Chapter 2: The Following Weekend
Waking up about 11:00 AM the next day I took an inventory of myself and everything was still attached, except of course my virtue. My cunt wasn't sore like I expected. I had showered before bed the night before so I really felt clean and rested. Randy, that's a good name for him because he is randy at sex and I love him for it. He brought me coffee in bed and we began to reminisce the event from the day before. He was surprised I wasn't sore or in any discomfort. I guess if I were a prostitute I would have twice that many cocks in one day and would need to report to work that very afternoon.
I wanted to know where these guys came from so I asked Randy if it would bother him at work knowing that six men had fucked his wife over the weekend.
"Well" he said "I'm so proud of you. None of those guys would have dared asked their wives. Anyway you're the prettiest!"
I felt OK with all this as long as he did. He asked me if I meant what I had said yesterday about next weekend. My cunt tingled before I spoke.
"I liked it but you are my sex master and I fuck who you desire me to."
Randy asked incredulously, "You would pull another train this weekend?"
"Hey!" I responded, "prostitutes do this everyday, You think I couldn't?"
"I know you can but are you willing?"
My turn, "are you willing to direct me to do so?"
"Yes! I just want to be sure."
"Sure of whom, me or you or the men who fuck me?"
"All of those involved." Randy retorted with irritation in his voice.
I just wanted to know about what he was thinking? I'd gone too far!
Randy was talking again this time gentler, "I love you but I also love the way you fuck other men."
Well, I thought at least I had one question answered, I pleased my husband and he was proud of my sluttishness.
When and where do you want me? I responded seductively. When I said that he wanted me right away and where I was right then.
The work week went by as per usual until Thursday when he returned from work. He outlined this Saturday for me. He had lined up "a bunch" of guys to fuck me and could I find something sexy to wear? I told him I would.
Friday I found a maid's costume with a white crinoline. With heels and a duster I really looked like the model in the picture. I hoped that would work. If these sessions with countless strangers were to go on, I should start a sex slut wardrobe. I even began thinking for the future orgies and what I could wear to them.
Randy got home that Friday night he gave me in a pretty box with a bow a red dancing dress knee length and full for swirling. I wore a lacy black bra slip that filled the skirt out and thong, slipped into a pair of red pumps and I was ready.
Randy took me to a tawdry bar that had a dance floor called The Barrel. The bar is oval with complete wet bar setups at the corners. We sat in a booth and Randy ordered me a vodka tonic. Not being a drinker I knew very little about drinks so I was glad he made the decision for me. The drink tasted good and relaxed mealmost immediately. I thought about the different men and cocks the previous Saturday and even though they were just grown up boys they were clean and didn't hurt me.
I asked Randy if the same men from last week were going to be with us this weekend.
He answered "Some."
After that I was quiet because my master made it plain by the sound of his voice it wasn't my concern. It was to do my duty to please my husband and the men what ever they are like. Wow! I now knew what it meant to completely submit to my master/husband.
"Love'" I broke from my trance hearing my master's voice.
"Yes sir?" I looked directly at my husband, his gaze was to my left and turning my head took in the full torso including upper thighs of a smiling yet curiously intriguing black man. As I viewed this spectacle of towering maleness before me I heard my husband say the gentleman would like to dance with you and I have agreed.
I cannot describe the emotions running through me. My husband was directing me to dance with this beautiful man and I can't dance that well. My cunt was numb and moist. I felt my intake of breath as it struggled to help me regain control. Except for talking to a black person in college I'd had no experience touching them, although I have admired quite a number of them from afar both men and women.