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Married Slut Pt 08

Married Slut Pt 08

by dna27fog
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Chapter 8

I woke up horny. Not only horny, but in a mood.

He was already in the shower, so I headed in there, completely naked to let him see the body he had not touched in weeks now. I pulled the shower curtain open and climbed in without warning

He was shocked, and that shock overrode his anger. At least, until I spoke.

"Hey hon" I said as the hot water caressed my skin and ran down dripping off my, as always, erect nipples, "Bring your boss and another black guy from work home. I want some cock tonight.

I leaned closer to him. "I fuck every man I see while you work, but not enough of them are hung black men, like your boss."

"Fuck you!" he grunted with anger in his face.

"No, not today. And probably not for a long time. But remember, I know where he lives and that just might cost you your job." I threatened.

"You wouldn't dare!" he challenged me.

"Try me." I said as I slapped his cock hard as I exited the shower.

I didn't make any dinner. I did clean the house. I did put on a pair of lace thongs, a lace bra, black lace thigh highs and black heels. I looked like a stripper.

I knew he wouldn't refuse me and he knew that I was serious. I liked the power of being a psychopath. I almost hoped he wouldn't bring them home because the thought of going to his boss's house and seducing him in front of his wife excited me to no end.

But, as I expected, at 5:30 my husband arrived first but before he got out of his car his boss pulled in beside him along with another car I had never seen. My husband and two well muscled black men. It made for a promising night.

I went to the door, dressed as I was and flung the door open, exposing myself to anyone in the neighborhood who happened to be looking. I couldn't tell if anyone was looking and I really didn't care.

My husband's boss was the first to the door, and when he reached the landing I bounced up on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and starting to kiss him. My husband glared at me and the other guy looked on in horror.

I jumped down and made my way to the new guy, putting my arms around his neck and kissing him with the same passion and letting my hand go to his cock. It was already growing and from the feel of it, it was a large one.

"We are going to have fun" I whispered as I gave his enlarging cock a quick stroke through his pants.

My husband was watching with obvious rage building inside, but he had known what was going to happen. I had made it clear. Did he think I was bluffing?

I took the two gentlemen by the hand and led them into the house, never saying a word or acknowledging my husband in any way. As soon as we were inside the door, he was still outside, I dropped to my knees and began to pull out their beautiful black cocks.

My husband was still outside, the door was still open and as with earlier, anyone out and about in our little neighborhood could see what I was up to. I welcomed the exposure because I wanted to fuck all day long while my husband was at work.

I wanted to be known as the neighborhood whore who was always available to anyone.

My husband couldn't get in because we were blocking the door and since I already had both of their cocks out and was swapping back and forth on them, neither was in a hurry to move me. My husband tried to force his way through, but as he met his bosses shoulder with his own, his boss bounced him back with his shoulder and sent him reeling back into the yard.

My husband stood there watching from the yard as I sucked two black dicks in the open doorway to our house so the whole neighborhood could see.

When I felt that he had been out there long enough, I pulled my two lovers into the house and shut the door behind us. As we went to the couch, my husband turned the doorknob and started in.

"Wait out there!" I yelled excitedly.

He continued in anyway until his boss, in his deep baritone voice with a sensual slow southern drawl said "The lady said to wait out there"

My husband stopped in his tracks, seemingly unable to move backward but barred from going forward. And stopped like a statue ready to enter the house but paused, unable to move. WE stayed just where we were, two steps inside the front door, as I reached for the other guy's cock.

I pulled at his pants hard, having trouble getting them open, but when I did I was shocked at a huge and very thick shaft. I immediately took it in my mouth, but could do little with it's girth. So, I pulled both of them to the couch, still in the vision of my husband who still had not moved.

I pushed the new guy down on the couch, so his erect shaft was pointing straight up and I slid my dripping vagina down on it and let him thrust into me as I took boss man's cock in my mouth and slowly slid down to his balls letting both my pussy and ass be filled.

Then, he lifted me off his cock. I knew where this was going and I was excited and nervous. His cock touched my asshole and I pushed down on it, feeling violated, stretched and maybe even torn in a way I never had. But, I kept pushing, a grimace on my face as I kept sucking the cock in my throat.

