14 comments/ 48898 views/ 14 favorites Riley's New Life By: RileyGirl I had always considered myself to be an average white American woman. I work hard as an office administrator, volunteer at the library, and am married to an insurance salesman who works hard to provide a good future for us. I'm not a gorgeous woman, but I've always been told I'm pretty. I work out and take care of myself. I had never really been much of a party girl, never took risks. I did what I was supposed to do to be successful, and I thought I was achieving that dream. I thought I had everything a woman could want, and I was so happy with life, dreaming of a future with my husband and children someday. I never knew how much more life had to offer. It started innocuously enough. At the grocery store of all places. It's funny how simple moments can change your life forever. My husband was at home watching football, and as he was preoccupied, I took the initiative to get some shopping done. It was in the juice aisle I think. I was grabbing some V8 when a deep, baritone voice said, "Good choice, it seems to be working for you." I turned around and saw a tall, handsome black man looking at me. I was flattered; I had never been complimented like that from a stranger. I smiled politely and put the V8 in my cart, and started to push my cart away. "Let me guess, you like to swim, right?" I turned, consciously put my left hand up to brush my hair away and display my wedding ring. "Why yes, I swim a few times a week and run a lot." I nodded. I saw his eyes track my hand, seeing the wedding band, then lock back onto my eyes, the penetration never leaving, the confidence. "I could tell. You only get thighs and arms like that from swimming." I laughed nervously, thanking him. Now looking at his body, and the firmness and strength it displayed. He bantered a bit more, joking and making double entrendres without any seeming embarrassment or nervousness. I knew I should push my cart away and leave, but I couldn't for some reason. I was caught, against everything I knew. I was enraptured by his forwardness and confidence. It made me feel so desired and beautiful in a way I never had before. "You're pretty cool for a married chick, you know?" he grinned, expressing the obviousness of my last defense. "You in a hurry? Why don't you come chill at my place for a bit and you can finish your groceries later?" My mind reeled, I wasn't sure what to do or say, but in a fit of adventure I said sure, and left my cart with the V8, coffee, the hash browns my husband likes, eggs and milk right there in the juice aisle and left with him. He talked and joked the whole way to his apartment. I can't remember what he was saying. I only remember the butterflies in my stomach and the sense of giddiness and excitement I had. He was so totally calm and removed from the situation. While I was head over heels in nervousness and anxiety. Finally we got there, ascending the stairs in the hallway was like a dream, the key in the lock to his door echoed in my head. We walked in and he shut the door, and his hand was on my neck, caressing my skin, under my jaw. The other one combing through my long hair. "I love brunettes," he whispered. And kissed me deeply. I immediately was lost. Feeling his body pressed against mine. His hand around my back pulling me into him. I literally felt a sensation of melting. Everything about him, his body, his arms, his tongue in my mouth felt so strong. His hands met across from themselves on my shoulders and he pushed me down gently to my knees. I let him, staring up at him and caressing the sides of his legs as he unbuttoned his jeans. I looked at his waistband in anticipation, biting my lips as he pulled out a black dick thicker and longer than I had ever seen ever. His fingers wrapped around my long hair tightly with one hand, and he gripped himself with the other and rubbed it on my lips. I could taste the salty sweetness of it. For the first time, I really wanted to give head, badly, and he was actually teasing me! It had always been a chore before, but now, I was trying to reach for it with my mouth as he held my head back and teased me, putting it into my mouth a little and pulling it out! Oh my god, it was the first time and it was so hot! Finally he let me grab it in my hands. I could fit both my hands around it and still put it in my mouth and bob up and down on it. I was amazed, and could feel myself getting wet. I heard him sigh deeply as I stroked him the entire length with my tongue and traced my tongue around the head of his cock. Suddenly he grabbed my hair tight again and pulled it back. "What's your name, baby?" he asked. I felt my face flush red, I had just been giving a stranger head and we didn't even know each other's names. "Riley," I panted, realizing I was breathing hard. "I'm Todd, lover. Go ahead, unbutton those jeans and touch yourself as you work it. It's all you get today. If you're good I'll give you my number." He caressed my chin and cheeks as I undid my jeans, panting on his rigid, huge dick. Then slid my hand into my pants, wrapped my hand around his cock, and sucked harder as I slid my clit between two fingers, wetted by my dripping pussy. I slid down and up him, gliding him deeper into my throat with each descent. I was determined to take him all the way into my mouth. My fingers touching myself and arousing me terribly. He whispered how good it felt, how he liked a little skinny white girl on her knees, how if I was good he would wreck me next time. Looking back, if I had heard it somewhere else, I would have thought how slutty and cheap it sounded, but at the time, it only encouraged me to suck and lap and lick all the more, and before I knew it, I was moaning on him as my hips rocked forward against my hand as I sucked his cock. Finally, my body going tingly with ecstasy, I could feel him swell in my mouth and hands. I loosened up as I began to cum, and he pulled his cock from my mouth and began stroking it. "Open your mouth, Riley," he husked. I obeyed as a wave of orgasm wracked me, my eyes scrunched closed tight. And a hot stream of cum splashed against my lips and tongue, sending me over the edge. I had only swallowed semen once, because my husband asked me to. I had hated it. Now, I gulped hungrily, after the initial two sprays of cum spattering my lips and chin, I pulled him into my mouth, sucking and swallowing as my body shuddered with orgasm. It now tasted so different, so thick and sweet and lovely! I sucked, gulping wanting every last bit. Then when he was done, sitting back on my calves and licking what was on my fingers and chin off as I looked up at him. Body heaving deep gasps of breath. He smiled down at me, "Nice." Took his cock and wiped the last drip on my lower lip. Put it back into his pants and zipped back up. "Give me your phone," he commanded. I obeyed, and he punched a few numbers in. Pulled me to my feet. "Get yourself together, sweetheart." I buttoned my jeans and did them. He handed my phone back and kissed me. Turned me around and grasped me from behind. "Call me." And shoved me out the door. I was a bit disoriented. I found I wasn't too far from the grocery. Found my car and went home right away. My football obsessed husband asked where the groceries were. I muttered something about the line and having a headache and went to lie down. I was still floating laying in bed. Thinking about how I had just been unfaithful to my husband. That I