Married Slut

CHAPTER 7

I don't want to over-generalize here, but I came to the conclusion that black guys will be as dominant as you allow them to be. Not only was I allowing it, I was encouraging it. My husband brough his married blac boss home several times over the next week. I allowed him anything he wanted, but he never pushed me as far as Mazda guy.

My husband and I had begun to talk, at least. I didn't tell him I didn't love him. I didn't tell him that I never wanted to fuck him again because I might have to in order to keep him satisfied and interested.

I told my husbands boss as he fucked me one night, that he knew my husbands schedule and I was home most of the time. I gave him my number and told him to come by any time. Day or night. My husband home or not, I didn't care.

As a matter of fact, the way things had developed, my husband couldn't say anything to me for fucking his boss for fear of losing his job.

I also realized that although I did not ever care to fuck my husband, if he were home I loved fuckiing anybody else while making to attempt to hide it. And I always referred back to his boss if he got angry.

If he did, that just made me happier and hornier.

As little as I had been wearing, I now was wearing less, showing more and proudly announcing my status as a slut. I had gone back out to the main road, wearing even less that the day I had met Mr. Mazda but I didn't run into him again.

It was not long, however, until a car pulled over for me. I did my usual ass swinging walk to the car door and bent over, thrusting my tits in the window as it went down.

"Do you need a lift, sweetheart?" asked the middle aged man behind the wheel of the huge 80's station wagon.

"Sure" I replied without hesitation as I opened the door and slid in.

"Where are you headed?" he asked as I began to wiggle around to make myself comfortable on the large bench seat.

Without hesitation I answered "Wherever you want to take me!" with a wink.

He was dumbfounded, obviously not expecting such candor.

"I don't have a lot of money on me" he replied, obviously thinking I was a prostitute, which should not have looked that far off base. My attire and my willingness to just climb in a car were obvious signs.

"I don't need money" I said as I pulled my top up, revealing my huge tits.

"What DO you need?" he asked flirtatiously.

"You're gonna have to figure that one out." I whispered in his ear as I leaned close and stroked his cock through his pants. As I did, it started to get hard immediately. I began to kiss his neck and up to his ear as I continued to play with his cock.

He said nothing.

He drove to the outskirts of the city, me massaging his cock the whole time while occasionally bending down to suck it.

Soon, we pulled into a drive way. The house was a simple bi-level, obviously a working class guy, made money, had a good retirement set up. The lawn was well manicured and the house looked immaculate from the outside.

He got out and started for the front door. I followed him as I was.

"Tell my wife you work with me at the real estate office. You might be staying a days or two." he said.

I was not in a mood to argue. I was, in fact, intrigued by what he was doing but I had a mind of my own.

When he had me follow him into his house, a voice came from upstairs.

"Liz, I brought one of my co-workers home. She needs to crash here for a day or two while they work on her demo home." he yelled into the air.

"Sure, no problem." came a sultry voice from upstairs just as she hit the top stair.

She was a beautiful middle aged woman. She was bery buxom with a nice ass, perfect hair and a gorgeous mature face.

"Thanks for letting me stay." I said as I put my arms around the neck of this, as of yet, unnamed woman.

"It's no problem." she said demurely as she looked me up and down, noticing I was dressed like a hooker or a slut.

I grabbed her face and planted the most sensual kiss I could muster on her. She was shocked and unprepared for me, so initially, she began to kiss me back while her husband stood there aghast. Our lips met, my tongue met her lips and probed for her lips to open. They did, reluctantly, and her tongue was met by mine.

But, then she came to herself and pushed me away.

"What are you doing?" she asked, loudly.

Without delay, I rushed her again, attacking her lips with mine and as she tried to escape, I held her tightly. The longer I kept her there, the more she acquiesced until finally, she was kissing me as hard as I was kissing her.

She had obviously forgotten that her husband was standing there with his jaw to the floor watching unable to comment

My hands began to work up and down her back, touching her sensually. I stopped when my hands rester on her spreading hips and I pulled her close to me until our bodies touched.

Keeping my lips firmly attached to hers, I worked my hands up her curvy body until reached the collar of her dress. I spread the collar and pulled it down. She was obviously going to protest but I kissed her harder and she didn't.

When the dress fell off, it revealed a wonderful body for a 50 year old woman. She was well put together, with a small waist and large tits. She obviously worked out and even though she didn't have a six pack or anything, her stomach was flat as a washboard.

I clasped her closely and with my arms around her, I pulled her tight abd kept kissing her.

She began to relax and give in and finally she was kissing me back. She was a good kisser with a swift, agile tongue and soft pillowy lips. When her tongue crept into my mouth I clamped knot it with my lips and began to suck on it.

I pushed my hips more tightly against her so that our groins touched and I felt her push in return.

I clasped her hand and started for the stairs and she began to follow. As we moved, her husbands moved to follow us.

"Stay there" I commanded him as we ascended the stairs.

I led her to the bedroom, and without a word I took her to the bed. I Pushed her to lower herself onto the edge of the bed and when she was sitting, I stood between her knees, helping them apart.

I dropped to my knees and moved close in on her pussy. She didn't stop me but she didn't make any motion of approval. That is to say, she didn't until my wet tongue touched her pussy.

"NNNNNNNNNgh" she moaned loudly as I licked her pussy.

