My Husband Paul, Cucked, and My Bitch - 1
Hi, I am Mary, and it’s time I share my story of cuck holding my husband with all of you. What I will share are the events that have taken place, and emotional experiences. How this is has changed my husband, myself and my marriage. I am a 36-year-old brunette with a little chubby build, a few extra pounds, but I would consider myself a cute-looking lady. Lady, that sounds funny when thinking about that word now since all the many things I have involved myself in. I’m on my second marriage and my ex husband and I share custody, as we have kids which I have every few weeks. After a few years of being single, I remarried to a man named Paul, and we have been together since then.
Paul’s a good man and my kids like him very much. We have been married for five years now. Years into our marriage, my husband Paul started questioning me after sex. Was I interested in other men, and would I ever be interested in having sex outside of our marriage? I was a little hurt because of Paul thoughts of me wanting me to be with another person after I gave my vow to be with him. I gave Paul a strong reply of “No” that day. He would not let it rest, and again he asked the same question again, and again when we had sex. I must admit, it caused our sex life to drop off to where it was less than a dozen times a year where I ended up masturbating more. Asking me again after I have already given him a no made me irritated with him. Out of that state of irritation one time when he asked me, I blurted out a nasty “Maybe”.
I thought about my answer “maybe” and how I said it. He’d get the hint I was mad about the whole thing, or maybe wanting to do it to spite Paul because he was pissing me off. Our sex life was zero in pleasure or passion for me now. Paul then suggested would I have sex with a black well built man younger than me. I expressed to Paul it would not change a thing. Keeping it to myself, I would fuck anyone other than him. He loved my answer, and that propelled him on and he would ask me when I would go through with it. I continued saying “maybe” to where he became even more in a whining way, wanting me to know the answer even though I had not given a for sure answer. Out of sheer disgust one day from him asking. I had enough of him, telling him “Yes” I would. Saying” are you happy now?”. Paul, now with my answer, was smiling ear to ear, although I was not thrilled and how he behaved about it.
Paul already had a plan in his mind before I had said ever said “maybe”. When he told me his plan, I made it very clear right then and there, that if I did this it’s going to be by my rules. Telling Paul that it would be when and where I decided things would happen, and that I would have to agree to be with that person, letting him know he could not interfere at all. He said he understood, and asked how soon I would make it happen. Again making it clear right then and there that if I did this, I didn't want to hear any complaints from him or him trying to break my rules. Paul told me as long as he could watch, he would have no problem with my rules.
I stopped him right there, and told him,” I want you to think about you said, and what you're asking me to do”. “You think about it awhile and then give me your answer”. “I'm going to take a bath, so you take as much time as you need”. “You don't even have to give me an answer today, but think about it long and hard before you make your decision about me being with someone else. I was getting sick of Paul on this subject.
Taking my bath, it was heavy on my mind. I was uneasy about the whole thing, and after getting out, and drying off, I got ready for bed. As Paul and I lay there together for what must have been at least an hour. Thinking in my mind, how could I have given in to this? Not happy with Paul these days, because of what he wanted me to do. Knowing what kind of wife he wanted. I continued to think about the whole thing with Paul laying next to me on his side. His back to me, he was now jerking his cock. Thinking his wife would be asleep. He was talking to himself, and I could only make out a few words here and there as he played with his cock. His breathing was heavy, the nasty words he spoke, although I could not hear everything. I didn’t miss some key ones, when he said the words” fuck and slut wife”. He said the words of what I knew he wanted me to become. You bastard, I thought in my head. I lost something in myself for Paul that day. Love, and affection.
The next day after I had arrived home from work, and after taking a hot shower, while in the middle of drying my hair, is when Paul came to the door, and wanted to speak with me. I could not hear what he said, so turning off the hair dryer, saying to him” what did you want Paul?. I was still angry. Then is when he told me he thought about it, and wanted me to go ahead, and he would accept my rules, asking when he could arrange things. I said, “fine Paul, if that's what you want, give me a few minutes to think about it”, turning back on the dryer and finishing my hair.
Coming out of the bathroom, he was happy, eager to make it happen. I asked him “who do you have in mind for me”. Telling me about a friend of his at work, and when would I be interested in meeting him. “Saturday evening we could invite him over for dinner,” I said. Paul was salivating, saying “great, I will arrange it for Saturday”. I turned my back and walked away thinking, I’m doing something, never would I dare do before.
I was nervous as Saturday approached because, not knowing how I was going to react. It was almost 6 o'clock when John was supposed to arrive, but before he did. I repeated to Paul, “remember my rules”. Paul assured he fully understood the rules I laid down. Again I ask him one final time, “are you sure you want to do this, and are you sure you understand my rules”, and again he confirmed it. “Good” came from my lips. I was determined now to make the best of this situation for myself, and enjoy myself without concern for Paul.