had just had the best orgasm in my life while giving oral sex to a stranger while masturbating. That I had graciously accepted something from a stranger that I had only accepted once from my husband with grudging acquiescence. I felt dirty, and sick. I would never do that again. To be continued. Riley's New Life Ch. 02 Two weeks later, I was staring at my phone. Call made, not received. Unknown number. Time and date: heaven, or facsimile thereof. My husband was on the road, adjusting farmer's agricultural damages after a hail storm for their insurance in the Midwest. It was Friday night. I had drank a few glasses of wine, trying to pass the lonely evening. I had looked at the number before, thinking about calling it, then thinking about how crazy and silly I was. Now, emboldened by the alcohol, alone and lonely, I was glad he had made a call with my phone instead of putting it into contacts so it couldn't be deleted. I might have if he had done so. Dial. Ring. "Hello." That penetrating voice. Deep, masculine, exhilarating. Oh my god, what do I say? I'm petrified. "Hello?" A whimper, "It's Riley. From the grocery store?" "Of course, Riley. How's your husband?" His confidence never wavers, he's never ashamed. He puts the biggest stumbling block out there like it's nothing but an anthill, so casual. "He's ok. He's on the road right now." "Bummer, baby. You thought about our little time together." Not a question. "Yeah." "And you liked it." Also not a question. Hesitation, swallow. "Yes." "So you must be lonely." "Yeah." "'You can't be calling me only one you're lonely. If you're gonna fuck with me you have to understand I will have you when I want you. You'll call me when I tell you." "Ok." "'Ok, Daddy.'" I hesitate a split second, realizing what I'm doing. Then make my decision "Ok, daddy," I say, realizing I now am more obedient to this man than my husband of two years. "Little girl needs to be fucked I take it?" "Yes." It feels strange, being so subservient to this man, but it also makes my stomach fill with butterflies and my skin feel hypersensitive. "Tell me you need me to fuck you." His voice is like velvet pulled over every inch of my skin. No hesitation now. "I need you to fuck me, Daddy," I whisper. He asks for my address. He says he'll give me some time to shower and do myself up nice. Put something sexy on. Eleven o'clock. I spare no small detail. Make up, lotion, perfume, curling my hair and putting it up, constantly watching the clock. I feel like one of the chefs in those television shows, trying to make the most enticing dinner in the time allotted. I'm about to put in the diamond earrings my husband gave me, but instead go with drop silver onyx earrings to go with my dress I tell myself. I look at my nails miserably, wishing I had thought ahead and got them done beforehand. I search through my lingerie, nothing seeming worthy of my new lover, but select a bra that pushes my breasts together nicely, and matching black panties. I top it off with a black dress that fits to my figure nicely, with thin shoulder straps, and my best high heels. Giddy with excitement, like a girl going to prom, I change the sheets on the bed, fold the duvet down and arrange the pillows nicely, and light a few candles in the bedroom. The doorbell rings and I freeze. The buzz from the wine is gone now from the rush of activity and focus. He's here. It's for real. Answer the door, I tell myself. Move. Answer the door. Move. I'm paralyzed with fear. The door rings twice, insistent. I break away and rush down the stairs, now afraid he'll think I chickened out. I open the door a little breathless and flustered. "Hi," I say, and the world seems to close in a little at the edges. He doesn't say anything. He looks down at me in all his terrible majesty. One hand going to his meticulously groomed goatee and stroking it as he looks me up and down slowly. Everything so perfect about him, jeans, leather coat, a single golden ring set with diamonds glittering as looks me over. It seems like an eternity. Did I do something wrong? Does he like my dress, how I did my hair, my makeup, did I take too long and make him angry. Will he just walk away? His eyes meet mine, his face set and stern, eyes hard. "'Hi, Daddy.'" I stop breathing. His face folds into a smile and he chuckles. I melt as he takes me into his arms and he kisses me deeply. Yes, these are the arms I fantasized about, at first trying to pretend my husband was him, then giving up, and only imagining them while I would touch myself after my husband was asleep in bed next to me. He picks me up a little, our bodies pressed up against each other. I know I shouldn't here, in the doorway, but the danger makes it so much sweeter, and I pull a leg up to his waist as our tongues dance in each other's mouths. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll try not to forget," I stammer when he lets go. It feels awkward now, calling him that in person. "It's ok, baby. You'll get used to it. Don't worry." He walks into my home taking in the decoration (my husband's and my home). Looking around. I had put the jazz station on the satellite radio, unsure what music I should play. He walks into the living room. His gaze lingers on my husband and my wedding picture on the wall. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, his attention, at first completely on me and making me so nervous, now barely acknowledges I'm there and I yearn for it again. "Can I get you a drink, Daddy?" My voice sounds so small and quiet. He takes the picture of the wall. "That's your husband." "Yes, Daddy." I venture a hand out to touch his back. Stroke it up and down. "Hmmph," he says a bit dismissively. Turns and tosses the photo on the couch. "What did you want?" "Would you like a drink?" He stares at me for a few seconds, "Oh, you think we're gonna hang out?" I feel my face flush red. "You just passed the first round, Riley. You've got a little ways to go before you're one of my girls. Come here." He pulls me into him, his hands sliding down my waist gripping my ass as we kiss again. My body is on fire in a second, every inch of my flesh touching him going absolutely crazy. He kisses my neck and ear and my body writhes against him like a snake. I gasp as one hand cups my breast, the other pulling him into his body. He turns me sharply over the back of the couch and shoves me over it. His hands pull up my skirt and push my panties down my legs. My eyes are closed, I can feel myself getting so wet, I've dreamed of this for so long. I want it so badly. I feel him behind me undoing his jeans. "Yes," I gasp, "Please, please fuck me! Please!" I whisper. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back up to see him with one hand, the other rubs his huge cock down me, spreading my lips, gliding it up and down over me. "This what you want, baby? Is this what you called me over here to do to you?" My answer comes out half audible, half sigh, "Yes." "Then beg for me to fuck you," he says as he toys with me more. Sliding his dick over my pussy lips, pushing the head against me, teasing me like he's going to put it in, but not. My juices pouring from my pussy. I beg. "Please, Todd! Fuck me! Oh, God! I want this more than anything else in my life! I want you inside of me! Please!" All the while my head turned up to him, he watches me, begging him to fuck me. I feel a part of my pride leaving me, but it's left with a yearning, a desire. It's surrender. I keep thinking I've surrendered completely, but then he shows me I have more to give. And I give it graciously. And he rewards me. He enters me suddenly, without warning. Filling me like I've never been filled before. My hands grip the couch cushions beneath me tightly as he fills me up, like he's in my stomach! His hand leaves my hair and grips my waist and he slides it out slowly. It seems like he'll never finish, but once he does he enters me again and the sensation is like the first time, a fullness that knows no equal. My eyes are squeezed shut tight, explosions lighting up the darkness as he pushes in and out. I can hear myself moaning like I have never before during sex. My legs are tingly, almost a numbness, but not, as I feel everything with an intensity I could never have imagined. I let out short high pitched cries as he fucks me from behind. My hands clenching the sofa, his hands tight on my waist. I feel like I'm in absolute heaven. I feel a climax building inside me, my muscles clench around him as I arch my back and cry out loudly, my head falls as it subsides and I open my eyes and see my wedding picture beneath me on the couch as a wave of ecstasy settles around me, a high. I feel so exhilarated, so alive, so desired. I close my eyes, but the picture is still in my mind. I see my wedding picture while Todd fucks me from behind, and I gasp, I hear him grunt, calling me a dirty bitch, his white slut, his whore. I feel myself begin to cum again, and this time I open my eyes, knowing I will never be the same, accepting it. Again, surrendering more, and stare down at my wedding picture as he sends me over the edge again, and this time I orgasm like I never have before. My thighs quiver, I literally scream so loud that later I wonder if the neighbors heard me. "Oh, baby, that's right. I'm gonna cum, you little slut," he tells me from behind. Without knowing what I'm saying or doing, I reach back and grab his ass, "Cum inside me! Please!" His hand grabs my hair tightly, pulling me off the back of the couching and pushing me to the floor. My head hurts where he pulls my hair and shoves me down. He shoves his cock into my mouth and pushes my head against the back of the sofa, fucking my mouth. "You don't deserve that yet, bitch." He thrusts his cock into my mouth and down my throat rapidly. I gag a little, not used to him, but try to open my throat up more for him and feel it slide down my throat as it swells larger, I concentrate trying to hold on a little while longer. He cries out as I feel the swelling crescendo and cum explodes down my throat, I try to swallow, but gag, and his semen goes up into my nose and bursts out, but I'm determined to finish him. I know I belong to him now, and I can't do anything to make him want to leave me. He keeps fucking my mouth, what feels like rivers of semen flowing down my throat, his hand on my neck, feeling me swallow with each pulse. His thrusts slow, his guttural sighs subside and he pulls out of my mouth. I see my red lipstick on the base of him, and smudged up his dick, before he puts it back in his pants. I sit on my thighs. My body floating. My nose burns a little, I can feel semen dripping out of my nose. I imagine this is what it is like to be on heroin or morphine or some other major drug. My mouth is filled with the taste of him. "You did good, baby. Just fine," he is out of breath. I feel good, I made him happy. He takes my chin and turns it up towards him. He looks down at me holding my chin in his hand, puts his thumb in my mouth. "Now, I'm gonna call you when I need something. And you're gonna come. No matter what. Right?" I nod, imagining my eyes glazed over like I'm in the dentist's chair. He smiles down at me. "You're awesome, Riley. I think you might be my best bitch you keep this up." He drops my chin and walks away. Sees himself out. Me, I fall to the floor. My insides still clenching spasmodically in the vacuum of his cock. My body covered in a sheen of sweat. I fall asleep, curdled in the fetal position, my body floating away in a breeze of contentment and satisfaction like I'd never felt before. I awoke an hour or so later. Dress around my waist, panties tangling my ankles. Hair all pulled out and in disarray. I dragged myself to bed, the candles burned a good way down, of no use. For a second I feel how much time I put into it all, and how fast it was over, but I realize I got everything I wanted, and it was wonderful. I crawled into bed and fell asleep with the scent of him all over my body. Sure now. To be continued... Riley's New Life Ch. 03 He called me when he wanted me, and I always came. It became a habit to spend two or three of my lunch breaks every week performing oral sex in his car in the parking lot where I work. Once, or twice a week if I was lucky, I would go to his house after work and he would blow my mind with a fucking that would leave me so shaken I would have to pull the car over while driving home. I would call him or text him wanting to meet sometimes. I would beg and plead some days to no avail, but it made it that much sweeter when he finally would see me. A month went by, and one night I found a text from him instructing me to come to his apartment immediately. I did myself up as quickly as I could and put some sexy jeans and a tight white top on. I told my husband I needed to get out for a drive and raced over to Todd's apartment. He opened the door and showed me in. He was talking on the telephone as I entered. Another man was sitting on the couch. Not as tall as Todd, heavier set and a bit more beefy and muscular. His complexion was a little lighter than Todd's, but he was black also. He grinned at me revealing a few golden caps. "Wassup, baby?" he said and patted the couch next to him. "Hi," I replied. I guess I would have to wait a little while longer, but that was okay. Todd had never really hung out with me before. He usually had me leave immediately after we were finished. Todd hung up the phone. "This is that girl I was telling you about. Riley, this is Smooth. He just got out of jail today. I got some business to take care of, why don't you give a brother a shot of that dynamite head you give. I'll be back in a minute." He walked into the bedroom dialing another number on his phone. I was petrified. Did he just ask me to give his friend a blowjob? Smooth grinned at me, "Don't be shy, Rie. T-Dogg says you're a regular maestro with that mouth of yours." I had my hair in a ponytail, and he stroked it softly. I smiled nervously, "Sorry, I just. He's never asked me to do that to anyone else." My voice was shaking a little. "For reals? Relax, baby. We tight. Share everything. You'll get used to it." He began kissing my neck and cupping my breast. Fondling it. I could feel my body begin to heat up, tingling. His lips found mine and I kissed back. He grabbed my hand and put it on him. It was rock hard, threatening to tear out of his jeans. I caressed it through his pants, feeling it arch toward me. "That's right, baby girl. Just go with the flow," he whispered and pulled at me to get on the floor. I sunk down between his legs and started undoing his jeans as he watched me. "This gonna be sweet. It's been a while, honey! You better be ready for this! T says you're a freak with the dick. Says he never met a bitch so ready to open her mouth for a black cock." I smile and blush. "I never thought I would like giving head to a man so much. I'm still kind of new to