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Joan's Year Of Changes

By: engywwok



My name is Edward King. I'm an engineer in a prominent architectural firm. I've been a company shareholder for nearly twenty five years. On my third year at the firm, I had a house built in a nice neighborhood on the east side of town. My wife, Joan and I have raised our twin daughters in that house and both recently graduated from college. 

About five years ago, Joan went back to teaching full time. For years, she had been a substitute high school math teacher for the local school district. But, the girls were seniors and were choosing colleges. The extra money from Joan's new full time position would help pay dual college tuitions; so, I was happy with her decision. 

The day after our daughters' high school graduation, Joan got an offer. It was for the position she wanted. I always knew she would get it. Joan is a smart, well organized and determined woman. She has taught Sunday school; coached girl's volleyball; helped with the annual church festival and the local pregnancy center all while successfully raising twin girls. 

As I said, It didn't surprise me that Joan got the job; but, the school was across town and that did surprise me. It worried me to death. Corrville was recently acquired by a private company. The city would only renew the company's contract if there was a demonstrable improvement in test scores. Joan saw this job as a calling; a chance to do something good for others. Even though I worried for her safety, I couldn't tell her to abandon the position. 

Joan was as nervous as a freshman on her first day of school. She left early and, what became a habit, she came home late. I was sitting on the couch when she came in through the garage. She was wearing a mid length black wool skirt and jacket with a pink silk top. 

Joan stepped out of her high heels before walking across the white carpet to sit next to me. She told me about her day. Period by period she described how the students filed into her room and how she had to tell them over and over again to be quiet. Honestly, I've forgotten most of what she said but I'll never forget how she looked. Even with a blouse buttoned up to her neck, and a skirt that shadowed her knees, her charms were obvious. Joan has kept her shape over the years. In fact, she's probably in better shape than when we first met. I can say that because after having the girls her body blossomed into a perfect image of mature femininity; she has a big bust, a tiny waist and a small shapely ass,. 

Taking her all in, I began to worry about this desirable woman teaching in a bad part of town. I kept my worries to myself and waited a few months before voicing my concerns. When I did, I was shocked to be immediately put on the defensive. 

We were eating dinner when I said, "You know, I'm a little worried about you spending so much time at school. I mean can't you do more of your work here? 

Joan suddenly stopped eating and asked flatly, "What do you mean?"

I decided to just say it, "You get home after dark. That's not the kind of place for a woman after dark. 

"Ed, you can't assume just because most of my students are black that I'm in some sort of danger."

"That's not what I said, Joan. It's just that Corrville High isn't known for sports or academics. You said yourself that if it weren't for the vice principal being such a big guy and always walking the halls, you'd be worried."

Joan relaxed and said, "Yeah, but that was when I first started. Everything's fine now. You're welcome to come by the school. Drop by some time. It's just like Hamilton East."

Hamilton East is the public high school near our house. I doubted Corrville was anything like it. But, Joan was so enthusiastic that I didn't say anything. When I looked up from my plate, Joan was staring at me the way a person stares at something ugly. 

"You're right Corrville is not like East Hamilton but it could be someday. The kids are a little rough around the edges. But they can learn. James told me that his office has already received a bunch of letters from parents thanking us for making their school something they can be proud of; we're doing important work there." 

I agreed with her but I reiterated that she was my first and only concern. That at least brought a smile to her face. Later that week I dropped by her school. There were metal detectors and security guards at the entrance. One of them escorted me to the office and the receptionist told me to go ahead up to Joan's classroom. 

"Up?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, her classroom was moved to the second floor of the East wing. The core disciplines are being grouped together and that wing was the first to be refurbished. That tells you how important math is doesn't it. It'll be months before we get to the Art department." 

I smiled my reply and ascended the two flights of stairs to the East wing. Just as I was rounding the last corner, a deep baritone voiced asked me if I needed any help. The voice came from a large black man in dark pants and blue dress shirt. The top button was unfastened and his tie was pulled loose away from his thick neck. 

"I'm Ed, Joan King's husband." He shook my hand and introduced himself as Jim Butcher. 

"Your wife is doing a great job for us. She's a great teacher." He said while pumping my hand. He was just finishing his 'rounds' so we talked for a couple of minutes. No wonder Joan felt safe. Who would instigate any trouble with that guy around? 

I found Joan in her classroom, grading another pop quiz. She told me it was too bad I missed Jim and that he had just left. I told her that I talked to him at the end of the hall and that he seemed to be a pretty cool guy.

"He is and the kids just love him. He's like a big bear." Joan said casually. 

What do you mean? I asked 

"Oh you know, he can be mean and ferocious when he needs to be but most of the time he's just bluster and blow in soft fur."

I agreed with a nod then waited for her to finish. As we left, Joan took me for a tour of the school. The equipment and the facilities were worn but everything was clean and functional. After that day I no longer worried about Joan's safety. And I suppose that's good since, as I already mentioned, she's been teaching there for five years. But, what's more, she just ended an affair with Jim. 

I wish I could say that I discovered the tryst and forced her to end it, or that she ended it for me; but none of that would be true. Joan was forced to end the affair, I'm sure if things were different she would still be coming home late with her womb full of his black man's seed and sadly, I would be none the wiser. 

I found out on a Tuesday about two months ago, Joan came home early. When she made it to the kitchen threshold she stopped. I was sitting at the table. I looked up at her. She was completely still. She wasn't looking at me. She was staring at the six pages of pictures sprawled out in front of me. All the images were of her, naked with Jim. 

One at a time I picked each page and held it so she could see the printed images. When I finished, I leaned back in my chair and let a grin spread over my face. At that moment I felt as much a fool as she was a tramp. 

"Oh my God" was all she said.

She must have left the front door open. She hadn't pulled into the garage but instead had parked in front of the house so she didn't see my car in the garage. I could hear cars passing the house. Obviously, Joan had not expected me to be home. 

I turned my hands upward and asked simply, "What's going on?"

Joan's purse crashed to the floor. She leaned against the counter and tried to stammer through something but quit. So I pointed to a chair and told her to sit. Before she could move I went through the dining room to the living room. The front door was wide open and so was the driver's side door of her car. I threw the door shut and didn't venture outside. The bitch could close her own car door. I went back into the kitchen behind Joan. She was sitting in the chair with her left hand over her mouth and in her right was a page with three images of her on her knees sucking Jim's sizable black cock. There was some glare on the image like it had been taken through a window. 

"You're not going to try and tell me that it's not you, are you?" I said sarcastically 

"No" Joan said. 

She put the page down and looked up at me. There was contrition in her eyes but for what; me or being caught?

"OK, it's obvious you've been fucking this guy. But, for how long?" 

Words just burst out of Joan's mouth. "Well Ed you have to understand, it didn't start out this way, I didn't mean for it to get like this." 

She leaned forward and tried to touch me but I recoiled and repeated my question.

"It's been going on since the night Tara asked everyone to come out and celebrate her engagement." 

"When was that?" I asked forcibly. Then after a couple of moments, I asked more dispassionately, "Where was I?" 

Joan helped me remember the first day of her affair the same way she often helped me remember where I had left my keys. "You remember, you were here, it was the night I called and asked if you wanted to meet me at Tara's but you said no. I came home late and you were asleep on the couch." 

She kept peppering me with details till it hit me. She was referring to the night I had just gotten back from a long flight and was dead tired because of the layover in Boulder. 

"Joan that was a month ago." I said.

Joan nodded. 

My voice squeaked as I asked incredulously. "You've been seeing him since then?" 

Joan nodded, but after a few moments she recounted that night. "I went with Tara. We met everyone at the restaurant and a few of them wanted to go to a bar. I tried to back out but Tara wanted to go and she was my ride. We all had a great time. We were laughing and talking so much that we were surprised when the waitress yelled 'last call'. Tara was hammered. I said that I would drive her home but that meant I would have no way of getting my car from the school parking lot. So Jim met me at Tara's house and he drove me over to my car."

"So you fucked him in his car?" I asked. 

Joan took a deep breath, looked me in the eye and said, "Do you want all the details. Is that what this is about?" 

"It's about you fucking your boss and taking pictures to humiliate me." I said with a quick glance down toward the table. 

Joan protested, "I didn't know anything about these until today." 

"Just tell your story and answer my question." I said flatly.

"I don't remember how it happened. Maybe it was the alcohol, but we started kissing. I didn't fuck him in his car or mine. We didn't have sex that night." 

Before I could say anything she said "It happened the following Tuesday. That morning he came to my room. He started out with an apology and we discussed it. We agreed it was a mistake. He made some kind of comment like it wasn't the worst mistake he's ever made. I thought about that all day and that afternoon when he was making his rounds he came in and we talked. I got closer to him than I should have. Jim's an attractive man, when he put his arm around me I didn't protest. I could smell his masculinity but, it was too scary to continue in my classroom. So he told me to follow him home. I left everything on my desk and drove out to his house. I didn't think about what I was doing, because if I did, I would have stopped. When he pulled into his house, I drove by and parked up the street. I went in through the kitchen. It's a pretty house; An old Victorian that they're in the middle of restoring. That was the first time I had sex with Jim." 