Then John arrived. He was a nice-looking man, younger than me, about 30. Inviting him into our home, and sitting down, we had some small talk before we went over to the table to have dinner. It was then I felt something, when John told me how nice I looked and that I was prettier than he expected. That broke the ice in me and I was at ease with him already. During dinner, we had a delightful conversation over our meal together, and after we had finished, we returned to the living room and sat down.
It was on the couch, where John and I got close with Paul across from us, sitting in a chair. We all knew why we were there, but I was relaxed and ready because of how he made me feel from our conversation already. I glanced several times at his crotch and could see he had a hard on for me. This made me wet. I could feel my panties wet against my skin. Soon, John and I were touching mouth to mouth as he slowly slipped his hand between my legs as I parted them for him. Rubbing between them, touching my clit, I now was hot, his touch stirring me up. Soon we were kissing deeper. Oh god, I wanted this so much now. He worked me up so quickly. I was incredibly wet, and wanting him.
Then I placed my hand on the bulge of his pants. He looked at me saying” take it out”. My eyes widen as I stared at it, moving my hand over, and unbuttoned his pants as he laid back. Opening them, wasting no time, pulled his shorts back as his cock spang out and up. That cock was black and hard and I wanted it. I glanced at Paul while moving down on it with my mouth. That hard shaft now between my lips, as he placed his hands on my head and his cock slid into my mouth, his hips slightly thrusting that cock upward into me. Oh fuck, it was so good in my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hot, and wet before or wanting cock this bad.
As that black cock filled my mouth making my cheeks bulge, my eyes looked at Paul, and he was hard, that cock of his because of Johns grunts and his firmer grip on me him thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth now. I sucked and sucked, kissed the shaft, licked that beautiful black cock up and down. My pussy was so wet and wanting to be fucked. Then came a large grunt from him, and feeling his cum load as it exploded in my mouth though never did I stop sucking it all his load down my throat, every drop, and kept sucking, going until feeling him ease up on me, and then release my head. Then, taking that beautiful cock and squeezing the shaft upward. I milked it for the last few drops of cum. As cum pooled on his cock head, I licked it off while looking at Paul with like being a nasty whore. Then I kissed John deeply, with me putting my tongue in his mouth this time. It was a long kiss, and when we broke that kiss, I said to him, “let’s go fuck baby, while my small cock husband plays with himself”. Saying that out of spite, because I didn’t care if Paul liked it or not, because he’s just my cucked husband now. I wanted John inside of me so badly because of how Paul had made me feel towards him now. But my words didn’t seem to have the effect on Paul, I thought they would. Paul loved my words of humiliation about him. I thought in my mind of him” you little bitch”.
In the bedroom, standing next to the bed, we embraced and kissed again, and I enjoyed kissing very much. It was another long, passionate kiss. But now I wanted to show him what he was going to get tonight from me. Removing my clothes for him, as he watched, made to feel so sexy, having a man wanting me, lusting for my body. Knowing he was hard again for me.
Removing my top, and slipping off my bra, he now saw my breast, as I squeezed them for him and licked my nipples. Holding them out, showing him how large they were. Moving now to my skirt, and slipping out of it, dropping it to the floor wearing only my panties. They were wet, but to be honest, they were wet not long after he arrived. His compliments about me, kindled a small fire that was growing throughout the evening to a blaze as we sat on the couch.
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, and we kissed again. Only in my panties, I laid back across the bed, letting him know I wanted him. He began to remove my panties. Reaching under me as I lifted my ass, he slid them off my hips, down my legs, pulling them off, as I spread my legs wide for him. Letting him see my pussy for the first time, parting the lips for him, seeing how wet he had made me. Still holding my panties, he smelled of them, and smiled before dropping them to the floor. Were I said in a low, lustful voice,” oh yeah, baby, oh fuck yeah!"
John removed his clothes, and I got to look at that black cock again, which I had sucked on so good already, but now wanting him to fill me with it. He reached for a condom in his wallet. Tearing it open,” you don’t need that baby”, me saying to him. “I want it deep, and raw inside of me. Fill my pussy with you cum baby, give me your black seed”.
Then Paul chimed in,” hey I don’t want you getting pregnant”. “You said no interference and understood cuck!”. I spoke to Paul sharply. Paul backed off and said nothing else. Turning my attention back to John, “come here baby, I need your cock”. He looked at Paul and then back to me with a face, as if Paul was a joke, as just Paul remained silent. Crawling between my spread legs, his hard cock in his hand, he guided it to my pussy, sliding it between my lips of my pussy, as a deep moan came from me. He was deep inside of me. Slowly, he moved in and out as my breathing became faster, and moans came from me. His head right next to mine as we fucked, I cried “oh fuck yes baby, fuck me, fuck me, cum in his unfaithful wife". His young muscular body, had me so excited I could not keep from cumming quickly, and I wrapped my legs around him just before I had my orgasm. My eyes closed and my mouth opened, my loud moaning filling the room. “Oh, fuck baby” came from my mouth, as I came hard on his black cock, and knowing this was just the beginning.
