2 comments/ 141012 views/ 18 favorites From Housewife to Whore Ch. 01 By: Nigela Lamont My name is Mona Freidman and I am a petite, some would say pretty, forty-five year old housewife with dark brown shoulder length hair and a reubenesque figure. I have been married to my husband Stanley for twenty-two years. My husband is average height, has short blond hair, and although he's put on a few pounds over the years he is still a very good-looking man. To all outward appearances, we are an average middle class couple living a conventional lifestyle but nothing could be farther from the truth. I 'd like to tell you how our marriage changed from dull and mundane, to a wild and exhilarating experience I wouldn't trade for the world. Like so many couples, our relationship had lost its spark over the years and settled into a safe predictable routine. We had each found different interests and our sex life had diminished until it was almost non-existent. I felt that if we didn't do something about it very soon our marriage was going to be in serious trouble. We desperately needed to come together again and put some fun back in our life. I knew I had to talk with Stanley before it was too late. I sat down with him to underline my concerns, and to his credit, he agreed with me and actually came up with a solution. One of his coworkers had had similar problems and had taken up dance lessons with his wife. The two of them really enjoyed it and it had healed their relationship, so Stanley suggested we give it a try. I thought it was a wonderful idea. It sounded like a lot of fun and we could do it as a couple. Stanley got the phone book and we searched through the yellow pages until we found a dance studio that sounded right for us. The John Manley Dance Studios taught a variety of dance steps and as it was only about a fifteen-minute drive from home, we decided to phone and set up an appointment. John Manley, the owner and lead instructor explained that his studio did not give individual lessons but there was an opening in his slow dance class on Tuesday night. He told us slow dance was a good step for beginners, and if we liked it, we could go on from there to try our hand at nightclub two-step, the cha-cha, and west and east coast swing. He also hinted that we had better act fast as the openings filled up very quickly, so Stanley told him to go ahead and sign us up. Much to our surprise when we showed up for our first class we discovered John was an African American. I'd never been prejudiced, but until that night, I hadn't had much to do with black people and I felt a little uncomfortable. I should also mention that John was very good-looking and much younger than I had expected. To my great relief, in spite of his size, he had a gentle manner that quickly put my fears to rest, and I found him to be both a gentleman and a very good teacher. John felt it made us better dancers when we danced with the other students, and if any woman came on her own he would act as her partner. I always looked forward to dancing with him because he seemed to take a little extra time with me, and I have to admit I liked the attention. One night I felt John getting an erection as we danced. At first, I thought I was imagining it but by the end of the dance, I was sure he'd been rubbing his cock against my tummy. I think Stanley knew something was up because I was blushing so much after dancing with John. The next couple of lessons confirmed my suspicions. John started to dance with me far more frequently and snuggled his cock into me every time. More than once, I felt his hands brush across my ass when no one was looking. I have to admit attracting a tall and handsome black man ten years younger than me was good for my ego. My panties were always soaking by the time we got home. One Tuesday night my husband phoned to tell me he had to work late. Knowing how much I enjoyed dancing he said that perhaps I should go on my own. Stanley was a florist, and if he had a big order to fill, he'd often work late. Tonight he had a wedding to do, and he told me he wouldn't be home before eleven thirty. He said I could fill him in on whatever he missed later. Little did he know just how much I would be filling him in on. I was so excited I felt like a giggling teenager. John always met for coffee with a few of the dancers after every lesson and he'd always made a special point of asking if Stanley and I were going, but as Stanley didn't like to socialize, we'd always gone straight home. Tonight for the very first time I was able to say yes. At the diner seven of us squeezed into a large round booth meant for six and I maneuvered it so I could sit next to John. No one else would have noticed but John pressed his leg up against mine, and when I stole a quick look under the table I saw a very prominent bulge in the front of his trousers. The other dancers began to drift off home but John and I ordered a refill on our coffee and lingered behind. At that point I was so turned on I didn't care what anyone thought. If anything, it only made what we were doing even more exciting. After everyone had left, the two of us sat there in silence with our legs still touching. John smiled at me and made a confession and it all seemed so natural "You know I'm very attracted to you don't you Mona? I can see it in your eyes." "John," I protested, "you know this is wrong. I'm a married woman, and besides, I'm much older than you." "You're a lovely lady Mona, and your age doesn't matter, you seem so much younger. Please...I know you're married but nothing that feels this good could possibly be wrong. This incredible attraction we have for each other. You feel it too, don't you?" "God yes," I whimpered. "I shouldn't, but I do! Oh John, what on earth can we do? Nothing good can ever come of this." "Please, don't say that Mona, just follow your instincts and let go for once in your life." John kissed me and I felt myself melting into his embrace. Barely three weeks ago I had been concerned about his color, and now we were shamelessly flaunting our desire for each other in a busy restaurant. I think the waitress was worried we'd get carried away with ourselves, because she gave us a disapproving look then brought John our bill. We were barely in the parking lot when John slipped his hand up inside my sweater, squeezing my breasts as he tugged up my skirt with his other hand. I fumbled with his zipper then came to my senses, remembering where we were. "Please John," I gasped, "we can't... not here... not like this!" "Let's drive back to the studio!" he suggested. "We can use my office. No one will see us in there!" "Oh, god yes... hurry John... I'll meet you there!" Once we were safely ensconced in John's office we were all over each other. John kissed my neck and ears, his breath sending shivers up and down my spine, as he hiked my skirt up over my waist. I fumbled at his belt, and then pulled down on his zipper. He swept the top of his desk clear with the back of his hand, laid me down on it, and literally ripped off my panties. Grasping his huge ebony cock in my tiny hand, I made a frantic attempt to guide it into my pussy. My pussy began to lubricate helping his cock on its mission, and it slowly eased up inside me, working its way into my womb. My face flushed with pride at seeing John's whole length buried in my swollen gash, its blackness contrasting with my pale white flesh. I lay back savoring the moment, enjoying the fullness of him, then John began to fuck me in earnest. "Yes...oh god yesss!" I sobbed, as he savagely slammed himself into me. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god, yes, you beautiful, beautiful man!" John's pace quickened and I felt his heavy balls pounding against my asshole as he worked the two of us into a mad, lust-filled frenzy. I frantically clung to him, unwilling to let go until he had completely finished me off. "Oh, god Mona," he grunted, "your cunt feels so tight! I'm sorry but I'm not going to last very long baby!" Hearing John's warning I hung on even tighter, digging my nails into his back and preparing to receive his load of fresh creamy jism. "This is it baby!" John panted. "It's coming... oh god it's coming...oh fuck yesssss!" "John...Oh god John...it's so hot...so very hot...oh my god, oh my god, I'm coming tooo!" I clung to John, and wrapped my legs around him, moaning and groaning as he pumped his seemingly never-ending load into me. When he finally pulled out of my pussy, I was a changed woman. For the first time in my life, I knew how good it felt to be fucked by a well-hung black man. ******************** John's fucking had turned me into a cock hungry slut. That night I went home, cleaned myself up, and waited for Stanley to come home. When he arrived, I dragged him into the bedroom and sucked him off, closing my eyes and pretending he was John. I was so turned on we had amazing sex every night that week. Tuesday night finally came. I could hardly wait to go dancing again but if I'd known what John was going to say, I'd never have gone. Before the lesson began he made an announcement that turned my world upside down "Listen up everybody; before I give tonight's lesson I have some good and some bad news for you. First, I'll give you the good news. As many of you are aware my lovely wife Arlene has been working on finishing her doctorate. Well, all her hard work has finally paid off, and she's been given an offer she can't refuse. It looks like we'll be moving to Chicago because she has been offered a full time position at the University of Illinois!" I stood there next to Stanley in stunned silence, I felt like a complete fool. John had never said anything to me about a wife! Then he finished his announcement. "Okay, now for the bad part. I'm sorry but because Arlene is relocating, I'm going to have to close down the studio in two weeks time. I want you all to know I've enjoyed working with each and everyone of you. Please forgive me for giving such short notice. I would have told you sooner but we've only just found out ourselves." Before anyone could see the devastated look on my face I rushed out of the hall. Stanley hurried after me and caught my arm. Hot salty tears ran down my cheeks as I sobbed my heart out. "Mona. What's wrong? What's happened?" Stanley sounded so kind and so caring that all of my pain and sorrow came bubbling up out of me. I buried my head in his shoulder, weeping and wailing, confessing what I'd done last Tuesday. How did I get to such a point, where I found myself confessing to my wonderful husband how much my new lover had hurt me? Would he ever be able to forgive me? On the drive home, I sat with my head hung in shame. The silence from Stanley was worse than any anger. We pulled up in our driveway and he turned to face me. His voice was so calm it scared me. "Mona, we are going to go up to bed now, and then you are going to tell me everything you've done. I want to understand where we've gone wrong." ******************* Once we were upstairs, I showered and climbed into bed with Stanley. Seeing his sad bewildered face I hardly knew where to start. "Please honey, I know you're hurt but it was only the one time. I just couldn't help myself!" "Only once? Is that supposed to make me feel better? My god Mona," he cried. "If you couldn't resist him then, how will you ever resist it if another big black stud comes along?" "I don't know honey, I just don't know!" I sobbed. "I've been a fool. Now I understand why you've been so excited this week. Tell me Mona, is he bigger than me down there? Is that it? Is he what they call well hung?" "I...I guess so," I admitted. "He... he's about twelve inches long." Stanley nodded. His voice became even quieter. "Well, that is an awful lot bigger than me isnt it? Do you like that Mona, him being that much bigger? Does it make it better because it's big and black?" "Please Stanley, even if I did like it my feelings for you haven't changed. I'm sorry honey, I don't want to hurt you but his cock was so long it hit a special place in me, and because it was so thick I just kept coming and coming!" Stanley sounded sadder, more resigned. "Well I have a confession to make too Mona. I know what you did was wrong, but do you want to hear something really crazy? I have a hard on from listening to you telling me about it! There is something so sexy about the idea of you fucking a black guy. I can understand why you got hurt about John having a wife. What I don't understand is why it would turn me on so much if you did it again with another black guy." "Oh Stanley," I blushed, "I know I shouldn't be, but I'm getting excited about the idea too! " ******************** From then on, whenever we made love I would often have to tell Stanley how I'd fucked John. Sometimes I even made up extra details because it got the two of us so excited. It progressed to where we were actually considering me finding another man to fuck while Stanley watched. Of course, I knew the chances of meeting another black man were very slim but I hadn't considered Stanley's resourcefulness. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he'd ever find a way make our fantasy come true. Then one night I got a big surprise. Stanley had been surfing the internet and found an interracial website run by an attractive woman called Sue. Sue and her husband hosted weekly parties where white married women could have sex with black males. Their website called the practice cuckolding, and it made me feel better knowing others had done what I had done. Apparently, it was quite common for middle-aged men to be turned on watching their wives fuck well-hung black males. I'd had no idea people did such things in real life, let alone photograph them, so when Stanley came up with the website I was shocked. The website had lots of pictures of Sue sucking on big black cocks while her husband watched, and they started a fire going between my legs that traveled all the way to my nipples. Stanley enthusiastically showed me the website, asking me to imagine how it would feel to be in Sue's place and saying we had a wonderful opportunity to make our fantasy come true. Playing me like a violin, he quickly took advantage of my newfound love for black men and told me that he would love to take me to one of the parties. The idea had me so hot Stanley actually managed to talk me into going. Before I'd had a chance to change my mind he'd phoned the number on the site and told Sue we were coming later that evening ******************* "Boy Mona, I sure wasn't expecting this rain. It's really hard to see where we're going!" My husband wiped off the condensation on the inside of the windshield with a rag and peered through it into the dark rainy night. "We should be getting there really soon," he said hopefully. 'Sue's husband told me it was just past the convenience store. There...that must the one he was talking about over there." Stanley drove past a 7-11 on the corner of the street and pulled up in front of an older three-story brick apartment building. I'd already downed three large glasses of wine earlier to calm my nerves but I still felt nervous. Despite my apprehension, my panties were very damp. I studied the apartment building and its surroundings then breathed a sigh of relief. It was a typical middle class neighborhood, neat and tidy and nothing at all like I'd been expecting. Stanley switched on the overhead light and double-checked the address he'd been given. "Well Mona, this is it. 6996 Andrews Avenue. And it looks like we're right on time," he added, checking his watch. "We'd better take an umbrella with us or were going to get soaked." "Come on baby, try to relax, you'll do just fine. All the guys are going to love your big tits and nice soft round ass." "Stanley, I should never have let you talk me into this. You're probably going to be disappointed in me, because I'm still not sure if I really want to go through with this." He looked over at me and gave me a reassuring smile. Mona you know I wouldn't make you do anything you didn't want to, everything's up to you," Stanley assured me. "Just watch what goes on, and then see how you feel about it. If nothing else, it will be an interesting evening. After all, how often do we get to watch a live sex show?" "Oh all right, since we've come this far I'll go up there," I agreed. I was feeling very horny but my old self was still putting up a struggle. "But you have to promise you won't be disappointed if all I do is watch." "Of course I won't be sweetheart," Stanley said. "But at least wait and see how you feel after the main event. Then, if you want to have a little fun that will be just fine and if not, well that will be okay too. Believe me. I'm probably as nervous as you are, for all I know I might change my mind before you do. The main event Stanley was referring to was a gangbang involving Sue. Sue was going to take on a large group of well-endowed black men, after which everyone else was free to join in. I'd seen lots of pictures of Sue performing and she had a nice trim body for a woman in her early forties. "Okay Stanley, I'll agree to go up and meet these people but if I tell you I want to go I don't want any arguing, okay? But listen to me. I'm only doing this to make you happy. I don't want you thinking I'm going to hop into bed with just any 'Tom, Dick or Harry.' This 'Sue' might be slutty enough to do things like that but I certainly wouldn't." " Mona," he said, "you're hardly an angel yourself. Don't forget, your affair with John is what started all this. Try to have an open mind about it. I'm sure if you give it half a chance you won't regret coming tonight." Stanley quickly got out of the car and ran around to open my door, trying to shield me from the wind and driving rain with his umbrella. Unfortunately, as soon as I climbed out the door the wind blew the umbrella inside out, and it was