The silence between us was cold and unwieldy. My next words came only with great deliberateness. "How many times did you do it?" 

Joan started to say something then stopped. With a defeated resolve she said, "We met twice."

Automatically my next question fell from my lips "How many people know about this." 

For the first time since she sat at the table, Joan looked directly into my eyes. Holding my gaze she said, "No one." I looked down at the table. The pictures were striking. I should have felt wounded and betrayed. I should have been angry. I should have hated her, but, I didn't. In fact, I didn't feel any of those things. I ran my finger over one of the pictures and traced Joan's round ass. In the picture she was on her haunches naked in front of Jim. She was cradling his scrotum with her left hand. Her mouth was latched onto his cock like a suckling pig. The picture must have been taken while she was pumping his member. Her fingers were a blur of white against his muscled landscape of dark chocolate brown. I was aroused by her wanton idolatry. This was something I had never seen before. 

Joan began to talk. Her words came slowly and softly but gained in volume and speed. At that moment, it didn't matter what she said. My mind was locked into place by the mystery of a woman that I thought I knew. My cock was as hard as it had ever been but I couldn't let her know that. 

So, without taking my eyes off the table I said, "Who took the fucking picture?" 

Joan deflated. I tapped the picture with my index finger as I waited for a response. She sat back and exhaled loudly then said "Kevin"

Joan was like a child who had run out of lies and so decided to tell the truth. I kept tapping on the picture and only stopped when she was well into her explanation. 

"Ed", Joan said hesitantly.

"I'm here" I said. I was sitting back in my chair, balancing myself on its back two legs. One of Joan's eyebrows rose and she jut out her jaw as my back touched the wall. 

"Let me explain." She said through a long exhale. 

"That would be a great idea" I said, sounding like a dare. 

Joan looked down at her hands and launched into it. "That Tuesday I found out that his wife works at the hospital and usually gets home much later than he does. She's a nurse or something."

I interrupted and said, "So she's helping others and you're helping yourself to her husband." 

"Do you want to hear this, or should I just pack my things?" she said with obvious hurt in her eyes. 

I never considered making her leave. I couldn't' imagine living without her so I nodded apologetically and waved for her to continue. But then put up my hand up to stop her. 

I voiced a bunch of questions. "Do you want to leave? Are you in love with him? Was this some kind of fling?" For the first time, Joan flashed me a genuine smile. It was unnerving and at the same time comforting. 

Joan locked me into a tight stare that caught my breath. Her femininity is a weapon; a weapon that she keeps sharp by honing it on my lust. I love seeing how men steal peeks at her when their wives aren't looking. It's great to see grown men act like little boys trying to get a peak of her upper thigh or the top of her breasts. I've seen that smile of hers before. Usually it surfaces at just the time when her power is greatest. When a man looks at her for a voyeuristic pleasure only she can give. I began to feel like one of those boys. 

Joan began again, "He kissed me. As soon as I closed the door behind me he pulled me into his arms and I was completely surrounded by his muscles. He has a musky scent and I love it. From that point, I just let it happen. I shouldn't have, I know I shouldn't have but before I knew it, he was lifting me up onto the counter. Even then, Jim was taller than me. We kissed for a while longer and I don't know how, but, my top came open. He gasped like he'd never seen boobs before. You know how I like to have my nipples teased. Well, he must have known that too. I had to ask him to fuck me just so he would stop tickling them with his tongue. 

He stood back away from the counter with his fists resting his hips. He smiled and gestured toward the floor. I got down off the counter, kissed him again and unbuckled his pants. He wasn't wearing a belt so his pants fell to the floor. You know what I did next?" 

I couldn't answer right away. Her words caught my breath and held it in my lungs. After a loud swallow I answered with a squeaky "You blew him?" 

She whispered "You would have liked that wouldn't you? 

I put my best frown on and told her to get with her story. 

"No I didn't blow him. I pulled my skirt up and turned around so I could lean on the counter." 

Joan sat closer, leaned in and whispered breathily, "I don't know if he was disappointed because I never looked at him. My panties were pulled down, the back of my blouse was shoved up to my shoulders and he grabbed my hips. He's big, real big and he used every inch of it. When he was done, I pulled my blouse back down and let my skirt fall back into place. I still had my shoes on. It was really awkward. I mean the tension and arousal was gone. I grabbed my jacket and told him goodbye. He didn't say anything so I left. 

When I got in the car I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that it would never happen again." 

I let her gaze drop to the evidence of her mendacity. She lowered her head slightly and covered her mouth again. I couldn't tell if she was worried or triumphant so I pointed out the obvious and said with a weary sigh, "So these are souvenirs from that night."

"No, on both counts." Joan said with a shake of her head. 

She continued in the same wearied tone. "Those are from the last time I saw Jim. It was going to be the last time ever. And yes it was the second time at his house. I don't know why I let it happen again. I was feeling a bit down. My classes seemed to be going nowhere. You were on one of those extended business trips. I guess I was vulnerable."

I couldn't take any more of her self pity. So I pointed to a picture and turned it toward me. I took off my glasses, cleaned them then made a show of focusing in on the image of her fellating her black boss.

"You don't look like your being forced. But then again, maybe you were tricked but how does a man trick a woman into doing this? Did he tell you it was candy?" My tone was flat and it had the desired effect. 

Joan replied angrily, "I went back because I wanted to. I figured since it was the second time and the last time, I might as well make it good."

"Was it?" I asked 

"Yes it was the last time. I'm never going to see Jim again." Joan said indignantly. 

"No, was it good?" I asked.

"Look at the pictures. He doesn't look sad does he?" Joan said with surprising buoyancy. 

"So when were these taken?" I asked again.

"Last week." Joan answered and then continued to explain. "I was leaving work and I noticed Jim was having some difficulty with a student. The boy had blown out of detention and Jim was talking with him. I stayed and helped de-escalate the boy. I knew him, he is in my third period class. Jim and I ended up in his office. There was a lot going on at the school. I can't lie, I asked him about where his wife was. He answered that she wouldn't be home for hours and then flashed me that smile. Twenty minutes later I was in his kitchen again. This time it was fun. But it's definitely the last time."

"How in the hell am I going to believe that?" I said with a steadily rising voice. 

"I'm not doing this again; if you'll forgive me. I won't ever let it happen again." Joan said. She sounded like she was the one needing to be convinced. 

I left her declaration in the air and instead asked, "who is Kevin?" 

Joan's expression fell. She started to mumble then stopped. She avoided eye contact. So I pressed the issue.

"Well, who's Kevin? It seems you've been having a threesome with these two guys. Did Kevin get jealous because you wouldn't do this." I pointed to the image of her face buried in the mass of Jim's pubic hair. 

"I'm not going to fuck Kevin." She said as fact. 

I countered with, "Looks like you already have. So, If you won't tell me who he is, then I guess I can ask Jim." and began to collect the pictures in front of me. I left the one of her looking right into the camera with Jim sweating over top of her. 


Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 02



For those first few days, nothing seemed to change. Joan wore the same clothes, came home at the same time and acted as always. But, that day with Kevin was like a mile marker on a South bound highway. The farther we got from it the more the landscape and the climate changed. 

Joan bought new business suits. All of them had skirts that were the same color and style as her old ones, but shorter. The difference was only a couple of inches and that by itself didn't mean much. After all, they weren't mini skirts. She still wore matching jackets with fashionable, button up blouses. All in all, she still looked like a professional woman.

Over time, I noticed a change in her makeup. The makeup wasn't new. She always wore a little something. What changed was the 'little something'. Her quick morning routine of applying foundation and maybe lipstick became a morning ritual of applying eyeliner, mascara eye shadow, blush and finally lipstick. 

Because of Joan's size, she's always worn high heels. But she stopped wearing the professional looking three inch high sling backs. Instead she wore shiny, black four inch pumps or strappy high heeled sandals.

Just as her shoes and skirts changed, Joan's underwear also evolved. I suppose this was the first real change that I noticed. But, I assumed it was the least of my worries. Frilly underwear help a woman feel feminine. Since no one would see them, what did it matter if Joan wore silk, lacy thongs instead of cotton briefs? I was right about the femininity but I was wrong about everything else. 

Then one day after working late I came home to an empty house. On a normal day I get home after Joan. But, that day I hadn't left the office till well after seven o'clock. 

As I paced the hall way the chaotic mantra of "Oh my God, what have I gotten her into", kept running through my head. 

I opened the garage and started for my car when she pulled into the driveway. 

"Hi Honey!" she said with big smile. 

I forgot my worries and nodded with a big smile as Joan stepped out of the car. She was stunning. She was wearing a button up white blouse with a black mid-thigh length skirt and black heels. Her perfume was heavy and smelled great. 

She had a disdainful look on her face as she passed me in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" she asked

"I was just a bit worried. You're usually home by this time." I said sheepishly 

Joan answered in her slow, 'teacher' voice "Ed, tonight was parent teacher conferences. I wrote it down on the calendar." 

I checked the calendar as I passed it on the basement door. She was right; "Conferences" was penned in red ink.

Joan put her bags down on the kitchen counter, turned, leaned back against the granite and asked "What else is bothering you?" 

"Nothing" I said unconvincingly. 

"What is it?" she asked flatly. 

