white man? You useless piece of trash. Are you gonna charge me when I am done? You fucking whore, you disgust me." he railed.

The verbal onslaught continued the entire time he was fucking me. The more he yelled, the harder he fucked and the more I liked it.

Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from my pussy and shoved his cock in my face.

"Suck it, whore. Swallow my cum!" he said as he thrust his were, erect cock past my lips and into my throat, furiously fucking my face until he buried himself in me and I felt his load shoot down my waiting throat.

But as soon as he came, he stood up and shoved me over to the side.

He stumbled up the stairs and into bed, passing out there in short order.

I lay on the couch, alone, for a few minutes before falling asleep.

When I woke up, he was gone. I was alone. I went to take a shower with no plans further than that, but soon I was on autopilot. I wore a tight black dress with cutouts on the upper arms and at the waist on both sides. It was low cut, so it showed off my cleavage.

I put on a couple of huge hoop earrings and let my hair curl naturally and volumize.

I pulled onn a thong and put on my tall black heels.

I didn't know where he was and I wasn't in the mood to wait for him. I would have been happy if her were there to fuck me, but since he wasn't, I would go on the prowl.

As I approached the front door, I looked myself over one last time. I looked like a total slut, but I did have a couple of adjustments to make. I reached inside the top and pushed my breasts up higher as I pulled the fabric down, adjusting both side so that just aa hint of the color of my areola showed above the dress.

As I went outside, our neighbor was out in his yard pushing the run down mower for the last time of the season, more to clean up the collection of brown hued leaves that had gathered in his yard than to actually cut the barely there grass.

He was an attractive man. Well muscled with only a hint of the beer belly that would surely plague him as he got older, he looked every bit the rural man.

"Hey," he yelled loudly over the din of the mower. "Where ya been? I haven't seen you around in a while."

"Been staying with some friends," I replied. It's not technically a lie. "So what have you been up to? Trouble, I hope." I said, teasingly while letting my hand wander to my almost exposed breast.

He didn't fail to follow my hand.

I let my hand linger at the junction of fabric and skin and his eye stayed right there. I shifted my weight, swaying my hips from side to side quickly as I quickly squeezed my breast. He awoke from his momentary trance.

"No, no trouble. No fun," he said with a downcast look.

"We could get into some trouble," I said with a wink.

"Melanie's home," he replied matter-of-factly, but his hand never left my breast.

I pulled the fabric down, showing him my nipple and quickly covered it again. I turned quickly and just said "I'll wait for you. Don't make me wait long."

I turned and strutted to my front door.

Not 5 minutes later I opened my door as he stood there looking back to his house to see if he had been observed coming over. I didn't immediately invite him in, but rather stood there to chat.

"What took you so long?" I asked as my hand arms crossed under my breasts and with my thumb I flicked the underside up and down causing my breast to bounce as he stood there nervously.

"I had to make sure my wife wasn't watching." he said. "Are you going to let me in? Before she sees me?"

"Maybe" I said as I ogled his body head to toe, slowly with a slight pause at his crotch.

"Come on. I can't be out here long." he begged.

I uncrossed my arms and as my breasts fell, I pulled my top down, tucking it neatly under them, freeing them completely.

"Baby, you are..." he began.

"A slut. I know. Now, come in and fuck me." I commanded.

As I moved aside, he came in. I left the door open and led him to the couch.

The thought of getting caught excited me. Getting caught by anyone, but especially his wife or my husband. I dropped immediately to my knees and fumbled with his button. I opened it and smiled up at him as I slowly let down the zipped, making eye contact as I did.

When the zipper was down, I pulled his pants to the side and reached in, pulling out his semi had cock. I was not large, but not small. It's length was OK but its girth was fantastic and it was very veiny with an uncircumcised head.

As he began to get harder, the head became more and more visible. I kissed it and gave it a quick lick. As I looked up at him, I placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to my mouth. I slowly opened it and gently guided it in. Closing my lips around it and sucking, I backed off creating a suction as I did. When I reached the head, I reversed and took it in again. Several times in and out, I then stopped and with his cock again at the entrance to my mouth, I stroked it with my hand quickly several times. I ten plunged in again and began to feverishly work on massaging his hardened his cock with my mouth.

When I felt him start to do that thing that men do, I stopped, pushed him down on the couch, and stood over him taking my clothes off. I straddled him, climbing on and guiding his cock into my wet pussy

I slowly lowered myself onto him and when I had bottomed out against him, I began to slowly grind my pussy against him. I reached out and took his hands and put them to my throat. He looked confused, but I squeezed and as I cut off my own oxygen, I began to grind more furiously.

He took the hint but stopped short of what I wanted. When he stopped squeezing, I stopped grinding and put my hands back to his, forcing him to squeeze harder. He took the hint and began to squeeze hard enough to inhibit my ability to breathe.

I began to pump him furiously as I began to get lightheaded. I felt him cum hard in me right before I collapsed, lying there panting.