no use at all. I hadn't anticipated the rain and was only wearing a light, white cotton blouse and my favorite black wrap around skirt. By the time we got to the apartment's front door, I was completely drenched and wishing I'd followed my husband's example. Ever practical, Stanley always kept a coat in his car. He scanned the names on the intercom till he found Sue's apartment and pushed the button. After a short wait, a woman who I assumed to be Sue answered in a low husky woman's voice. "Hello, can I help you?" My husband coughed to clear his throat and spoke into the intercom. "Hi, I'm Stanley Freidman. I'm here with my wife, Mona. I called about attending your party tonight?" "Oh yes, you're the fellow that called earlier today, I'm glad you could make it. Come right on up Stanley. When you get to the top, we're the second apartment on your left as you leave the elevator." The intercom gave off a loud buzz and Stanley quickly grabbed the door. "Well this it baby," he said holding the door open for me with an awkward grin. "I guess it's now or never." I was far too nervous to speak so Stanley took my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze as he ushered me into the elevator. We stood in silence as it slowly made its way to the top floor and opened its doors with a loud hiss. Stanley found the apartment number and gently rapped on the door. Sue's husband let us in with a big welcoming smile. "Come in, come in!" He said in a jovial voice. "It's Stanley and Mona, right? I'm Howard, Sue's husband," he said. "My goodness, you're soaking wet! The bathroom is down the hall on the right and you can towel yourself off." I tried my best to dry myself off, and then I rejoined Howard and my husband who were still chatting in the foyer. "Okay, are you ready for this now?" Howard chuckled. We both nodded and the man wrapped a friendly arm around Stanley's shoulder, and took me by my hand. He led the two of us into a small but nicely furnished living room. From Housewife to Whore Ch. 01 "Let me get you two a drink then I'll introduce you to everyone. Our little shindig has only just started, so there are not many people here yet. Anyway, I'm just terrible with names so it makes the introductions a heck of a lot easier. There will be lots more people joining us a little later on this evening. Oh, and this lovely lady here is Sue of course." Howard turned to his wife "Hon, would you look after Stanley and Mona while I get them a drink? Excuse me. I'll just leave you with Sue and go get you two a glass of punch." Sue was prettier in real life than she appeared in her pictures. She wore a short green sleeveless dress that complimented a head of red curly hair that stopped just above her neck. She was very affable and down to earth and as we talked, I couldn't help wondering how a pretty, middle-aged housewife like Sue had become such a slut. Howard returned with our punch. He smiled at his wife and winked as he handed us our drinks. "You'd better keep an eye on this one Sue. You might have some stiff competition tonight from Mona. Our new friend Stanley's very lucky to have someone so lovely to share." I blushed deeply and explained that being here was all Stanley's idea. I was only here to watch. Howard was like a favorite old sweater, easy to like and though he was somewhat corny, he had an easy familiarity about him that made you feel right at home. I noticed Stanley was beginning to relax a little too, as Howard and Sue put us at ease. The first people we met were three gorgeous African American men named Willis, Sam, and Jerome. Sam, the smallest of the three stood about six feet tall. Jerome and Willis were probably closer to six feet-nine. All three of them were very powerful looking and looked like they belonged on a football team. Willis reminded me a lot of John. I blushed as he smiled and squeezed my tiny hand in his. As with John, there was an obvious attraction there. I could tell Stanley noticed too, and in hindsight, I think it was then that I knew there was no turning back. Howard then took us over to meet Carl and Sara, the only other white couple at the party. Sara was fiercely intelligent looking. She was a brunette like me, but she was slender while I was quite busty. Her husband Carl, a tall blonde Germanic looking man with an air of superiority, leered at me as he took my hand, looking me up and down and undressing me with his eyes. I saw Sara doing it too, and I looked down at myself. I turned bright red as I realized my wet clothing was clinging to my body exposing my hardened nipples. Meeting Willis had got me quite stirred up because even though I knew it was wrong I found myself enjoying the couples' gaze a lot. As we chatted, Sara discovered Stanley owned a flower shop. She said she'd always been interested in flower arranging so the two of them quickly hit it off and became engrossed in conversation. The buzzer rang, announcing more guests, and Howard and Sue went off to answer the door leaving me standing there alone with Carl. "Can I get you another glass of punch Mona?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence. "Why yes thank you Carl, that would be very nice." Carl took my glass and went off to the kitchen. He returned with two very full glasses and handed one to me. "This is your first time at one of these parties isn't it Mona?" he asked. His faint smile told me he already knew the answer to his question. "Y...Yes it is," I stammered. Is it that obvious? How did you know?" "Oh, I suppose you could call me a student of human nature. I pride myself on my ability to read people." "I don't quite understand...what do you mean by that?" I asked, praying he couldn't tell how attracted I was to him. "Well let's take you for example Mona, I know you'd like to think coming here was your husband's idea, but wasn't it really you that planted the seed? I don't know your story, but I'd be willing to bet you were the one that first brought up sleeping with a black man. I can also see that you are very attracted to Willis over there, and myself and my wife," he added with a smirk. "You're one of us, you know." I'd never met anyone with so much sexual power. Carl scared me to death. He could read me like a book and although I couldn't understand it, I sensed a kindred spirit in him. "Why, how dare you." I said angrily. I think I was angrier at the fact that I had come as he spoke to me, than at the truth of his words. "For your information, you're way off the mark!" I said with a huff. With that, I turned on my heel, and quickly went over and took my husband's hand, retrieving him from Sara. For the next couple of hours, as more and more people arrived, Stanley and I mingled, making ourselves comfortable, and chatting. It felt just like a normal cocktail party and not an organized gangbang. Every now and then, I'd notice Carl look over at me and whisper something to Sara, and his infuriating smile would cause me to blush once again. Everyone was very friendly and so natural about Sue's impending gangbang. I found I was actually looking forward to watching her fuck all of the men. Howard must have read my mind because he soon turned down the music to get everyone's attention. He looked around the room at all the guests and smiled, speaking as casually as if the prize was a cheap box of chocolates, and not first crack at his wife. "I'd like to thank everyone for coming, both now, and later on," he joked. "Now if all of you are ready, we can begin. Sue's going to give each of you a pencil and a piece of paper. I'd like everyone that wants to be with Sue tonight, to write his or her names down on the paper and drop it into this shoebox. Whoever's name I draw will get her first, and after that, you can all take turns with my little slut. Please remember the rules, there's to be no photos taken by anyone, myself excluded of course." All of the black men and to my surprise, even Sara, lined up and dropped their names in the box. Howard made a real show of fishing around in it and drew out a slip of paper. He unfolded the paper, looked at it, and held it up in the air with a flourish. "Well, well, the winner is none other than Willis! Congratulations my boy, I have to tell you Willis, I think Sue will be very happy with the ticket I picked." Willis was such a beautiful specimen of manhood I felt quite jealous of Sue and wished I were in her place. I watched as he walked over and picked her up in his arms as if she were a child, carried her over to the sofa and gently set her down. Sue stripped down to her tiny white lace bra and panties then got down on her knees and waited while Willis removed his shirt and slacks. He pulled down his white Calvin Klein briefs, and I gasped as his cock sprang into view. It was even bigger than John's and as thick as my wrist. Black as coal, and curved like a banana it stood proudly waving in the air before Sue's face. My pussy began to lubricate as he touched the precum dripping head of it to Sue's full, cherry red lips. He backed away slightly and a strand of precum hung between his cock and her mouth swaying obscenely. The crowd grew quiet and moved in closer to watch the obscene act. Willis stood there looking like a giant ebony god, and then, using both hands held Sue's head still, and pushed his cock between her lips. I felt as if I were witness to some kind of primitive fertility rite. His deep manly voice broke the silence. "Suck it for me, cunt! Sue moaned in supplication and began to suck his giant cock. Cupping his ball sac in the palm of one hand, she squeezed it gently as she slowly milked his glistening saliva coated cock with the other. In the meantime, Howard slipped off her panties, exposing her damp hairy sex to everyone's gaze. I could smell the musky scent of her aroused cunt. My hand stole surreptitiously under the fold of my skirt, rubbing my engorged clitoris through my damp silk panties as Sue pumped Willis's magnificent cock. I stole a glance around the room. My husband and some of the other men had their cocks out, beating themselves off as they watched. I could see by the pained expression on Willis's face he was getting ready to come, and then he surprised me by easing his cock out from Sue's mouth. He bent her over the couch with her ass towards the partygoers. The erotic act enthralled me so much that Carl startled me, coming up behind me and whispering in my ear. I quickly pulled my hand out from under my skirt, hoping he hadn't noticed. "Don't be shy and try to hide it Mona," he said in a hushed voice. "We're all here for the same reason. Move in closer so you can get a better view while you play with yourself. Go on, I know you want to!" "Please...leave me alone!" I whispered, pulling away from him, but he was right. I did want to. Trying not to be obvious about it, I moved up closer. I could understand why men liked the doggy position so much. Sue's full round ass and swollen hairy cunt looked so inviting that I envied Willis, wishing I had a cock of my own to fuck her with. I was learning a lot about myself in a very short time. Willis moved behind Sue and positioned his cock, then in one long smooth stroke, pushed forward and buried it up to his pubic hair inside her. Hanging on to the soft white flesh of her ass, he began to fuck her like an animal, his balls swinging wildly beneath him as he pounded away at her relentlessly. Before very long his balls began to tighten. Holding her tightly in place, he let out a loud savage bellow, filling her with his thick creamy cum. The men that were jacking off on either side of Sue cried out too, and let their loads fly hitting both sides of her face simultaneously. Willis slowly and reluctantly backed away, leaving her cunt gaping, filled with hot sperm. Another man came forward and took his place. Before long, he too had made his own deposit in Sue's insatiable pussy. The rest of the men followed suit. By the time they were finished Sue was covered with cum, and leaking it from every opening. I remembered Sue's gangbang was only just the beginning, and it was time for everyone else to let their hair down. Sexual energy filled the room and if I really let myself go, there was no telling what I might do. My attraction to Willis, Carl, and Sara tempted me so much I didn't know which way to turn. I was so scared of myself I went up to my husband and asked to be taken home. ******************* The next day I told my husband that I'd decided I would only have sex with him. I confessed that I had found parts of Howard and Sue's party exciting but I'd concluded it was morally wrong. When he began to protest, I reminded him that he'd said he could live with whatever decision I made. I made him promise he would never mention it again. Stanley kept his part of the bargain but I was to find out very shortly that his will power was far greater than my own. Two weeks passed by, but the memories of the party kept flooding my mind. My head was filled with pornographic images of the things I'd seen, and at night when I made love with Stanley, all I could think about was having sex with Willis, Carl, or even Sara while Stanley looked on. They say that whatever you think in secret will come to pass. I was about to find out for myself how true that was. From Housewife to Whore Ch. 02 One day I thought I'd surprise Stanley at work and take him out for lunch. I decided to wear something that I only wore on special occasions, a little black stretch mini dress that fit me like a glove, and my black and white sling back Gucci heels. I was on my way to his store after doing a little window-shopping when some young construction workers stopped what they were doing, and whistled appreciatively. It was nice to know I could still get a reaction at forty years old and I was feeling very pleased with myself, when I suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Why, hello Mona, what a nice surprise! What are you doing here?" I never dreamed I'd ever run into anyone from Sue's party and once I'd gotten over my initial surprise, I started to blush. It was Carl, and he was leaning against a shiny black limousine and chatting with Willis! "I...uh...I've been doing a little shopping and was just going to get some lunch." "Well that's terrific! Willis and I were about to have lunch at my private club. You can be our guest," Carl said, looking genuinely pleased. Subconsciously I think I was hoping he would ask because I didn't say I was on my way to meet Stanley. Carl seemed kinder and gentler than I remembered and I was tempted but my conscience took over and I started to make my excuses. Then Willis spoke up in that wonderful deep voice of his and changed my mind. "Mona, please, say yes! I wanted to get to know you better and when you left the party early, I was just devastated. I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Carl and I had just been talking about how pretty you are, and presto! Just like magic you're here! Please, Mona. Say you'll join us!" "Well alright," I giggled. "How could I ever turn down a lovely invitation like that?" Stanley didn't really know I was coming so I told myself what I was doing was okay, but deep down I knew it was wrong. Carl's chauffeur bowed politely and opened the door of the limo for me. It even had a built in bar so Carl made us drinks on the way. His club was located in the financial district and we were treated with so much deference, that when the maitre'de led us to an intimate private booth I got the impression it was reserved strictly for Carl. Whatever he did for a living, he was obviously a very wealthy man. Dining on lemon sole and sipping imported French champagne with two handsome men in an exclusive private club was foreign to me. When Stanley and I had lunch together it was usually a rushed affair, as he was always in such a hurry to get back to work. The waiter constantly topped up my glass with chilled champagne and I was getting quite giddy. Thankfully, Carl and Willis were tactful. There'd been no mention of Sue's party, and the drinks were making the lunch very comfortable. Still I suspected they hadn't asked me out just to discuss the weather, so when I felt Carl's hand on my knee it didn't come as a total surprise. I was surprised however, when I felt Willis's hand working its way up the inside of my other leg. I let out a slight whimper and raised my bum to allow them to slip off my panties. Knowing the waiter could enter the room at any moment made it all seem so wicked. Being finger fucked in an exclusive restaurant by a married man while a black man felt my tits was so perverse that I started to cry out in ecstasy. I was sobbing and babbling incoherently when Carl suddenly withdrew his fingers from my dripping snatch. "It's your turn now Mona," Carl ordered, in a voice that left no doubt that he expected me to obey. I reached for their two cocks to jack them off. "That's not what I had in mind," he snapped. "I want you to show us what a slut you are by blowing Willis under the table for me." Carl had such a hold on me I think if he'd asked me to suck off every man in his club I would have done so gladly. Taking my napkin with me to put under my knees I ducked down under the table. I was about to suck off my first black man. My instinct told me that he was to be the first of many. Willis took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was slippery with precum and so thick I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it. I was surprised at how hefty and solid it felt. My wedding ring sparkled on my hand reminding me that I was married, and I hesitated for just a moment. "Suck it Mona," Carl whispered, "go on you cheap cunt, swallow that big black dick! Show us how slutty you can be!" Carl knew I liked being told what to do so his dirty words were just the right catalyst for me to begin. Savoring the saltiness of his precum, I gingerly kissed the tip of