6 comments/ 14044 views/ 9 favorites Taken Wife Pt. 01 By: cuckoldwishes It was my fault really. I let it happen. I wanted it to happen. I just never knew. My name is Jackie and I am 25, married for 3 years to a wonderful, sweet and kind man. His name is Stephen. We have a great relationship, he's my best friend and my soulmate. Recently we have been talking about starting a family. I've always wanted a family. My storybook life was about to be complete. What more could a girl ask for. Then I met Dylan. Dylan is a 30 year old African American man who works in the law firm I work for. He is in charge of the human resources department. I guess technically you could say he's my boss but in reality I never see him at work. Actually I didn't even meet him at work. I met him in a club when I was out with some girlfriends. We were dancing and having a good time but there were a couple of college kids who kept hitting on us. They kept following us around on the dance floor and trying to force us to dance. It was super annoying. So annoying in fact that we were about to call it a night and head home. That's when Dylan came to the rescue. He had apparently been keeping an eye out and knew what was happening. When one of the kids rubbed his crotch against my back side, Dylan showed up out of nowhere and shoved him hard. The kid fell backwards and sprawled out on the floor. Dylan suggested that he and his friends leave. The kid looked like he wanted to fight but I think Dylan's 6'5 stature and bulging muscles made him think twice. The stupid kids left us alone after that. We were all very grateful. After that we asked him to join us. We owed him after all. We all continued to dance and drink. Each of the girls would take turns dancing with Dylan. Some of my friends were acting like total sluts around him. I could tell they were thirsty. I kept my distance. I knew it was inappropriate for me to be dancing with another man. I was married after all. Stephen would not approve. Eventually he did came to me and ask for a dance. "Please, dance with me." He said. His voice was stern. His words said please but his tone said now. I knew I should say no. My brain was screaming at me. "TELL HIM YOU'RE MARRIED!" and I tried to but somehow my lips just wouldn't form the words. I just nodded my head. He took my hand and lead me out on the floor a little bit away from the rest of the group. It's easy to forget how big he is until he's standing right beside you. I have always been a tiny girl, thin and short. Dylan made me feel very small. I was intimidated by him. He place his hands on my hips. I could feel the weight of them. His giant hands could nearly reach all the way around my waist. I tried to keep a good distance between us. I didn't want any unnecessary touching. But Dylan pulled me back towards him and held me against his body. Again, I was powerless to stop him. I started to move my hips with the beat. I let him control the pace. Control seemed to be what he wanted and he was very good at it. Eventually he started exploring my body with his hands. He turned me to face him and his hands sank to my ass. I shuttered. My mind was screaming, "YOU'RE MARRIED! STOP NOW! PULL AWAY FROM HIM!" My body, however, was sending different signals. I could not pull away. If anything I was being pulled in closer and closer. I couldn't resist. I lost track of time and our dance ended abruptly. Dylan let go of me, said thank you and walked away. It was so easy for him to walk away from me. How was it impossible for me to walk away from him? We all continued dancing for an hour or so and then we headed for the exit. Sever of the girls road together. I had come with another girl and I had planned on leaving with her. We headed to her car but someone grabbed my arm before we made it. It was Dylan. "Let, me take you home," He said. My head screamed at me again. I looked at my friend. Her eyes were fiery. It looked like she wanted to be the one to take him home. She nodded at me. I walked away with him. A million things went through my head as we walked. I don't know this guy. He could murder me. It's dark, no one would know. I MARRIED. Strange men should not be picking me up in the bar. But despite all this internal dialog, I still left with him. He opened the car door for me and helped me inside. We pulled out of the parking lot. My friends watched as we drove off. I could feel their jealousy. Dylan placed his hand on my thigh. It sent shivers down my spine. He started to talk. His voice was deep and smooth. It mesmerized me. "I've really enjoyed our time together tonight." He said. "Me to," I responded. My voice barely above a whisper. "I have a dinner I have to go to tomorrow night. I would like you to go with me." Dylan's voice was stern. "I, .. uh ..." I stammered. Now I had to tell him no. But it was so hard. I struggled. "I can't," I finally managed to say. "I'm married". "I know you're married and I don't care. I have a dinner tomorrow and I would like you to be my date, Please". He said please again but again it sounded more like a demand than a request. Dylan squeezed my thigh gently. My heart raced in my chest. I became acutely aware of my breathing. I knew I had to say no. "I sorry I can't" I said in my head. But out loud I said nothing. I looked at him. He was looking at me. His dark brown eyes were piercing. I simply nodded. "Good," he said. "I will pick you up at 6. Make sure you wear something appropriate. This is a semi formal event so you will need to be a little more dressed up than you are now. But there will be dancing so make sure you pick something you can move in. Also, these things usually go late into the night so make sure you are prepared to be out all night." "What will I tell my husband?" I asked. "I don't care. Lie to him if you want, or tell him the truth. Just be ready by 6." Dylan pulled up to my curb. He got out and walked around to open my door. My heart didn't know what