I felt my ass cheeks bottom out on his groin and knew I had gone as far as I could go, but I squeezed my cheeks together and started up. I felt the tip of his head as I reached the end and I shoved myself back down on it hard. It hurt, but not as bad as the first time. The third time hurt less and so on and so on.

And then I was fucking him. Hard and fast with abandon. When I felt the tell tale tensing, I stayed down and tightened up and squirmed a little on him. Just enough to coax out the explosion that I felt.

And then I was swallowing cum from the boss man. I coaxed it out with deep, slow strokes, allowing my throat to gently open as his cock slid past the back of my throat. When the tip of my nose hit his abdomen I turned my head and pushed harder until my face planted against him. Then I began a slow, gentle retreat.

He was beginning to soften, but I wanted to keep him hard so I used my throat to massage him. The other man's cock was still buried in my ass but he, also, was spent. Feeling the rising rigidity of the cock in my mouth, I reversed myself and presented my ass to boss man while taking the soft, but massive cock of the younger man in my mouth.

I tasted the acrid taste of my own ass and the cock was too big for my throat, even as it was but I pushed on. Suddenly, he jerked back from me and yelled "No teeth!"

I looked up at him and saw a look in his eye. I pushed myself down on his cock, opening my mouth as wide as I possibly could. It was still not wide enough and my teeth began to touch his cock again. He pushed me back, harder, and repeated "I said No Teeth!"

I pushed harder and this time, he slapped me. "No teeth, whore!"

I bit down on his cock as my ass was being fucked.

He slapped me again, a little harder and I smiled up at him. I felt the sting and the rising redness on the side of my face. I slid down, off both of them, until I was seated on the floor leaning back against the sofa. I looked up and opened my mouth wide and smiled.

He approached the opening with trepidation. As his head entered my mouth, I relaxed my jaw and let it open as far as I could. Still, a few inches in and my teeth began to scrape the bottom and top of his cock.

He pulled back and slapped me. Hard.

I smiled and opened my mouth a little further.

He pressed on, driving just a little deeper with the same result. My teeth on his cock led to a forceful slap. He grabbed my hair and began to pull me up, lifting me by my hair. I strained to open my mouth further and he pressed in harder until I felt the tip of his cock touch the base of my throat.

Just then, my ass was rammed and I was shoved forward, driving this massive cock past the sphincter at the back of my throat. It parted and as my ass was invaded my throat felt as if it was ripped open. It was the sharpest pain I had ever endured.

But, he didn't let me back off. He pushed on slowly until his entire cock was in my throat. Every time my ass was pummelled, it drove me down on his cock again. It was getting easier each time, but it still hurt.

When I could no longer go without air, I attempted to pull off, but between my ass being fucked driving me forward and him holding my tightly against his groin, I couldn't get off. I was just passively getting spitroasted.

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Suddenly, I felt the cock in my throat swelling and I took his cum greedily while letting my ass get fucked. I almost passed out before he pulled out of my throat which hurt badly. But, I drove my ass into his cock until he was cumming and I took it all.

I noticed my husband standing at the door.

"Come in." I commanded him.

He did as he was bid.

He stood there watching as I sat the two black men on the couch side by side and began the process of cleaning off their cocks with my tongue. Back and forth, cock to cock, I cleaned them. I tasted my own ass and I tasted the blood I could see in streaks on the larger cock and balls.

It had definitely split my ass. It hurt badly, but I smiled anyway. I thought my ass would need a while to recover.

"Have a seat and watch, boy." boss man said to my husband, who sat in the recliner and obediently watched me worship the two black cocks. I glanced at him and realized that there was no longer hurt and betrayal in his eyes. His face was filled with hate and rage.

That made me smile at him before I took his boss's cock deep in my throat.

Then, I got up and went to him. I bent down so that my face was at the level of his. My liips were mere inches from his.

"Baby" I whispered, "am I the whore you wanted me to be? Cause the funny thing is, I like it. The more you hate me, the more I like it."

I started to kiss him on the lips, but he raised his hands to push me away.

"Boy, you better lower those hands!" rumbled his boss's voice.

Without hesitation, he dropped his hands and allowed me to kiss him. Our lips met and his were clenched tightly. I continued to kiss him until what remained of his will was gone and his lips parted.