Willis's huge cock, and then took it between my lips, feeling it throbbing on the inside of my cheeks. His big hands gripped the back of my head, holding me still as I sucked him off. Not that there was any need, I wanted Willis to come so badly. The only other cock I'd ever sucked was Stanley's and that was just the once after I was excited from fucking John. Having Carl ordering me to do it to Willis was so much better. It gave me permission to be as dirty as I wanted, and what I wanted was to be the best cocksucker Willis ever had. Between my licking and sucking, it wasn't too long before I felt him swelling up in my mouth getting ready to let his load go. I was beginning to understand Sue's fetish for giant black cocks. Knowing that I was the cause of Willis's erection made me feel very powerful and at that moment, nothing was more important to me than bringing him off. I felt so wanted to have a cock over twice the size of Stanley's about to come in my mouth. ***************** Hours later Carl and Willis copped one last feel, quickly kissed me goodbye, then playfully slapped my bottom and said they'd see me at Sue's next party. I staggered up to my front door. I'd just had the best sex of my life but in the process I'd become just like Sue, nothing but a cheap whore. The only thing I could do now was to tell my husband I'd cheated on him again and beg for his forgiveness. I unlocked the door and tiptoed into the house praying Stanley would be asleep so I could delay my confession. However, it was not to be. He'd been sitting in his housecoat waiting in the dark, and it startled me when he rose from his chair and switched on the light. "Mona, where on earth have you been?" he cried. "You've been gone for hours! I've been so worried I was ready to call the police." Stanley stared at me in disbelief. Somewhere along the way, one of my shoulder straps had been torn off. Besides my brand new dress being tattered and torn, I'd also lost my bra and I was having a very hard time keeping my breasts from spilling out. "My God, what's happened to you?" His eyes traveled downwards and took in the semen that had filled the crotch of my panties and was seeping out and slowly running down my legs. He cringed when he saw my smudged lipstick, the hickies that covered my neck and breasts, and the dried cum in my hair. It was obvious what I'd been up to. Last time Stanley had been so gentle. This time his anger scared me. "You filthy fucking slut!" he cried, "You've been cheating on me again!" Tears of rage welled up in his eyes and I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. Thinking I'd lost my husband forever, I begged and pleaded with him to forgive me. "I'm so sorry Stanley," I wept. "Please forgive me!" "How can I ever trust you again Mona?" he sobbed. "Can you tell me that?" "I don't know Stanley. I just don't know what to say...what can I possibly say to make this right?" "You can try telling me the truth for a start," he said, his voice grew quieter. "Did you enjoy it?" "Please Stanley, I can't lie to you... yes, of course I did." "Did...did you enjoy it a lot?" he asked, his voice choking. "How can I possibly answer that without hurting you even more?" "Who was it Mona? Who did you fuck this time?" "Stanley I couldn't help myself.... It was Carl, Carl and Willis.... I ran into them downtown. Please, say you'll forgive me." "You did both of them? My god, you're an even bigger slut than I thought you were! Get in the shower and wash that filth off yourself, I can't stand the sight of you." "Yes... I'll try...I'm so very sorry Stanley," I wailed as I stumbled up the stairs. ******************** After twenty minutes in a scalding hot shower, I began to sober up a little. I toweled myself dry and brushed my hair, then sprayed on some strong perfume to cover the smell of sex that seemed to ooze from every pore of my body. Reluctantly I crept into the bedroom and got under the covers. Stanley lay there in our big bed, facing the wall and waiting in icy silence. I hesitantly reached out my hand and touched his shoulder. "Don't touch me, you whore!" he hissed angrily. "There's no telling where you've been!" I lay there facing his back in the light of the dawn. I remembered how much he'd wanted me to fuck another man and my shame fell away, I began to get angry. It wasn't my fault he'd changed his mind after I'd done it. "Damn it Stanley, cant you see this is all your fault?" I yelled. "If you hadn't nagged me so much about wanting to watch me with another man, I'd never have done it again!" Stanley rolled over to face me. "It's all my fault now is it? I suppose John was my fault too. Don't you remember I was to be there to watch? Am I the only one that remembers? We had an agreement, and you seem to have forgotten that." "God damn you Stanley, give me a break! What did you think would happen? Did you really think you could take me to watch some slut fuck over a dozen well-hung men and not have it affect me? Now listen to me Stanley Freemont, and listen well. Yes, I fucked John and now I've fucked Carl and Willis too and what's more loved it! I loved it so much that I can't stop now. You're just going to have to learn to live with me doing it whenever I get the urge! There, now I've told you the truth!" I could see Stanley struggling to accept what I was saying. My anger took over completely, and I tore off the bed sheet and opened my legs. "Look at me damn you! I held up my breasts. "See the marks they left on my tits when they sucked them...! See what their big cocks did to my pussy! It was wonderful! This is what a woman looks like after having two men. What do you think of your slutty wife now?" I panted. My cunt was so loose and open it surprised even me. I looked at my husband to see his reaction. "Stanley, you dirty bastard!" I gasped. "My god, look at your cock! Oh, Stanley!" Anger and lust must be very close cousins. My husband's cock stood at full mast and was harder than I'd seen it in a very long time. We kissed frantically, our lips together, lustfully driving our tongues into each other's mouths as we rolled around on the bed rutting like a pair of newlyweds. Having Stanley inside me so soon after Carl and Willis had fucked me felt wonderfully wicked. Stanley must have thought so too because I felt the head of his cock expanding inside me, getting ready to flood my womb. I wrapped my legs around him and held him close with my heels, digging my nails in his back as he let go with a tortured cry. "Oh fuck Mona...Oh my fucking god...I'm cumminng! Holy Jesus...I'm cumminnnng!" "I am too Stanley!" I cried. "Oh yesss...give it to me...give it to me... just like they did!" ******************* Afterwards I lay back in our bed listening to Stanley snoring away. My confession had been much easier than I thought. Stanley and I were back on track and all was forgiven. However, I was under no illusions, I fully expected his jealousy to return from time to time but at least I'd stopped being dishonest with myself. I looked forward to returning to one of Sue's parties, this time I was going to stay until the very end. Later that morning I opened my eyes to an empty bed. I'd been woken by a lot of clattering and banging coming from the downstairs kitchen. My ménage au trois had given my marriage to Stanley an unexpected benefit. His insecurity had made him become competitive for my affection, and he was making my breakfast for the first time in years. Over our coffee, we discussed how we thought things would work best. Stanley wasn't interested in other women but he assured me the arrangement suited him fine and he just wanted to watch. Our new lifestyle wasn't going to be easy. There were many things that needed to be sorted out. For a start, Stanley insisted he be present from now on and he wanted to videotape all of my activities so we could play them back whenever the mood struck. The privacy issue was another factor. We both agreed that whoever I went to bed with had to be completely trustworthy. We lived in a small community and our reputations were important to us. I could see that our conversation was turning Stanley on and he wanted to hear all the details of my evening with Carl and Willis. He told me not to leave anything out and after I had recounted my evening again we wound up back in the bedroom. Much later Stanley was checking his e-mail and found a special invitation from Sue and Howard to attend a party at their apartment Friday night. The only stipulation was that all of the women had to be dressed like sluts. None of my clothes could remotely be classed as slutty, so I had Stanley drive me over to a boutique in the sleazier end of town that had a reputation for catering to the kinkier crowd. Once I'd mustered up enough courage to enter, it was like I'd entered another world. I suppose in a way, I had. I didn't know there were so many types of leather and latex outfits and I found the store fascinating, but none of them was really me. The store mostly catered to sado-masochists so I thought I'd better try somewhere else. I was just about to leave when the sales clerk brought out a schoolgirl outfit for me to try on. It was a very short dark green plaid kilt, a matching beret, and a crisp white cotton blouse. After I added a pair of fishnet stay-ups and left my panties off, I knew I had a winner. I told the girl to go ahead and wrap it up. Next door, there was an adult bookstore and novelty shop and since I was feeling so naughty, I had Stanley take me there as well. I hadn't realized there were so many different kinds of sex toys. Thankfully, the store provided us with a large basket, because by the time we were up to the cashier I'd filled it with interracial videos, some very dirty looking cello- wrapped magazines, and a battery-operated vibrator. While Stanley paid the bill, I stood off to the side trying to hide my discomfort. The young man at the front desk had probably seen it all, but when he saw the hefty, life-like twelve-inch black vibrator I'd selected he raised his eyebrows and cast a knowing smile in my direction. As he rang up my purchases he threw in some free lubricant, and I almost died of embarrassment. ******************** I'd fussed so much with my new outfit that by the time we arrived at Sue's party we were late and it was running full bore. Howard looked at me approvingly as he ushered us inside the apartment. "You look incredible Mona. Judging by the length of your skirt it looks like you are planning to be very naughty tonight! Come on in you two, have a drink and mingle with the guests. Trust me; you're going to have a wonderful time tonight." I looked around and saw a few other white wives accompanied by their husbands. Like me, they were dressed like sluts and looked very flushed. I wondered how many were here for their first time. I noticed Carl and Willis were already there and both of them said I looked sensational. A small group of tall well-muscled black men were laughing and joking amongst themselves, occasionally looking over at the wives, no doubt making their selection. I saw a look of doubt on poor Stanley's face as he saw the men eyeing me, and noted their manly physiques. The apartment had an air of expectancy about it, and by now, I felt my pussy pouting open between my legs. I needed fucking very much. Sensing my discomfort, Howard patted my ass affectionately. I suppose because he had a wife like Sue, he probably knew exactly how I felt. "Mona, you'd better finish your drink," he said with a smile "in a few minutes we'll be turning off all the lights. We've found putting people in a darkened room sets them free to act out their darkest desires and allows them to let go in a safe and comfortable environment." Stanley and I wandered around, looking over the other guests. Some of the people were already beginning to team up. We passed the master bedroom and heard a woman moaning loudly so we peeked in. One of the white wives was being soundly fucked by a huge blackman, while a young man whom I presumed to be her husband, sat there squeezing her hand. "What do you think Mona?" Stanley whispered, suddenly not sounding quite so sure. "It's not too late to back out you know." Poor Stanley was having second thoughts but after seeing the look of pleasure on the woman's face there was no way I was about to call it off. "Thanks for your concern honey, but I think I really would like to get fucked tonight. I want you to know that I think you're such a wonderful man for talking me into it. I love you so much!" Suddenly the lights went off and I became separated from Stanley. Groping my way around the room I found an empty seat and sat there, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the gloom. It felt so good to be completely anonymous and listening to all the people making love. There was no mistaking the wet, slapping sounds of sex coming from all corners of the room. Someone sat down next to me and put his hand on my upper thigh, and somehow I just knew it was Carl. I felt him pull me to him and kiss me. His tongue slipped between my lips and I felt the roughness of his whiskers against my face. I felt myself begin to tremble. "Carl," I whimpered. "God, I'm so terribly horny...please take me!" "Relax Mona, all in good time. First, get down on the floor on your hands and knees and raise your bottom." I got down as he said and felt my skirt being flipped up, then Carl surprised me by spanking each cheek of my bum with his bare hand. The pain left my bottom stinging but at the same time, I felt very aroused. I was confused, not sure if I wanted him to stop. "That's what you need isn't it, my dirty little slut?" "Please Carl," I whimpered. "It hurts!" "You have to know pain before you can truly experience pleasure, Mona," Carl whispered. "It's all part of your education." After he finished spanking my bum he got behind me and then slipped his marvelous cock up inside my sopping wet cunt. Surrendering to my baser instincts, I pushed my reddened ass back against Carl. I heard myself moaning, begging him to finish me off and Carl obliged, mounting me like a stallion, fucking me so well I felt my own wetness running down my legs. Howard was right; being in the dark surrounded by strangers, was remarkably freeing. My pussy clung to Carl's cock, as I reached underneath myself to give his balls a gentle squeeze. "Oh fuck yesss! That's it, you dirty, dirty girl," he groaned, as he let go and his cum blasted out of his cock into my cunt. On my hands and knees like a bitch in heat, I groaned as Carl withdrew his still spurting cock. One last spasm sent a thick glob of his hot spunk shooting through the air and coating my asshole, the final act in my defilement. I heard Howard's voice from behind me "That's great Mona, hold it right there!" Howard's camera flashed, preserving the perverted image for his collection. I'd been so caught up in what I was doing I hadn't noticed all the lights in the room had been turned back on. I felt Carl's hot thick spunk run down my ass onto my cunt before dripping on to the carpet directly in front of Stanley, visual proof of his very public cuckolding. Our filthy act had been witnessed by everyone in the room. From Housewife to Whore Ch. 02 Chapter 2 (Assuming my position) After the boys left I went to the bathroom showered and then bathed to make sure I had washed the last vestiges of their cum from me. I lay in the hot water trying to sterilize myself as my mind raced with what had just happened. I cried as I thought of my own son raping me and then sharing me with a friend to also rape me. I felt the soreness in my ass from the pummeling of their cocks there as well. I cried some more as I felt again the humiliation of their pee as they both pissed on me and filled my mouth over and over, my God, what had just happened. I woke with tears dried on my face, the water now barely tepid so I ran some more hot water and laid back again, now more relaxed after a brief nap and thought of my husband, Mark and wondered what he would think if he had just witnessed this.......and then suddenly shook thinking "what if he finds out?" I had to do something, but what? I lay there and again thought through the morning and how he had made love to me, my fingers drifted below the water to my breasts and touched and gently squeezed my nipples. I closed my eyes and imagined Mark's hands on me as one of mine slowly slid down my torso to by abdomen, it feel good as I massaged my belly and lower belly till I found my fingers drifting across my clit and pussy. My legs parted involuntarily and my fingers delved deeper into my body, I moaned and spread my legs widely now. My fingers dipped deeper yet as my mind now drifted to my son and how he had tasted and found myself even more aroused now. I shook my head and made myself think of Mark again, but quickly my mind and my body reacted to the thoughts of my son once more. The thoughts raced through my mind as the thoughts of him cumming in my mouth made me grow so very close to orgasm. I had to stop. But my fingers would not draw back, they kept delving deep into me, my hips now rose and fell to the rhythm of my fingers fucking into my body, I could now see Dave's friend Jason and his large black cock. My fingers danced inside me as the thoughts of this stranger using my naked body. I could feel his cock enter my pussy and then the humiliation of him pushing that huge cock into my ass. I was about to cum, I had to stop, my mind told me to stop, but my body would not and I felt my orgasm slowly begin. I felt his cum now filling my ass and I was now on the verge of a full orgasm till the thoughts of him now pulling his cock out of my ass and forcing it into my mouth. That was it, I exploded, the humiliation, the sexual use and abuse by my son and his friend raced through my mind as my body now convulsed with pleasure. Over and over the waves of