to think. I wished he had stayed in the car. How would I explain this tall dark man dropping me off? What will the neighbors think. But on the other hand he was so bold. To drop me off, in front of everyone, at my house. He didn't try to hide or sneak around or anything. It was exhilarating. My heart raced and my hands trembled. Dylan took my hand and helped me out of the car. I looked up at him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "I really did enjoy our time together," he said again. "Me too," I conceded. It took every ounce of strength I had to walk away from him. The only reason I was able to was because he didn't stop me. If he had asked, I would have probably gotten back into his car and gone wherever he wanted me to. But instead I found myself at my front door. I turned the key in the lock slowly, trying to wake up my husband. Luckily he was sound asleep. I slipped into the bathroom and poured myself a bath. The water engulfed my body and I finally started to think clearly again. My mind ran wild. "You are stupid," it told me. "Why couldn't you just say no. You can't go with him tomorrow. Blow him off." That sounded to me like the best thing to do. I wouldn't tell my husband anything and I just wouldn't go tomorrow. Yes, perfect, but... my mind began to drift. I thought about how he had stood up for us at the bar. I thought about how he shoved that guy so hard he fell. I thought about our dance. His strong hands guiding me, his huge muscles and dark voice. I thought about him opening the car door for me, that was a turn on. And how he was so aggressive in his actions. Almost like he was daring somebody to have a problem with what he was doing. I thought about his piercing eyes. I could feel myself growing wet. Guilt filled my stomach but I quickly pushed it away. "There's no harm in thinking about it, right? It's not like I'm ever going to see him again. A girl can have fantasies. There's nothing wrong with that." I had convinced myself. My hand sunk under the water and between my legs. I started to rub myself. In my head, an alternate ending to the night played out. I freed my mind. Back at the club we danced. But for longer than just the brief moment that we shared earlier. This time we danced in earnest. I didn't try to fight him, I didn't shy away from him. He intimidated me but I liked it. My friends didn't exist. It was just me and him. He pulled me close. I felt small against his massive frame. It made me feel protected and safe. No one could touch me while I was with him. But it also scared me. No one could save me from him. He could have his way with me. He explored my body, his hands reach for my ass. But this time he reached under my skirt and I felt his hot skin against my bare ass. I could feel him growing against my abdomen. How big would he be? 6 inches? 7 inches? How thick? I tried to imagine how it might look. Dylan turned me around. Now his hard cock was against my ass. I massaged him with my body. His hands explored my front now. He touched my stomach and ran his hands down my shoulders. He grabs my breast. I arch my back to him. His other hand pushes the hair out of my face. He pulls my head back to his. He kisses me. I feel his tongue on my lips. I open my lips and let him inside. The scene changes. We are in my house. In my bed room. My husband is... asleep, or gone ...or unable to stop this for some reason. It's just me and Dylan and no one who can save me from him. I don't know that I want to be saved. I'm on my knees. I'm naked. Dylan is in front of me. He takes his clothes off and reveals his ripped body to me. I rub my hands down his abs. His cock is in front of me now. He instructs me to take it in my hands. I do. I can't tell him no. He is in control. I stroke him with two hands. One isn't enough. Then he tells me to suck him. I place the head of his dick in my mouth and look at him. He looks back at me with his dark eyes. His hand goes to the back of my head and he forces me down on his cock. I try to keep eye contact with him. His dick swells in my mouth as he fucks my face. I let him use my mouth. He owns it now. He tells me to get on the bed. I do as I'm told. I get on my hands and knees, place my head to the mattress and expose my rear end for him to mount. I feel him move in behind me. He rubs his massive dick against my hot welcoming pussy. "Wait," I say. "What will I tell my husband?" He pauses for a second. My ass reaches for him in anticipation. "I don't care what you tell him." He says. "tell him the truth if you want." Then he pushes inside of me. He pushes deeper, deeper than any man before, deeper than I ever imagined possible. I am filled like I have never been and may never be again. I moan loudly as he uses me. The room is filled with the sounds of my voice and his balls slapping my ass from behind. I cum, over and over again. All I want in this moment is to please him. To be his. I want him to enjoy me. It's at that moment I realize, he isn't wearing a condom. I am overcome by a strong urge to have his cum deep inside my fertile pussy. I want to be oozing with the evidence of our love making. I push back against him and look him in the eyes as pounds me. "Please," I say in a weak voice, begging him. He understands what I want. His balls tighten and his dick stiffens and I feel it. One more thrust, deep inside me and he holds it. He empties his balls against my cervix. I am probably pregnant now. Just what my husband and I wanted. Back in the real word I relaxed in the bath tub. My head was dizzy and my body was numb. The orgasm I had just given myself was the best one I had had in years. Maybe even ever. But that was all fantasy. Tomorrow life would go back to normal. I would forget about Dylan and move on. Taken Wife Pt. 02 I didn't sleep much that night. My mind raced at a hundred miles an hour. I was eaten with guilt. The fantasy I had just had was been just a little too real, the orgasm, too