John had not cum yet, opening my eyes, and kissing the side of his face as he keep fucking me. John had me hot and quickly building up to another orgasm, and I kept saying “oh fuck baby, oh fuck”. Then John told me “rollover on your knees”, ass in the air”. Wasting no time as he pulled his cock from my pussy, and grabbing a pillow, holding on to it placing it under me. He had me by the ass, feeling his cock thrust inside of me once again. He was fucking me harder now, making my cheeks shake. When, not since my first husband, I felt the slap of my cheek. It stung, and me not expecting it. Both John and Paul heard my loud cry of FUCK!. "Oh fuck yeah, slap me again" I told him. He did making my ass string and hot slapping me.
My head was down shaking side to side, feeling the sting of my ass, and whimpering as he now became more dominating over me. He then grabbed my hair, and pulled it hard. My head was back, mouth open, he was fucking me to pieces, slamming me. With head being back, I could see Paul. He had removed his clothes, and was stroking his cock to me his wife getting fucked. Raising my hand to him as he looked at me, and showing Paul my wedding ring on my finger, saying through the hard fucking I was taking, “this is what you wanted”, and breathing hard, “you are going to get more than you bargained for bitch”.” Oh yeah, fuck me like a whore from the streets!,” crying to John, I said. Paul began cumming immediately, shooting his load out on to the carpeted floor.
Now its was John's turn, grunting feverishly, and fucking my pussy so hard, fast abusing it, ready to explode. Then he started shooting it inside of me. Feeling the hot cum hitting the walls of my pussy, and no longer could I take it, my body began cumming with him. He pumped it in me hard, and quick several times as he came, until one last very hard pump, smacking my pussy feeling his balls hit me, giving me one last huge grunt.
I felt his cock slide out me as he pulled back. He laid back on the bed panting, me laying on my side also panting, looking at him wiping the sweat from his forehead, his cock still semi-firm covered with my juices and a white foaming around its base from our hard fuck. Fuck, I could feeling the cum flow out of me. Looking over Paul was gone, and we both didn’t move for several minutes. When I gathered my strength, getting up, laying down beside John, and kiss him again. I had never fucked that good in my life before even with my first husband.
As I lay next to him touching his chest, and seeing he must workout. We talked for a moment, then asking him if he would like something to drink. He asked for a beer, which I went to get for him, bringing it back, and water for myself, and saying “here you go baby, here’s your beer”. Chatting some more, each of us finding out more about the other. With the television now on, we watched for a little while until he and I both wanting to fuck again. As I lay next to him stroking his cock, it began getting hard, and grew to hard size. Placing my mouth on it, sucking him, tasting myself and him.
Then he said, “get up on it”. I rose, and positioned myself over his cock, my back to him, and took his cock, guiding it inside me, now moving myself up and down on it. Fucking myself with his cock as he held me by my tits. Doing this made me feel more alive now then ever, and as I rode his cock harder, faster, and bringing myself close to another orgasm, and he was squeezing my tits, I knew this new life was for me. While riding him, my eyes caught Paul again, watching me going up and down on that black cock. He was hard again, stroking, and he never took his eyes from that black cock going inside his white wife, with me saying to Paul, “this is what it’s like, getting fucked by a real man, bitch” and that made him stroke faster again, cumming on the carpet a second time. Then John took over from me ,and began thrusting up into me, causing me to let out quick short pants of pleasure. Soon I was cumming again" crying "oh shit", riding that cock. John’s turn came soon, as he grunted loud like he had done before, and feeling his cum again shoot up inside of me, as i slowly my riding, before sliding off his cock as more cum flowed out of me.
We both were tired, and needing some sleep, which is when I asked him to stay the night. He smiled and said” sure baby", with me saying “thank you baby”. As we both settled into bed to together, us snuggling, and turning off the light. It was after 9pm or so when we turned off the light, but we both needed a rest. At 1:30am we fucked again, then back to sleep. About 5am I awoke, and playing with his cock woke him up, to where we have sex twice more. It was after 6 am, when saying to John, “stay here baby, I’m going to make us breakfast”. He turned on the television while I went to the kitchen naked. Making him and myself a breakfast of eggs, and bacon, toast and jam on one plate together. I made nothing for Paul, fuck him. Bringing it into him on a tray, he thanked me, making me happy to make it for him, and serving him in bed, just just in a different way of serving (LOL) before getting in bed myself next to him. We shared the food together. Eating from the same fork. Me kissing him between some bites. "Damn baby, that was good breakfast he said when we finished. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I hope you are enjoying me more", I asked him. "Fuck you know I am baby", he said back to me. Me smiling.