I've never felt so stupid. I opened my mouth a couple of times but nothing came out. I couldn't say the words. I couldn't tell her that I was afraid she was fucking Kevin. 

"Ed, why didn't you stop him?" Joan asked flatly 

I didn't have to be told what she was referring to, so I answered reflexively "why weren't you wearing any panties?"

"Because he told me to. I couldn't disobey him. You told me to get him to come with me into the office. I did and you didn't stop him." Joan yelled.

I was suddenly angry and yelled back, "I've asked you to go without panties. I've asked you to try different things to make our love making more exciting. You've never done any of it for me. Kevin tells you to go without panties and you don't' just take off your underwear, you make sure your pussy is neat and trimmed. What the hell was that all about?"

Joan seemed to lose her angst and replied simply, "You're not Kevin. And, well, I suppose I'm just different when I'm around him."

"Different? What do you mean different?" I asked indignantly. 

As Joan answered me, a small measure of anger crept back into her voice. "When Kevin took me. Hell, when I'm just around him, I'm not a wife or a mother. I'm not a cook or house cleaner. I'm a woman. 

"What about Jim; was it different with him too?" I asked cautiously. 

Joan answered quickly "Jim was big and cute. He made me laugh. But, we never forgot who we were; we couldn't. With both of us being married we couldn't forget anything. I was always Joan, the teacher and secret lover. And when I came home I was the wife, house cleaner and middle aged mother of two. Kevin fucked me because I turned him on."

Without a pause, I asked "Ok, did it turn you on? Did you like being with Kevin?" 

Looking down at the floor, Joan swept her head back and forth and said "Why would someone his age want me? He told me it would feel good and it did. I didn't worry about kids or church, money or work. I was a woman."

Joan looked up, her eyes bore into me as she finished her thought "I don't need this kind of trouble, but he has those pictures and I'm sure he has more. I'm not having sex with him again."

What was I going to do? 

I was unnerved because she liked it. She really liked it. 

The image of Kevin fucking the hell out of his bitch formed in my mind. The Right edge of my lip curled up just as my dick began to rise. She was his bitch to do with as he pleased. She just didn't want any trouble. Nothing that she said pointed to any moral absolute. She just didn't want the embarrassment of being found out for what she really was; an eighteen year old black student's whore. That's what scared her; it wasn't the possibility of losing me or the house. She was afraid of losing face. 

I surprised us both when I said the words that I could no longer hide, "Oh yes you will." 

The words came softer than I had intended. Joan paled in spite of the quiet. She drew a breath but I didn't let her speak. I was too angry to stop. "It's about time your prim and proper ass was taught a lesson. You wanted some excitement. You got it. You wanted to have sex with a black man. You did. You never thought of me. You never thought of the twins. So, you're going to get all of the black dick you could ever want. He's going to give it to you." 

I looked into Joan's eyes; there was no energy behind them. She whispered "You can't make me do this."

"Yes I can. I'll hire a cut throat divorce lawyer. If you don't do it, everyone will see the pictures. If you don't do as I say, you'll be disgraced and on your own. 

The room was suddenly quiet. Many long moments passed while Joan wagged her head. I ignored her and continued with my stipulations. "Now as I see it, this is only going to last a year. During that time, you don't do anything without telling me all about it. Do you understand? You'll tell me everything, every little detail and you better hear me on this one." 

I let a pause magnify my next statement. "I will not be denied. Kevin had it right that night when he told you to keep me happy. Because if you don't, everyone is going to know that you've been fucking around, everyone!" 

"Ed you can't do this to me. You can't force me into this." Joan said. Her voice cracked as she spoke and tried to hold my gaze with moistened eyes. I didn't let this little bit of contrition stop me. My momentum was too strong.

"Shut up." I said without thinking. I was surprised when she stopped and looked at the floor. How could she have hid her submissiveness from me for so long? 

"You haven't been truthful with me about any of this; from your first day on the job you've been lying to me. That stops now! You saw Kevin tonight didn't you?" I asked through an angry hiss. 

Joan nodded. 

Feeling more in control I asked "What did you do with him?"

To answer my question, Joan pulled up the bottom of her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. Holding her bunched up skirt up so I could see her sex, she told me of her exploits. "I wasn't lying, today was the parent teacher conferences. Kevin came to my room after the last class and asked what time was my last appointment. He came in my classroom after the Hendersons left. I don't know how they didn't see him. He came in right as they were leaving. I had just said goodbye and was still standing. He came in and lifted my skirt. Then he smiled and told me since I was so obedient that I should be happy because he was going to trust me with everything. He didn't fuck me. He just took more pictures of me. We stayed in the classroom and he took all kinds of pictures."

"What kind of pictures? Were you naked?" I asked 

"In one way or another, yes. He had me bend over my desk and lift the back of my skirt. I unbuttoned my top all the way and stood in front of the black board. He had me sit at my desk with my skirt up high on my thighs. He took pictures of me touching myself. He photographed me on the desk lying on my back with my legs spread up in the air." 

I stopped her listing of poses by asking what I really wanted to know, "Did he touch you?" 

"No" Joan said simply. Then as a second thought she added. He gave me this. She let go of her purse and took a lanyard from around her neck. On it was a small thumb drive. 

"What is it?" I asked as I took it from her hand. 

"I have to have it on me at all times; if I don't he's going to be angry." 

I stared at her. Then she shook her head as if to clear it and answered my question. "It's the pictures. All of them plus the ones that he took of Jim and me; he probably has more copies but he said that he wanted to remind me every day what we've done together. He said that soon I won't need this reminder. I don't know what that meant. Please give me that back." 

I had the drive in my hand and closed my fist around it. "I'll give you this back after I make a copy." I told her. 

Joan looked worried. More worried than she should have been. "What's wrong don't you trust that'll give it back? Or is there something on this that you don't want me to see?"

Joan was quick "Kevin set up an email account for me. He filled it out with stuff we normally would have left blank. The username and password are on the drive. You'll know everything between him and me if you use that account. I just found out about it today. I don't know when he set it up. Honestly I don't, please don't get angry." 

I didn't get angry; I couldn't'. I put the flash drive in my pocket and then I kissed Joan hard on the lips. Her tongue probed the front of mouth as my hands found the same places Kevin had touched just a few hours ago. I had her over the island just as naked as she was for him; just as naked as she had always been for me. In our years together she had been too good to say to me the words she said then. "I'll be his whore. I'll take his seed in me. Ed, I'll do it because he tells me to. I'll do it because you want me to. I'll do it because I like it." That was the first time she confessed her desires to me. It was the first time she ever acknowledged a desire for another man. It was the first time she ever told me about the size of another man's cock. Kevin is twice as wide as any man she had ever fucked and nearly as long as her forearm. 

After twenty some years of living together I finally discovered just how little I really knew about my wife. She was a sudden stranger and I took pleasure in fucking her like one. I wanted pleasure and I took it from her loose vagina. We fucked three times. Each time she gladly indulged me. She didn't make her usual complaints about her hair or the temperature of the room. She sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. I came on her face, her ass, in her hair and on her tits. We've lived together for twenty years and I've never ejaculated anywhere but, where God intended; inside her vagina. 

That night, when I was done with her and she was sleeping soundly in her sticky mess, I went into my office and made a copy of the drive. I stayed up later than I should have looking over its contents. 

Nothing on the drive was encrypted. Inside were a few folders. The first one had the information for the email account. The other two folders were titled with a date which I assumed was the date that the pictures were taken. 

Four dozen pictures were in the folder with the current date. It was an illuminating experience to look at each in turn. At first, Joan was nothing more than a well dressed teacher standing in front of a chalkboard. Then, with the opening of a few more pictures, she took on the visage of a model in a magazine layout. Elegant and graceful, with a slight exhibition of her cleavage and trim perfectly shaped legs. The next picture changed my mind. Her pose hadn't changed. Her legs were still planted in the same place. Her hips were still slightly tilted with her ass angled away from the camera. Nothing was different but her smile. It was curled like when she's teasing me. The gleam in her eye was the same as when she was happily the center of attention. Another few pictures through the pack and she was naked and looked like a porn star in a behind-the-scenes pictorial. 

I was down to the last two pictures. In the second to the last picture; except for her heels, my wife and the mother of my children was naked bent at the waist over her desk. Her lips had the same curl and her eyes had taken on a starry gaze. 

The last picture affirmed my suspicion that Joan was already Kevin's play thing. In it I could see her bare back and naked ass. I couldn't see her face because it was buried in Kevin's jeans. In the picture's foreground, the rippled plain of Kevin's dark abdomen ended in Joan's ruffled hair. Her back and ass extended away from him. She was on her hands and knees, naked in front of Kevin, while she throated his cock. 

The other folder had the same progression of poses. In the beginning, Joan was fashionably dressed. She was wearing a different outfit but it was still a skirt with high heels. These pictures established Joan as a respectable teacher. The rest evinced the perversion of that profession. Midway through the fifty or so pictures she was standing naked before her blackboard with a wide almost mischievous grin. There was no denying that she was enjoying herself. The rest of the pictures were like an old fashioned flip book. Each photo showed a single small movement until she was once again standing behind her desk. 