intense. I fought with myself. My husband was mostly perfect. I shouldn't want more. It was selfish. And really, I didn't want more. I steeled myself. I was going to stay at home with my husband tonight and let all of this pass. But as I lied awake in bed my mind drifted and I began to imagine scenarios that might develop if I did decide to go. It was fun to hang out with him. And he didn't really put any moves on me either. Except for briefly touching me while we danced but did that really mean anything. Maybe he really just liked my company and thought it would be nice to have a friend at this dinner, or whatever it was. I became less and less positive about my decision. I started to talk myself into going with him. I told myself things like "It's not like i'm going to fuck him, it's just innocent fun." and Stephen won't find out. I'll just tell him I'm out with the girls again." Another thought occurred to me, even if I really didn't want to go, how could I tell Dylan "No,"? I clearly couldn't last night. I pictured his eyes, boring into my soul. Somehow those eyes robbed me of the ability to think for myself. I would have done anything he wanted me to. Eventually I fell into a troubled sleep. The next day passed slowly. I was nervous with anticipation. I mentioned to Stephen that I might be going out again. He didn't mind. "That's fine," he said. "I will probably go to bed early tonight anyways. I have to be up early in the morning," What a great guy. Around 3 o'clock I started getting ready to leave. It was way too early but I had to do something to pass the time. I couldn't believe how anxious I was about this. Anxious. Was that the right word? or was it more excitement. Either way. I looked through my closet trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Something sexy, but sophisticated. Something I could move in and wear for a while. Something that showed enough skin to make him notice me, but not so much that he thought I was a slut. Was I a slut? I was going out with a man behind my husbands back after all. I pushed that thought aside. I selected a tight black dress with a modest neckline. It was short though and showed off my legs. I turned to look for a pair of heels. Black probably, to match the dress I had selected, a good size heel, something sexy but something I could stand on for a long time and dance in. I picked my favorite clubbing heels. I looked at my underwear drawer. Dirty thoughts went through my mind. There was something weird about selecting underwear to wear out with another man. On the one hand, I wasn't planning on fucking him, so what did it matter? I was just going as friends right? On the other hand... what if? I picked out a few sets and tried them on. Which one makes my ass look best. Bra supports my breasts best. Which one make my breast look bigger. I don't know why I put so much effort into this selection. Maybe the memories of my last orgasm were still in my mind. I picked out a pink thong and a matching Victoria Secret pushup bra. I decided that even though no one would see, it couldn't hurt to feel sexy, right? I started on my makeup and hair at about 4. I put meticulous detail into my appearance. Much more than last night. Much more than I had in years. Maybe since my wedding. It felt good to feel pretty. I was completely dressed by 5:15. Now it was time to cover my tracks. I pulled out my phone and searched for my best girlfriend, Alex. She was the only one of my friends who was married. We had been friends since high school and she knew everything about me.My hands shook as I sent her the text. "Hey, do me a favor. If Stephen asks, I'm with you tonight," She text me back immediately, "Where will you actually be," I considered lying, "Don't make me say it." I said. "Jackie you can't keep secrets from me..." She was right. "I'm going to a dinner thing with that guy from the club last night, Dylan." "OMG no way, get it gurl!" she said. I smiled when I saw her text. "It's not like that," I said. "Just friends." "Whatever girl," She said. "Have fun. I've got your back boo." 5:30. The clock was my worst enemy. I walked into the living room. Stephen was there reading. He looked at me and his eyes went wild. "Wow!" he said. "You look amazing!" I thanked him and hugged him. I hoped he wouldn't notice how nervous I was. What a great guy. 5:50. A black car pulled into my driveway. I went outside right away. Dylan got out of the car and walked around to me. He hugged me and opened the door. "Holy crap" I thought. "It's the middle of the day, my husband is home. Did he see?" I didn't look back. I let Dylan help me into the car and we pulled away. No angry texts on my phone. He must not have seen. close call. "You look gorgeous tonight," Dylan told me. He moved his hand to my thing and rested it there. Was it just me or did his hand seem to be higher on my thigh now than it was last night. No, I was probably just nervous. "Thank you," I responded. My voice was gone again. I felt so small next to him. I tried sit comfortably but I was so nervous I couldn't figure out what to do with myself. I fidgeted and moved and played with my fingers. Im sure I looked like a nervous child. Dylan was stoic. Solid and confident. Eventually I placed my hands on his hand. His hand was huge compared to mine. I wrapped my fingers under the edge of his palm. Somehow holding his hand made me feel more at ease. The drive wasn't to long. Eventually we pulled into a hotel parking lot. Valet drivers welcomed us at the entrance. It was very fancy. Dylan told them which party we were with and they let us pass. "We will be in the ballroom most of the night" Dylan explained. We have dinner in there at 6:30. After that there will be a small presentation and some awards given out. Once that's over we can head to the hotel's club. We have the place rented for the night." I followed Dylan too the ball rooms. there were dozens of people there. Before we walked in