everything." Mortification filled me, telling such a deep secret to a stranger. I pull him out and run my hand up and down it. His dark cock such a contrast to my pale hand and fingers. He's not as long as Todd, but he's rock hard. A small bead of moisture forms at the tip. "You a fast learner then," he husks. "A natural." He wipes the drop of pre cum off his cock and puts it in my mouth, rubbing it on my tongue and gums. It's sweet. Sweeter than Todd's ever tasted. He pulls the finger out of my mouth and wraps it around the back of my head and pushes me down on him. My lips wrap around him and I push down slowly, cradling his cock with my tongue. He sighs heavily and lays back as I start to bob up and down on him rhythmically, my hands wrapped around him trailing my lowering and raising lips. More juices ooze out from him, filling my mouth with the sweetness that intrigues me so much. I pull it out and circle the head with my tongue, licking the top, then trailing it down him as I pull on his balls and feel the head of him with my hand as I lap and kiss the base. I put it back in my mouth and push it down. It was hard at first, but I can now easily slide a large cock into my throat and bob up and down, gliding it in and out of my throat. He's watching me, one hand on my pony tail. Todd walks back into the room and sits down on the couch. "You right, Joe. This bitch is nothing nice with a dick in her mouth. Oooh wee!" Smooth says. I can feel him starting to swell in my mouth. It's so hard, I can feel every little minutiae of relief on his ballooning cock. The ridge of his head, the veins, the very flesh standing out ,rigid. "Oh, shit!" Smooth whispers. I don't know how long he had been in jail, or when the last time he had an orgasm, but I have never since seen a man produce as much semen at one time as then. The first wave filled my mouth suddenly and without warming, it literally gushed out with more pressure than I've ever felt a man cum. It filled my mouth and actually leaked out a corner of my mouth a little. Then his cock would swell again, and another gush, not as big, would issue forth, then another and another. I could swallow each one easily now after the first initial deluge, but it seemed like it would never stop! It felt like a whole minute went by of his cock swelling, then emptying another stream of semen into my gulping mouth. Meanwhile, he moaned and twisted, one hand pulling my ponytail hard, the other gripping my head tightly. Finally, it ended. I pulled it out and licked the little bit I spilled. It was just as sweet as the pre cum, warm to the point of being hot, and thick. The taste was heavy in my mouth. "Damn, Joe! This is a bad bitch!" "That's what I told you, brah." Todd's cock was already out, he grabbed my ponytail and pulled me over onto him. My mouth was eager to please and I began sucking and licking on him. Smooth was watching me as he panted, trying to catch his breath. I was looking up at Todd's eyes and sucking his balls as I jerked him slowly, loving every shudder and sigh. After a few minutes, Smooth said, "Fuck this! I'm ready to rock again!" He got off the couch, and to my alarm was behind me, undoing my jeans from behind. My eyes looked up at Todd, wondering if he would say anything, but he silently watched me as I stroked his cock with my tongue from bottom to top. Smooth pulled my jeans and panties off my legs and pushed them apart to kneel behind me. I felt his hand grip my ass as he slid into me. I moaned loudly and pulled Todd's cock away from my mouth, caressing it with one hand. Smooth was rough, slamming into me hard, filling my insides from the vulnerable position, a tingling sensation immediately filling me. His muscular hands gripped my waist painfully. I'd have bruises for a week there. I moaned, but Todd grabbed my head and pushed it down on him again. I moaned with Todd's cock deep in my mouth, his hand forcing my head up and down, my body began to shudder. Smooth was pumping furiously from behind me. Each thrust rocking me forward. Like a sudden shower, ecstasy poured over me and I was cumming furiously. My body shuddering, I was screaming, my cries muffled by Todd's long, hard dick pushing into my mouth. "Shit yeah, shit, oh fuck yeah," Smooth muttered and pulled out. He grabbed my ponytail and stood up, jerking his cock as he stood above me. Todd stood up also. Smooth grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth as another stream of cum filled my mouth, smaller than the other ones, not as thick. A splash of warmth fell across my cheek and in my eye, another spurted across my face and into my hair as Todd was ejaculating onto my face. "Uggh, yeah, baby, oh baby," Smooth said as he cock immediately began to wilt in my mouth. "Good girl," Todd said, as the last few pulses of cum dappled my nose and cheek. Both men sank to the couch gasping. I smiled nervously and tried to open my eye, cum dripped from an eye lash. I wiped it off with a finger. "Oooh, you a mess, baby!" Smooth laughed. "That shit is hot though!" "Clean it up, Riley," Todd said. "All of it." I wiped his cum from my face and licked it off my fingers. I was self-conscious as they watched me wipe semen from my face and lick it from my fingers, but they were obviously enjoying it. I did my best to get everything I could. Smooth looked at Todd, "You should bring her to the party. She'd be great with G-Man's bitch. What's her name? Allison?" Todd shook his head, "She ain't ready." "Naw, dog, she ready!" Todd looked at him, "She ain't." "Pssh!" Smooth rolled his eyes. I didn't know what they were talking about. I felt it wasn't my place to ask. "We gotta go, Riley. Get your shit on. Time to leave," Todd said standing up and putting his dick away. I stopped at a gas station to use the restroom and make sure every last trace was washed away before going home. I went right to the bath after I got home and took a long soak. The trysts with Todd had been one thing. What I had just done was on another level. Thinking about it though was so hot I touched myself again in the bath. I admitted I had loved it with Todd; I was willing to admit to myself I had enjoyed what had just happened to me. It was another man though, not just Todd, that had taken me to a level I thought only Todd could. I thought it was only Todd that knew how to bring out an animal-like lust in me, but Smooth had made me so on fire also. I sank into the water. Wondering what it meant. Daring not to acknowledge what I already knew. To be continued... Riley's New Life Ch. 04 I sat down in the bathroom and picked up my phone, hugging it to my breasts nervously. Only a light satin nightie adorned my body. I'm anxious, my pulse is racing. Mark is in the bedroom, waiting for me. We had a nice romantic dinner for our anniversary, and then a few glasses of wine with a movie. We got ready for bed and he began kissing me again, beginning to touch me. I stopped him, saying I had to freshen up in the bathroom a moment. What I really had to do was obey my lover, and I was afraid. A few days earlier I was in the living room downstairs. Mark was reviewing insurance claims in Nebraska. Todd was sitting on the sofa, and I was eagerly enjoying his cock in my mouth in nothing but frilly white lingerie which I had proudly displayed to him after stripping in front of him and taking my place between his legs. I was lavishly sucking on his balls while I stroked him when he said, "Give me your phone." A pleasant