pleasure raced through my entire body, I cried out and felt my fingers deep inside me now pushed fully against my cervix. It hurt, it felt so good, more, I needed more as my orgasm continued till I lay wasted in the tub. Finally as the waves of pleasure subsided I looked around, and realized what had just happened and gasped, I had just had the strongest orgasm of my life.........and it was brought on by my memories of my son and his black friend raping me. I rose from the water and showered again, I needed to wash this off of me. I let the hot water run over my body, washing with soap and shampooing my hair, I had to get clean. As I finally was rinsing off, my hands gently flowing over my body I again felt the urge rising again.....I screamed NO, NO MORE.. I Shut off the water, climbed from the shower and grabbed my towel. I dried my body and quickly walked into the bedroom to dress. I stopped long enough to admire my body in the mirror, I was 38, two children and still in pretty good shape. I felt my hands gently rub over my breasts, it felt good, and I allowed them to flow to my belly again, but immediately I felt the urge for more deep in my belly. I had to stop, and I told myself "Get dressed, get out of here". I went to the dresser to get my underwear and when I opened the drawer I found a note and a picture, I shook as I picked them up, the photo was of me sucking Jason's black cock, you could see the slimy covering around my lips from the slime of cum and my body from when he had pulled his cock from my asshole. I trembled as I read the note, "Mom, you will not be needing underwear any longer so I have thrown them out," it went on to say "without panties, you will now be available at all times for me and my friends, so be a good girl and get dressed without them from now on." I felt tears in my eyes as I walked to the closet to pick out a dress for the day, I had to get out of the house. I opened the closet and nothing was there, all my clothes were gone except one dress. I pulled it from the rack and held it up and thought "OH MY GOD." It was so short, how was I to wear this? Again there was a photo and a note attached to it, shaking I took the photo and saw myself sucking my son, Dave's cock and his cum filing my mouth and drizzling out around my lips. I looked like a whore, a mom whore, and I sat back on the bed with the dress across my lap and tried to read the note. The note was actually instructions that read, "Mom, you now realize that there is no way out of this, you are to put on this dress and go to 1479 West Broadway and enter the store there." It went on to tell me to ask the clerk at the store for an envelope when I arrived and further instructions would be included. My mind now raced again, this address was not a good part of town, but what choice did I have. I rose and slipped the dress onto my naked body, it was tight and very short, I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked to see how short it was, my cleavage was showing from the fairly deep plunge in front and my thighs were fully exposed and barely covered my bottom, I thought "how will I bend over or sit down?" I paced and wondered what I could do, but felt lost, I had no way out with all the pictures, my own son was blackmailing me. I finally realized again, I had no choice so I rose and walked to the door to the garage and then took my first step into the world as a whore, a mom whore. I slipped into the car ad slid the key into the ignition and started the engine. I looked back at my home as I pulled away thinking, what will my life be now? And then I drove away. From Housewife to Whore Ch. 02 Poor Stanley s face was filled with angst, but at the same time he had an impressive erection. Our marriage had moved into a new phase. I had been thoroughly fucked while he looked on, and it was obvious he'd enjoyed it immensely. Sue and Willis were sitting on a couch barely five feet away, both of them were stark naked, and Sue was holding Willis's cock in her hand. "That was just beautiful dear," she said, her eyes were glazed over with lust. "Now that Carl's got you started come over here and let Willis fuck you with this big monster of his while we all watch." Sue held Willis's throbbing black cock still with both hands. The room became hushed, and I heard myself moaning with pleasure as I straddled him. Stanley was furtively masturbating as I lowered myself onto Willis. Some of Carl's cum oozed out over Willis's shaft, creating a white foamy ring as I slowly began to raise myself up and down. My cunt made squelchy sucking noises as it milked Willis, the smell of my arousal permeating the air and adding to the wantonness of my act. "Oh god baby yesss! Oh fuck...Oh fuck...Oh fuck!" I gasped as I bounced up and down, increasing my pace as I felt my orgasm beginning to build inside. My ass felt tiny in Willis's giant hands as he raised me up and held me in place, with my pouting cuntlips hovering above the head of his huge cock. "Please baby, I whimpered, "don't tease me... please... put it back in!" Willis looked over at Stanley, letting him know that he was now in control. "Is this what you want, man? Do you want to see me come in your slutty wife?" It was all too much for Stanley, and his voice cried out. "Yes...Yes, for gods sakes...don't play with her Willis! Give the dirty little slut what she needs!" Willis obliged Stanley by lowering me down until I was fully impaled, then proceeded to give me the best fucking I'd ever had. My husband turned my head and kissed me. I felt Willis's hot cum shoot up into my womb at the same time as Stanley's tongue invaded my mouth. Not to be left out, Sue had joined in and was busily fondling my tits. With all their attention, every nerve ending in my body was screaming for relief. "Ohhh... my fucking goddd!" I screeched, as Willis's freshly churned load basted my insides. "Oh yesss... give it to me, you big black bastard!" Until that moment I'd never have believed it was possible to have such an incredible orgasm. Whoever coined the phrase 'The earth moved ' must have had sex with Willis. After I finally came down from cloud nine I could hardly claim modesty any more. Especially since there were so many other well-hung black men lined up to have their turn with me. I took on ten more that night, so including Carl and Willis I had twelve men, a number that Stanley later jokingly referred to as 'the dirty dozen.' ******************** . It's now been over a year since my gangbang at Sue's, and my sex life just keeps getting hotter and hotter. And to think it all started with a few innocent dance lessons. I have fond memories of John, because he was my very first big black cock. If I hadn't had my brief fling with him, I might never have begun this wonderful lifestyle. I think one day I might even visit Chicago and personally thank him, but next time I'll have Stanley with me. **** From Housewife to Whore Ch. 03 "Okay you guys... stop... enough already!" I begged. "My god...Please... I can't take any more!" I rolled off Willis and lay there sandwiched between him and Jerome, leaking cum and gasping for breath. Willis and Jerome were built like linebackers and were my favorites of all the men I had fucked in the last few months. Black as coal and hung like stallions, the two men had been fucking me for over two hours while Stanley watched and took pictures with his digital camera. "My god, you guys are wearing me out! Did you get some good pictures, Stanley?" My husband Stanley grinned like a cat that had just eaten a canary. He loved to photograph me fucking well-endowed black men. "Yeah I sure did! Thanks guys...that should keep the little woman happy for a day or two," he chortled "Always a pleasure Stanley!" Willis replied. "Anytime you need us to service Mona for you just give us a call. Mona, you're an awesome fuck! Isn't that right Jerome?" "That's for sure Missus Freeman!" I smiled to myself. Jerome was half my age and had no trouble at all fucking me in front of my husband, and yet he was so polite he found it difficult to call me by my first name. My life with Stanley had undergone some major changes. In just a few short months, we had grown from being a dull boring couple, into middle-aged swingers with a love for interracial sex, and it had all begun after Stanley had suggested we take up dancing. Our marriage had been in a rut and Stanley thought dance lessons would put some excitement back in our lives. I don't think either one of us had any idea exactly how much excitement his idea would bring. John Manley, the owner and chief instructor at the dance studio had turned out to be a fit, good-looking African American, and right from the start seemed to pay me a lot of special attention. With his charm and charisma, it wasn't very long before I had a big crush on him, so when Stanley phoned to tell me he had to work late one night and suggested I go to the lessons on my own I was thrilled. I took extra care in my appearance that night and when I went, I was secretly hoping that something would happen between John and me. My suspicions were confirmed, John had been flirting with me, and that evening I found the old cliché, "once you go black you'll never go back!" was true. John's cock was over twice the size of my husband's and from that moment on, I was hooked on having sex with black men. Surprisingly, when Stanley found out he'd been cuckolded by John he had been turned on, and our sex was the best it had been in years. Things looked like they were changing for the better, and then a week later to my great disappointment I found out John was married, and as if that wasn't enough things got even worse. John surprised everyone by announcing he and his wife were moving to Chicago. Since I was so turned on by black men, and Stanley wanted to watch me fuck them he researched our newfound mutual interest on the internet and discovered our fetish was quite common. In no time at all he'd found an interracial web site run by a woman named Sue. Sue was famous for throwing sex parties where white married women and their spouses could meet well-hung black studs. After I'd fucked John it was easy enough for Stanley to talk me into going to one of her parties, and it was at Sue's I first met Willis and Jerome. ******************** The two men got dressed and I saw them to the door and gave each of them a big hug. "Thanks for cumming boys!" I winked. "I'm sure we'll be seeing you again real soon!" Anytime Mona, just give us a call and we'll come running!" After they left I turned to Stanley. "Well honey, let's go have a look at those pictures you took!" Stanly and I went into our home office and eagerly downloaded the pictures onto our computer. "You really look like you enjoyed yourself tonight, Mona." Stanley said, as we clicked through the lurid images. "Jerome has got quite the cock on him, doesn't he?" "Yes, he sure does, the thing is almost as big as Willis's. Wow, look at that! That's an awesome shot of Willis coming in my mouth. You really get off on me sucking his cock, don't you baby?" Stanley loves hearing me talk dirty to him, and I have to admit it gets me horny too. Watching my husband masturbate as he looked at the pictures of me being fucked by the two men got me excited again and I began to play with myself too. "I sure do," he admitted. "It looked so sexy when he shot his load and your cheeks bulged out. My god Mona, I almost came myself when all that extra cum ran out the side of your mouth and down your chin!" "Honey it felt so hot when he came in my mouth! I love feeling his cock throb in my mouth... you won't believe how swollen his balls got just before he came...oh god Stanley... I just love swallowing his cum! I hope you don't mind!" "Jesus no, I don't mind at all... It turns me on when you do that! I like you being a dirty little cocksucker." "Good, I was worried you might not like it and want me to stop. Jerome has a lot of stamina doesn't he? Boy he sure knows how to fuck a girl! My goodness, look at the size of my clit in this picture... Is it really that big?" I sat back on my chair and opened my legs for Stanley. He let out a little whimper as he saw my engorged pink clitoris protruding like a miniature penis from my dark hairy snatch. "God Mona, what a slut you've turned into!" "Remember Stanley, you're the one who wanted me to fuck black men. I'm sorry but once you get a taste for black cock it's hard not to be a bad girl." I raised my breasts to Stanley, showing him how puffy my nipples had become. "Look at how sensitive my tits get after I've been fucked honey. Please suck them for me." "Mona, you're such a dirty little cocktease!" Poor Stanley was beside himself and looking like he was going to come at any moment. He got up from the computer and quite literally dragged me back into the bedroom. I lay back on the cushions, thrusting my breasts up at him, and Stanley took my tit into his mouth as he continued to jack himself off. "Oh baby," he gasped. "I just love it when you're fucked doggy style. You look so hot with your ass up in the air! It's such a fucking turn on watching you make out with black men." "I love it too Stanley...their cocks are so big and thick, and when you take pictures of me fucking them it feels so wicked, I can't help myself.... I just keep coming and coming!" "You dirty slut Mona, you're such a size queen!" Stanley groaned, pumping his cock faster and faster. "Don't come yet baby," I gasped, "hurry... put it in me and .fuck me while my cunt's full of cum!" Whenever I talked dirty to Stanley, it drove him crazy. He grabbed my ankles, spread my legs and buried his cock into the hot creamy mess Jerome and Willis had left in my cunt, then pounded me so hard and fast that the cum in me gushed out around his cock, soaking his balls as they slapped against my wet upturned ass. "Oh fuck baby!" Stanley whimpered. "You're so wet and sloppy!" "Do you like that honey?" I teased, nibbling at his earlobe as I raked his back with my long red nails. "You naughty, naughty boy. You do! You do like the feel of other men's cum in your wife's pussy, don't you?" Stanley let out a tortured cry as I probed the inside of his ear with the tip of my tongue. I felt him swell inside me signaling he was about to let go and I tightened my pussy around his cock. "Oh...god...oh god!" He cried...holy Jesus... that feels so fucking good!" Stanley stiffened and held me tight as his steaming hot cum shot up into my belly, adding to the load Jerome and Willis had left in me and bringing me to an intense orgasm. "Oh god yesss...that's it, let it all out baby!" I hissed, wriggling and writhing against him as he drained his cum swollen balls into me. Gasping and spent, Stanley backed slowly away leaving a big pearly glob of cum puddling between my legs. I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled into his shoulder. I lay there savoring the warm wonderful feeling of having three men's cum inside me. "That was amazing Stanley! Thank you so much for letting me fuck other men, it makes me really feel wanted!" "You should really be thanking John," Stanley said with a smile. "It's because of him you've been such a great piece of ass. Ever since you fucked him, you've been in perpetual heat and had loads of men sniffing after you. That big cock of his really brought out the woman in you. Just think... if we hadn't taken those dance lessons none of this would ever have happened." "Yes, it was really hot," I admitted, "I just wish I could have done it with him more than once!" "Yeah, I wish you could have too. I would have loved to watch you with him." Although John had moved to Chicago over a year ago I still missed him. He was my first black lover, and because his cock was so thick he was still the best by far, even better than Willis and Jerome. Just thinking about it got my juices flowing. Suddenly I had an idea. Snuggling myself into Stanley's shoulder, I gently traced my nails across his chest and down to his cock. "Would you really like to watch me with John, honey?" "Yes I sure would, it's too bad he moved away!" "Well there just might be a way Stanley. You and I are due for a holiday and there's nothing stopping us from going to Chicago and looking him up. I know you'd like it. Believe it or not Willis's and Jerome's cocks are small compared to John's." Stanley had begun to grow hard and was leaking large amounts of precum into my hand as I tightened my grip around his cock. "Oh my gosh... Stanley, you're getting hard again!" "You're such a bad boy... you do like my idea don't you?" "Yeah I guess I do. You know, business is so good I think I can afford to take a couple of weeks off. Maybe I should book us a couple of airline tickets to Chicago!" My heart leapt with joy and I squealed with excitement. "Oh Stanley, you're so good to me and I love you so much! Believe me, when we get to Chicago, I promise you won't regret it! Now please honey, don't waste this wonderful erection, I need you to fuck me again!" ****************** The very thought of renewing my relationship with John made me so horny that by the time our plane touched down in Chicago my panties were soaking wet. Stanley had spared no expense and booked us a luxurious suite at the Ritz-Carlton, a perfect setting for my tryst with John. After checking in we relaxed in the huge whirlpool bath and made our plans for the evening. Stanley suggested I phone John at his workplace and tell him that we had just arrived in town, but that Stanley would be away for the evening doing some business. Then I would ask John if we could get together for a drink in the hotel bar and after a couple of drinks I'd ask if he'd like to come up to the room for a little nightcap. Then I would make a stop at the powder room, phone Stanley on our cell phone and let him know we were on our way upstairs. Meanwhile, Stanley would hide in the bedroom's walk in