Dylan turned to me. "Give me your rings" he said. I looked at him, very confused. "I don't want people to know that you're married." He explained. "They might ask, awkward question." He paused and then added, "Please." That word again. As if her were actually asking me to do something and not ordering me to do it. I fingered the band on my wedding and engagement rings. Hesitantly I removed them and placed them in his outstretched hand. I watched them disappear into his coat pocket. My hand felt strangely empty without the rings, free even. It was an odd feeling, but not a bad one. "Thank you," He told me. Once inside the ballroom, we were shown to our seats by a young hostess. I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes lingered on Dylan. I felt a moment of rage and jealousy and then chided myself. What was I doing? I was a married woman after all. We were seated next to an old couple who looked oddly familiar to me. We talked to the for a while dinner was being served. It was during this conversation that I realized where I was. This was an annual dinner that happened every year at MY law firm. And the old couple were the owners of the company MR and MRS Rumel! There were pictures of them in the entrance of my office. I suddenly felt out of place. I had heard stories from this thing. All the executives got together each year and had a party. Sometimes things got very unruly. Rumors spread around the office about which husband cheated and which female executives turned out to be sluts. One year they had brought in strippers for Mr. Rumel's 60th birthday. Rumor has it that his wife had enjoyed them more than he did. I think Dylan could sense my apprehension. "What's wrong," He asked. "What do you do for a living? I asked him "I am the head of recruitment and human resources for a law firm. Why do you ask?" I stared at him blankly. "What's wrong?" he asked again. "Dylan," I said "This is the law firm I work for. I think I work for you." Dylan seemed amused by this. "Oh,' He said simply. His hand went under the table and rested on my thigh. "This must be his thing," I thought. Somehow it did make me feel better. Dinner was good. I didn't eat much. It was hard to concentrate. There were lively conversations all around me but to me it was all just noise. I didn't talk much. I felt Mrs. Rumel's hand on my arm. "So, when are you two tieing the knot?" she asked. I stammered. "Well, I uh .... um.." "We've just started dating," Dylan saved me. "Oh," Mrs. Rumel said. "Well you two make a beautiful couple." I blushed. Dylan thanked her. He was always so collected. I felt like a mess compared to him. Dinner ended and the ceremony began. It was pretty bland. I heard several important names that I recognized from emails and announcements but they didn't mean anything to me. Alex text me. " How's it going girl?" I didn't know what to say. Good? Bad? I didn't know. "IDK" I responded. "What do you mean you don't know?" she asked. "Has he kissed you yet?" I blushed. "NO." I said. "It's not like that. This is a just friends kinda thing. He isn't interested in me." Was that true? I didn't know. I suddenly became aware of his had on my thigh. Alex responded " Whatever girl, If it was a "just friends" thing then why didn't you tell your husband? Plus, I saw how ya'll danced last night. He has the hotts for you and you know it." I tried to lie to myself. To say no, i'm not interested in him and he's not interested in me. I placed my hand on his and felt butterflies in my stomach. I knew it wasn't true. What exactly was I doing here? what did I expect to happen? What did I want to happen? I didn't have any answers for my questions. "You think so?" I text her. "Yesssss!" "Alex," I said. " I feel like you're encouraging me to cheat on my husband..." "Hey," she responded. " I'm not telling you what to do. I'm just telling you that you deserve some excitement in your life and I would trade places with you in a heartbeat. Just relax, try to enjoy yourself." Alex actually made me feel better. I did deserve a fun night out right? And I didn't have to have sex with him to enjoy the night. There was nothing for me to feel guilty about. The ceremony ended and everyone headed to the club. The club, like everything else at this hotel was extremely fancy. There were two dance floors three full bars including one poolside bar. Dylan put his arm around my waist and held me close as we walked together to the bar. He bought me a drink without asking if I wanted one. I took it from him and drank. I noticed that he wasn't drinking. We sat and chatted for a while. He fed me booze and I loosened up. Eventually he asked me if I wanted to dance. I did. More than I wanted to admit. I let Dylan led me to the second floor dance floor. "Relax," I told myself. "You deserve some fun." I tried not to fight it tonight. I pushed my husband out of my head and tried to focus on the moment. I was facing Dylan, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into him. He was being aggressive. I let him. I closed my eyes and felt his hard body against mine. It didn't take long for me to feel his cock growing. Alex was right. He did want me. It felt so good to be desired. As the night wore on Dylan became more and more aggressive with me. Again, I became intimidated by him. I knew that if I wanted him to stop I wouldn't be able to stop him. But at the same time, I didn't want him to stop. Dylan pulled me in tightly to his body. I felt so frail and small in his hands. I rocked my hips against him, grinding hard against his erect cock. Dylan ran his hands up and down my body. With every touch I felt more and more out of control, and I liked it. I have no idea how long we danced. I feel like we spent hours on the dance floor. I wanted more but Dylan was finished. He led me to a quiet corner of the bar. There were a couple other people there and Dylan knew them. He greeted them as friends. There was only one seat and