memory surfaced as I thought of our first time together, but why did he want my phone now? I looked at him, puzzled. "Why, Daddy?" "Give me your phone. You have homework." I found my purse on the coffee table and took my phone out, unlocked it, as I always kept it locked since I had begun seeing Todd, and handed it to him. He started going through it, stopped and looked at me. "Don't mind me," he said. I smiled and went back to pleasuring him. "I want you to watch this every day you don't see me, and make yourself cum. When you're done you'll text me: Thanks, Daddy. Understand?" It sounded so hot, "Thanks, Daddy!" I said between licking his balls more. "And," he said, "since you're concerned your husband has noticed your disinterest in sex the past month. I want you to watch it before he fucks you. Don't make yourself cum, just get yourself good and horny. That way you may be a bit more receptive to his... effort." At the time, it seemed really hot, and I made it an especially hot blowjob. Now, it felt wrong. Like a betrayal. On my anniversary? I had obeyed the past few days, found I loved the video. Felt who needs Tylenol anymore, this could cure any headache! Now... I opened the video and watched myself. Licking and sucking Todd with abandon. Immediately any feeling of doubt left me, and by the time I saw myself looking up at Todd as he stood above me, splashing cum in my mouth and on my lips and face, I was wet and wanting sex. Remembering not only the recorded part, but also how he later that night had me on the kitchen table, at first bent over, than on my back with my legs over his shoulders. I shut my phone off as in the video I started wiping the semen up and slowly, seductively licked it from my fingers. I put my phone down and went back into the bedroom. "There's my loving wife," Mark said as I got back into the bedroom. I didn't say anything. I started kissing him immediately, feeling his body, grasping his dick. It wasn't the same, not close, but I was on fire now. "Whoa, tiger! Calm-" I put a finger to his lips to silence him, not wanting anything else besides his body distracting me from what was in my head. We kissed for a while longer and he pawed at my body. Finally I turned around and bent down onto my elbows, raised my ass in the air, and pulled up my nightie to my waist. In the position Todd loved to have me. "Oh, wow," Mark muttered. "You've never wanted it like this before." I felt his hands on my hips as he entered me clumsily. He started pushing in and out and I started to feel pleasure, then it slipped out. He tried again and it lasted for a while before slipping out. Then a few more times. Finally I turned around and pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top of him and rode him, grinding my hips into him as I imagined my lover underneath me. It was enough as it felt so good, in a few minutes Mark was already tensing and jerking and pushing me off. I leaned down and finished myself off over him, seeing the images on my phone in my head, pushing my head into Mark's chest, whimpering and moaning, and finally cumming. I rolled off. Mark was breathing heavily. "Wow, baby! That was something! I never knew you could move those hips like that! "He reached over and touched me softly, "It's been awhile, I'm sorry. I'll try to be home more often." "No!" I said quickly and maybe with a bit more emphasis than I wanted, "No... I just wanted it to be special. For our anniversary. I, I hoped you liked it." "I did," he answered softly, but I was already willing myself to sleep. Imagination conjuring a different scenario than reality currently had. Reality conjuring a scenario I knew I would soon have to confront. My girlfriend Maria had found out her boyfriend was seeing another girl. She was in a bad way and I invited her out to have a few drinks. As I attempted to distract her from her predicament, she kept going on about how he was such an asshole and she would never forgive him for this. Enraged and hurt, she drank more alcohol and made more vows to me about how she would make him pay for ever taking her for granted. It was a little spooky, and I felt uncomfortable. I checked my phone to see the time and saw Todd had left a message. I answered that I was with a girlfriend, described the situation, and said I wanted to see him. I said I would drop her if he insisted, but I didn't think it would be good for my friend. "What does she look like?" he asked. I paused, wondering, then said, "About as short as me, 5'4" maybe, not as skinny, but I think she has better breasts and butt, brunette and brown eyes, latina, you know." A few tense minutes passed. Then he answered. "Where are you?" My mind reeled. I wasn't sure exactly how drunk Maria was. What questions she might have. What she might say. I relayed the name of the bar. "How am I supposed to say that I know you?" More minutes. Agonizing. Five. Ten. Fifteen! Maria was promising me she would cut off her boyfriend's balls when they met again. Finally Todd answered. "Be cool, Riley. And just shut the fuck up. I'm on the case." I looked up from my phone and saw Todd walking in with Smooth and another man. They were a sight to behold. Men, all three. Tall and strong. Confidence and swagger exuding from them as they took in the room around them. Todd's eyes resting at Maria's and my table, making for us without hesitation. "What are the two most beautiful women in the entire establishment doing without men?" Todd asked as he reached our table. I was speechless. Maria, either a little or a lot drunk, was not. "She's married, and I have a boyfriend." She seemed to have forgotten her oaths of castration. Todd laughed with that ease I knew so familiarly, "Well than all the more reason you need an escort, baby. We're cool." Maria looked at Todd, Smooth and the other man over. "Well, maybe if you buy me a drink." Smooth rubbed his chin and smiled, "You gotta drink, shorty. We don't." I saw her eyes focus and soften, knew Smooth had her when she grinned, and she bought them all drinks. "I'm Todd, sweetheart," Todd said to me with a total genuineness of meeting me for the first time. "You leave her alone, she's married," Maria wagged her finger. Smooth and the other man had taken seats on either side of her. Todd smiled, "Don't worry, honey. I already have a lover," and he put his hand on my leg under the table. I looked around uneasily hoping no one I knew was in the bar. Todd and Smooth's friend was named Hitman. He was lighter complexioned, like Smooth, but of a slighter stature, with long dread locks. Smooth and Hitman were chatting up Maria. I was amazed. Where I could not move her from her fixation on violent acts upon men, now she was laughing and playfully bantering with both men as they teased and flirted with her. "You think I'd put you out there, my white lily? Todd asked as his eyes bored into mine. I blushed. How could I think Todd would be that foolish? He was more of a man than any I had ever met. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time. I could be with Todd for real, and have fun. Maybe I couldn't touch him openly. But the five of us played pool and drank and enjoyed ourselves. The whole time Maria never complained about her boyfriend, never actually even said she had one still technically. Finally, Smooth came over to Todd and me. "Lets' split, Joe. The honey's ready." "You meet us at mine?" Todd said to me. I smiled, "Sure." As Maria and I drove to Todd's she was telling me about Smooth and Hitman. "It's dangerous! The one guy has been in jail!" "Really? For what?" I asked with feigned ignorance and sincere interest. "He beat up a cop who was feeling his woman up! And she didn't even stay with him!" "So you like him?" "I don't know, I haven't decided. But I think you like T-Dogg!" she laughed. I smiled, "His name is Todd." "Sure, you gonna get with him?" Oh, boy, maybe Maria was drunk. I laughed, "I'm married, Maria!" "So! I have a boyfriend!" I cracked up laughing and she joined me. At Todd's drinks were made and passed around. After a while Todd, grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I stopped in the hall to his bedroom, "What about Maria?" He turned and we both saw Maria completely in thrall to Smooth and Hitman. "I think Maria is sufficiently occupied." We went into his room. I had been here before... many times. I was always stuck by the masculinity of the place. It was decorated well. The scheme was black and silver. Paintings and artwork hung on the walls of lions and panthers and other predatory felines. Everything was in good taste, the dresser a dark wood, imposing and grandeur, a mirror spanning its length. I noticed again the bra and panties dangling above it. A few of them mine. I began to take my blouse off when Todd stopped me. "There's something I want you to see." He sat me down on the bed. A huge television screen adorned the wall opposite it. He turned it on, from recorder selected an episode of "The Shield." "I love this show." He turned the volume up. I saw no direct message in the episode to anything I could relate to. I kept watching, confused, being silent lying next to him. Finally, about three quarters through the show. He got off the bed, walked to my side, and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the bed. He pulled me to the door, opened it a little. My eyes widened. Maria was speaking in Spanish, I had never heard her speak in Spanish before. She was muttering a lot of things, but over and over Hodamay or something. Her, Smooth, and HItman were on the floor. Hitman was on the bottom, and Maria was riding him, Smooth was behind, and I think he was taking her in her ass. She was deeply bent over Hitman. Maria was going crazy. It seemed she was crying, but from the sound of her, she loved every minute of it. Todd pulled me back into his bedroom. "It isn't like that the first time," he said. "It hurts. But you like it eventually. Sounds like your amiga has had had it a few times." I didn't want to do this. "I don't know, Todd." "Didn't you see, Maria? She loved it." He started to help me take off my clothes. They fell off, piece by piece. His lips kissing my neck, my shoulder, my waist as we both undressed. "Lay down on the bed, face down." I obeyed. And soon he was over me. He spread my cheeks and wiped something over my ass. I was a little turned off at first by his fingers on me, but I realized it felt good. As he rubbed and spread the lubrication around. Then he laid down behind me. His cock slid into me slowly, I grabbed his sheets tightly and turned my mouth into the pillow, moaning, although he entered me slowly. It was the first time I had sex that way. I think the only way I got through it was he was whispering in my ear the whole time how much he loved me. I pulled the fitted sheets from the corners of the bed, thrashed, but he wouldn't let me go. The only consolation that time was that... he came in me. After a while, it did start to feel good. To be continued... Riley's New Life Ch. 05 This chapter of my story is dedicated to a very special friend who has shown me I'm not alone. * Two days later... in Todd's car, my mouth on him, lapping sucking. He leans back as he always does while I please him. I stroke him softly, "Are you having a party soon?" His hands wrap around my head, "Always a party, baby." I suck and stroke him, "The day at your house, Smooth he said there is a special party. He said I should come, but you said I wasn't ready yet." "You aren't." "He said I should go. Why won't you let me?" I mutter on his balls, lapping them. "Riley. Shut the fuck up." I suck on his balls more, put my mouth on him and glide up and down. "I'm willing to do anything you ask. I'm ready for anything. I want to be special for you." He laughs slightly, "You've got no idea, baby." I pull his cock out of my mouth and look him in the face. "I'm ready for anything." He stares at me. I think part of it is he's amazed I would question him. Finally he shakes his head. "Ok. Fine. You're invited." Then he suddenly grabs my head, twists my hair in his hand and pulls it up to his face. We stare at each other; I've never seen him violent like this. "Don't fuck it up." And he releases me; I finish his blowjob without a word. I left his car and went back to work. That night, I get a text, date and time. "Be perfect. This Friday." I spend the week working out and getting my nails and hair done. I'm not sure what Friday has in store for me, but I'm excited and eager to prove to Todd how much I love being with him. My husband, Mark takes an interest in my activity. Anxiety overwhelms me. "You've been different the past few months. You just seem in a good mood a lot and you are spending a lot more time on your appearance." He rubs my shoulder, "It's nice. You look good." I blush, panicking, what should I say? "I just want to be healthy, and am motivated to treat myself right." "I understand. I support that." He takes me in his arms and kisses me on the forehead. "I'm happy you feel good. You know I want to make you feel good. Do you think you might be in the mood tonight? It's been a little while." I hold him back, but nausea settles over me. What I'm doing. The truth. It's so wrong and so destructive, but I don't know how I could give it up now. I need this now. I have to separate it from this life somehow. My life with Mark, and my life with Todd, I have to be like two different people to make this work so guilt doesn't consume me. I have to do this. I think of the video on my phone and immediately am turned on. "I don't foresee any headache tonight." He holds me tighter, and a twisting sensation takes a hold of my insides. Like my intestines being turned in a meat grinder. I swallow and force it away, telling myself it's ok. I can be a good wife and still satisfy my desires. I can do this. The twisting subsides. I force it away. Friday. Luckily Mark left for more insurance adjustments. I can have the house to myself, with no excuses or explanations. I bought a brand new dress, dark blue, form fitting, that gives me at least little hips, and shows off my breasts a little. I took all afternoon getting ready and dolling myself up. I put on some fake eyelashes for the first time, quite an experience, but I did a passable job I think. Finally I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over. I was quite stunned. I don't think I had ever looked hotter before. I arrived at 8 pm sharp. It was a nice house with vehicles crowding the driveway and street out front. A heavy bass beat permeated from the residence. I nervously rang the door. The door opened a few inches and a black man in a tight white t shirt answered the door. He looked at me with menacing suspicious as music blared from the open door, a hostile sneer on and a skeptical scowl creased his face like they were cut with a rusted scalpel. His muscles bulged from under his shirt. "I'm Riley," I stutter, "Todd's friend?" His