After that breakfast, we talked more about getting together again, another time maybe in a few weeks, knowing my kids would stay with me soon. While we were talking, I played with his cock, and wanting him again, this time my mouth would take care of him as he grew hard. Taking it into my mouth, sucking that beautiful black cock which had made me cum so hard. He placed his hand on my head while sucking his cock. I wanted him to cum for me in my mouth again and swallow every drop. It was then that Paul stepped to the door in his robe while sucking that black cock, and as Paul looked on, his cock got hard. I sucked harder and gave John my all. Bringing him to the edge of cumming, sucking his cock to its base, kissing, and licking his shaft so Paul could see, that cucked bitch. Quickly he began to cum, breathing hard while I was licking and sucking on his shaft, and it spurted out, on my face, hair with me licking my lips, showing Paul how nasty his wife could be. When I looking back, Paul had left, with me knowing he was off jerking his cock again somewhere.
We had fucked a lot and were now in need of a shower. I went and turned the shower on, then returned, relaxed, and feeling wonderful because of my time with John. “Come on,” I said, putting out my hand to him. He took it, and leading him by the hand, he followed me into the shower stall as the water hit both of our bodies.
We kissed instantly as our bodies pressed against each other in that shower. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, and mine touch his. Reaching down, taking hold of his cock, stoking it for him, wanting him hard for me, because I wanted it, I needed it, wanting to do it again. In no time at all, his cock sprang back hard, and that hardness in my hand of that black cock had been satisfying me for hours now. Our kiss was a long kiss. As we broke our kiss I said,” oh god, this has been great, you being here". "I really have enjoyed you with me". He looked into my eyes, and cradled my face with both hands, and kissed my lips again. Thinking, oh fuck, as I breathed hard when that kiss touched me. I was ready for anything he wished from me, I would have divorced Paul if he would have asked me too.
He then began kissing my neck, and calling me baby. Melting in his arms, as he held me by my ass. Then whispering in my ear, “turn around baby”. Oh fuck, wanting it from him, and turning around quickly, placed my hands on the wall of the shower. His hands taking hold of me by the ass firmly as if my pussy belonged to him. His thumbs spreading me apart, feeling the water, run down the crack of my ass. The head of his cock touch me now, then that head push between my lips, going deep it went again into me, with me letting out a low deep moaning along with the words “oh fucking shit” became from my mouth. He had been making me feel so good. Since we began with our time on the couch, and was doing again. My pussy was now stretched open from all the fucking we did, from taking that black cock of his. That cock deep, time after time as he thrusted it into me, and grunted while he was fucking my pussy. I enjoy the pleasure of John grunting for me, showing my pussy satisfied him. John had cum many times since we were together, and this fuck was a long, and I took it from him until I was getting sore now. The hard pounding of my pussy as it became more sensitive. But not wanting anything to stop what was happening, saying to him” oh fuck yes!”, “r-a-p-e my fucking cunt”, “fuck me baby, as you would a nasty whore”.
This really excited him, and quickly he was fucking he harder, and grunting loud, slamming my pussy, deep thrust as he began cumming inside of me. “Oh fuck baby, shit” came from my mouth, as I began cumming with him, excited by his rough handing of me. His hips slapping my cheeks, filling the small bathroom with the sound of us fucking and my moaning.
When it was over, and removing his cock from my now sore pussy, I turned, kissed him again. Looking at him, and taking a bar of soap, lathering his cock, washing it, and him all over, serving him for taking care of me. Once he stepped out of the shower, now soaping myself, I rinsed off, and stepping out, dried myself, and combed my wet hair. John told me he had to go, with me saying” I wish you didn’t, but I understand”. “It’s been fun baby” and we can do it again sometime, I told him. “We can,” he said. Then he told me he had a girlfriend that he was seeing. “It’s ok baby, my invitation is still open to you”. That eased his mind, and smiling I said, “damn I wish you didn’t have to go yet”.
With my hair wet, I just put on my robe, didn’t tie it. It was open, my tits out and my pussy exposed. It was then I asked him if he would like to come over some weekend again, which he said, “sure” he really would like to, and I said “great, it's a date then”. When we came out of the bedroom, my arm was around his waist, now seeing Paul while showing John to the door. John told me he had a nice dinner, and that he enjoyed our time together. I thanked him, and looked at Paul, with a surprised look on my face, as if Paul, you need to thank him too. Paul got the message quickly, and thanked him for coming over. We were standing side by side, myself and John as Paul thanked him, as my hand rubbed on his John’s crotch. I couldn’t help myself at that moment, and said to him” if you didn’t have to go I’d drop to my knees and suck your cock right now in front of that bitch”.
He smiled at me, saying, “we’ll save that for the next date for your bitch to see. Opening our front door, not caring with anyone saw me, John walked out waving with me saying “goodbye” and closing the door. I looked at Paul with a hard stare and said, “did you get what you wanted, bitch”? he seemed subdued, but said, “Yes Mary, I did”. Now is the moment I thought about after my first fuck with John. Saying to Paul, as you heard, I invited him over again sometime”. “Because your cock never is going to touch this pussy again!”. “Well, I'm going to go back to bed. He wore me out,” saying that to Paul.