Dylan took it. Then he pulled me down into his lap. I crossed my legs and he rested his hand on my thigh. It was interesting seeing how he acted with them. He treated them as equals. He didn't demand anything from them and they didn't seem to be intimidated. It was different than how he treated me. When he spoke to me it was as if to a child. He spoke and I obeyed. I felt very small in this group of people. I looked at the ground most of the time and only offered conversation when I was asked a question. Dylan ordered us drinks and kept me very loose. Dylan's friends didn't seem very concerned that he has a new girl with him. One that they had never met. In fact, they barely noticed me at all. It made me wonder how many other women they had seen him with. "Hey, lets check out the hot tub," someone suggested. "Sure," Dylan agreed. We walked to the tub. "I don't have anything to wear," I whispered to Dylan. He looked amused. "Just go in in your underwear. It's no big deal." My heart sank. I was wearing a skimpy bra and a thong. I had spent forever picking them out on the off chance that Dylan would see them but I never really believed that he would. Now he wanted me to strip, in the middle of a club, in front of dozens of people who I didn't know. I was going to tell him "NO," there was no way in hell I was doing that. I looked at him and prepared to tell him off. But my voice was broken. "Go ahead," He told me. I knew he could see my hesitancy. He waited to see what I would do. I looked at the floor. Slowly I let the zipper down on my dress and let the strap fall off my shoulders. The dress fell to my ankles and I stepped out of it. I felt naked. I was ashamed of myself. I was so weak. No matter what he wanted me to do, I did it. If anyone else had told me to strip like that I might have punched them. But not Dylan. I didn't understand why he had so much power over me. Dylan looked satisfied. I felt like he was enjoying my obedience. I think he also approved of my underwear selection. Across the way I could see a couple girls giggling and pointing in my direction. They could see my panties and knew what it meant. These were my 'fuck me' panties. Dylan stripped down to his boxers and together we went into the tub. Dylan's friends followed us in.His body was amazing. More amazing than I imagined. He was rock hard and had tattoos all across his chest and back. He sat behind me in the hot tub and I sat between his legs. I could feel his manhood against my back. He did not try to hide his excitement. Under the water he explored my now almost naked body. I felt his fingers trace my spine and his hands wrap around my hips. There was a conversation going on but I couldn't participate in it. I was too distracted. Dylan pulled me back and wrapped his arms around me protectively. I could feel his breath on my neck as he spoke. He moved his hands up and down my thigh. Starting nearly at the knee and moving all the way up, slowly, until he reached my panty line and then he retreated. I found myself hoping he would go farther. A couple times he grazed my crotch with his knuckle and I nearly lost it. The night wore on. The alcohol was flowing and I was drunk. We got out of the hot tub. Dylan offered me a warm towel and I wrapped myself in it. I leaned against him to steady myself. " Everyone has a room here tonight, I think you should stay with me in my room," Dylan said. My heart skipped a beat. "Okay," I said without thinking. We headed inside and searched for an elevator. Then something happened. As we waited for the elevator I felt a hand grab me from behind. Someone grabbed my ass. I shrieked. Dylan grabbed the guy's arm and twisted it. The man cried out in pain and sunk to his knees. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry" he begged through cries of agony. Dylan just looked at him. I watched Dylan twist his arm in the socket. I watched the man cry out, tears in his eyes now. Dylan turned to me and asked "Do you want me to let him go?" I looked at him and then back to the man. I wasn't sure if I did want him to let him go. This was the first time I realized that I have a fettish. Some girls like anal, some girls like other girls. I liked watching men fight over me. This was the second time in two day that Dylan had defended me from some other guy. It's hard to say exactly what I liked about it. I liked being defended. Protected. I liked the way Dylan's muscles looked as he twisted this man's arm. I liked the fact that more than one guy was interested in me. I liked the way the guy begged for me to make Dylan stop. "Please," he cried, staring desperately into my eyes. I waited a few moments. I'm sure to the guy who was on his knees it felt like a lifetime. Eventually I looked at Dylan and nodded. He released the man's arm. The guy basically ran away from us, tripping over his own feet as he went. I was filled with lust for Dylan. The elevator took us to the top floor of the hotel. Dylan lead us to his room. I sat on the bed, still wrapped in my towel. Dylan poured me another drink. I really didn't need one but I drank anyways. As I drank I contemplated my situation. I was alone, in a room with a very large, very intimidating man. I was drunk, half naked, filled with lust and married. Shit I was married. My husband's face suddenly appeared in my mind again. He would be so heartbroken if he knew where I was. I had to be strong. I hadn't done anything wrong yet. I just had to stay strong and not fuck this guy. "Your clothes are wet" Dylan said to me. "You should probably take them off or you will get sick." He was right, of course, I rose and headed for the bathroom. "You can do it here." He said. I froze. He was telling me to strip for him. There was no way I could do that. I closed my eyes and struggled inside my head. "Don't do it," I told myself. "You don't have to. He can't make you." As soon as I had that thought I knew it wasn't true. He could make me. Part