Near the end of the set of pictures, Joan was bending over her desk. Her legs were straight and her ass was jutting out invitingly. She was a breeding bitch in heat. 

She wasn't alone in the last few pictures. As in the first folder, Joan was on her hands and knees, naked while she throated Kevin's cock. After a couple pictures of her slobbering over his dark, uncircumcised penis the pictures changed abruptly. Kevin's camera must have had programmable shutter because it was no longer shot from his point of view. 

Joan was bent over the desk. Her hands were at the sides of her ass pulling her cheeks apart. Joan's eyes were closed and Kevin was standing behind her holding his sizeable cock. It was gleaming from either a coating of saliva she had just slathered all over it or the fucking he had already given her. 

Kevin was grinning. 

In the next picture Kevin was behind her leaning over Joan's naked body. Joan's mouth was open in a wide circle. His cock must have been buried in her. Her expression definitely wasn't of pain but of long sought and finally captured ecstasy. 

The last of the pictures showed Kevin fucking my naked wife on top of her desk. It was obvious from the blackboard and the textbooks that they were in her classroom. He was fucking her doggy style. He had a tangle of her hair in his right fist. His leg and ass muscles were flexed and his face was contorted in a vicious snarl. Joan's face was a mask of unrefined arousal. 

A man could occasionally fuck his wife; but mostly he made love to her. Rarely could a husband possess his wife. Kevin owned Joan. Her usage was more climactic to her than anything I had ever seen. I was certain that at the moment the picture was taken, she was climaxing. He used her for his own pleasure and she came; and came hard. 

The last image was anticlimactic but was certainly very telling. After seeing Joan naked, sucking and fucking her eighteen year old black student; swallowing his spunk and taking his sperm into her unprotected womb a picture of her and him fully clothed and kissing should have left me flat. But, from that night, it is the one image I remember most. It stokes my ire and feeds my arousal. It was obvious from that picture, she would do anything for him. She kissed him like an ardent lover. 

I closed the folder and ejected the flash drive. Instinctively I started to turn the computer off but thought the better of it and instead opened the internet browser. Once I had the proper place to put them, the words came quick and easy. It took me only a couple of extra minutes to send the email via Joan's account. I sat at the desk for a few minutes trying to convince myself that I hadn't done something truly horrible. With an admixture of fear, loathing and arousal I flicked off the computer and went up to our bedroom. Before I climbed into bed I put the flash drive on Joan's dresser 

I woke up to Joan's heels clicking down the stairs. The flash drive was gone. I met her at the door to the garage and kissed her goodbye. She smelled sweet and looked more like she was going on a date than going to work teaching High School Math. I bade her have a good time. She flashed me a disarming smile and left. 

I stood in the doorway and watched the garage door jerk its way closed. It was like watching my old life close and fall away. Kevin was playing Joan perfectly. Hell, he was playing me perfectly. She couldn't claim to be an unwilling participant any more. She needed something that he gave her. It was more than a sex organ; and greater than an orgasm. With him, she had her woman-ness. With me she had children, responsibility and work. My musing turned to anger as I let my thoughts flow. Yes, and with me, she has a big house a new car and a position in our community. 

At that moment my ambivalence burned away and I was glad she was gone. I was glad I sent the email. Kevin was no idiot. Joan was unwittingly playing his game and it was such a game that now it was hers as well. She could have reported him at any time. She could have told him 'no' or even told his step father. But she never did any of those things; instead, she capitulated to his every desire. 

Kevin's email was the only address in the inbox. He had sent her several messages. At their heart each was really a set of instructions. There were no responses from Joan; until I sent one. 

"Kevin, I love our times together. I'm yours now and for always to do as you wish and when you wish it. You know all of my needs even before I do. I want to please you. I want to make you happy. Please Kevin make me yours."

All Kevin had to do was check his computer or his phone and he'd know his grasp on her was complete. He would know that he could use her as he wished and she would oblige. Hell, more than oblige, she'd relish his mastery. 

After that morning, Joan and I never talked directly about Kevin. It just never happened. But, even though she never verbally communicated any of her exploits with the young black man, I still knew all about them all. Each day, usually just before going to bed, I'd pull up her online email account and check it for new entries. Through these emails she confessed her adultery with striking detail. The inbox became a diary of sorts; a repository of her adulterous history with her dominant black student. It was dangerous and certainly self incriminating but it was a conduit between the two of us that was devoid of doubt or judgment. Joan compulsively wrote the emails and I read them. I never responded so I could never reproach her. But more importantly, since I read them, I was no innocent victim and I couldn't claim to be one. 




Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 02



She had my tacit approval to be another man's slut. She didn't need it. Because after I sent that email, the decision was up to Kevin. 

I guess I was playing his game too. Or maybe I was being played but honestly I've never cared...



Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 03



We tried to keep our lives the same. Kevin was a secret we never discussed. Well, that's not completely true. Kevin taught Joan to love and trust her body. I've benefited from those lessons. She wears sexier clothes, not just to work but everywhere. I get great sex whenever I want it which is pretty often because, hell, it seems like I have a hard-on all the time. Joan wants to fuck all the time and on a few occasions, I've found myself having to refuse her. Me refusing her for sex would have been an unthinkable possibility just a few months ago. 

I made it a habit to check Joan's correspondence every night. Those emails were a direct conduit into her life as Kevin's possession. We both knew what I was doing. There's no doubt of that. Every night as I closed my computer but, before leaving my office I always opened my browser and checked out Joan's email. It's the account that Kevin set up for her. We've never talked about it. But even so, on these occasions Joan never intruded or interrupted me. The independent, self determined Joan that I married couldn't talk about the debauchery of her submissive alter ego. I think it would have shattered her dual life. 

Kevin must have created the email account to exert his control over Joan. I suppose I'm to blame because I started it when I wrote the first letter. That was the one tagged from her work email account. In it I pleaded for him to take me and make me 'yours'. I signed it Mrs King. But, since then, by forcing her to write these summaries he was forcing her to confess. Each letter was a damning testimony he could use against her. I can only assume that he forced her to write them, why else would she do it? 

Here is what the first email said in Joan's own words. 

"I couldn't sleep so instead of staring at the ceiling and listening to my husband's breathing, I got up and left for work. The horizon was just turning pink when I pulled into the parking lot. The dark hallways were lit only by the security lights at the ends and one set of fluorescent bulbs in the middle. As soon as I got to my classroom I started grading Wednesday's pop quiz.

I had my head down so I'm not sure exactly when Kevin came into the room. With an uncharacteristic aura of confidence he smiled at me. The smile seemed to get wider with each easy step he made. 

It's funny how I remember that moment. I can remember only him; his quiet footsteps, the dark color of his jeans, the brightness of his white shirt and the smoothness of his cheeks. I can't remember if it was cold or if the sun was up and coming through the windows. I don't know if there was any noise or voices in the hallway. I think the intercom was silent. 

Suddenly he was standing next to my desk, towering over me, making me feel small and defenseless. In one swift movement he bent over and kissed me. He smelled of myrrh and tasted faintly of cinnamon. He lightly sucked my bottom lip and gently tugged on it as he ended the kiss and stood up. My skin was on fire. All I could hear was rushing wind. I couldn't breathe; I couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs. His kiss replaced my volition with febrile dreams of servitude and oneness. I'd do anything he asked just to have his lips on me again, to feel his heat; to breathe his breath and smell his essence. 

I don't know how I managed it, but when he stood up I said "Kevin, the door is still open."

"Well go close it then Mrs King." He said stepping away from my chair. 

"Thank you Kevin." I replied

Suddenly he stepped in front of me. His smile evaporated as he reached for my arm. His firm grip lasted only a couple of seconds but in that time he kissed me deeply. I melted into his strength. For an instant I was no more than water in a huge ocean. I knew then, at that moment, what my life was for, but then he suddenly released me. On wobbly legs I went to the door; peered out into the hallway and pulled it shut.

Just as I was turning the key, Kevin spun me around, and pressed his body hard against mine. His big arms and wide chest engulfed me like a sudden darkness. Oh God he is so strong! We kissed and he slowly made his way down to the back of my neck. His passion melted me. I wanted, needed him right then no later and no less than completely. 

I can't remember how we got away from the door but I found myself standing, facing the wall, pressed against it with Kevin's muscles and musky strength behind me. 

He pulled up my skirt and cradled my ass in his big hands. Just when I pushed it back he started to knead my cheeks. God, it felt so good. Kevin was breathing hard; his big warm hands easily massaged my naked flesh. Not wearing panties was really turning him on. I guess it should have, I did it only for him. 

I heard his pants fall to the ground. His hands pushed down my arms and held my wrists away from my body. 

"Do you want me to fuck you Mrs King?" He said in a low dark voice. 

"Yes." I said without a thought. 

Then everything changed. 

All at once, he planted my palms onto the wall, grabbed my hips and pulled my bare ass into his groin. He stepped back and I jutted my ass up for him and he was inside me. His brutal thrust nearly lifted me off my feet. His black cock is such a beautiful thing; so long and thick. I was so wet and ready that with only one thrust he was fully ensconced in me; then he slowly pumped that wondrous thing back and forth..I could feel every millimeter invading my body. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked again. His voice had a wicked edge. Answering him this time was an affirmation of my submission. He would know what I've known since I met him. I wanted more than that. I wanted him to do more than take pleasure from me. I needed so much more, but I couldn't form the words. I was stuck between losing myself to this feeling and following his commands. 