Turning my back and walking off, leaving him there. Going into the bedroom, and taking off my robe, looking at myself in the mirror. Thinking yes, it was fun, and I'm going to have a lot more.. Because I was free now, free to do as I wanted to do sexually, and thinking that I would make the most of it.
Laying down, my thoughts were about sex with John. Nothing filled my mind but that. My pussy was sore and stretched, but glad it was, after having one of the best times ever with a real man.
Paul’s a good man and my kids like him very much. We have been married for five years now. Years into our marriage, my husband Paul started questioning me after sex. Was I interested in other men, and would I ever be interested in having sex outside of our marriage? I was a little hurt because of Paul thoughts of me wanting me to be with another person after I gave my vow to be with him. I gave Paul a strong reply of “No” that day. He would not let it rest, and again he asked the same question again, and again when we had sex. I must admit, it caused our sex life to drop off to where it was less than a dozen times a year where I ended up masturbating more. Asking me again after I have already given him a no made me irritated with him. Out of that state of irritation one time when he asked me, I blurted out a nasty “Maybe”.
I thought about my answer “maybe” and how I said it. He’d get the hint I was mad about the whole thing, or maybe wanting to do it to spite Paul because he was pissing me off. Our sex life was zero in pleasure or passion for me now. Paul then suggested would I have sex with a black well built man younger than me. I expressed to Paul it would not change a thing. Keeping it to myself, I would fuck anyone other than him. He loved my answer, and that propelled him on and he would ask me when I would go through with it. I continued saying “maybe” to where he became even more in a whining way, wanting me to know the answer even though I had not given a for sure answer. Out of sheer disgust one day from him asking. I had enough of him, telling him “Yes” I would. Saying” are you happy now?”. Paul, now with my answer, was smiling ear to ear, although I was not thrilled and how he behaved about it.
Paul already had a plan in his mind before I had said ever said “maybe”. When he told me his plan, I made it very clear right then and there, that if I did this it’s going to be by my rules. Telling Paul that it would be when and where I decided things would happen, and that I would have to agree to be with that person, letting him know he could not interfere at all. He said he understood, and asked how soon I would make it happen. Again making it clear right then and there that if I did this, I didn't want to hear any complaints from him or him trying to break my rules. Paul told me as long as he could watch, he would have no problem with my rules.
I stopped him right there, and told him,” I want you to think about you said, and what you're asking me to do”. “You think about it awhile and then give me your answer”. “I'm going to take a bath, so you take as much time as you need”. “You don't even have to give me an answer today, but think about it long and hard before you make your decision about me being with someone else. I was getting sick of Paul on this subject.
Taking my bath, it was heavy on my mind. I was uneasy about the whole thing, and after getting out, and drying off, I got ready for bed. As Paul and I lay there together for what must have been at least an hour. Thinking in my mind, how could I have given in to this? Not happy with Paul these days, because of what he wanted me to do. Knowing what kind of wife he wanted. I continued to think about the whole thing with Paul laying next to me on his side. His back to me, he was now jerking his cock. Thinking his wife would be asleep. He was talking to himself, and I could only make out a few words here and there as he played with his cock. His breathing was heavy, the nasty words he spoke, although I could not hear everything. I didn’t miss some key ones, when he said the words” fuck and slut wife”. He said the words of what I knew he wanted me to become. You bastard, I thought in my head. I lost something in myself for Paul that day. Love, and affection.
The next day after I had arrived home from work, and after taking a hot shower, while in the middle of drying my hair, is when Paul came to the door, and wanted to speak with me. I could not hear what he said, so turning off the hair dryer, saying to him” what did you want Paul?. I was still angry. Then is when he told me he thought about it, and wanted me to go ahead, and he would accept my rules, asking when he could arrange things. I said, “fine Paul, if that's what you want, give me a few minutes to think about it”, turning back on the dryer and finishing my hair.
Coming out of the bathroom, he was happy, eager to make it happen. I asked him “who do you have in mind for me”. Telling me about a friend of his at work, and when would I be interested in meeting him. “Saturday evening we could invite him over for dinner,” I said. Paul was salivating, saying “great, I will arrange it for Saturday”. I turned my back and walked away thinking, I’m doing something, never would I dare do before.
I was nervous as Saturday approached because, not knowing how I was going to react. It was almost 6 o'clock when John was supposed to arrive, but before he did. I repeated to Paul, “remember my rules”. Paul assured he fully understood the rules I laid down. Again I ask him one final time, “are you sure you want to do this, and are you sure you understand my rules”, and again he confirmed it. “Good” came from my lips. I was determined now to make the best of this situation for myself, and enjoy myself without concern for Paul.
Then John arrived. He was a nice-looking man, younger than me, about 30. Inviting him into our home, and sitting down, we had some small talk before we went over to the table to have dinner. It was then I felt something, when John told me how nice I looked and that I was prettier than he expected. That broke the ice in me and I was at ease with him already. During dinner, we had a delightful conversation over our meal together, and after we had finished, we returned to the living room and sat down.