of me wanted him to. I turned to face him. "Say no, say no, say no." I told myself. My heart was racing and my breathing was labored. I psyched myself up and prepared to reject him, and I almost did. I raised my head and made eye contact with him. And then I lost the fight. His eyes were boring into me. He sat silently. I could see the outline of his erection through his boxers. I nodded and slowly undid the clasp of my bra. It fell away. I was topless. My nipples were as erect as Dylan's cock. My fingers found their way to my panty line. I pulled them down, bending at the waist. The air on my now exposed vagina made m shiver. I cast my eyes to the floor and stood there. I felt completely exposed and alone. It was a feeling that was both exciting and terrifying. I stood there for what felt like an eternity. I was waiting for something. I didn't know what. Permission to leave? To cover up? Approval of some sort? Finally Dylan made a move. "Walk over here" he instructed me. I did. I was now standing naked in between his legs. Dylan placed his hands on my hips and pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his waist. He felt hot against my cool skin. I felt his hand go to my face. Dylan pulled my chin up and forced me to look into his eyes. I could feel what was happening. My mind screamed at me to put an end to this but my body was out of control. His lips touched mine and I went brain dead. I felt the heat of his breath. His tongue flicked across my lips and I opened my mouth to let him inside. Now I was completely naked, straddling a man's lap, kissing him, and I was married. But I didn't think about that at the time. I was consumed by lust. Dylan drove his tongue into my mouth and I accepted him hungary. I felt his hands all over me while we kissed. He gently caressed my back and cupped my ass. He rubbed my hips and found my exposed breasts. He hand his fingers through my hair and grasped my face. I was lost in him. Taken Wife Pt. 02 Dylan broke off the kiss and pushed me down onto his knees. I sank down and rested my hands in front of me. Dylan undid the button on the front of his boxers and began to free his cock. I knew what he wanted. Dylan's cock sprung free. It was the absolutely most beautiful dick I've ever seen. It was thick and long and veiny. There was a bead of precum at the head. I wanted to lick it off. Dylan placed his hand on the back of my head and guided me in on it. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in my mouth. That was basically all I could fit. It was so huge. I began to work his cock. It took both hands and my mouth to please him. I worked his shaft while I ran my tongue across the head of his cock. I could feel his dick pulsating in my mouth. It made me feel good to know he was enjoying me. All I wanted was for him to use me for his pleasure. As I sucked him I began to think about the altercation earlier at the elevator. I thought about the man's face while Dylan twisted his arm. I thought about the panicked look he had in his eyes and the agony I heard in his voice. I could almost hear him begging. "Please," He had cried at me. I pictured Dylan standing over him, triumphantly. My heart was racing again it was filled with lust and want. Dylan became more forceful with me. His hand was firm as it pushed my head down onto his manhood. I felt the head of his dick slip down into my throat. He began to grunt and took control of the pace. I knew he was getting close. I've never liked men cuming in my mouth but I knew that he expected me to take his load. I braced myself. It wasn't very long before I felt his dick stiffen in my mouth. Dylan let out one final moan and I felt the warmth of his cum shooting into the back of my throat. Dylan Held my head tight. I couldn't pull it away. There were tears in my eyes. I swallowed hastily, to keep up with the amount he was shooting into me. It felt like gallons. I couldn't keep up . His cum dribbled out of my mouth. I could feel it dripping onto my chin and my breasts. Finally, Dylan released my head and his dick slipped out of my mouth. I coughed and wiped my mouth. Dylan laid back on the bed and rested for a couple minutes. I stayed on my knees. I felt like I was waiting for permission again. It was like, I couldn't get off of my knees without him telling me to do so. Eventually Dylan spoke again. "It's late," He said " And you're drunk. We should head to bed." I was disappointed. I thought there would be more. I wanted more. It occurred to me later how ridiculous I was being. I had spent the whole night telling myself that I wasn't going to fuck him. And now, he didn't want me and I was disappointed. Stupid. I rose off my knees and crawled into bed. I felt Dylan crawl into bed beside me. He wrapped his arm around me and cuddled up to my naked body. I wondered if he could feel the heat rising off of my bare pussy. Taken Wife Pt. 03 I woke up in a panic. I couldn't believe I was still here. My husband had expected me home hours ago . I searched for my phone and saw the time. 11 am. Shit. Dylan was still asleep beside me. I had several missed calls from Stephen and a text from Alex. "Hey," it said, "Your husband has been blowing up my phone. Guess since you're not home yet things must have gone well. Slut ;) Don't worry I told him we drank too much and decided to get a room. We need to have lunch today. I expect details!" Alex had saved me. I owed her more than lunch. Dylan stirred in bed beside me. Stephen was headed out of town for the night so there was no reason to hurry now. He would be gone already. My head hummed. I had drank more than I had planned on. I got out of bed and headed to the shower. I still had cum caked to my tits. I turned the water on and let it run over my body. I started to think. "What am I doing here? What did I do last night? Why did I let myself get into this situation. I am a terrible person." Guilt overcame me. Then the shower curtain pulled open and