"Yes." I finally pleaded. 

His harsh thrusting stopped and he seemed content to feel my body. I relaxed and melted into him. if not for his hardness behind me and the cold wall in front; I would have collapsed onto the floor. He felt firm but pliant like a man full of confidence and vigor. Then, just as my hand slipped from his grasp and traveled down his arm to his shoulder, his torso, his back and finally to his butt. He suddenly grabbed my hand and put it back where it had been on the wall. He then thrust his hips upward and leaned heavily into me. I couldn't move and he kept pushing upward, stretching me out. 

"Yes, what?" he whispered in my ear. 

"Yes, Mister Wilson. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard." 

For an eternity Kevin did just that. I climaxed so many times that the ecstasy of one barely crested as the next crashed over me. My words were an organic extension of what Kevin was evoking in me. 

"Oh God, fuck me, make me yours, yours, yours, yours, yours. I'll do whatever you say. I'll fuck you whenever you want. Please take me. I just want to please you. "

I vaguely remember spreading my legs. 

"That's it bitch. Open yourself and give me all that pussy." Kevin growled. He was grinding his cock into me. His cock and his words defined me. One was the prize the other was my role in life. 

"No one but me can do this. Only me; only I can make you feel this way. Only I can make you cum like this. No one else can do it. You and I were meant to be together. You know it; you've always known it, haven't you?

I closed my eyes hard and nodded. I was surprised that he let me have that small transgression. Maybe it was my tears that blinded him or maybe it was my body. It didn't matter because he filled my being like he filled my sex. His manhood was touching me in unimaginable places. He was all things just as his cock was everything. 

He caressed soft words into my soul, "You can do anything with me. There are no boundaries, no rules, no guilt. You can do anything you want. Just remember that you're mine and if you please me; and I'll be yours. 

I couldn't answer him with words; they wouldn't suffice anyway. So with my left hand I reached behind and pulled him against me. As his hard body pressed against me and his manhood completed me; his left arm encircled my waist and his right came up behind my neck. 

"Oh this is what I want, yeah, this is exactly what I need." He growled 

Kevin delicately pulled the hair away from my ear and whispered "We can do anything."

I nodded my affirmation. There were no boundaries on us or between us. 

He hugged me tighter. I could feel his legs piston and his stomach flex. His cock surged farther and farther into me. The fucking he gave me erased my thoughts of family and friends. Nothing was more important than what we were doing; nothing. Kevin settled into a hard, steady rhythm and after a while, a measure of simple cognizance returned to me. I felt his lips. They were no longer roaming and moistening the back of my neck. They were planted in one spot. Electric ecstasy ran through me as I thought about them. He was lightly biting my flesh. I flexed my neck but it didn't break the seal between his lips and my skin. 

He was giving me a love bite. The sudden knowledge weakened my knees. How was I going to hide it from the students and faculty? What was Ed going to say? I tried again, to pull away but shortly stopped. I couldn't stop him. With his other arm he swept both of my arms under his and held them against my sides. I couldn't move as he flooded me with semen. He took the opportunity when my knees buckled to press me wholly against the wall. I just groaned as he flexed every muscle in his attempt to impale me fully on his cock. I suppose that had its purpose too, because just as he pushed all the air out of my lungs and I felt his organ release his essence, he growled loudly and said "In you, all of it in you. Take it all; all of it bitch." 

Kevin whispered harshly into my ear, "This is what you want isn't it? This is what you've been craving, isn't it bitch?" 

I nearly fell when he stepped back away from me. I didn't look at him. I was so utterly spent I could hardly stand. It took all my concentration to just stay upright. 

"Well?" Kevin asked. His tone demanded an answer. 

I didn't answer, with words; instead, I let myself sink down to my knees. I twisted around and took his cock in my hand. I wet my lips and slid them up and down his shaft. 

I licked and mouthed his black manhood until I could no longer smell my pussy on him. I ended my ministrations with a kiss. He pulled his himself back into his pants and I made my way up on wobbly knees but not before lovingly caressing his wonderful bulge. 

I straightened my clothes, went to my desk for some tissues and started for the door. 

"Where you going?" he asked as I passed him. 

"Just to the bathroom; they're going to unlock the entrance and let everyone in..." 

Kevin flashed me a vicious smile and commanded, "You aint going anywhere." He was staring down at the floor and with an unsettling snicker he finished buckling his belt. 

"But, I need to go to the bathroom." I said, sounding like a defeated teenage girl.

Kevin's eyes hardened as he said, "And what? No, you didn't need to take a piss when I first came in here; and you don't now. You're not going to wipe my cum out of you." 

What was I going to do? Kevin's semen was sliding down the inside of my thigh. I knew I smelled of sex. I was sweaty and my makeup was a mess. What if my students smelled me? I pleaded with him to let me go but he was resolute. I was not to wash up. When I told him that my skirt was going to have a wet spot he told me to sit bare assed on my chair. It was too much, I was in a panic. He pulled out his camera and suddenly my panic crested and stark terror immobilized me. I don't know how I found the words but I asked "You want to take pictures?" 

Kevin bent down to pickup his backpack. He answered me dispassionately. "No, I already got some great ones while we were fucking. Give me the flash drive. I want to download them and the recording of your pretty little voice telling me how much you loved my cock." 

I walked back to my desk, grabbed the drive and stopped. The inside of my thighs were coated with greasy fluid. I've never felt so nasty or wrong. I kept my eyes down. I didn't need to see my humiliation in his smile. 

"You need to learn to walk a little differently Mrs King. Keep those legs together, you know walk like a runway model." I handed him the drive. 

As his fingers closed around it he told me "You ought to be happy. We just had a great time and now you're learning how to walk like one of those fashion whores in the magazines." 

I didn't look at him. But my head shot up when he said "I think you may want to go and clean the floor. It smells like someone just got done fucking in here." 

Kevin turned and left the room. 

A few of my homeroom students shuffled into the room. I said my hellos and quickly went to the spot where Kevin and I had joined. I bent my knees, swept my small skirt beneath my bottom and cleaned up the puddle of semen. More students filed into the room so I stood up but noticed another pearly drop. This one was directly between my shoes. I looked around but just like teenagers they didn't notice anything. I again squatted and wiped the floor. My vagina was a gooey mess. The tops of my inner thighs felt like they were being drizzled with warm honey. 

I sat through home room and most of first period. I got up when no one could solve the second home work problem. Thank God I lingered behind my desk for a few seconds before going to the blackboard because; another huge pearly drop fell to the floor. This time it was just behind the left leg of my desk. 

I tried to stay seated for the rest of my morning classes. I'm sure some of my students suspected something. There were a lot of curious looks. Could they have guessed that I was full of Kevin's semen? That I; a middle aged white teacher with two adult daughters and a loving husband was full of a black student's seed? Could they discern my shame? I was afraid his sperm would leak down my leg. I pulled my hair over my shoulders and around my neck. Did my students see the hickey? When they came to my desk with their insipid questions, could they smell Kevin's semen? Did I reek of sex? Were my actions giving it all away? The questions were relentless. As time went by; fed by my fear and shame the questions and doubts multiplied. Did the other teachers know? Could they smell the musk on me? Did they see Kevin's mark? My face burned. It seemed like I was always out of breath. I couldn't think. I couldn't look anyone in the face. Words were slow to come and my thoughts even slower. My God what was happening to me? 

I never felt so utterly alive. 

I went to lunch, as normal, and used the restroom. With my compact mirror I was shocked at the size of the love bite on the back of my neck. You had to lift my hair to see it but it was unmistakable. 

I got through lunch and all of my afternoon classes without Kevin. Just as my fears quelled and I started feeling normal again; he came into my classroom. It was my trigonometry class, the last class of the day. I had just dismissed everyone and the students seemed unusually slow to leave. 

"Thanks Mrs King" Kevin said cheerfully with a smile as he handed me the flash drive. 

After talking to a couple of my students that were also on the football team, Kevin turned to me and in a loud voice said "Thanks for the help with my math. If you have a couple of minutes could you help me with a homework problem?" 

"Sure", I said and admonished the last of my students to show all of their work on the assigned homework problems. They nodded their heads and left. I continued to chat with Kevin about his spurious math work as I followed him to the door. 

Instead of going out, Kevin closed the door and leaned his back against it. I understood my cue and dropped to my knees in front of him. He must have been thinking of me. His phallus was hard before he even took it out of his pants. Just thinking about me could make him this way. I could barely get my mouth around the plum sized head. I gave up at first and instead licked up and down his shaft. I cupped his testicles and massaged them softly in my hand. I tried again to fit his cock into my mouth but it was like swallowing an eggplant. So I went back to licking and rubbing his wet cock across my cheeks. 

Through clenched teeth Kevin said, "That's enough of that shit. Bitch, give me a real blow job. Now get your mouth up on the head." 