It was on the couch, where John and I got close with Paul across from us, sitting in a chair. We all knew why we were there, but I was relaxed and ready because of how he made me feel from our conversation already. I glanced several times at his crotch and could see he had a hard on for me. This made me wet. I could feel my panties wet against my skin. Soon, John and I were touching mouth to mouth as he slowly slipped his hand between my legs as I parted them for him. Rubbing between them, touching my clit, I now was hot, his touch stirring me up. Soon we were kissing deeper. Oh god, I wanted this so much now. He worked me up so quickly. I was incredibly wet, and wanting him.
Then I placed my hand on the bulge of his pants. He looked at me saying” take it out”. My eyes widen as I stared at it, moving my hand over, and unbuttoned his pants as he laid back. Opening them, wasting no time, pulled his shorts back as his cock spang out and up. That cock was black and hard and I wanted it. I glanced at Paul while moving down on it with my mouth. That hard shaft now between my lips, as he placed his hands on my head and his cock slid into my mouth, his hips slightly thrusting that cock upward into me. Oh fuck, it was so good in my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hot, and wet before or wanting cock this bad.
As that black cock filled my mouth making my cheeks bulge, my eyes looked at Paul, and he was hard, that cock of his because of Johns grunts and his firmer grip on me him thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth now. I sucked and sucked, kissed the shaft, licked that beautiful black cock up and down. My pussy was so wet and wanting to be fucked. Then came a large grunt from him, and feeling his cum load as it exploded in my mouth though never did I stop sucking it all his load down my throat, every drop, and kept sucking, going until feeling him ease up on me, and then release my head. Then, taking that beautiful cock and squeezing the shaft upward. I milked it for the last few drops of cum. As cum pooled on his cock head, I licked it off while looking at Paul with like being a nasty whore. Then I kissed John deeply, with me putting my tongue in his mouth this time. It was a long kiss, and when we broke that kiss, I said to him, “let’s go fuck baby, while my small cock husband plays with himself”. Saying that out of spite, because I didn’t care if Paul liked it or not, because he’s just my cucked husband now. I wanted John inside of me so badly because of how Paul had made me feel towards him now. But my words didn’t seem to have the effect on Paul, I thought they would. Paul loved my words of humiliation about him. I thought in my mind of him” you little bitch”.
In the bedroom, standing next to the bed, we embraced and kissed again, and I enjoyed kissing very much. It was another long, passionate kiss. But now I wanted to show him what he was going to get tonight from me. Removing my clothes for him, as he watched, made to feel so sexy, having a man wanting me, lusting for my body. Knowing he was hard again for me.
Removing my top, and slipping off my bra, he now saw my breast, as I squeezed them for him and licked my nipples. Holding them out, showing him how large they were. Moving now to my skirt, and slipping out of it, dropping it to the floor wearing only my panties. They were wet, but to be honest, they were wet not long after he arrived. His compliments about me, kindled a small fire that was growing throughout the evening to a blaze as we sat on the couch.
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, and we kissed again. Only in my panties, I laid back across the bed, letting him know I wanted him. He began to remove my panties. Reaching under me as I lifted my ass, he slid them off my hips, down my legs, pulling them off, as I spread my legs wide for him. Letting him see my pussy for the first time, parting the lips for him, seeing how wet he had made me. Still holding my panties, he smelled of them, and smiled before dropping them to the floor. Were I said in a low, lustful voice,” oh yeah, baby, oh fuck yeah!"
John removed his clothes, and I got to look at that black cock again, which I had sucked on so good already, but now wanting him to fill me with it. He reached for a condom in his wallet. Tearing it open,” you don’t need that baby”, me saying to him. “I want it deep, and raw inside of me. Fill my pussy with you cum baby, give me your black seed”.
Then Paul chimed in,” hey I don’t want you getting pregnant”. “You said no interference and understood cuck!”. I spoke to Paul sharply. Paul backed off and said nothing else. Turning my attention back to John, “come here baby, I need your cock”. He looked at Paul and then back to me with a face, as if Paul was a joke, as just Paul remained silent. Crawling between my spread legs, his hard cock in his hand, he guided it to my pussy, sliding it between my lips of my pussy, as a deep moan came from me. He was deep inside of me. Slowly, he moved in and out as my breathing became faster, and moans came from me. His head right next to mine as we fucked, I cried “oh fuck yes baby, fuck me, fuck me, cum in his unfaithful wife". His young muscular body, had me so excited I could not keep from cumming quickly, and I wrapped my legs around him just before I had my orgasm. My eyes closed and my mouth opened, my loud moaning filling the room. “Oh, fuck baby” came from my mouth, as I came hard on his black cock, and knowing this was just the beginning.