My tongue traced the outline of her protruding labia, which separated easily as I used my tongue. I worked my tongue in between her labia and began to insert and withdraw like I was fucking her. Her hand suddenly came to the back of my head and she pulled my face into her pussy.

Then she suddenly, in shock, pulled away.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, "I am so sorry."

"Put your hands back there" I said gently.

She did.

"Now, pull me close" I said.

She hesitantly pulled me forward until my lips were millimeters from her pussy lips. I could feel my warm breath reflected back to me with the added moisture of her wet pussy.

"Now, move me until my lips are where you want them." I instructed.

She moved me until my lips were nearly touching her clitoris. I extended my tongue to lick her and she moaned again.

"Now, pull me in and move my head to make me do what you want." I hoped this would be my final instruction.

She pulled me into her and pressed me tightly while moving my head to make me tongue play with the various aspects of her now wet, glistening clitoris.

As I hoped, she needed no more instruction. She pulled me in tightly, let me out, moved my head in multiple angles to keep my lips and tongue stimulating her clitoris.

I tasted her wet vagina and it was sweet. I let my tongue explore and listened as she moaned when I touched some spots. Finally, I got up to my knees and pushed her down on the bed, climbing over her until my dripping pussy was directly over her face.

I thought she was ready. I slowly lowered my pussy to contact her lips. She turned her head as if in shame so I pressed my dripping cunt into her face a little harder. She finally ventured a brief exploration. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and touched my labis.

I don't know if it was the touch of her tongue or the knowledge that I had her doing something she was apparently shamed from moments before, but with the touch of her tongue, I shuddered with excitement.

She extender her tongue a little more and I began to slowly move my pussy abck and forth on her tongue. She just had to lie there and let it happen and I fucked myself on her tongue.

I removed the rest of her clothing with little help from her. I slipped it off and touched every inch of her as I did. She liked being touched but was hesitant about actively participating so I laid her down on the bed and climbed over her, my face in her pussy and hers in mine. I began to concentrate on her clitoris in earnest, working toward her cumming.

She began to buck her hips and I worked harder, driving her over the edge. Collapsing down onto the bed, she lay there still for a moment. I sat up and lowered my pussy to her face again, letting her explore my undulating pussy with her tongue.

But, finally, I became too excited and simply climbed off her.

It wasn't exactly the way it felt to have her tongue in my pussy. Rather, it was the high it gave me to MAKE her put her tongue in my pussy. The ability to tell someone else to do something that they would not otherwise do and have them do it is simply a powerful drug.

"Stay right there." I told her. I went to her husband, who was still just standing there watching, and removed everything and had him standing there near the window, completely nude. She watched as I began to kiss his shoulders and worked my way down to his nipples.

I kissed and bit them, causing him to flinch.

"Don't move!" I commanded and bit just a little harder.

He grimaced but did not move. I made my way to his hard, erect cock and took it in my mouth. I began massaging the head with my lips. She flinched as if coming toward me.

"Stay" I commanded simply.

I made her stand and watch as I teased him, edged him, had him on the verge of cumming only to stop while never letting her move.

I led him to the bed and bid her to come and follow. I positioned her directly at the foot of the bed. Less than a foot away from her, I had her husband fuck me hard and when he was ready to cum, i pulled him in close, taking his cum as deep into me as possible and watching the look of horror on her face.

When I pulled his dripping cock out of my wet pussy, her gaze followed it.

"Stanley, what have you done?" she cried in between her sobs. Tears were pouring down her face but she never moved.

I got off the bed and walked around behind her, yet she never moved. She just stared at her unfaithful husband.

I got close to her. I put my lips next to her ears and whispered, "Go lick me off of his cock."

She stood, aghast.

"Go!" I commanded.

She climbed onto the bed and took his limp dick in her mouth and began to suck it.

"Be careful to clean it thoroughly." I said with a mocking tone.

I climbed down onto the bed to watch her suck his cock. Tears werer streaming down her face as she took it in, licking the taste of me from it.

"How long have you been married?" I asked her sweetly.

Between heaves, she choked out "35 years."

"Did you know he picked up young things on the side of the street to fuck them?" I continued.

I smiled as I conceded that she didn't have to answer that one.

"Did you know that he prefers the sweet, plump warmth of a young pussy, even a stranger, to your old dried up cunt?" I said in a sweet loving tone.

Her tears mounted exponentially, but she kept sucking his cock, albeit completely ineffectually. So, I climbed onto the bed and took her husbands cock in my hands. Licking the tip, I held it out for her.

"Your turn" I said. "Show the cheating prick how much you love him."

She burst into uncontrolled tears but began to suck his cock with enthusiasm.

It was at this point that I lay on the bed, my lips mere inches from hers and began to whisper to her how her dried up pussy drove her husband to look for strange pussy wherever he could get it. I told her he had lost interest in her sagging, old countenance years ago. I told her as she got older, her husbands taste would go younger.

I told her it was a good thing she didn't have bigger breasts because if she did, they would hang to her navel. Her skin was as wrinkled as an orange.

All of this was untrue, however, for she was a beautiful example of a well kept, attractive middle aged woman. But, she was broken and I loved every minute of it.

I don't know how one human being can take so much pleasure in the suffering of another, but I did. Oh, did I enjoy it.