closet. Safely ensconced in a comfortable chair, he would have a ringside seat as I made love with John, and John would be none the wiser. Stanley's plan sounded good to me so we got out the phone book and searched the yellow pages under dance lessons. John had opened another studio and was quite easy to find, so with all the courage I could muster, I called his number. My heart leapt as I heard his deep smooth voice on the third ring. "John Manley Dance Studio. May I help you?" "Hello, John, this is Mona Freidman." "My gosh, what a surprise to hear your voice Mona! Where are you calling from?" I felt awkward, unsure where to begin and then he spoke up again. "You got that refund I sent out didn't you?" "Of course I did... John, I'm sorry, I know this is very short notice but I'm not calling from home, I'm here in Chicago on a two-week holiday with Stanley and he's gone off to do some business. I was wondering if you'd like to get together if you're free this evening. Maybe we could meet for a drink?" John sounded genuinely happy to hear my voice and my heart leaped with joy. "It's wonderful to hear from you again Mona! Gosh... I can't believe you're here in Chicago! Yes, I'd love to get together with you. How about nine tonight?" "That would be just perfect." "Nine it is then, where are you staying?" "Downtown, at the Ritz-Carlton. Perhaps we could meet in the lounge." "That would be great; the lounge is nice and intimate. I'll see you there around nine, oh Mona?" "Yes John?" I'm really looking forward to it!" "Thanks John, I'm looking forward to seeing you again too! Bye for now." Stanley was grinning from ear to ear. He'd been leaning over my shoulder listening to our conversation and I think he was more excited than I was. "Did you hear how he said he was looking forward to it Mona?" "Yes I did, he sounded quite pleased, didn't he?" "I think my little wife is going to get herself fucked tonight!" "Please don't be so crude about it Stanley. I'd better get busy and get an outfit together. What do you think I should wear?" "How about that tight red skirt of yours with the slit up the front and that fluffy white angora sweater I like so much? Your tits look great in that outfit, and when you wear high heels with it you're a walking wet dream!" "My goodness I'm lucky! I'm getting ready for a date and you're suggesting outfits to make me look sexy. You have a very big hard on dear, you like watching me get all tarted up for John, don't you?" "I can't help it Mona, it drives me crazy. There's just something so erotic thinking about you fucking other men...especially big black men!" "You and I have so much in common," I teased. "I like fucking big black men too! Which panties do you think I should wear honey?" "I think you should be a real slut tonight Mona and just wear your garter belt and nylons. After a couple of drinks, you can let him know you're not wearing any panties, and then he'll know you're ready for a good fucking." "Stanley, shame on you! That is such a naughty idea! But if you really think he'd like it, I'll leave them off!" Waiting for nine-thirty seemed like an eternity. To dispel my nervousness I tried to watch television and paced around the room. My husband was so excited he wanted to fuck me right then and there, but I made him wait. I wanted to be fresh and clean for John. Finally, the time came! After one last check in the mirror, I gave Stanley a hug and a quick kiss, then after carefully freshening up my lipstick, I made my way on down to the bar. John was sitting right near the entrance holding a large bouquet of red roses and stood up when I came into the room. I gave him a hug as he handed me the flowers, then we both sat down. "Thank you John, they're absolutely lovely!" I gave John my most seductive smile and squeezed his knee. "It's been such a long time and I've missed you very much. Chicago must agree with you, you're looking well." "Thanks Mona, yes it's a nice town and I'm enjoying being here, but I miss you too. I wish we'd had more time together." John looked me up and down and I eyed the growing bulge in his trousers. The game had begun, and we both knew where things were headed. "Mona you look great! What can I get you to drink?" "Why thank you John!" I blushed. "What's that you're having? That looks very nice." "It's a Manhattan; they make a mean Martini here." "That sounds like a good idea. I think I'll have one too." John signaled the waiter and the young man hurried over. After he'd had taken our order, the two of us sat in silence until we had our drinks, then John took my hand in his. As a married woman, I loved the thrill of the seduction. "You look lovely Mona. You're even prettier than I remembered!" "You're so full of compliments John, am I as pretty as your wife?" John drew in his breath then began to speak in a sincere voice. "I was waiting for you to say something Mona, I'm sorry I didn't mention Rebecca to you but I didn't think it mattered. Since you had a husband, I just assumed you were in an open marriage like me. It was only after you went running out of the studio that I realized I'd made a big mistake. I probably should have been more upfront about it. Please forgive me!" "I'm the one who needs to be forgiven John. I was far too uptight back then. I've changed a lot. Since you've been gone I've become much worldlier and I don't mind you're being in an open marriage. I've seen and done so much over the last year that my outlook has totally changed." "I'm happy for you Mona! It's nice to hear that you're becoming who you were meant to be." "Yes, well thanks to you I've come to believe people should be free to act out their secret desires. Our little fling started a hunger in me I didn't even know existed and since then I've had many more lovers. Why, I've even had sex with a woman." My face felt flushed and my heart was pounding. I lowered my eyes and pressed on. "John, I hope you won't think I'm too forward, but I was hoping we could use my hotel room to make up for all that lost time. Stanley's away on business tonight and I thought perhaps we could take advantage of it!" "Well Mona, I'm glad to hear you've become more open minded because I've taken a big liberty and invited my wife Rebecca to come and join us. She said she'd be right along after she takes care of a few things at her office." "I...I'm not sure I understand! "Why...whatever do you mean?" John smiled and lowered his voice. "Mona, hopefully I haven't been too presumptuous. I knew right away when I heard you're voice that you needed fucking. My wife is very intuitive and she was listening to our conversation. Just with the little you said, she already had you pegged as being bisexual. I think you'll like Rebecca, she has no hang-ups whatsoever and she's easy to be with and has a way of making people feel comfortable. Oh look, speak of the devil, here she comes now!" An attractive blonde woman wearing an extremely short black silk dress was gracefully making her way over to our table. Her breasts were small and perky and her legs were enhanced by black fishnet stockings. They were long and shapely and I noticed she had seams on the back of her stockings that led up under her skirt to her beautiful tight little ass. She held out a lovely perfectly manicured hand and I felt a heavy weight growing in the pit of my stomach. As I took her hand I found myself blushing profusely. I felt sure she could read my mind "Hello Mona, I'm Rebecca, John's wife," she said, in a deep husky voice. "I've been looking forward to meeting you so much. John's told me all about you and it sounds like we have a lot in common!" "Mona's just been telling me she'd like to put her hotel room to some good use, Rebecca. You're being here is a bit of a shock for her, so promise me you'll be gentle with her." "Of course I will. Your description didn't do her justice John, she's absolutely lovely." Rebecca gently squeezed my fingers and gave me a reassuring smile as she slid into the booth. A sexual tension hung in the air. Our mutual attraction was obvious. Over the next two hours, we chatted and drank martinis and before I knew it I was beginning to get very comfortable with Rebecca. I was so fascinated by her overt sexuality that by my fourth drink I was ready for just about anything. Suddenly I remembered I was supposed to phone Stanley so I made my excuse to slip away. "Oh my goodness, those martinis are catching up on me. I'm afraid I have to go to the little girl's room" "I'll come with you Mona. I have to go too.... John, be a dear and pay our bill. We'll meet you over by the elevator." From Housewife to Whore Ch. 03 Chapter 3 (Training Begins) As I drove onto Broadway, I watched the street numbers as they counted down to 1479. The ramshackle building appeared disgusting and nasty, the parking lot was dirty and littered and the paint was peeling. I looked for the name of the business and saw it read 'Adult Books and Theatre'. I stared at the name of the business for a moment and then shivered and lowered my head feeling tears welling up in my eyes. My mind raced, here I was barely covered by this tight little dress with nothing underneath, sitting in the parking lot of an adult store, and going inside to obey the orders of my SON. My god I questioned; what have I become? Yet, I felt my hand move to the door handle and pulled it and I stepped out. I pulled at my dress tying to cover my bottom as I rose from the seat and took my first step toward the door of the building. I shook with nervousness with each step. I felt my face redden with humiliation as two men left the building and stopped to watch me walk toward them. I kept my eyes down, but they whistled a couple of times and called out to me "honey looking for some hard cock?" As I passed them the said other nasty comments making me even more horrified that I could not stop and drive home I was mortified and yet I felt my pussy moisten and begin to throb. I screamed (in my mind) "what the hell are you doing, you are acting like a slut!" I pulled on the door to the building and I stepped into a darkened area, I stopped to allow my eyes to adjust to the dim light, then I walked forward toward the front counter where I was supposed to ask the clerk for an envelope that had my instructions for the rest of the day inside. I walked slowly, nervously toward the front counter when I heard some whistles and shouts coming from an area down a darkened hallway. I finally arrived at the counter and looked at the clerk, slightly older, pot bellied and balding some and he turned to me and said "whatcha want?" I froze, and then tried to speak "I want to; I need to ahhh uhhh I need an envelope, do you have one for me?" He laughed loudly and said, "so you are the slut coming to see me today, welcome honey." I tried to smile but just could not seem to move, he handed me a plain envelope and then said, "before you open that you need to thank me properly for holding this for you." I spoke softly, "Thank you?" He laughed again and then said "sure slut, come around here" as he pointed to the door into the area behind the counter. As I walked through the doorway I saw him dropping his pants and pulling his undershorts down exposing a half hardened fat cock. He said, "my commission is a really good blowjob, so get to your knees slut." I guess I was not quick enough, as he grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees in front of him and pushed his groin into my face. I heard that same group laughing and cat calls in a back room area somewhere. I gasped at the stale urine and musky aroma filling my nostrils from this unkempt man. I tried to pull back and he just pulled my hair harder, I cried out and as I did so he forced his cock into my mouth. It tasted unclean and nasty, yet I began to suck him to get this over with. Slowly his taste changed as I cleaned his nasty cock and I could now at least endure this. I sucked stronger now, trying to get this over with thinking "if I can make him cum quickly maybe I can leave." Suddenly I felt his cock swelling in my mouth as his testicles pumped their load into me. His cock filled me and was thick and hard now and each stroke pushed deeper into my throat, gagging me and making me cough and slobber and felt it drip onto my almost exposed breasts and dress. I sucked now even harder, wanting him to cum, but he seemed to have other ideas as he began to fuck into my throat each time now and holding it there with each stroke, then releasing me and then doing it over again...I gasped and gagged, coughed and slobbered as my eyes watered. He was treating me like a whore and I was slowly realizing that my body was also enjoying it! My pussy was throbbing now, wet and dripping and wanting more, my mind screamed no, yet my body loved what was happening to me and all I could do was to take his cock over and over. He fucked me for what seemed forever till I felt his cock stiffen more and swell even thicker now and I felt if pulsate in my mouth and it started. OMG!! He began to fill my mouth with his cum, stream after stream spitting heavily into my open mouth. I swallowed what I could but more drained from my mouth onto my exposed breasts and dress. He just kept cumming, it was as if I was trying to swallow at the end of a firehose. More and more of his nasty cum filled my mouth till finally it subsided. He pulled his cock from my mouth now and squirted the last few remaining spurts onto my face, it dribbled down my nose and face and chin. I lapped at his cock now like it was candy, licking the remaining cum from it and then the underside of his cock and then on to his smelly balls. I shocked myself as I was now lapping this nasty man as if he was my lover. I felt my pussy throbbing deep inside me. I slipped my fingers down to my pussy and could feel my hole now fully open and draining heavily. My lips were swollen and I was wet everywhere, my body was on fire. I fingered myself as he slapped my face with his sticky cock and I lapped at it with my tongue. He laughed and said, "well slut, you aren't so proud now are you?" Then he stepped back and said, "you need something in that itchy hole, slut?" My fingers danced and I nodded my head and he laughed again and he pulled me to my feet and said, "follow me slut", and I heard that laughter again in the back room. My dress was hanging at my waist, my breasts fully exposed and covered with his cum, the hem had ridden up and was above my waist fully exposing my body to all that might see me. He roughly pulled and tugged at my hair into the darkened hallway and I stumbled along till we reached a doorway. He pushed the door open, it was lighter in this room and I realized this was the theater with the screen at the front. I looked around and saw the heads of about ten or twelve men in the seats of the theater. They all burst into laughter again and yelled out "what a slut" and "she is the perfect whore" etc. to each other. I slowly lifted my head to look at the screen and see what they were watching and froze when I realized it was a time delay of my blowjob with the clerk that was now holding my hair. I watched in amazement as a 10 foot close up replica of me slowly sucked and was throat fucked by this dirty man's cock. Then when he exploded into my mouth and they saw me swallow and the cum draining out all over they all laughed again and yelled cat calls and comments again, they were loving the movie till it ended a few minutes later. The room then darkened and then the screen lights came up so it was now dimly lit. I felt my hair pull again as I was led down the aisle and dragged onto the stage in front of everyone. I felt another hand pull at my hair and the first man let me go and the second one spoke to the audience, "Hello, my name is Dave and this slut you are laughing at is my Mom, would you like to see her in action again?" I could not believe what I was hearing, my son, OMG, my own son! He was offering me to these men! But more disturbing was that through it all, my pussy was still throbbing, I knew I was lost, horrible as I am, I needed it now, I needed; actually wanted more cock and cum, I was a slut, my son's whore. From Housewife to Whore Ch. 03 Stanley was in for a real surprise. Now, not only could I not warn him that John and I were on our way up to the room but we were also going to be accompanied by Rebecca. I hoped he would have time to get in the closet. In the restroom Rebecca and I each took a cubicle. I'd finished peeing and was just standing up and straightening out my skirt when Rebecca came into my cubicle and closed the door. Acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she took me in her arms and kissed me. As her tongue invaded my mouth any resistance I had vanished. Her hand traveled up between my legs and they seemed to part of their own accord. "My my, what have we here?" Rebecca whispered as her hand found my cunt. "Goodness gracious, you're not wearing any panties! You are a bad girl, aren't you? Let's hurry and get you up to your room. I can't wait to watch John fuck you!" All of the martinis I'd consumed had me in a daze so I let Rebecca take my hand and lead me out of the bathroom and across the lobby to meet John. While we waited for the elevator Rebecca kissed me once again and I felt a little shiver run up and down my spine. She gently squeezed the cheeks of my ass while John breathed down my neck and massaged my tits with his big black hands. The receptionist was the same girl who'd checked Stanley and I in earlier that day. Although she pretended not to notice what we were doing, I felt like such a brazen slut. Being felt up in public by the depraved couple seemed so erotic. Once inside the elevator John and Rebecca were all over me, and when we finally reached our floor I was ready to fuck them both in the hallway. My hand trembled with excitement as I frantically attempted to unlock the door to our