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.
Apparently, I was not sucking him good enough. He told me to stand up, turned me around, pushed me over the hood of a car and pulled my pants and panties down around my knees. Then he stuck his dick in my ass. He fucked me in the ass in front of all those people. He fucked me hard which made me cum. If there was ever a doubt in my mind, I knew then what I was - a cock sucking, ass fucking whore.
A couple of times he brought his black friends over. Once he brought three black men to our military quarters. I asked them to come in and make themselves comfortable. The three guys sat on the couch and Chuck sat on a chair. I asked them if they wanted anything to drink. They all asked for beer. I went to the kitchen to get their beer. When I returned to the living room, I served them the beer and stood in eager anticipation.
Chuck ordered me to strip for the guys. I had a feeling this was coming. From my prior history with Chuck, I knew to expect this. It was exciting. At first, I made a pretentious display of indignation. It was humiliating to have him speak to me in that way in front of strangers. It wasn't working on Chuck. He gave me a stern look and said nothing. I cratered and began unbuttoning my blouse in front of his friends.
After dropping it on the floor, I reached around my back to unsnap my bra. I made of big show of revealing my tits. I let the straps slowly slide off my shoulders while holding the cups in place. I removed the cups replacing them with my hands to cover my nipples. Slowly, I let my hands fall to my sides. The guys stared at my tits. They asked me to shake them and I did.
They asked me to play with my tits and twist my nipples. I took them in my hands and bounced them around. I have some big white tits. Because I am a red head, my skin is extremely white. My nipples are as white as my tits; it is one big expanse of red head white skin. The guys were mesmerized. I twisted and pulled my large nipples for them. It was humiliating and exciting. Chuck asked me to turn around, so he could see my tits. I turned around to give him a good look.
He told me to walk over to him. I knew what was coming next. I was getting weak in the knees and my pussy was getting hot and wet. When I got to him, he pulled his cock out and told me to suck it. I didn't hesitate. I got down on my knees and took it in my mouth. Chuck's dick is big. Really big. I love big dicks especially sucking them. I don't really care what color they are as long as they're big. I found though, if I wanted a big dick, it had to be black.
That's why I loved Chuck so much. He had a big, black dick. As I was sucking his cock, he told his friends I was his bitch, his property and as such I was obligated to suck his cock first. He said that like he assumed I would be sucking everyone's dick. Well, he wasn't far off the mark. He had ordered me to suck everyone's cock before. Of course, I did as he ordered me. Shortly after I started blowing him, he told me to get up and strip the rest of my clothes off. I got up, unzipped my shorts, pulled them off. I stood there in nothing but my panties. Chuck said, "Strip your panties off too." I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. There I was. Stark naked in front of four black men, showing off my tits and pussy.
Chuck ordered me to get down on my hands and knees in front of him. My ass was in clear view for his friends to see. He told me to take my hands and pull my ass cheeks apart so that they could look at my ass and pussy. He told me to play with my pussy so that they could see how wet I was. I did as he ordered and rubbed myself. I put some fingers in my pussy and rubbed. I was about ready to cum when he told me to stick some fingers in my ass. I did. I fingered my ass and went back to sucking his dick. I sucked Chuck's cock for at least twenty minutes, all the while fingering my ass. He usually ordered me to finger my ass when he planned to fuck it.