John had not cum yet, opening my eyes, and kissing the side of his face as he keep fucking me. John had me hot and quickly building up to another orgasm, and I kept saying “oh fuck baby, oh fuck”. Then John told me “rollover on your knees”, ass in the air”. Wasting no time as he pulled his cock from my pussy, and grabbing a pillow, holding on to it placing it under me. He had me by the ass, feeling his cock thrust inside of me once again. He was fucking me harder now, making my cheeks shake. When, not since my first husband, I felt the slap of my cheek. It stung, and me not expecting it. Both John and Paul heard my loud cry of FUCK!. "Oh fuck yeah, slap me again" I told him. He did making my ass string and hot slapping me.
My head was down shaking side to side, feeling the sting of my ass, and whimpering as he now became more dominating over me. He then grabbed my hair, and pulled it hard. My head was back, mouth open, he was fucking me to pieces, slamming me. With head being back, I could see Paul. He had removed his clothes, and was stroking his cock to me his wife getting fucked. Raising my hand to him as he looked at me, and showing Paul my wedding ring on my finger, saying through the hard fucking I was taking, “this is what you wanted”, and breathing hard, “you are going to get more than you bargained for bitch”.” Oh yeah, fuck me like a whore from the streets!,” crying to John, I said. Paul began cumming immediately, shooting his load out on to the carpeted floor.
Now its was John's turn, grunting feverishly, and fucking my pussy so hard, fast abusing it, ready to explode. Then he started shooting it inside of me. Feeling the hot cum hitting the walls of my pussy, and no longer could I take it, my body began cumming with him. He pumped it in me hard, and quick several times as he came, until one last very hard pump, smacking my pussy feeling his balls hit me, giving me one last huge grunt.
I felt his cock slide out me as he pulled back. He laid back on the bed panting, me laying on my side also panting, looking at him wiping the sweat from his forehead, his cock still semi-firm covered with my juices and a white foaming around its base from our hard fuck. Fuck, I could feeling the cum flow out of me. Looking over Paul was gone, and we both didn’t move for several minutes. When I gathered my strength, getting up, laying down beside John, and kiss him again. I had never fucked that good in my life before even with my first husband.
As I lay next to him touching his chest, and seeing he must workout. We talked for a moment, then asking him if he would like something to drink. He asked for a beer, which I went to get for him, bringing it back, and water for myself, and saying “here you go baby, here’s your beer”. Chatting some more, each of us finding out more about the other. With the television now on, we watched for a little while until he and I both wanting to fuck again. As I lay next to him stroking his cock, it began getting hard, and grew to hard size. Placing my mouth on it, sucking him, tasting myself and him.
Then he said, “get up on it”. I rose, and positioned myself over his cock, my back to him, and took his cock, guiding it inside me, now moving myself up and down on it. Fucking myself with his cock as he held me by my tits. Doing this made me feel more alive now then ever, and as I rode his cock harder, faster, and bringing myself close to another orgasm, and he was squeezing my tits, I knew this new life was for me. While riding him, my eyes caught Paul again, watching me going up and down on that black cock. He was hard again, stroking, and he never took his eyes from that black cock going inside his white wife, with me saying to Paul, “this is what it’s like, getting fucked by a real man, bitch” and that made him stroke faster again, cumming on the carpet a second time. Then John took over from me ,and began thrusting up into me, causing me to let out quick short pants of pleasure. Soon I was cumming again" crying "oh shit", riding that cock. John’s turn came soon, as he grunted loud like he had done before, and feeling his cum again shoot up inside of me, as i slowly my riding, before sliding off his cock as more cum flowed out of me.
We both were tired, and needing some sleep, which is when I asked him to stay the night. He smiled and said” sure baby", with me saying “thank you baby”. As we both settled into bed to together, us snuggling, and turning off the light. It was after 9pm or so when we turned off the light, but we both needed a rest. At 1:30am we fucked again, then back to sleep. About 5am I awoke, and playing with his cock woke him up, to where we have sex twice more. It was after 6 am, when saying to John, “stay here baby, I’m going to make us breakfast”. He turned on the television while I went to the kitchen naked. Making him and myself a breakfast of eggs, and bacon, toast and jam on one plate together. I made nothing for Paul, fuck him. Bringing it into him on a tray, he thanked me, making me happy to make it for him, and serving him in bed, just just in a different way of serving (LOL) before getting in bed myself next to him. We shared the food together. Eating from the same fork. Me kissing him between some bites. "Damn baby, that was good breakfast he said when we finished. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I hope you are enjoying me more", I asked him. "Fuck you know I am baby", he said back to me. Me smiling.
After that breakfast, we talked more about getting together again, another time maybe in a few weeks, knowing my kids would stay with me soon. While we were talking, I played with his cock, and wanting him again, this time my mouth would take care of him as he grew hard. Taking it into my mouth, sucking that beautiful black cock which had made me cum so hard. He placed his hand on my head while sucking his cock. I wanted him to cum for me in my mouth again and swallow every drop. It was then that Paul stepped to the door in his robe while sucking that black cock, and as Paul looked on, his cock got hard. I sucked harder and gave John my all. Bringing him to the edge of cumming, sucking his cock to its base, kissing, and licking his shaft so Paul could see, that cucked bitch. Quickly he began to cum, breathing hard while I was licking and sucking on his shaft, and it spurted out, on my face, hair with me licking my lips, showing Paul how nasty his wife could be. When I looking back, Paul had left, with me knowing he was off jerking his cock again somewhere.