room. Rebecca smiled and took the card away from me and opened the door. Thankfully, Stanley must have gotten to the closet on time, as he was nowhere to be seen. I only hoped he was ready for Rebecca. John swept me up in his arms and carried me into to the bedroom with his wife following close behind. As he laid me down on the bed, I raised my ass to let Rebecca pull off my skirt while John unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. Oh god!" I cried, in a voice loud enough for Stanley's benefit. "I'm so horny! I need fucking so much!" Rebecca pulled my sweater over my head then deftly unhooked my bra and helped me out of it. My bare tits swung beneath me as I crawled over to John. "Let me suck your cock John!" I gasped I maneuvered John around until Stanley had a clear view then I pulled down John's zipper and rolled his shorts down to free his cock. All twelve inches of his magnificent manhood sprang up and swayed before my face. Moaning softly, I tentatively kissed the glistening plum shaped head and then engulfed it with my mouth. Rebecca fondled my tits, whispering her encouragement in my ear. "Go on Mona... feel his balls... see what a big load of cum he's got in there for you!" Surprised at how big they were, I cupped them reverently in the palm of my hand. "Oh god John... they're so heavy!" I groaned, inwardly flattered that I was to be the recipient of so much sperm. Holding his swollen cum filled sac, I began to suck on his cock as I jacked it off with my other hand. Knowing how Stanley loved watching me give blowjobs, I imagined he was probably masturbating himself by now. "That's it baby...do it slow... real slow!" John said through clenched teeth. "Yeah just like that...god... I'd forgotten what a great cocksucker you are!" Sucking a heavily veined glistening black cock twice the size of my husband's had every nerve ending in my pussy twitching with desire. I felt torn, I wanted it to come inside me so much and yet sucking it felt so wonderful, I wanted to continue. John's excitement grew, and he began to fuck my face in earnest. Suddenly his cock swelled in my mouth, and knowing he was about to let fly I pulled back gasping for air. "Come on... do it for me!" I panted... "Shoot a big load on my face...treat me like a whore!" Rebecca hurriedly backed away from sucking my tits, making room for her husband. "Give the little slut what she wants John! Go on, spunk her face for her!" I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, eagerly awaiting his load. I didn't have very long to wait. John roared with relief as a huge burst of cum shot out the head of his cock and landed with a splat on my nose and cheek. The second burst surprised me, arcing through the air and laying a ribbon of hot cum across my lips and tongue. A third and fourth quickly followed and when he was finally done, I could feel the warmth of his jism as it slipped slowly down my face onto my breasts. Suddenly, a slight rustling sound came from the walk in closet and Rebecca shrieked, pointing at its partially closed door. "John, I think there's someone in there!" John quickly leapt off the bed and yanked the closet door open. Stanley was sitting with his cock in one hand and his camera in the other looking thoroughly mortified at being discovered "What the hecks going on?" John asked with a puzzled voice. He looked at Stanley and shifted his gaze back to me. I tried not to laugh as my husband awkwardly attempted to pull up his trousers. "John, let me explain," I giggled. "We didn't mean any harm. Stanley just wanted to watch. We didn't think you'd ever find out he was in here." "I can see that! Well, I guess it's better to have him watching than having a jealous husband after me!" John grinned. "I suppose introductions are in order. Rebecca, this is Mona's husband Stanley." Rebecca gave Stanley a warm smile, trying to make light of the moment for his sake. She acted as if she ran across this situation every day, and I liked her for it. John was right. She had a lot of class and she did have a way of making others very comfortable "Hello Stanley, I feel like I already know quite a lot about you," she smiled. "This must be terribly difficult for you." My husband hopped around looking thoroughly embarrassed and attempting to hide his erection. He had been quite literally caught with his pants down. "God, I cant imagine what this must look like, I feel so stupid." "Stanley, you don't need to feel that way! Don't worry about it." Rebecca assured him. "John and I are swingers and we're used to people watching us. I see you have a camera. Go ahead and take all the pictures you want. John won't mind." "Are you sure?" Stanley asked, sounding more than a little relieved. "I don't want you to think I'm some kind of pervert." "Don't be silly Stanley. You're not the first person who's wanted to watch, you know! There are advantages to being a well-hung black dance instructor. Lots of men want John to fuck their wife when they find out how big his cock is. We might as well relax and enjoy the show, look, he's getting another erection." Unbelievably, John was hard as steel and ready to go once again. I assumed the doggy position and he moved up behind me and looked back at my husband. "Is this what you wanted to see Stanley? Do you want me to give your wife a big cream pie?" Stanley stared with awe at the huge upright ebony cock that was poised at the entrance to my cunt. He raised his camera and focused in on us. With my ass at the ready and John's cum swinging from my chin I must have been quite the sight. "Yes! Oh god yes! Stanley choked. "I love sloppy seconds... fuck my wife for me!" Rebecca gently pushed my husband forward. "Stanley why don't you lie underneath Mona?" she suggested. John smiled knowingly at his wife. I couldn't help feeling the two of them did this a lot. "That's a great idea honey... Stanley, lie on your back and slide under your wife until you're right below her. You might as well have a good view when I blow my load in her." Stanley's voyeurism had overcome his shyness. Lying down underneath me on his back, he pulled himself forward until his face was just inches away from my gaping snatch. Stanley was going to get some very graphic pictures. Rebecca directed him once again, sounding breathless and even more aroused. "Now Stanley, take hold of John's cock and bring it up to her cunt." I stole a glance at Rebecca and saw she had her hand between her legs and was getting herself off while watching us. I raised my ass up higher, presenting myself in total submission. I gasped as Stanley took John's huge cock and guided into place. Having my husband put a big black cock inside me went against all convention and yet felt so good. The head of John's cock parted my labia and I begged him to finish me off. . "Oh, god John...Do me...please! Do me!" Stanley reached up from below and spread me open, and my cunt began to lubricate itself in preparation for John's huge cock. Somehow John managed to get about four inches of it inside of me before he had to stop and give me some time to adjust. Impatiently I pushed my bum back and the remaining eight inches of cock slipped up into my belly. John started to fuck me, at first teasing me by withdrawing his cock then just as it felt like he was about to take it out, renewing his attack once more. My cunt clung to his shaft, making wet squishy sounds as he pounded away at me. The camera flashed from underneath me and I felt a perverse thrill as I noticed Rebecca had shed all her clothes and was shamelessly fingering herself as she watched. My hand held on tight to Stanley's cock, jerking him off while John savagely fucked me from behind. Suddenly John's hands tightened their grip on my waist and I knew he was very close. "I'm gonna cumm Mona! Oh fuck...I'm gonna cummm... get ready baby... here it comes!!!" John let out a tortured cry then spanked my ass with his big black hand as he hosed down my insides with volley upon volley of freshly churned spunk. The mixture of pain and pleasure put me over the edge and I cried out as I started to come. "Oh god John! I'm cumming too!! Ohhh my god...I'm cumminnng!!!" "Oh fuck yeahhh!!!" he groaned, and released another huge burst of hot jism deep in my womb. The lips of my cunt clung tightly to his cock, desperately milking every last bit of semen from his balls. His spasms finally ended and he eased himself out of my pussy leaving me on my hands and knees, stunned and filled with spunk. Having sex with a well-endowed black man had always been good, but with John, it felt as if I'd just been bred by a prize bull. "What do you think Stanley?" John panted. "Did I do a good job fucking your wife?" My husband wriggled out from underneath me. I'd been so caught up in what John and I were doing I'd forgotten he was even there. "You gave her a real good seeing to John. That was far better than any porn movie I've ever seen!" "You really liked John cuckolding you, didn't you Stanley?" Rebecca teased. "It was nice seeing your wife get off on his big cock, wasn't it?" "God yesss! It was amazing! I've never seen anything so hot!" Oh Stanley, it was amazing for me too! I'm so turned on baby," I sobbed. "John's cock is soooo big... and you won't believe how much cum he's shot into me!" "Why don't you show Stanley how much, Mona." Rebecca croaked. "I'm sure he'd like to take a picture of it." Rebecca's voice was beginning to crack. She sounded breathless and very horny. Watching John fuck the daylights out of me had affected her too. Eager to show my husband what John's cock had done to me, I lay back on the mattress and spread my legs wide apart. A huge glob of warm cum oozed out of my fully stretched splayed pussy, ran down the crack of my ass and puddled onto the bed sheet. Surrounded by John's thick creamy spunk, my swollen clit resembled a large pink pearl nestled in a freshly opened oyster. Turned on from watching my sexing, Rebecca straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto my mouth, moaning softly as my tongue snaked out and pried open her pouting wet pussy. I found myself lost in the heady mix of her perfume and the scent of her arousal, and as I gently licked her warm velvety snatch, Rebecca's cunt fused with my lips in a Sapphic kiss. "Oh god... that feels so good! Suck it for me honey," she pleaded, squeezing her tits and frantically squirming down onto my face. "Please...suck it for me!" I grabbed the cheeks of Rebecca's ass and held her tight as I sucked her engorged clit between my lips. Unable to hold out any longer she suddenly gave a little whimper and her juices streamed down onto my face. Rebecca cried out, and we both came together as her hot pulsating pussy let go into my mouth. "Oh my god! Oh fuck Mona....oh fuck yesss! I'm cumminggg!!" she screamed. Lost in the throes of her orgasm, Rebecca babbled incoherently, grinding her steaming cunt into my face until her spasms finally ceased, then collapsing in a heap on top of me. Stanley continued to snap away with his camera. I'm sure he thought he'd died and gone to voyeur heaven. ******************** I lay there with Rebecca's love juice all over my face and John's cum seeping out of my freshly fucked cunt while Stanley took my picture. I was so thankful to my husband for bringing me to Chicago. My conversion to becoming a full-blown slutwife was complete and we had two more weeks to go! I could hardly wait to see what tomorrow would bring! From Housewife to Whore Ch. 04 Chapter 4 (Accepting My Position) All my resistance was gone now, my humiliation only burned more deeply as my desire to be used increased in direct proportion to the level of humiliation. Dave pushed me to a kneeling position on the stage and pulled his cock from his pants. It was hard and dripping with precum as I leaned forward and swallowed it whole, I wanted to feel it all the way inside me. In the back of my mind I heard the group laugh and call me "the mom whore" and other names, exciting me even more. My pussy now throbbed and I clawed at it with my fingers, digging deeply inside my body trying desperately to trigger that orgasm that lingered there. I kept on sucking, I wanted my son's cum to fill my mouth and then my belly. As his excitement (and his cock) grew, I sucked more strongly, drinking all of his precum as well. His hips now began to hump and I felt is cock now slamming into the back of my throat, I gagged a couple of times and then he leaned forward; grabbing my hair and pushed hard as I swallowed it all. He kept shoving my face into his crotch as it slid into me. I now mouth fucked his cock and felt it expand more. I followed his cock as he knelt and I was now on my hands and knees, serving him with my mouth and wanting him to fill me. I sucked harder as I felt hands on my bottom, pulling it open. I was not sure what was happening, but I did not care, I wanted my mouth to be filled with his cum. I felt a knob, yes the head of another cock slide into my sloppy pussy moaned at the pleasure, even as it entered me roughly in one deep stroke and slammed into my cervix it felt good. And then it was gone. I wriggled my bottom wanting it back, and then, suddenly I felt it hard, firm and slippery from my juices. Then it rammed, in one strong stroke deep into my ass. I felt as it I was being split in two and tried to cry out, but my son's cock was still buried in my throat. He laughed and the other man slapped my ass hard, it burned, and yet I continue to suck Dave and now started to hump the large cock buried deep in my ass. I then felt Dave's cock swell in preparation to fill me. He pulled out of my throat and pulled on his angry looking cock and filled my mouth. Again I felt like I was drowning as over and over streams of my son's cum filled me. I swallowed, and gagged on the volume but loved and savored every drop. He filled me and squirted onto my face over and over till finally his lovely cum stopped. The man in my ass slapped me again and fucked into me harder now, although my ass was adjusting, it still burned and I felt as if I was on fire, but I felt my body now humping him fully, begging him to use me and fill me with this stranger's cum. Then I felt another cock being shoved into my mouth, another stranger. I could not see him but only reacted like the slut I am and swallowed him into my throat as well as I felt the man in my ass was now cumming and filling my hole with his cum. He was filling me to overflowing as I felt his cum drain from me as he pulled out and dollops of his hot cum ran down my ass leaving me in a pool of cum. Stranger after stranger now used me till l lost count and could feel cum covering me, filling me and draining out of me from every hole. Through the fog, I heard someone laugh and call me a cum dump and although the words burned my ears, I kept humping and sucking each cock that was presented to me. Then as the time and cum and burning desire filled me I started my orgasm.Time froze, I felt it all, I could feel the cocks enter and fill me, I could hear the words and laughter around me. The humiliation burned in my mind, but my orgasm began and continued consuming me and owning me. Over and over the spasms wracked my body. My body was used in every way imaginable and I resisted nothing. My body begged for more as the pleasure and abuse drove me to higher and higher levels of orgasm. My body convulsed and drained me as I slowly passed into darkness as I now accepted their cum and whatever else they did to me. From Housewife to Whore Ch. 05 Chapter 5 (Accepting my submission) I woke, it was dark, my body ached and it was cold. I opened my eyes and I strained to see where I was. I could feel my holes still draining of the many loads of cum I had taken, my nostrils flared with desire as the aroma of cum was all over and inside me. I rose slightly, leaning on my elbow and as my eyes adjusted I realized I was in a warehouse looking building. It was dark, but streams of light shown through the broken windows across the back of the building. I was naked and bound, my bound wrists and legs held me in a standing spread eagle position. I could smell and feel the cum that had filled my pussy and ass still draining from me, drizzling slowly down my thighs. I could feel my nipples standing firm, almost painfully erect, due in part to the cold air, but also due to my still highly aroused state of my body. My eyes strained but I could see no one, but I could hear some muffled voices from the darkened area at the rear of the building. Shortly I saw a door open and the light filled the area where several men were standing. I could not make out any details as they were silhouetted against the light from the open door, but there appeared to be several, more than a dozen. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable and my eyes filled with tears as I wondered why my son was treating me this way. Again the door opened and more men came into the building and then the group began to move toward me. In a few moments a large flood light came on, fully exposing my naked body. I felt the heat of the light and the heat from within as my fear mixed with my arousal and I felt the humiliation of a total submission as the "fight" I normally had seemed to dissipate and I accepted my fate, whatever that might be. I wanted it! I could now see that the group of men was really a group of boys from my son's football team, about 18 or so of them and my son was at the front of the group. They walked up to me and Dave stepped forward and untied my hands and then my legs and led me to a large wooden spool. He firmly pushed me over this object and attached my hands and feet to opposite sides of this spool, draping and spreading me open fully once again. He slapped my bottom hard and then stepped around and told me "Mom, you are going to be the best whore we have ever had and ALL of us will enjoy you now" I felt another tear slide down my cheek as I lay across this object. He then addressed the group saying, "guys, this is my mom, she is a real slut and willing to be used by all of you. I offer her to you to do as you wish" Then spreading my bottom, he said, "you can have any hole you want, she has a nice hot and constantly wet whores' pussy, and an asshole that is tight." Then laughing he added, "for now" and they all laughed. He then walked to my head and said, "her mouth and throat are also offered for your pleasure, so guys, enjoy!!" Then adding, "seconds or more are also welcomed, use her as often and in whatever ways you want guys" I could hear the rustling of the boys undressing and then hands on me, touching, exploring and then the first cock was offered to me, I sucked it into my mouth and began the process of being nothing more than a cum dump for this group of boys. Almost immediately I felt a cock begin to explore my pussy and then shoved it is firmly. I took cock after hard cock, over and over, for hours it seemed, all filling me in every hole, doing everything nasty their young minds could think up, laughing at me as they used me 'ass to mouth' me over and over. Laughing as my body as it reacted to the total humiliation and use and convulsed again and again in orgasms in spite of my use. Finally they were done with me. I lay there dripping from all my holes, my body covered in cum and in total exhaustion, I found I only wanted more like a true whore. Feeling totally used and still aroused my mind screamed to myself, how can you still want more, yet my body throbbed and my belly ached. It was then that heard Dave tell the guys, "do you think her pussy is stretched enough for a fist now?" They all cheered and laughed as they began a chant, softly of "fist, fist, fist". I wondered what this meant, but only for a moment till I felt Dave's fingers delve into my cum filled and dripping pussy. First one, then two then three fingers and then I felt my body surrender to the pleasure and I moaned. The group burst into laughter at the "slut" that no longer could resist and they yelped in pleasure and as glob after glob of their own cum gushed from my now filled hole and ran nastily down my thighs pooling on the floor between my legs. Then Dave continued with a fourth finger. I felt my pussy stretch, my mind kept racing chanting in unison to their cheers of more, more, more. Then I felt his thumb enter me and he pushed. I felt the slight pain, but spread myself as best I could, I now understood the chat of "fist". Then, in a hard push, his hand entered my body, ramming deeply into me and he began to fist fuck me, just as he would with a cock. My body reacted to this large, hard fist/arm 'cock' now fucking me as he would delve deep into me and then pull all the way out, each time the reentry became easier as my pussy stretched to accept it, even beg for it. The chant from the group now changed to "cum, cum, cum" .and my body ached for yet another orgasm. I felt my entire body now begin to throb, to spasm as his fist went more and more deeply into my needy hole. Then I felt his other hand touch and fingers enter my ass. I cried out softly, not in pain, but pleasure. I felt my orgasm now begin, slowly, but building quickly as he added a fourth finger to my ass. I felt the pain of being stretched, but felt more the pleasure as my body now erupted. Wave after wave of pleasure racked my body, I could feel both his fists now buried deep in my holes, I felt the pain, I FELT THE PLEASURE. Finally collapsing as my exhausted body still convulsed in pleasure. Then just before I passed out in total pleasure and use, I felt his hands slip from my abused holes. I heard another cheer and guffaws about my "huge stretched slut holes" and I thought "I feel empty" as I drifted off to sleep. From Housewife to Whore Ch. 06 Chapter 6 (The Awakening) As I woke, I saw the sun streaming into the window, the curtains open and the cool morning breeze filling the room. I felt fresh and alive and wondered, "was this all a dream?" I thought of what had all happened over the past two days....but was it a dream? As the thoughts of my dream flowed through my mind my fingers found their way to my pussy. As I touched myself I realized it was not a dream...............my pussy was wet and sloppy and filled with cum from last night at the warehouse. I then noticed the crusty residue of dried cum in my hair, on my breasts and legs and face. My eyes welled up with tears as my early morning hope faded and the full weight of the situation fell to me. I pulled my fingers, now coated in the slimy and thin left over cum from my pussy and stared at it ad it dripped onto my body from my fingers.................and then, as if commanded I placed my fingers into my mouth and suckled then till they were clean. I wept softly realizing I was a total whore, used fully and still desiring more. My fingers wet back over and over to my pussy and cleaned my fingers till I had cleaned out my nasty used hole. My God, I wondered, what would my husband think? How could I keep this from him, he would surely hate me and leave me. I wept. Finally I lifted my head, I had to get a grip and take control. My first order of business was to get cleaned up and as I slid from the bed I felt a large quantity of cum again drain from both my pussy and ass, streaming down my thighs and pooling around my feet. The mixture of these fluids now drizzled slowly to the floor, coating my legs and feet. I stared for a moment, then ran my fingers through the slippery fluid on my legs and licked them dry, over and over until my hole was empty and my mouth and belly full. Upon completion, I knelt to the floor and licked up the last vestiges of last night's use of my body. I felt my body as it became fully aroused again.....I needed this.OMG can this be my new life? I then proceeded into the bathroom, naked and still dripping as I ran the water in the shower till it was hot and stepped in. I began scrubbing my body and hair, cleaning me as best I could, as if I could wash away all of the past two days. I douched over and over; surely I could wash this shame off and out of me. I put on my robe as I left the shower and knelt as I gave myself an enema, still trying to clean me, all of me, I had to wash this off and out of me. I wept again and I expelled all that was left inside me and I sat there, legs spread as the last drops of the enema slipped from inside me. Then back into the shower once more, I washed it all away, I felt fresh, and like my old self again as I toweled my body dry and went about applying makeup and doing my hair as I normally would. Once ready, I walked into the bedroom to dress and prepare for the day when it hit me, I had no underwear or clothing, other than a badly stained and smelly dress that lay in the corner of the bedroom. I went to the closet and was surprised to find a nice dress hanging there. I slipped it on and it hung to my knees, very appropriate and more like I would normally wear. I slipped on some 2" heels and felt nice and good once again as I strolled out of the bedroom. As I walked into the family room, I noticed a note and with shaky hands I picked it up to read, as follows: Mom, you were wonderful last night; the entire team thought you were super and is looking forward to the next time. They loved how nasty you were and how willingly you performed." "Today, you will again do as commanded, but for now, I want you to relax so arrangements have been made for you at the Spa Unique across town at 10:00 AM. Introduce yourself to the receptionist and she will tell you all that is planned to make today a very relaxing day for you. You sessions will be done by 4:00 PM so stop back by the receptionist and she will provide you with another envelope that will contain your instructions for the next stage of today. Thanks Mom for being such a wonderful slut" It was signed simply "Dave". When I read the word "slut" it shook me, but I tried to remain calm and the thought of the "next envelope" frightened me, yet I could feel my stomach squirm and my pussy throb.....damn, I was wet again. I walked to the garage and slipped into the car and drove out of the neighborhood with my dress riding high as my fingers dipped once again into my wet and swollen pussy. I turned on the highway wondering to myself, "What is in store for me today". I felt my clit stiffen and my thighs became coated in excitement. Chapter 7 (The Spa) My drive across town as uneventful other than my fingers dancing in my pussy, I was excited and aroused fully by time I arrive at the spa. I walked in and saw the receptionist at her desk and walked over to speak to her. I gave her my name and she smiled and we chatted as she described a lovely day, then she told me that it would be a little wait to get started, but only a few minutes. We continued to chat as she said that the day that was planned for me would be very exciting and enjoyable. She went on to say how lovely I was and that seeing this was a gift she said, "Someone must think you are very special". My instructions read: Arrive, full spa day •Shower and soak in the tub •Massage •First session, electrolysis of 5 to remove all anal, vaginal and under arm and leg hair, shape eye brows •Body scrub •Pedicure and manicure •Hair cut •Facial •Make up •Getting Dressed •Instructions..........from the receptions to you - the whore I smiled and thanked her as I felt my pussy throbbing and leaking down my legs once again. I could feel my nipples now fully distended and knew they must be very visible as she kept looking at them, making me more aroused all the time. As the young lady that was to help me prepare for the day approached, she told me to be sure to stop by afterwards that she had another envelope for me... Hearing this I blushed wondering if she had read what was inside it and knew what was in store for me after I left the spa today. I smiled and thanked her and walked away with the young lady to the area where I would get ready for all that was in store. The same young lady (Stefanie) that came to get me was the attendant and after disrobing and slipping on a robe and slippers I was off to the first activity. First up was a shower and a soak in the tub, with Stefanie as my attendant she gently soaped up and rubbed and cleaned my entire body. Her soft touch and gentle approach allowed me to relax even thought I had never had a woman bathe me or even touch me like this in my adult life. I enjoyed her hands as they slipped all over me, touching, massaging and yes....arousing me fully. Each crevice or mound she stroked only built my desire for further attention. Unconsciously my legs parted allowing her access to my swollen pussy and she responded with a very gentle massage of my labia and clit, but did not enter my pussy. As her fingers danced across my clit I moaned and then became embarrassed, blushing till she reached out with her other hand and touched my lips to silence me and smiled. Then softly she said, "not to worry, I want you to fully enjoy this bath, relax Sheila". I closed my eyes and relaxed again, spreading my legs a little more to let her know that I was now in her hands. Over the next 20 minutes or so she brought me close to orgasm at least 10 times, but never took me over the edge...till the last time. As she rubbed and touched me I felt my body on the edge of an explosion, my nipple taught and hard, my pussy swollen and ready, as I felt her fingers finally enter me, one, two then three.............I opened my eyes slightly as saw her smiling at me. I was embarrassed, but so aroused I could not stop, I felt her touch soft, firm, sensuous as she slipped another finger into me, I was about to explode and moaned softly, her fingers now filling my pussy and her thumb rubbed my clit. She was careful not to take me over the edge until I was so fully aroused that I could not stop, and then just as I started into orgasm, she slipped her thumb into my aroused pussy and pushed. As my body now began the spasms of orgasm I felt her entire hand slide into me, deeper and deeper till I felt her firmly against my cervix. My eyes closed, I felt the fullness, the excitement, the total arousal and submission to this very young lady and gave my body over to its own desire and reaction as wave after wave of pleasure wracked through my body. I cried out in pleasure, moaned with abandon and gave in fully to the animal desires of pleasure. Over and over she brought me to one orgasm after another till my body was totally exhausted and I slumped into a heap of used flesh. My body still throbbing and I felt the spasms of pleasure deep in my pussy and body. I moaned one final time and laid my head back on the tub pillow and smiled at her and softly said, "thank you, that was wonderful". She gently massaged me and ran very warm water over me to remove all the soap, then rose and stood beside me and knelt down and kissed me, deeply on the lips. Her tongue explored my lips gently and then she lifted her lips from me and smiled. I stared in shock, but reacted by lifting my mouth to meet hers again and kissed her deeply in response. As we broke the kiss she said softly, "Sheila, you are so lovely, thank you and we will see each other later today." She rose and helped me into a bath robe and gave me a quick peck on my cheek, a hug and slipped out of the room. I was then taken by another beautiful young lady to by next stop along the way; Laser Hair Removal. My robe was removed and I lay on a table, not unlike a doctor's office. I was covered in a sheet till the technician entered the room. He was slightly older, but very professional and explained to me that what was part of my treatment was to be done over the next 5 weeks, total removal of all body hair except my eyebrows and the hair on my head. I froze, shocked and frightened I asked, "May I think about this?" His response was, "Sheila, this is a prepaid package, we are expected to fulfill the desires of those that paid to have you here today, you can refuse, but we will have to cancel the rest of the days activities." I thought briefly about who had paid for this and what might happen to me, so I told him to go ahead. He removed the sheet and exposed my body fully, looking me over from my feet to my head and especially the areas around my pussy and asshole. Embarrassed as my arousal began once again, I tried not to look at him, but his fingers danced through the hair between my legs and my pussy. He raised my arms looking at my underarms and told me he would remove it along with the arms and legs as well the next few weeks. Then he pulled out is Laser unit and began to work on me, first a few on my feet, then around my eyes (shaping my eyebrows), and then to my pubic and anal areas. He spread me with stirrups like my OB/GYN and began removal, it kind of stung and burned a little, but his fingers passing over me continued to arouse me, I felt my wetness begin to ooze from my pussy and he smiled and said, "Enjoying this?" I turned red and said nothing. He continued his progress and removed all of the hair around my entire pubic area and between my legs and around my asshole. As he finished he moved on to my legs, arms and underarms. I was tender, but so aroused when he left that I felt my body and could feel the areas that had been removed considerably. I liked the smooth feeling and was touching myself when the last attendant came back into the room, startling me. I again turned red knowing she had seen me touching myself. She smiled and calmed me and said, "Does it feel good like this?" I responded softly to her telling her "yes." Then she lifted her uniform skirt and showed me her fully bare pussy and said, "Oh you will love it this way" and giggled. I stared at her bare pussy as she touched it and slipped a finger into it showing me that she was wet too. Then, stepping between my legs, she knelt and softly massaged my pussy, coating it with a small amount of oil and rubbing me as I squirmed in pleasure once again. She then slipped a finger, then two then three into me and leaned forward to suck my clit into her mouth. I moaned and humped her mouth like a hard cock. She placed her hand on my stomach to calm me and hold me in place as she continued to suck my clit and finger my pussy, adding another finger. Again, my body quickly became fully aroused................I moaned and humped, wanting more till I felt her thumb and hand slide into me, fully filling me again. I squirmed in pure pleasure, now humping her hand and forearm like some huge cock till I exploded into my second total orgasm in the last hour. Like Stef, she touched and massaged me as I continued to spasm as the orgasm finally passed, allowing me to relax and calm. Also like Stef, she also walked to the top of the table and leaned over and kissed me deeply. I kissed her back and immediately felt my body react as if I had not had an orgasm in a year, throbbing again, and ready for more pleasure. She finally pulled away, smiled and helped me into my robe once more and took me to the next room. The next few hours were used to provide me pampering as I had never experienced including Body scrub, Pedicure and manicure, Hair cut, Facial and Make up. I felt so good that I almost forgot that I was a whore, my son's whore; even his friends' whore. I finished the day as Stephanie helped me dress, not in the clothes I had arrived in, but slowly and sensuously she dressed me in a garter and genuine pair of silk hose. Then a soft and almost see through silk blouse, my nipple stood straight out totally aroused. Before she buttoned my blouse she sucked my nipples long and hard, I felt my pussy swell and begin to flow fully. Then before she put a very short black skirt on me, she laid me back onto the table, spread my legs fully and suckled my labia, clit and sucked them all deeply into her mouth. I climaxed over