hostile look immediately turns into complete acceptance and friendliness as a wide honest smile fills his face. "Well come on in! My are we looking fine tonight! T is gonna be pleased with you! I'm G-Man," he put his hand out. I walked into the home and was amazed by his size. The door had been blocking most of him. I saw now he stood well over six feet tall, and was rippled with muscles. I moved to shake his hand and he laughed and pulled it away, engulfing my small frame in a big bear hug. "No handshakes here, baby. We all fam, hugs only. Come on, let me get you something to drink." We walk to the kitchen, there were a few people along the way whom G-Man slapped his hands with. They all looked at me and grinned, nodding their heads. I politely said hello, good evening, nodded my head in return. The house was nicely decorated, spotless. There was even some tasteful art adorning the walls. We found the kitchen. G-Man slapped the island counter. "Whataya have, pahtnah!" "Umm, what do you have?" "Ha ha!" When G-Man laughed his whole body laughed. "You funny, baby! What do you drink?" "I guess a mai tai would be nice." "One mai tai coming up," he called. His eyebrows lift, "But first..." He pulled two shot glasses from the dishwasher and slapped them on the counter. He filled both glasses. "You drink cognac?" "No." He opened the fridge and took a bottle of beer out, and put it on the counter after opening it. I see IPA written on the side. He fills both shot glasses with a bottle from under the island. He lifted his own and held it up. I took my own and raised it. He clinked his glass against mine, "To a long and satisfying relationship, one man to one beautiful woman. I gotta say, my brotha do have some taste!" It burned as I toss it back, and my face scrunched up. It tasted like brandy, but smoother. He pushed the beer forward and I chase the shot with it. It's bitter beer, but cool on my throat after the shot. He slammed the shot glass on the table, "Now for that mai tai." He started grabbing rum and juices from the counter and fridge, "I thought T said you were married." "I am." "Where's your ring at?" I'm surprised at his observation, "I left it at home." "Ohhh, don't worry about that thing. You always wear that when you hang out with us." He stopped and looked at me, "Got it?" and kind of clucked from the side of his mouth twice and smiled and winked. I laughed, "Ok." I watched him make my drink, moving around the kitchen smoothly and confidently. A few minutes later he pushed a hurricane glass filled with a deep red drink, complete with an orange slice, stepped back and pointed at me, "Boom, one mai tai, baby! Hey! Look who it is!" I turned and saw a gorgeous woman enter the kitchen. Her long hair is done up like an Athenian cauldron of glowing coals atop her head, then allowed to fall down, raining fire on the top of her neck. A white dress with a black design seductively covers a figure that seems to walk out from a James Bond movie. "Hey, big man!" she says as she is engulfed by G-Man's tree trunk arms, wrapping her own around him. "Jodi, this is Riley," G-Man gestures towards me, "T's girl. I just made her a drink. This is her first time hanging out. You should make her feel comfortable." He turns to me, "Riley, this is Jodi. She comes to see me from time to time." Jodi turns to me, penetrating emerald eyes, and a smile that curls up in a way not exactly trusting. "Hey." I smile, "Nice to meet you." "I got some boys to mind. You girls get to know each other. Riley, you need a drink, ask Jodi to mix one up for you, just don't expect one as good as mine." He laughs as he walks out. Jodi is looking me up and down, her grin wider and broader than ever. She's holding some blue colored drink. "First party, huh? How long you been with Todd?" "Yeah, I don't know a few months or so." She nods. "Have you shared a Black man with a girl yet?" Not a question you normally hear from someone you just met. My eyebrows furrow together. "No. Why?" She laughs, "Why do you think we're here?" and smiles wickedly at me. She grabs my drink and pushes it up to my mouth, holds it there after I start to put it down. "Don't worry. First time, it will be a little smoother. It is awesome though! You wait." She wraps her creamy porcelain arm inside mine and we walk into the living room. A room full of men talk and mill about. Two play a football video game hooked up to a gigantic television as a few others look on and cheer and jeer. For the first time ever in my life, I see myself as different. Jodi and I are white women, but every other person in the room is a man, and black. I see Todd across the room, G-Man talking into his ear over the loud music. He looks over at me and smiles, gets up. G-Man looks over at me and Jodi. His smile again, ear to ear. I decide I like him, he's so genuine and animated. Todd crosses the room and leans down, "Glad to see you made it. You look wonderful." He kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you," I answer and hold on to him before he can pull away, "Thank you for inviting me to your friend's party. It was nice." "I got a feeling about you. Just listen to Jodi," he says before disengaging. I turn to Jodi, curious. She smiles, pushes my drink up to my mouth and has me take a long drink. "Don't worry, I've been in your place before. Trust me." I'm a bit leery about trusting her, but her demeanor does seem to be more skeptical than hostile for some reason. She does seem honest as she points out different men and tells me about them. The names are interesting: Hitman, Beast, Anwar, Skeeter, Bukwon, Ka-Boom. She gives bios of each one, explaining the reason, or humorous explanation for the name, men who were converts to Islam, or, most curious, accounts of sexual proweress. All the while I'm aware of her physical contact with me, always touching me, caressing my leg or arm. It turns me on almost as much as the presence of so many black men surrounding me. Men start to shout at us to get drinks and beer. Some sweetly and politely ask. Jodi is quick to jump up and serve them, and I understand I should help her. Most are fairly easy drinks or just requests for bottles of beer. Jodi helps with the complicated ones. I blush as some call Jodi a "slut" or "whore" when asking for their drinks. She seems to relish it, and complies more eagerly. At first it seems rude and boorish, but I start to think it is hot, and wonder why they don't say the same to me. I try to keep my eye on Todd, but he is in and out of the room, talking with various men, on his phone. I see Smooth, I smile at him and he smiles and winks. Finally, I don't know how many drinks I had, but I was pretty out of it. I start to hear calls that sound like, "Get the bitches up! Where the women at? Let's get the women up!" Jodi wraps her arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to her. "Riley, it's showtime, just relax, okay?" I turn to look at her, ask her what she means, and her mouth is on mine, her tongue in my mouth. The initial kiss is evokes my programmed response even though I have been on sexual overload all night: I push away. Her mouth leaves mine. "This is what we're here for," she whispers. And kisses me again. I'm numb for a second, then kiss back, putting my hands on her shoulders, letting my desires go. Around us I can hear men cheering, shouting lewd suggestions. Jodi and I kiss for a minute then she stands up, pulling me to my feet. The living room is full