John keeps asking me questions and I don't know what to tell him. He wants to know what I did when I was alone with the kids in Virginia while he was overseas. He doesn't really want to know.
I dated Chuck in Virginia before I married John. John lived in Georgia. I moved to Georgia to marry John and leave Chuck behind. As fate would have it, John and I moved back to Virginia so that John could attend a military school. After graduation, John was transferred overseas. I was to join him later after the children finished school.
I called Chuck shortly after John went overseas. I was horny and thoughts of Chuck never left my mind after I left Virginia. I thought about him so many times. I thought about the way he dominated me; the way he humiliated me in front of his friends; and the things he did to me.
I am ashamed to admit I did those things. That's why I married my husband because Chuck was not husband material. He is a fucker and a dominant. Chuck is not husband material. I love being dominated but I would rather have respectability.
My husband married me and now I am a respectable officer's wife. My husband doesn't fuck me and give me those soaring orgasms like Chuck did but I feel better about myself because now I am a respectable, officer's wife.
After my husband transferred overseas, I couldn't resist the temptation to call Chuck. I knew better but I did it anyway. I thought we could catch up on old times and be friends. How naΓ―ve could a woman be? Chuck didn't care about being friends. He wanted to fuck me again and he made that plain and clear when I called him.
I told him, "No, no way. I am a respectable, married woman now."
He laughed and said, "You were a slut and you're still a slut. That doesn't change because you married someone. You are a slut for my black cock. You're still my bitch. I know you want my black cock. Admit it."
Chuck had a point.
Chuck wanted to know where I lived and said he would come over to see me. At first I hesitated. Then I rationalized I could control the situation. What harm would it do? What a joke. He came over and within minutes I was on my knees sucking his black dick. I can't tell my husband I did that. He'll think I am a total slut, which is the truth. But I don't want my husband to know that.
Yes. Chuck came over many times to fuck me while my husband was overseas. I enjoyed our fuck session so much. He fucked me in ways my husband knew little about. Besides, my husband had a little dick. Chuck fucked me on every piece of furniture in the house while my kids were in school. He fucked my mouth, my pussy, and my ass - my favorite.
No matter where he fucked me he always came in my mouth. I loved sucking his cock after it had been in my ass, feeling it shoot into my mouth. I didn't need to ask Chuck what I was meant to do when he was ready to cum. I knew. He expected me to swallow his cum and I did. How would I explain that to my husband?
Chuck and I had a special relationship. Basically, we were good in bed. I was proud of that accomplishment. I had some self-esteem problems mostly stemming from my relationship with my father. He was a Colonel in the Army and acted the part around me. I never felt worthy or competent at anything. Being able to say I was good at something filled me with pride. Knowing what I was good at had its regrets. How could I have had pride in being good at fucking? That part bothered me. Truthfully, another part was taking pride in being Chuck's whore. I knew I was his whore. Being on my knees sucking his dick whenever and where ever he wanted was existential for me. I knew for sure, at least in those moments, what I was. I was Chuck's cock sucking whore who would do whatever he wanted.
I did some perverted things with him. We knew no limits when it came to sex. I would be bitchy sometimes. Once, he brought a "customer" to my apartment. This guy paid Chuck to fuck me. Chuck brought him over and left. I was bitchy. Being a slut, I let him make out with me which lead to me sucking his cock. He wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. This was real bitchiness. Somehow, I rebelled at Chuck turning me into a "paid" whore. I had my own pride. Chuck could get paid to have me suck guys, but he couldn't get paid to have me fuck them. The guy left angry feeling like he didn't get what he paid for. He complained to Chuck. I think Chuck gave half of his money back to him. Chuck came to my apartment with a bad disposition. He yelled at me for not fucking the guy. We ending up fucking but he wouldn't allow me to cum. That was my punishment for not fucking the guy.
I admit I aspired to be whatever Chuck wanted me to be. Whatever he asked me to do defined who I was. If he asked me suck his cock in a parking lot while people were looking, I did it and realized that's who I was. A whore sucking Chuck's cock in a parking lot. I did that once when were at a party and I was acting bitchy towards him and everyone there. He put up with me for a while thinking I would stop. I didn't. Finally, he lost his patience with me. He said to me, "Let's go outside for a few minutes."
We went outside to the apartment parking lot. We stood in front of a window to the apartment. Everyone inside could see us. He pulled his zipper down and told me to suck his cock. I resisted a little. Eventually, I got down on my knees which hurt like hell because there were rocks all over the parking lot. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it. I could see people in the window watching us. It was humiliating.