and over, my body racked with pleasure and then I collapsed. My very short skirt was then slipped up over my hips and I rose upon her command, slipped into a new pair of 4" black heels and was led to a mirror to see what I had become. And as elegant as I felt in all the silk and pampering, I fully recognized now more than ever that I as nothing but a whore. My son's whore and no matter how much I fought the feeling, I could feel my body react with total arousal and need. I was ready for what was to come next. Chapter 8 As I walked from the room to the lobby, I spoke softly to the receptionist and asked for my "other" envelope. She smiled and looked at it briefly and then handed it to me. I looked at it and turned bright red when I read the letters on the envelope. "For my Slut Mom" was written on it, I glanced nervously at her and she looked at me and said. "Your son is a wonderful man and a lucky man to have a whore like you". I tried to smile and started to walk away when I heard her call after me, "enjoy the rest of your day SLUT". My pussy was suddenly swollen and dripping again, my heart raced as I walked out the door, tearing open the envelope and read the note inside. It had three bullet points on it stating; •Look up SLUT and get into the waiting Limousine. •Once inside masturbate openly as you travel to your next destination •Get out of the Limo upon arrival, once you are there, you will be taken and used for 48 hours. I have approved them to enjoy all of you, you will not have a safe word, you will not object to anything they do to you and you will accept and please or be used by anyone that selects you for their pleasure. You will honor me in being MY total SLUT and WHORE you have become so willingly now. I walked to the waiting Limo, a large black man in a tux opened the door for me and closed the door, I immediately spread my legs and pulled up my skirt and began to masturbate as commanded. My cunt was now slobbering and my thighs a sticky mess as my fingers delved more and more deeply into my slut holes. I lay my head back, knowing the driver was watching me and allowed my body to take over wondering what was in store for me over the next 48 hours as we sped out of town and into the late afternoon haze. About an hour later we slowed and turned off of the main road onto a smaller road and soon after into a darkened lane. Trees on both sides blocked my view, I had no idea where I was but I knew my mission was to offer myself up to any and all upon arrival. I knew I had to please my Master by proving I will obey his every command. Suddenly out of the dark tree lined lane we pulled up in front of what appeared to be a castle. It stood massive and daunting in the shadows as the limo gently slowed to a halt. I felt my pussy throbbing in anticipation, my nipples hard and extended against the silk and my legs shook with fear. I wondered, what has my son....OMG yes, my son arranged for me. I heard the door handle click and the door opened quietly and I saw a well dressed gentleman holding out his hand for me. He was dressed in a tux as well and I took his hand, allowing my skirt to once again fall to cover my body. I smiled softly but he said nothing, other than to guide me to the large double door entry. The heavy wooden doors swung widely and we walked in to a darkened entry foyer. I shook in fear as we walked beyond the foyer into a larger and moderately lit room. I could hear some muffled voices in the next room, but could not hear what they were saying. Then we were joined by two lovely women. My eyes widened as they were naked and had leather restraints on their hands and ankles. Both were carrying something as they approached until I could see that they had additional restraints and immediately placed them on me. The younger woman was about 25 and the other was about 30, they both looked at me without emotion or expression. Again I felt my legs shake, they took my hand and let me to another room where I was immediately stripped of all my clothes except the heels and hose I was wearing. I was then blindfolded and led into the main room. I heard the room become hushed as I was led to what was a set of stairs; about 5 of them that I assumed must be leading to a stage. I could barely think as I was led several more feet and then stopped. I felt my arms now taken by a much larger pair of hands, pulling me roughly and extending my arms to be fastened to something and following this my legs were spread widely and my ankles also fastened into place. I realized I was fully spread and open for viewing for whomever was there. I could feel my cunt drooling and my juices running down my spread thighs like the SLUT I was. I felt my extreme arousal and yet my fear was equally intense. I froze suddenly feeling an intense orgasm shoot through me with a force that made my legs visibly wobble and a moan escaped my lips. My cunt flowed fully and I hung my head in shame, how could I cum from just being bound and exhibited to God knows what. Suddenly hands took my breasts and massaged them gently, but firmly, tugging my fully aroused and swollen nipples. I felt a sharp and severe pain as something pinched them, hard cold steel was pinching me and my cunt flowed again. I tried to pull away and was spanked severely with a hand. My bottom burned with each stroke and my cunt flowed even more. I could not help myself, I was so fully aroused and the pain was increasing this with each abuse added. Then, I hear someone on a speaker system announce, "Tonight's entertainment is here, please meet "Sheila." She is a mother of two, wife and until only a few days ago totally committed to her husband and children as a home maker." From Housewife to Whore Ch. 06 "It is with pleasure that we offer her now as "SLUT SHEILA." Raising his voice he continued, "She has been sponsored by her son." The room exploded in applause. I felt the total humiliation as the cheers and applause continued, yet I felt my body remain in a state of total arousal. I then hear the crowd quiet and could sense someone near me as he spoke again. "Sheila," he inquired, "tonight are you fully prepared to offer yourself fully and totally to us to please and serve your Master your son as he has commanded?" I shook as I felt the microphone touch my dry lips. I tried to speak and opened my mouth and heard nothing coming out. Again I opened my mouth and was finally able to softly whisper "yes". He laughed loudly and the audience followed with hoots and cat calls as well, and then the announcer spoke again, "oh come on now, you can do better than a whisper can't you?" The crowd erupted again and then quieted as he again spoke saying, "now we all know you are a slut and whore, you serve your son and are now owned by your son, so tell us you are a mom slut, love to serve your son and will do the same for us, tell us Sheila!" I could feel my body quake, my throat felt dry and raspy as I again spoke softly saying, "yes, I will please my son by serving you in any and every way you ask." The crowd again exploded in jeers and calls of "whore" and "slut" and "cunt". Again he crowd quieted and I heard him speak again, "so SLUT, Mommy Slut; you now promise to perform as commanded by your 'SON' and Master and serve us totally, correct?" I responded softly stating "yes." He replied, "you know there is NO safe word, correct?" I felt my body quake as if I was going to have another orgasm, my legs shook and a sweat broke out over my body as I spoke again saying, "yes. I am aware I cannot ask or beg for quarter and I will serve you fully in the name of my son" He then slid his hand between my spread thighs and slid two fingers into my hole and removed it, held it up to the crowd and the all watched as the wet, sticky fluids from my body glistened in the lights and then slid them into my mouth, I suckled them deep into my throat and licked them dry and clean. Then once more he spoke, "then now, you will be taken and used fully for the next 48 hours, you are ours and we will treat you like the Mom Slut you are." He then walked away and I heard him call out, "Masters, please take your positions and enjoy this total whore!!" I shook, frightened, aroused beyond my wildest imagination and totally humiliated as I stood naked and blindfolded before strangers awaiting my fate, aroused and willing, I was on Son's whore. From Housewife to Whore Ch. 07 Sound faded as my mind screamed for release from the danger, yet my body was fully aroused and in total need of use and abuse, I focused on one thought that kept me aroused as I finally realized, I am my son's slut and I want to, yes want to please him in any way possible. I felt a breath on my neck and ear as Dave whispered softly, "Mom, you know I love you and accept you as my slut." He continued "As such you need to serve me totally, fulfilling anyone's needs I offer you to, without complaint or resistance, give in and please me totally, make me proud of my slut". As he spoke to me, I was shocked, not at his words, but how my body became even more aroused and sensitive, I almost came as his hand gently massaged my back as he rose and left. I needed to please him and as if I was being given a major award, I was suddenly proud to serve him. I felt a spasm in my pussy, no..... my son's cunt as my juices now flowed freely as I waited for what was to come. In the background I heard some rustling and whispering and the crowd murmured as I awaited my fate. Then suddenly with no warning, I heard a swish and a burning feeling extend across my exposed bottom. I started to scream at the intense and unexpected pain but the scream caught in my throat as my mouth opened and nothing came out. I need to make my son proud, I needed to suffer without complaint. My eyes burned with tears, and then another stroke lashed painfully across my bottom, I felt my knees wobble and my head pull back as I again choked away my scream. I shivered in pain, but just as much in pleasure as somewhere deep in the depths of my body sent extreme pulses to my now stiffened nipples and my dripping cunt. I raised my bottom for the next stroke, needing it now. Over and over the strokes landed expertly on my bottom, each time sending shivers through my body. The pain was excruciating, but also drove my body closer and closer to orgasm. I needed more, I heard my strained voice call out softly, "more please, more, more, I need this." The crowd cheered in the background as the Master continued to use me harshly till suddenly, my body shook violently and I cried out as my orgasm exploded. I felt it deep in my body and then the shocks stuck through my cunt, my nipples and I gushed cum as it streamed down my legs. I could only see stars as the pain and pleasure blocked my vision other than stars like I was going to pass out. I could not stop, the orgasms continued as did the strokes from the whip. Finally after what seemed to be hours I felt my body totally collapse in exhaustion from the extreme orgasm. Then the strokes stopped. I kept feeling involuntary shudders from deep inside me. My cunt slobbered my juices down my legs and I dropped my head and slumped forward against my restraints. Gasping for breath, I moaned deeply and then finally became still. The audience cheered to my total humiliation, yet, deep inside I felt pride in my service to my son......and I felt another pulsation in my cunt knowing I wanted more, no, I needed more! In a few moments I felt two sets of gentle soft hands on me as two females removed me from my restraints, I fell forward as they caught me and helped me to a table. As they lay me back onto the cool table I cried out softly as my bottom contacted the hard surface, the pain shocked me back to a level of consciousness. I felt my knees being bound pulled back and over my head. I was spread widely and my head dropped back thought an opening in the table that allowed my head to rest on a loser headrest. Not fully realizing it at the time, I was positioned now to provide total access to my ass, my cunt and my mouth and tits. Finally my arms were extended and bound out to the sides. A call was made to the audience, "we now offer the slut to all of you, based on the numbers you were handed as you entered the building tonight". I shook, again, more from arousal than fear. The announcer went on to say, "at this time, she is available for any form of sex you wish, her ass, cunt and mouth will welcome you as you wish." I heard a commotion as the crowd began to arrange themselves in a line to use my body. I shook again and then felt that breath again, it was Dave as he complimented me on my performance so far and then went on to say, " you will not offer your body totally to be used by those I have approved to use you, enjoy my slut, make me proud of you." I had no idea who or how many people were out there, but I was soon touched by a pair of hands, pushing my legs apart a little more and just as quickly I felt the head of a hard cock pushing against my soaked cunt. It slid in easily and fucked me hard. I shivered as this cock was buried to the hilt and I felt my cervix plundered. Over and over, hard and fast he fucked me till he filled me with his cum. Then just as quickly as he came in me, he left, I groaned as his cock slipped out leaving my hole empty and leaking. Quickly though I was filled again and again, large cocks, small cocks all using my cunt. Others began to fuck my mouth and throat filling my mouth and face and tits with more cum. Then others began stuffing their cocks up my ass, it is then that my orgasms began. I started shuttering and cumming over and over as each cock now filled me with load after load. I needed this more than I ever imagined, I began to beg for more, cumming harder and harder with each cock filling one of my holes. I was more stretched than ever as my ass was filled with some huge cocks and my cum filled cunt was not being fisted. I heard laughter as I was covered and filled with cum and as humiliating as that was it increased the intensity of my orgasms. My mind swam in a pool of cum and pleasure as each participant used me. Many were now taking me ass to mouth as I cleaned their nasty cocks dripping with cum and the filth from my ass. I licked and cleaned them all like a total slut drinking it all down. Time eluded me, the number of cocks using me or the amount of cum filling or covering me was lost in a fog of orgasms and fatigue. Finally the activity slowed then stopped, I passed out. Still blindfolded, I had no sense of time when I awoke. I moaned at the pain of the abuse I had suffered so willingly. And I again felt the two females gently touch me and help me sit up from my position, still on the table. I felt and smelled the sticky and dried cum still covering and filling my body as they lifted me to a sitting position. As I rose, I felt globs of cum running from my filled and used cunt and asshole, I shivered again feeling my body react to this nasty show my body was putting on. I felt a cold object shoved between my legs and another against my ass as what seemed to be gallons of cum drained from my used holes. I groaned as I was lifted to a standing position with my legs spread wide as I continued to drain more cum and filth from my holes into what was two containers positioned to capture this valuable fluid from the depths of my body. Finally the blindfold was removed, I blinked and closed my eyes at the painful, but not very bright light hurt my eyes. As my eyes adjusted, I could see my body covered in cum, my tits and stomach, my legs, my pussy was virtually encased in dried cum. One of the girls held up a mirror for me to see my face which looked as if I had dried cream coating my face and hair totally except where the blindfold had been positioned. I gasped at the sight of myself and then gasped again as I felt a thick, deep spasm in my belly. I looked for Dave to see if I had pleased him, but he was not in sight. Then, in just a few moments I felt a man's hand on my back, it was Dave, he leaned close to my ear and whispered his pride in how his slut mom had performed. Smiling broadly at me he lifted one of the cum filled containers and handed it to me and said, "let's toast your performance my slut." He lifted his beer and clicked it against the container and took a deep drink from his beer. I looked at him for a moment and then realized what he expected from me. I looked deeply into the container and saw a milky almost brackish looking thick liquid filling the container and looked back at Dave. With a large smile on his face, he clicked his beer against the container and said, "Bottoms Up Slut!" Swallowing hard, I now fully knew what was expected of me and brought the container to my lips and tipping it up, I began to drink..........almost gagging as the liquid flowed into my mouth, I forced myself to drink and swallow. Gulp after gulp the liquid slowly disappeared down my throat. The thick salty and brackish tasting liquid filled my mouth and my stomach. I looked deeply into my son's eyes and continued to drink until it was gone. Proudly I smiled at him and then taking my finger and wiped some of the liquid on the side of the container onto my fingers and then lifted my finger to my mouth and licked it dry. Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers and guffaws of slut and whore. Somewhat shocked as I could not see the crowd as they sat in darkness, I blushed, as ridiculous as this may sound, I blushed. My son rose and took a bow and told the group that we would now take a 4 hour break to allow me some sleep and then continued telling them all, "but that does not mean my mom slut will be allowed to clean up, she will remain soiled and covered until the show is over tomorrow." I was taken back stage and provided a cot to sleep on, I drifted off quickly with the taste of cum in my mouth and thoughts of what is to come in four hours, what awaits me?