My tongue, covered with fluids from his boss's cock, invaded his mouth. He tried to lean back but I moved with him kissing him more deeply and fervently. The harder I kissed the more he tried to get away, until he didn't.

Then, he just leaned against the back of the chair and let me do as I wished.

So, I left him sitting there and took his two black co-workers by the hand and led them to the shower so we could get dressed to head out.

After quick showers, they went downstairs to get dressed and I went to my room. I threw on a low cut, thin T shirt that would be see through as soon as I started dancing and sweating, along with a micro skirt with no underwear. Thigh highs and a pair of heels completed my look.

I went downstairs and took their hands and led them out of the house leaving my husband nearly catatonic sitting in the chair.

We went out dancing, drinking and flirting. They dropped me back off at my house. My husband was not in the chair. I went up to the bedroom and looked in on him. As I had suspected he would do, he had simply gone to bed.

I walked over to the bed and shook him. He rolled over, still in the clothes he had worn to work that morning. His eyes had not yet focused when I whispered sadistically "Get up and get your ass down on the couch."

As he wordlessly climbed off the bed, apparently a completely beaten and worthless man, I climbed in right behind him.

"Turn off the light and shut the door." I said firmly as he got to the door.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone and I was alone. Alone in the shower I had a chance to think while I ran my hands over my body and played with my breasts. The hot water and my hands and fingers on my nipples brought me to the edge of orgasm.

In that moment, I recalled the day before and the idea that I had. If I did this, it would solidify me as completely evil. I smiled at the thought and my mind was made up.

A pair of tight black pants and a white button up top buttoned a button or two higher than I would normally wear it. Moderate heels and a nice high, tight pony and I was ready to go. I almost changed my mind a couple of times but I was on this path and it was too late to change now.

I knocked on the door of the upper middle class home. It was stone, two floors and a semi-circular driveway. After a couple of moments, the door opened and I was greeted by a very attractive mid-forties black woman. She was dressed smartly in green pants and a light green satin-y blouse. Her hair was straight and she had dark but friendly eyes.

"Hello?" she said quizzically. "May I help you."

"Hi, Mrs. Thompson" I began, I know your husband Les. He and my husband work together and I just thought it time I got to know you."

"Oh yeah?" she said with obvious doubt in her eyes, "Why do I need to know you?"

"Well" I said, your husband has been coming home with my husband and the two of them have been raping me."

Her face fell.

"I don't believe you" she said. "I think you need to leave." She started to shut the door.

"Was he home last night? Or last Wednesday night?" I asked insistently and she paused with the door.

"He wasn't because my husband brought him home. I told my husband to bring me a black guy from work and he brought your husband to my house. He fucked me eagerly." I continued.

"Why are you doing this?"she asked with pleading in her voice.

"Do you love your husband?" I asked.

"Yes." she replied quickly.

"Do you want to keep him?" I asked more quietly.

"Yes" she replied, just as quietly.

I reached out and gently took her hand. She started to pull away but I held firmly and began to lead her to the living room. After the initial hesitation, she followed me dejectedly with a forlorn look on her face.

"You know, I lied," I began and her face took on a flash of anger. "The first time my husband brought your husband to my house it was because I told my husband to bring a black guy home. I wanted cock and I didn't want my husband. But, I do like black cock. And, your husband was willing, and eventually enthusiastic.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she pleaded.

"I am really not doing this to you. I am doing it to my husband and you and your husband are collateral damage. I wouldn't be here if your husband hadn't fucked me. So really, this is all your husband's fault." I explained bluntly.

"What do you want?" she asked, on the verge of tears.

"Honestly, I am not sure. I want my husband to fear getting fired, but I also want him to stay employed so I don't have to be. I also like your husband's cock. It is nearly perfect. I want him to fuck me a lot. I haven't decided what I want from you yet. I don't know you well enough." i mused.

"Please, just leave." she said, barely audibly.

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"You want to keep your husband, right?" I asked, perking up with the intended power play.

"Yes." she said, more confidently.

"Well, you can keep him on my terms."

I leaned toward her, our faces inches apart.

"I think you and I need to get to know each other first" I said as I leaned in to kiss her.