I coaxed the head of his cock into my mouth. At the same time I worked the shaft with both of my hands. I moved one hand to his testicles but had to return it because I it took two hands to encircle his stiff manhood. Keeping my cupped hands close to my mouth I surged up and down on his shaft. With each forward stroke I managed to take a little more of him. I drooled and slobbered on his cock. There was so much that it dripped onto my blouse. I could feel the cool wetness on my braless tits. 

Kevin started talking to me. His words were quick and slurred by lust. "That's it make it wet just like your pussy. Come on Mrs King fuck my cock with your mouth. You're doing it, that's it, that's it, yeah, oh yeah. Fuck me with your mouth."

I stuck my chin out, moving my jaw forward and slowly, methodically tested my mouth and throat's capacity. Back and forth, back and forth I pushed myself farther and farther along the length of his beautiful ebony shaft. 

Kevin encouraged me the entire time by saying, "Oh that's it. You're doing my cock real good. Suck the cum out of my cock. That's it, keep it up; keep it up and suck the cum out of my black cock."

My mind filled with the image of what I was participating in. Me, a middle aged woman, was on her knees greedily fellating a black student. I reached down and caressed my pussy. I was as wet as when Kevin had filled me with sperm. But this time it was just me. As my mouth serviced his beloved black manhood I doused my two middle fingers and played with my sex. 

Kevin goaded me on by saying, "That's it baby, lose yourself in it. Lose yourself and give it all to me. Oh fuck, Oh fuck. I'm going to lose it, I'm going to cum." 

Just then Kevin began to growl. He teetered on the edge of his climax; and, oh God, so was I, so was I! My masturbation was nearly complete. My relief was just a few moments away when Kevin pulled his cock out of my mouth. 

Through the haze of my own ascending orgasm I heard him say "You love my black dick don't you. You love sucking it and fucking it. You're a black cock whore aren't you; aren't you? Well bitch, aren't you?" 

I heard Kevin and I knew what he was saying. But his words were like whispers in a storm. My hips convulsed and I crumbled to the floor. Staring up at him, I said the only truth I knew. "Yes, Oh God yes, fuck me. Use me for our pleasure. I'm your whore. I'm a black cock whore. I'm your whore!" 

Kevin took a fist of my hair and lifted me closer to his cock. Just as his semen started spewing from the tip he said, "Here, bitch take this home to your family." 

Even as his fluids were raining down on me, I never stopped my mantra "I'm your whore. I'm your whore." His fluids covered my face and hair; there was so much that some dripped onto my blouse. As the last spurt fell on my chin I regained my senses enough to lift myself up and lick his precious cock clean. 

Sounding very formal Kevin gave me these specific instructions "You will always wear a skirt to school. You can wear slacks when you're on your period. But that's it. The skirts better be no longer than this one." 

As almost a second thought he added, "You did very well today. Keep it up and we'll both be very happy. You're happy aren't you Mrs King?" 

I nodded my head and said, "Oh, God yes."





Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 03



Kevin smiled down at me and said through a beautiful smile, "Go on home Mrs King. Go home and fuck your husband. Fuck him good so he's as happy as we are." 

I nodded and said that I would. Kevin turned, opened the door and left. For several minutes I sat on the floor, legs splayed out with drying cum on my face, blouse and hair. 

Eventually I got up and went home. Funny, I didn't bother going to the restroom first. Instead, I went directly to my car and drove home. I took a shower when I got home. 

I was naked when I greeted Ed at the door with a long, wet blow job that only lasted five minutes. After I swallowed his cum I noticed that he hadn't even closed the door. Surprisingly, Ed mustn't have cared, because he left it that way and fucked me standing in the foyer."

I'll never forget that night. I didn't ask Joan if she had been with Kevin. I didn't have to, her cunt was loose and she was uncharacteristically accommodating. I did ask her what made her so horny and all she said was that I'd find out. The next night I read this email and more just keep coming. 

As you can imagine, telling me that "I'd find out" has evolved into code for "Read the email."



Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 04



A good bit of time passed since that first email. During that time Joan wore dress slacks only twice. She was followed her owner's instructions precisely. Joan never looked outright slutty. But she did wear skirts that were just short enough to make anyone with a penis take notice. Her blouses were always the button up type, I assumed for easy access. 

Before Kevin, it took a special occasion for Joan to put on make-up. If she had eyeliner and lipstick on it usually meant we were going to the company Christmas party or one of our extended family had died and we were on our way to the funeral. Now, Joan wore eye liner, make-up and lipstick every day. At least she put it on in the morning. It was always gone by the time I saw her after work. She took extra time to get ready for work; always taking a shower and filling the bathroom with the scent of sexy perfume. 

One night, about a week after I had read her first email; Joan came home looking like she had just run a marathon in her skirt and heels. Her blouse was not neatly tucked into her skirt as it had been that morning. Her pony tail was off center and only partly held by an old hair band. She had no lip stick or make-up on and her face was flush. 

"Are you ok?" I asked as she came through the door. 

"I'm fine." she replied dismissively

"You look like hell" I said genuinely concerned. 

"The state achievement tests are next week so I stayed around to help organize the testing environment. We moved tables, not a good idea in heels but, yeah know I'm on the testing committee and no one else was around. They all left early; I should have thought of that too." 

Joan apologized for being late and said she was going to change and be right down to start dinner. 

Her reason for her appearance and tardiness was completely realistic. The testing started in a couple of days. Joan is on the committee overseeing the testing environment. Everyone else on that committee is nearly twice her age.

But I knew this was my wife talking. The woman who cared for and loved only her husband, had two college aged daughters and was a Sunday school teacher. This woman, this Joan, would never tell me that she was late because she was fucking Kevin. This Joan, with her briefcase in hand and scuffed high heels would be shattered if I pointed out that her blouse wasn't buttoned up right. She must have put it on as hastily as she had made her ponytail. 

I didn't ask about her blouse. I let the incident pass. I knew that some time, soon I would be reading all about her day and it wouldn't have anything to do with testing preparation. Just because I didn't ask the obvious question didn't mean I wasn't curious. After a few seconds I followed Joan to our bedroom. Our youngest daughter, the twin that was born first, had called with a surprise. I figured I could fall back on that if Joan got suspicious. 

The ploy wasn't needed. 

Joan left the bedroom door ajar. It was open just an inch or two but that was enough to to see Joan standing in front of the mirror. She was staring at the mirror but not at her image. Her mind was somewhere else; probably at school reliving her rugged intercourse with her black student. She lifted her right arm. Her large right breast lifted slightly. Her nipples were stiff. Joan took her left hand and gently lifted her right breast. She stoically stared at the purple mark that was suddenly revealed. She ran her fingers lightly over it. She switched arms and lifted her left breast with her right hand. There were several purple marks under this breast. Her lips formed a silent gasp as she pressed on the discolored flesh. She licked her lips and I knew from her expression that these were badges of pleasure. 

They were Kevin's love bites. He had done this before. After her first email, while we were fucking I lifted her hair. On the back of her neck, just below her scalp line was a massive dark purple hickey. These were smaller versions of that same branding. 

Joan's revelry faded. She left the mirror for her dresser. I stepped away from the door, adjusted my growing hard-on and walked into the room. Joan was still naked. She managed to angle herself away from me as I came in. She looked absolutely calm as she put on a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt. 

She asked me what I wanted for dinner and we decided on stir fry, because she could throw it together in a couple of minutes. Then we talked about the mundane chores of work and she told me that she had some paperwork to get through tonight. She was fixing her ponytail when I left. I remembered the message and stuck my head back in the room just in time to see Joan put the flash drive in the bowl on her dresser. 

"Cora called. She said she has a surprise for us and wants to coordinate a time for a visit." I said trying not to look too long at Joan's dresser. 

Joan instantly responded with "What do we need to coordinate for? She can come home anytime. 

I just shrugged my honest reply and went downstairs. 

While Joan cooked dinner I took the flash drive into my office and copied it onto my computer. Turns out, that was a good decision. 

Joan hardly said a word through dinner. She kept her eyes on her plate or stared blankly out the window into the backyard. 

When I asked about her day; she turned her head and stared at me, so I asked again. Then she blinked a couple of times, shook her head slightly and said, "Oh, my day was pretty good." Then she dropped her head back down and stared into her food. 

That was her longest sentence all evening. 

After dinner I helped with the dishes, walked the dog and fixed the broken floodlight in the backyard. By the time I mounted a new light, dusk was gone. Joan wasn't in the living room or kitchen and the bedrooms and offices were empty. 

I found her on my way to the laundry. She was working on the treadmill. When I came out of the laundry room I asked her what she was doing.

"I just figured it was time to get back into shape." Joan said dismissively. Whatever was on her mind she didn't want to share it with me; so I grabbed a beer from behind the bar and headed upstairs. 

I figured that if she was going to act like that, then the hell with waiting, until bedtime to look through the flash drive. I opened the beer and sat in front of my computer. Once again the folders weren't encrypted. They were logically titled with days of the week. So I opened the Monday folder. 

In the first picture Joan was standing next to her blackboard. She was wearing a nice taupe button up blouse, black, mid-thigh length skirt and heels. She wore an unmistakable mischievous grin. Kevin must have snapped the shot just before she broke into a broad smile. She looked great. 