of men now as Jodi leads me in front of the television. I have a second to see it no longer has video games on it, but pornography. A white woman is on a couch and three black men are around her, but I can't see more as Jodi pulls my head to her again. Someone has pulled away the coffee table, leaving the middle of the room empty. She kisses me again deeply, her hands trailing down my sides, behind my back, dropping down to the hem of my dress. She starts to pull it up slowly revealing more of my skin, my underwear, my matching black bra, over my head. Her mouth goes to my ear kissing and licking me, "Take my clothes off," she whispers. Reality is spinning around me, oh my god, if I thought sex with a stranger was bad, then sex with his stranger friend, now I'm making out with another women in front of a room full of twenty or thirty strangers. But it is so erotic. It is hot. Being watched by men. Black men. I'm so desired by all of them. That pushed me over the edge. I curled my fingers around the bottom of Jodi's dress and pulled up, pulling it off her body. I surrendered my inhibitions again and enjoyed Jodi's kiss and her touch on me, her hands pulling my panties down and her fingers touching me. I was shy still, only doing what she did to me. She'd take my bra off and I'd take her's off, she'd suck on my breasts, I'd suck on hers. Her fingers were touching me, I touched her. Meanwhile the men were going wild, yelling at us, calling us names, but I had only Jodi in my mind now. I noticed bright lights were on us, masking the crowd, but I was so into Jodi, I had barely noticed. Jodi kissed up my neck to my ear, nibbling so wonderfully, "Ready? This is where it really gets crazy! I'm going to push you to the ground, on your back, spread your legs, and enjoy a few hours of heaven!" She didn't give me a chance to respond. She put her hand on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my back. Before I could think a man was between my legs, entering me, I put my hands out to push him away, but found myself caressing his chest. Then Jodi was laying down. We were opposite, so that if I turned my head, she was upside down, but our cheeks were together. I noticed another man was fucking her now. She turned her head and started kissing me, it was strange from an upside down position. But erotic, as I could feel the man fucking me begin to rise to climax as I French kissed Jodi, finally he pulled out and positioned himself above Jodi and my faces, cum spraying over our locked lips. Another man took his place, while Jodi's man began to cum on us, semen spattering our cheeks and face, eyes and lips, as Jodi and I kissed each other and moaned into each other's mouths. It was nirvana, and it was even hotter because I knew Jodi loved it also, we were both making out while getting fucked by black man after black man, and they were cumming over our kissing faces. We lapped it up off each other's faces and lips and I was cumming so hard, and she was too, her body shuddering, one hand clenched in my hair, as we kissed! It seemed like it would never end and it was so hot! At one point, a huge shadow descended on me, and I knew it was G-Man. When he entered me it was like a freight train, stretching me and sending me into yowls of pleasure. I looked up and saw Todd over Jodi. Both of them fucking us like only black men can, their hips like pistons driving into us! My hands explored G-Man's rippled body, the curvature of his waist and ass as he drove into me. Then, they were both releasing onto Jodi and me. Both of us kissing, lapping cum from each other's cheeks, chins, lips and mouths. Then they were gone and another round started. I would have thought I would have been worn out far faster, I have no idea how many men were in me, but in total, I think Jodi and I shared twenty to thirty men. I don't know if any had both of us. I don't know, it seemed to happen so fast, but then it was over. I don't even know how it ended, Jodi was pulling me up. The guys were cheering, whistling, and the music so loud. I stood up wobbly, drunk on alcohol and sex. She pulled me against her and we kissed deeply, her hands groping my body, I was too out of it to control my body. I could feel sex dripping down my cheeks and neck, running down my chest and between my breasts. Numb with exhilaration and enjoyment, so satisfied and happy! If this wasn't heaven, than I couldn't understand how heaven felt! Finally she was pulling me, I followed her. The lights were bright as she pulled me into a room. "Nice! You did great! What did you think?" I was disoriented. It took a few seconds to realize I was in a bathroom. Reality descended on me. I was looking at Jodi's face. Her hair was ruined, locks twisted around every which way. Her hair, red like a black sailor's night, was now crossed with semen like wispy clouds. Her face was shiny. A large dollop dipped down her earring and hung below it. I looked down and saw I had only one heel on. Was that why I felt like I was walking on a ship? I was out of it. I remember little snippets, snapshots. I imagined my own face looked the same way as Jodi's. And exhilaration took me away for a second. I heard water running. I looked toward it, vision returned, Jodi was splashing water on my face. "Huh?" Jodi put both her hands on my cheeks and kissed me, "Relax, I can tell what you loved it. You're for real!" "Todd didn't have sex with me," I muttered. Jodi looked at me for a few seconds. "Riley. Don't get too involved. Your white, He has a Black cock, that's like two magnets. You start thinking He's the love of your life or something, you're gonna get in trouble. It's sex, you're like me, we like Black men, that's it. Don't start thinking Todd is going to be your husband or anything." I can hear things in her words she doesn't say. I can't explain; how she says certain words. Maybe it was the alcohol. Reality was returning to me, I started to wash up. "I thought you were G-Man's girl?" Jodi laughed, "I'm every Black man's girl. G-Man just treats me like fuckmeat better than most men can." Jodi stood up, "Riley, you sound like a nice girl. Maybe too nice. Don't get too wrapped up over Todd. There are lots of Black men out there. You get too wrapped up with one guy..." she shook her head. "I've known lots of women who were trophy wives or stuck up college girls, and they got too wrapped up in one guy, and turned into welfare mothers selling their ass for spending money." She touched my arm, "There's lots of Black men out there, but take care of yourself, you're number one. They'll say you're Their number one bitch, but you ain't number one, honey. They are. Keep yourself number one. But that doesn't mean you can't get what you need." "Oooh, baby, are you alright?" Mark grabs my waist softly. Three days later he came home from being on the road. "Oh, it's nothing, I just think I pulled a muscle while working out." "You have a bit of limp, buttercup! Take it easy! I thought you were getting to the gym a little too often." He rubs my back. The twisting starts, just a little, and then subsides. I'm here now. With my husband. I turn and kiss him on the cheek. "Yeah, I need to make sure I stretch more before I work out." I told the same lie to myself the past two days. Over and over until a part of me believed it. The lie came out easily. Sometime, maybe tomorrow or the day after, maybe tonight, I'll be my other self. But right now I'm my husband's wife. To be continued...