"You're a whore and fucking slut!" My husband shouted repeatedly. And he was right. I'm a cock slut whore but not by choice. In fact, my husband and the other cocks in my life are responsible for everything I am today. Starting with Billy Coon. If my Mike knew my first cock was a Niger the prejudice fuck would disown me. Billy had an older brother Calvin and a friend nick named Nookie he'd share me with as often as possible. Those were some good years.
Beyond my childhood sweethearts was high school. I must of sucked and fuck a different cock each month. The guys secretly spread the word I was fun and likable, while the girls hated and suspected me. I've never had any girlfriends, not even to his day. I just don't get along with pussy. My college years were a sexual bliss and my secret.
Such was my confession to my husband Mike. We were going to try an open marriage, but he couldn't go through with it. He was ready to fuck another woman but couldn't handle me with another guy. I haven't been with another man since my marriage and held no desire for it. I've done that scene, but my husband was curious. But unfortunately, the damage was done, and a fire lit that wasn't easily going out.
We met a couple from a local swinger's club and agreed to swap but Mike got cold feet. Calvin and Gale were their names. She was around our age but ne was much older and had a strong alpha Male vibe. I think what change Mike's mind was after exchanging nude pics he became frighten by the size of Calvin's enormous cock. Although nothing was said I'm sure they felt the same.
Anyway, Mike was out. And the couple accepted his choice. However, my pussy was awakened with desire after witnessing that incredible cock. And Calvin wasn't going to make it easy for me either. He was an old dog at this game and caught my vibe quick.
He contacted me privately and insisted we sin secretly against our spouses, assuring it'll be fun, exciting and adventurous. My pussy was wet at the notion. His consistent bombardment of the issue and pics showing his monster cock push me over the edge and alas I succumbed.
We met discreetly at a small hole in the wall hotel. I expect to be brief and get home soon after. But of course, nothing ever goes as plan. First mistake I agreed to get high in order to relax and get in the mood as he put it. He didn't mention the drinks were spiked and the pot was extra strong. In fifteen minutes, I was flying.