The next picture revealed the reason for the smile. 

Joan was in the same spot as the previous picture. She was wearing the same clothes but this time she was lifting the hem of her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. 

In the next picture Joan's bare ass was pressed against Kevin's black groin. Her face was turned back toward him. She wore a mask of pleasure; her eyes were half closed and her mouth hung slack. She was wearing the same top as before but it was unbuttoned so I could easily see the side of her breast and nipple. 

She wasn't wearing a bra. 

The last pictures were of Joan on her knees with Kevin's huge black cock in her mouth. 

The folders had no witty prose or text, just pictures of my wife pleasuring her dominant black student. 

I closed the Monday folder and just stared at the remaining folders. That was just Monday, there were four more folders. Four more folders with probably the same number of pictures in each that meant that most likely there were twenty pictures of my wife's exploits, twenty pieces of irrefutable evidence of her whoredom. 

I opened the other folders in order, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday all laid out the same set of evidence. The first was always of her in her classroom standing in front of the blackboard fully clothed. And just as assuredly the second picture showed her flaunting her lack of panties. The last picture was always of a wrecked teacher, mother of two who had just enjoyed the ministrations of her owner. 

Joan was fucking Kevin every day and she was teaching class in only a short skirt and blouse with nothing underneath. Kevin made Joan teach her classes, half naked and leaking his cum. I guess there really wasn't much 'force' involved. Her smile was evidence enough that she enjoyed every second of what she was doing. She loved her daily fucking. 

The last folder was current, it was for today, Friday, and it was different from the others. 

The first picture was the same as the first one in the other four folders. She was wearing the same outfit that she came home wearing. She wore the same mischievous smile. She looked great, early morning sex suited her well. 

Instead of one or two pictures of her fucking Kevin, there were six. The first was her receiving her morning fuck. Once again the shot was of her getting his black cock doggy style. It was obvious Kevin was fucking my wife hard. Her face was flush and there were red marks on her ass that looked like hand prints. The last two pictures showed semen dripping from Joan's used, gaping cunt. 

Then there was another of her bent over a desk with both hands holding her cheeks apart. Kevin's lean dark body was in the foreground. He was standing up fucking her from behind as she bent over the desk. She wasn't looking back at him but the muscles in her arms were flexed and her ass had the same telltale red marks of a good hard slapping. 

It could have been just another picture of the same assignation; until I realized that she wasn't leaning across her desk. Looking closer I noticed other differences. The room had darker floor tiles. 

I opened the next picture. It seemed to be in the same room. Joan was bent at the waist and was laying over the desk. her legs were spread wide. Her small skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her eyes were glassy and were focused on something impossibly far away. Except for the light that was directly over Joan, the room was dark. The desk was the old metal type with a laminate top. It was painted the indistinctive gray that was common for teacher's desks when I was a child. The next picture revealed more of the room. 

Kevin was fucking her in the boiler room. 

Joan was kneeling on a stained concrete floor kissing the tip of Kevin's black cock. Her skirt was around her waist. Her eyes were watery and her cheeks were almost as red as her ass had been in the previous pictures. 

The next picture showed Joan going up a set of four cement stairs. With her outstretched right hand, she was holding onto the metal railing. Her skirt was riding high, and at that exact moment the camera caught the faint glisten of a stream of semen rolling down her inner thigh. I quickly searched through the rest of the pictures for any in the boiler room, but there weren't any. Instead, I found pictures of her in our car. 

Actually, the first picture didn't have anyone in it. It was a wide angle shot of our car sitting in the public library's parking lot. The next picture showed Joan in the driver's seat. The picture was taken from outside, in front of the car. The third picture was taken from the front passenger side seat. In this picture Joan had her face buried in Kevin's crotch. The last picture of Joan taken in our car and the last picture in the folder showed my wife facing the camera, on her back with a wet, dripping pussy. 

Joan was smiling. It was the same mischievous smile she had while standing in front of her chalkboard. 

In one day Joan had just fucked Kevin three times. Three times she took his sperm inside her and the last one was outside and away from the school. Obviously, Kevin's power couldn't be contained. His influence was growing outside the confines of Joan's workplace. He was determined to have her whenever he wanted and wherever suited him. Fucking her three times in one day was something I hadn't done in years. It showed that he was on his way to achieving that goal. 

I have to admit that I was disappointed. The pictures were hot. I loved the idea that my wife was another man's whore, especially if that man was a young, confident black man. But these were only pictures. I had been spoiled by the narrative that Joan always wrote in her emails. 

I checked the email account. It was empty. The reality of this fantasy and the logistics necessary for it finally hit home. All of this must have just happened. Joan didn't have time to write her narrative. 

I left my office, walked down the hall and into the living room. There was Kevin's whore, lounging on the sofa. My wife had showered and changed while I was in the office. She looked tired and needed to rest. 

I don't think Joan even saw me until I was standing in front of the television. 

"What do you need, honey?" Joan asked. There was frustration in her voice as her gaze tiredly came up to my mine. 

In one quick motion I unhooked my belt pulled down my fly and dropped my pants. Joan began to say something, I think it was my proper name, but she never finished it. I put my hand on the back of her head and jammed my cock into her mouth. Immediately, her hands went to my hips. She pushed me backward. A moment later her hands fell from my hips and rested on the sides of my thighs. 

After pumping my cock into her mouth a couple of times, I moved my hand from the back of her head to her shoulder. I didn't need to force her. It wasn't necessary to show her where I wanted her lips or her tongue. She licked my shaft as I withdrew it from her mouth and when I shoved forward, she sealed her lips around my meat like a virgin pussy. Joan swirled her tongue and tilted her head in such a way that my cock felt nothing but warmth and wetness. No matter how hard I jammed it into her or how long I left it ensconced in her throat she stayed unperturbed. As my pace increased and I neared my eventual climax, Joan's right hand disappeared into the front of her sweat pants. She was more aroused than I had ever seen her during any of our past love making. My wife was becoming an accomplished whore. She liked being treated this way. With that realization coming to mind, I blasted my first load of cum into her mouth. I spewed several times into Joan. The sensation of her throat contracting with each following swallow made me want to dump gallons into her. 

For the first time in a long time I saw her as an object of sexual desire. Church, family, work and our place in society had never let me have such a raw vision. When she and I first dated, we fucked every chance we got. She loved doing it outside where there was always the possibility of being caught. After I proposed to her, we drove to her parents house to celebrate the engagement. Each night, Joan insisted we fuck in places where, if they woke up and came out of their room, her parents could find us. The last night in their house, at one in the morning I found myself on my back in the hallway just outside her parent's bedroom. Joan was bouncing up and down on my cock. She just barely muffled her moans and when I came she had to smoother my mouth with hers to stifle my scream. The sex stayed plentiful after the wedding and we fucked often even after the twins were born. Our sex life took the norml dip that happens to any couple with a set of new born twins at home. But it rebounded somewhat when the girls started school. Unfortunately, By that time, something had definitely changed. It had become an act of obligation. The heat was gone. It felt like I was being served a cold dinner with no seasoning. Faced with that entrée, I lost my appetite. Since I was the only one pursuing sex, it virtually came to a stop between us; that is, until Kevin came along. 

When I was finished filling Joan's belly, I shook my head and let out a low guttural growl. When the ecstasy faded, I looked down. I expected to see my wife disengaging from my still hard cock and wiping her mouth with her sleeve. I was ready to tell her that I wasn't done and that she better turn around and shove that ass high up in the air. I intended to fuck the hell out her and I my raging hard on wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. 

But I was surprised by what I saw. Joan was slowly backing her head up releasing my wet cock to the cool air. When it was out completely, she unlocked our gaze and turned her attention to licking my rigid phallus. When it was clean she dipped her mouth down below the shaft and sucked in my balls. In turn, she was delicate and loving with each of them. When she pulled away from them they were as clean as if I had just stepped out the shower. 

Without a word Joan leaned back, and in one motion turned, pulled the waist of her sweat pants down to her knees. She dropped her head and shoulders to the cushion next to the one she had been sitting. Her bare ass was sticking up only a couple of inches from my hard cock. 

It took an eighteen year old black student to bring this out of her; I didn't have to say a word because Kevin had trained her well. I leaned forward and, rubbed the head of my cock against the wet lips of her cunt. A slight push forward and my cock was inside her. I could have just as easily inserted my fist. I leaned forward so I could feel the softness of her ass against my groin. 

For long moments I pumped her hard. Somewhere in the midst of my savagery I reached around to lift her big breasts. I squeezed them and instead of the usual complaint, her cunt flooded my crotch with her juices. She moaned loudly and shoved her sodden cunt back into me. I responded by grabbing a handful of her hair and shoving myself forward. My cock was embedded into her gaping sex to my balls. I jerked backward so only the head was still in her loose wet folds. She was so wet and loose. It was obvious that she had been fucking someone with a much bigger cock than mine. I pulled her hair and shoved myself back into her. Seeing her eyes roll up and feeling her go limp I pounded her again. 

I lost myself in the fury of my selfish fucking. Though, through it all I never thought of her pleasure, never worried about her orgasm, never considered her comfort; she became a soft, sopping mess. Her juices ran down my scrotum and dripped onto my thigh. 