We had fucked a lot and were now in need of a shower. I went and turned the shower on, then returned, relaxed, and feeling wonderful because of my time with John. “Come on,” I said, putting out my hand to him. He took it, and leading him by the hand, he followed me into the shower stall as the water hit both of our bodies.
We kissed instantly as our bodies pressed against each other in that shower. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, and mine touch his. Reaching down, taking hold of his cock, stoking it for him, wanting him hard for me, because I wanted it, I needed it, wanting to do it again. In no time at all, his cock sprang back hard, and that hardness in my hand of that black cock had been satisfying me for hours now. Our kiss was a long kiss. As we broke our kiss I said,” oh god, this has been great, you being here". "I really have enjoyed you with me". He looked into my eyes, and cradled my face with both hands, and kissed my lips again. Thinking, oh fuck, as I breathed hard when that kiss touched me. I was ready for anything he wished from me, I would have divorced Paul if he would have asked me too.
He then began kissing my neck, and calling me baby. Melting in his arms, as he held me by my ass. Then whispering in my ear, “turn around baby”. Oh fuck, wanting it from him, and turning around quickly, placed my hands on the wall of the shower. His hands taking hold of me by the ass firmly as if my pussy belonged to him. His thumbs spreading me apart, feeling the water, run down the crack of my ass. The head of his cock touch me now, then that head push between my lips, going deep it went again into me, with me letting out a low deep moaning along with the words “oh fucking shit” became from my mouth. He had been making me feel so good. Since we began with our time on the couch, and was doing again. My pussy was now stretched open from all the fucking we did, from taking that black cock of his. That cock deep, time after time as he thrusted it into me, and grunted while he was fucking my pussy. I enjoy the pleasure of John grunting for me, showing my pussy satisfied him. John had cum many times since we were together, and this fuck was a long, and I took it from him until I was getting sore now. The hard pounding of my pussy as it became more sensitive. But not wanting anything to stop what was happening, saying to him” oh fuck yes!”, “r-a-p-e my fucking cunt”, “fuck me baby, as you would a nasty whore”.
This really excited him, and quickly he was fucking he harder, and grunting loud, slamming my pussy, deep thrust as he began cumming inside of me. “Oh fuck baby, shit” came from my mouth, as I began cumming with him, excited by his rough handing of me. His hips slapping my cheeks, filling the small bathroom with the sound of us fucking and my moaning.
When it was over, and removing his cock from my now sore pussy, I turned, kissed him again. Looking at him, and taking a bar of soap, lathering his cock, washing it, and him all over, serving him for taking care of me. Once he stepped out of the shower, now soaping myself, I rinsed off, and stepping out, dried myself, and combed my wet hair. John told me he had to go, with me saying” I wish you didn’t, but I understand”. “It’s been fun baby” and we can do it again sometime, I told him. “We can,” he said. Then he told me he had a girlfriend that he was seeing. “It’s ok baby, my invitation is still open to you”. That eased his mind, and smiling I said, “damn I wish you didn’t have to go yet”.
With my hair wet, I just put on my robe, didn’t tie it. It was open, my tits out and my pussy exposed. It was then I asked him if he would like to come over some weekend again, which he said, “sure” he really would like to, and I said “great, it's a date then”. When we came out of the bedroom, my arm was around his waist, now seeing Paul while showing John to the door. John told me he had a nice dinner, and that he enjoyed our time together. I thanked him, and looked at Paul, with a surprised look on my face, as if Paul, you need to thank him too. Paul got the message quickly, and thanked him for coming over. We were standing side by side, myself and John as Paul thanked him, as my hand rubbed on his John’s crotch. I couldn’t help myself at that moment, and said to him” if you didn’t have to go I’d drop to my knees and suck your cock right now in front of that bitch”.
He smiled at me, saying, “we’ll save that for the next date for your bitch to see. Opening our front door, not caring with anyone saw me, John walked out waving with me saying “goodbye” and closing the door. I looked at Paul with a hard stare and said, “did you get what you wanted, bitch”? he seemed subdued, but said, “Yes Mary, I did”. Now is the moment I thought about after my first fuck with John. Saying to Paul, as you heard, I invited him over again sometime”. “Because your cock never is going to touch this pussy again!”. “Well, I'm going to go back to bed. He wore me out,” saying that to Paul.
Turning my back and walking off, leaving him there. Going into the bedroom, and taking off my robe, looking at myself in the mirror. Thinking yes, it was fun, and I'm going to have a lot more.. Because I was free now, free to do as I wanted to do sexually, and thinking that I would make the most of it.
Laying down, my thoughts were about sex with John. Nothing filled my mind but that. My pussy was sore and stretched, but glad it was, after having one of the best times ever with a real man.
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