thought escaped my mind. Dylan stood in front of me. He was half hard and completely naked. He stepped into the shower. I cast my gaze at the ground. I felt Dylan's hand on my chin. He lifted my head and forced me to face him. Our eyes locked. I felt a shiver go through my body. Dylan leaned down and placed his lips on mine. Our kiss was sweet and brief. It was over far too fast. He withdrew his lips from mine but still held my gaze. It was a surprisingly soft gesture. So soft compared to the hard man who I had seen last night. The man who I had seen nearly break another man's arm for touching me. The memory of the night before rushed back to me. I found it impossible to hold his gaze any longer. I looked to the ground again. Dylan was fully hard now. I was amazed all over again at how beautiful his cock was. We cleaned ourselves and enjoyed the feeling of the water running over our bodies. I finished first and went to step out of the shower. Dylan grabbed my arm. His touch was not so gentle this time. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted. Dylan pushed me down onto my knees in front of him. His cock was directly in front of me. I didn't resist. My mouth opened and he pushed the head inside. This was the second time in less than 12 hours that I had had a mans dick in my mouth that belong to someone other than my husband. What was I thinking. Dylan shoved his dick deep inside my mouth. I felt like I could handle more of it this time. I felt it hitting the back of my throat. There were less tears this time. Again it took both hands to pleasure him and again I was overcome with the urge to be used by him. I stroked and licked his dick hungrily. Dylan placed his hand on the back of my head. I felt his strength. What if I wanted to stop? What if I tried to say no? I knew there would be no way for me to get away from him. I was helpless. I was his for as long as he wanted me and I would do whatever he wanted me to. Dylan became rough with me again. I knew it was because he was getting close. I looked up into his face. His muscles were tense. I prepared myself for the wave of cum I was about to experience. He pumped his cock into my mouth and I felt it stiffen. Hot semen shot into my mouth. This time I was prepared. I swallowed as much as I could. I did a much better job than the night before. A little bit of his cum oozed from the corner of my mouth but I was able to handle most of it. Once he was finished Dylan let me go and I left the shower. An hour later he was dropping me off at my front door. I met Alex for lunch at our favorite spot. She looked at me with a hungry look in her eyes. "What?" I asked, sheepishly. "You know what. Tell me everything". she said Where to even start. I told her as much as I could. I told her about how I worked for him and how I stripped for him in the club and how we danced. There was so much to tell. "I just can't explain it." I tried to explain to her. " I don't want to cheat on Stephen. I really don't and when I think about it I feel really bad, but... When I'm with Dylan it's like, I don't even think about it. I don't have any control. I can't tell him no." Alex looked at me as if waiting for more. "I just can't explain it," I told her. " I mean, he told me to take off my rings and I just handed them over to him." There was a sudden pit in my stomach. "Shit," I said. "What?" Alex asked. "My rings," I explained. "He never gave them back to me." "That's ok," Alex said. " You can get them back next time you see him." "I hadn't planned on seeing him again," I told her. " I have to stay away from him. He is going to ruin my life." "Well you have to see him at least one more time," Alex said. "Or tell your husband that you lost you 5,000$ wedding ring set, the symbol of your undying love." She had a smirk on her face. "You are having too much fun with this." I told her. "Girl, loosen up! You're not having enough fun with this!" "How do I even get ahold of him? He never gave me his number or anything. he just kind of, showed up." "I wouldn't worry about it," Alex told me. "I have a feeling he is going to find you." I moved the lettuce around on my plate. I had really hoped to never see him again and now I had no choice. There was no telling what would happen next time I saw him. I had to do something to protect myself. "Alex," I said. " I'm going to ask you to do me a favor and I need you to not judge me..." ___________________________________________________________________ It was after dark and Alex and I pulled into a seedy establishment outside of town. There were two other cars in the parking lot. "And you think this will help" Alex asked skeptically. "Well I have to try something," I told her. We got out of the car and made our way inside. It was weird, and kinda run down. I scanned the store. I had never been in a sex shop before. There were toys all around us. I didn't know where to start. The back wall was filled with dirty videos. "What about this one?" Alex asked me, holding up a porno. 'Snowbunnies for BBC'. The cover showed a petite white girl about to take a monsterous black cock. "That's not helpful," I told her A short balding man approached us. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Umm, I..." I couldn't say it. "She wants a big cock," Alex said without hesitation. "A big real cock or a big cock toy?" the man asked. Alex looked at me and grinned. "Maybe both.." She joked. "Shut up!" I yelled at her. I could feel my cheeks turn red. "Just a fake cock for today thanks," Alex told the man. "Okay, right this way" we followed the short man to the far corner of the store. There was an entire wall of dildos. I had no idea there was such a selection. Alex and I scanned the wall. "What about this one?" Alex said holding one up. I studied it and compared It to what I saw the night before. "No, that one is too small." I told her. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Seriously?" she said. I scanned the selection. I picked up a black dildo. The package said 'Monster' on the label. Nine inches and extra thick. This was the closest one I saw. We checked out and headed back to town. Alex made fun of me the whole way. She didn't have faith in my plan. I dropped her off back at her car and headed back to my house. "Have fun!" she said with a devious grin before I drove off. Back at my house I poured myself a bath, lit some candles, turned down the light and relaxed. Stephen wouldn't be home until tomorrow afternoon so I had the whole night to myself. Better make this good. My plan was this: I was going to masterbate with this gigantic dildo ( which was actually a little smaller than Dylan's had been. I size tested it with my mouth to make sure). I felt like if I pleasured myself I wouldn't be so thirsty and I would be able to handle seeing Dylan again. My hope was that by doing this, I would gain back some of the power he had over me.I sank into the tub and let my mind run wild. I thought about the last couple nights. I rubbed my fingers between my legs and let my mind drift. It didn't take much to get myself wet. Once I was good and lubed up I reached beside the tub and grabbed my new toy. Gently I pushed it inside of me. It hurt. It was huge. Much larger than anything I had ever had before. This was a chore. I pushed it in a little at a time. It took several minutes for me to get even half of it inside of me. I was not prepared for this. I waited until my pussy got use to the thickness and then pushed it in just a little farther. I moaned out loud. Slowly I began to fuck myself with this monster cock. It got better. Pleasurable even. I started rubbing my clit while I fucked myself. Thoughts of Dylan ran through my head. I pictured him fucking me. Using me. Abusing my body. I pictured his muscular arms holding me down while he fucked my tight pussy. I started to cum. My body shook as the orgasm took me. At the peak of the orgasm I pictured the pain on the face of the man from the night before. The one who begged me to make Dylan stop hurting him. That was weird, but I didn't question it. After I came I felt better. I took the monster dildo out of me and got cleaned up. I went into the living room and watched some tv. There really wasn't anything on. I text Alex just to chat. She didn't mention anything about my ... self exploration. I relaxed for a while on the couch with some ice cream. 10 pm. Now I was bored. I had the whole house to myself and nothing to do. I thought about inviting Alex over but I knew she had plans of her own. 10:30 Nothing on tv. I flipped through the channels. There was a UFC fight on. I stopped there for a couple minutes. I had never been interested in fighting before but there wasn't anything else on. It wasn't a very good fight. The man in the red shorts got the crap beat out of him in the first round. There was blood all over the place and he could barely stand. In the second round. He got knocked out right away. I slipped my hands between my legs. The announcers announced the next fight. One of the guys was pretty cute. " I hope he wins" I thought to myself. This fight was much better. Both fighters were pretty good. The cute guy was losing though. He took a punch right to the face and something weird started to happen. The more he lost, the less attractive I found him. I watched his opponent smash his face in . With every blow I found the other guy more and more sexy. Finally the ref called the fight. Cute guy lost. I was horny. I rubbed my fingers across my clit. The next fight was a heavyweight match between a black guy and a latino guy. They showed the pre fight trash talk on tv. I found that I was instantly more attracted to the black man. The announcers went back and forth talking about stats and records and bullshit. I imagined that these men were fighting over me. I pictured myself as a prize to be won. To the victor goes the spoils. I couldn't believe how wet this was making me. The fight started and the men came out swinging. It was a fast fight. The black man knocked the latino man down. Then he climbed on top of him and punched him in the face over and over again until the ref called it. The Latin man's face looked like mush. Looks like I would be going home with the black guy. My favorite. I watched every fight and masturbated. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I ran to the bedroom and grabbed my new toy. Then I hurried back to the living room. Then I did something that I have never done before. I ordered porn on tv. Interracial porn. Black cock sluts. The screen showed huge, muscular well endowed men forcing white girls onto their knees. I knew I should be one of them. In my imagination this was an after party. That man had just won me in a prize fight and now I had to serve him. I was his reward for being the better man. The woman on the screen took the huge black cock into her mouth. I did the same thing with my toy. I tried as hard as I could to please my 'black lover'. I rubbed my clit furiously. And then I came hard. But I didn't stop. This wasn't about me. This was about pleasing my man. The girl on the screen climbed on top of the black man. I suctioned the dildo to the tile floor and did the same. Together, the black cock slut on the screen and I worked our pussy's with their huge cocks. It was easier now. I could fit it inside of me with much less trouble. It still hurt, but I was enjoying the way it hurt. As I approached another orgasm I slammed myself down on to the dildo. I felt like it might split me wide open. It was awesome. I came hard again. This went on for a long time. I spent the next 2 or 3 hours riding the dildo. Every time the girl on the screen changed positions, so did I. I managed to orgasm multiple more times. By the time I finished I was raw and sore. 'Exactly the way a slut should feel after shes been used' I told myself. I headed to bed. I had to work the next morning.