She didn't react. She didn't kiss me in return. She didn't recoil in horror. She just sat there like a defeated woman. Much like my husband, the defeated man.

"Come on" I said, ramping up the enthusiasm in my voice. "Let's try to get through this together. This is how you keep your husband. We share him."

I leaned in to kiss her again and she jerked back hesitantly but when I persisted and my lips stayed in contact with hers and my tongue began to explore her lips she relented. She didn't kiss me back but she didn't fight me. My tongue forced her lips wider and wider until I had my tongue buried in her mouth, my lips pressed against her thick, pillowy soft lips.

I pushed her back against the back of the sofa and climbed onto her lap, straddling her. I cupped her face in my hands and using my fingertips as a guide, I led her lips to mine.

As I kissed her, my hands began to caress her neck and then her shoulders. My fingers slid inside her top and touched the bare skin of her shoulders.

She didn't react.

I looked directly into her eyes as my fingers traced the edge of the fabric of her blouse. My fingertips crossed her collarbone and continued down to the first button. While gazing into her eyes I began to unbuttoned her uppermost fastened button.

"No" she whimpered.

"No?" I questioned.

She didn't respond.

"I'll ask you again" I began firmly, "do you want to keep your husband?"

"Yes," she whimpered back.

"Repeat that" I said as I began to work her buttons again.

"Yes" she said as her blouse fell open revealing a smart, crisp white demi cup bra holding in a nice pair of breasts.

As I began to take her blouse off, she rolled her shoulders and dropped her arms behind her making it easier for me to remove the top. Once off, I tossed it to the floor and took in her body.

She had a beautiful mocha colored skin with very little middle age sag and she had tits that, although they were not as big as mine, were quite nicely sized and looked remarkably firm for her age.

I leaned in to kiss her again and as I did, my hands went around to the clasp of her bra and I deftly unhooked it. As I pulled the bra from her body, her tits fell from the grasp of the cups and fell into their natural position. They sagged very little and I was impressed that a woman her age had such firm tits as large as they were.

I lowered my face to kiss her nipples.

"NO" she whimpered as she recoilled.

I was unabated and soon I was molesting her nippples and although she was stoic and detached at first, eventually she began to feel the unavoidable tingle that comes with proper continued nipple stimulation.

She finally moaned and tossed her head back.

"Your husband will love this" I said gently.

"No" she said, her voice dropping to a whimper again.

I just kissed her harder and began looking at the clasp to her pants.

When my fingers touched the clasp of her pants, she withdrew with an audible gasp.

"Your husband will love this" I repeated.

"No" she whimpered, "It's wrong."

"Was it wrong for your husband to fuck me?" I asked her, with a moderate amount of venom in my tone.

"Yes" she conceded.

"Was it wrong for him to cheat on you?" I asked more forcefully.

"Yes" she said, more confidently.

"And you still want to keep him?" I asked.

"Yes" she said as she dropped her head.

"Then does right and wrong really matter?" I asked finally.

"No" she said reluctantly.

I already had her pants undone before she had finished the answer. It was hard to get them off. She was not resisting but she wasn't helping.

"Lift up" I said as I tried to pull her pants down and when she lifted, I got pants past her knees and off. Her panties came with the pants so I was now face to face with a pretty, shaved pussy

"Mmmmm" I said as I touched it gently and slid my fingertips from the clitoral hood down to the bottom of her labia. I brought it up to my lips and touched the tip of my finger with my tongue, depositing a bit of saliva and holding it to her lips.

She balked.

I was growing tired of the hesitation so I pushed the tip of my finger to her lips and began to push. She didn't speak but she wouldn't open her lips. I put it back to her lips and pushed a little harder.

"Taste yourself" I said with a tone in my voice.

She didn't move for a moment, but just as I was about to either give up or go further, she parted her lips slightly and her tongue emerged. She touched the bead of saliva with her tongue and then pulled it back in ever so quickly. But, before she could close her lips, I had my finger in her mouth.

I forced her lips apart and pushed my fingers into her mouth and ran my tongue around her opened mouth. I was no longer being gently, I was raping this womans mouth. The best thing was she was already past the point of resisting. She was broken in less than an hour.

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