"Oh that's it baby. Take it. Yes. Oh God, yes!" Joan moaned. 

My cock was careening around in her loosened hole, but it must have been enough for her. She whimpered, and then the whimper turned into an episodic grunt and finally she began to shake. She was climaxing, and as the ecstasy peaked inside her, her hole tightened around my cock; even then, it was a pathetic attempt. With that loose pussy, she couldn't have squeezed my fist. 

I growled out my challenge and shoved my cock into her and hammered ruthlessly into her sex. Joan crumbled; her arms and legs were a tangle beneath her. I got on my knees and pulled her hips to the side of the couch and continued to fuck her. I fucked her because my cock was hard and her slut pussy was wet. I fucked her because I hadn't come yet and wasn't going to be left out. 

She wasn't fucking me. It was my cock in her sloppy pussy. It was my groin mashing against her ass driving my cock like a piston in a worn out cylinder. My hands were holding her thighs, keeping her ass in place. My eyes watched her climax. 

And I knew she wasn't fucking me because she called me 'Kevin'.

I was approaching my own release but my position was too low, so I smacked her ass and commanded her to sit up.

Joan yipped like a dog. She then turned around with her knees on the cushion and her chest pressed against the back of the sofa. I grabbed her cheeks exposing her gaping sex. It was slick and glistened wantonly in the lamplight. Using my open palms, one on each lip, I pulled her open and immediately shoved my hard cock into her stretched hole. It sunk to the base in one hard thrust. 




Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 04



A deep guttural moan escaped from her as her head pushed forward and she reached out to each side to keep from tipping over. 

She pleaded softly, "Oh God Kevin, I'm so sore, please be nice." 

As an acknowledgement, my thrusts came faster and with more force. Instead of further complaints, Joan moved her head from side to side and moaned loudly. Her legs and arms were covered with Goosebumps. She was climaxing again. 

She didn't even know what she had done. Mentally, she was reliving her day's assignations with Kevin. I was helping her masturbate. She was climaxing on my cock but a rubber dildo would have had the same effect. 

My anger rose as the paradox unfolded. She was climaxing just by being fucked. I wasn't playing any romantic music or plying her with wine. I hadn't bought her anything special. I hadn't licked her or rubbed her clitoris. I was just ruthlessly fucking her. She has never climaxed so easily. 

I could feel myself moving toward climax. But just as my core would begin to tingle and my balls tighten, I would lose any friction in Joan's soupy cunt. I didn't think I would ever climax. So in anger I said "You're such a slutty bitch. I'm going to cum all over you. What do you think of that, whore?" 

"I've been so bad today. I am a whore. I'm Kevin's whore and I'm your whore too. Mark me with your seed. Make me smell like semen." 

Then, joan pulled away from me, twisted around so she was staring directly into my eyes and said matter-of-factly 'Mark me just like Kevin does every morning. He comes to my room and jams that big, cock of his into me and doesn't stop until I've cum. Then, he fills me. He does that every day. Today was different." 

A mischievous simper spread across Joan's face. She held it for a moment, as our eyes locked onto each other. Then as if she had found something in my gaze that she liked, she completed her confession. 

"He came to my room this morning and he came back before lunch. Right before the Pep Rally he found me and fucked me in the boiler room. After, school when I was leaving for the day he took me again, in our car. Anyone could have seen us. They just had to walk by and look in the window. I let him do it. I'm his." Joan confessed with finality. 

"And you still come home to me." I growled. 

"Of course, I'm your wife; Kevin wants me to make you happy." Joan replied with astonishing alacrity. 

My grip tightened on her flesh but she didn't seem to notice. Then, in an even tone as if she were asking me about dinner she asked, "Does this make you happy?"

Her sudden smile was unnerving. I clenched my teeth, and shoved my cock back into her cunt. After a few hard thrusts I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her back. She was kneeling on the cushions, her legs slightly spread apart and my cock buried in her wrecked pussy. 

When her back was flat against my chest I growled into her ear, "Yeah, this makes me happy. All of this makes me happy and don't you fucking dare stop." 

I let go of her hair and let her fall into her previous position. When she looked back up at me I was spewing semen into her hair, all over her face and neck. 

"Just don't stop making me happy." I said as the last spurt landed on her face. 

Without a command or a moment's delay, Joan began cleaning my cock with her tongue. When our eyes met again, my cock and both of my testicles were clean. She leaned back and scooped up some of the milky semen from her face with her forefinger and thumb. Sticking out her tongue she licked her fingers clean. She did it again and again until her face and neck were clean. I watched her with awe and I have to admit a bit of pride. She was my wife and now she was my slut, sure, I had to share her but I figured, "what the hell?" 

Without a word, I put my pants back on, buckled my belt and went upstairs. A few minutes later, my wife, came in and got into bed. She was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. We talked about the dog and speculated about what our daughter had planned for us. 

"I'll bet Cora met somebody" Joan said confidently. 

I looked over at Joan, and said slowly "So, you think she's bringing some guy over? She's never done that before. We always find out about the boyfriends after she's broken up. You know, when she's crying and we can't figure out why." 

"Maybe this time it's special." Joan said with an ease that conveyed more knowledge of the subject than she was telling. 

"OK, I'll call her back and tell her we'll both be here Saturday." I offered. 

Joan nodded then said, "That'll be great, I'll fix brunch." 

We agreed on the plans. I kissed Joan and turned out the light. I went to sleep next to my wife. Tomorrow the slut would wake up and leave this house to be fucked by her eighteen year old owner. But tonight, under the clean sheets with the lights off Joan was the same faithful loving wife she had always been. 

My last thought before falling asleep was "Damn I hope the email is finished tomorrow."



Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 05



The dog nudged my hand with his wet nose. When I moved it, he whined then jumped up so both of his paws were on my side of the bed. He started to bark as soon as my eyes opened. 

"Ok, ok, I'm up. Give me a minute and I'll take you out." I told him but then turned to Joan's side of the bed, hoping she'd take him; but I was alone. 

I threw the sheets aside and followed the dog to the backdoor. I let him out and out of habit checked to make sure the gate was closed. It was closed and the latch was pulled tight, before going back into the house I looked over the other side of the deck. The umbrella for the patio table was up and on the table was a bright green table cloth, plates and service for four. A big vase of freshly cut hydrangeas sat in the middle of the table. 

"I told you Cora must have met some one. She'll be here in two hours for lunch. Good thing you're up, she's bringing Geoffrey over for us to meet. Are you taking a shower?" 

I nodded. "How long have you been up?" I asked as I turned toward Joan. She was wearing a short skirt and t-shirt. She was barefooted and her hair was pulled back into her usual ponytail. Her smile was clean, quick and as disarming as a compliment.  

"I forgot to reset the alarm so it went off at five o'clock. I got up at five thirty. I've been through my workout and just got off the phone with Cora. Geoffrey's an accountant at her work and I guess they've been dating for a while."

I walked past Joan and through the doorway into the kitchen. Coffee was already brewed so I poured myself a cup. Joan never stopped talking about Cora and her new boyfriend. I caught that they had been dating since she started her internship. They continued to see each other after she was hired full time. He was a midlevel accountant from a nice family in Michigan. 

"He makes a good living and he loves her. She thinks he's the one." Joan said with an air of expectation. 

I wrested my mind from thoughts of dark hands holding and kneading Joan's big white, breasts and planted it where I stood, in the kitchen where Joan was telling me how to act for our daughter. It's, Funny that she didn't have to tell me how to act last night. 

I listened to Joan, smiling through the entire list of does and don't. "Don't ask questions like your firing off a bullet list. Don't judge him by how he eats."

"I'm not going to judge him on how he eats." I calmly protested. 

"Yes you will. You always say that you can tell everything about a person from how he sits at the table and eats." Joan shot back.

"I'll keep it to myself." I said, thinking the issue was over, but I was wrong.

"No, you won't, you'll make a face when he picks up his fork with his fist or uses his knife to push his peas onto his spoon or ..."

"Why is he using his spoon to eat peas?" I countered. Joan took my humor as a direct challenge, so I put my hands up and told her that I wouldn't even watch him eat. Then I turned on my heel and went back upstairs. 

Like a drunk with a hidden bottle I went first to my office and opened the email account. Her story of yesterday's tryst with Kevin was not in the list. I felt let down and confused. Somewhere in the back of my head, sanity told me that disappointment was the wrong emotion. I tried to shove it all out of my mind as I shut down the computer and started my shower. 

Once I had my pants and shoes on I went down stairs and refilled my coffee. Joan was nowhere to be seen. I checked the living room and basement. I went out onto the deck and just as I turned to go back I saw her on the other side of the forsythia, standing against the house. She was in such a position that only a person looking for her would have found her. No doubt she would have seen her pursuer first; but not me, I learned to search quietly. 

Going through the garage and out the side door I was able to stand quietly next to the house and listen to Joan's conversation. 

"But, I didn't have time. I know I promised. I'll send it on Sunday." Joan said to into her phone. She sounded frantic. 

There was a short pause then, "Ok, I'm sorry I know I promised. I'll write the letter and make sure it's up first thing tomorrow morning. I'll stay home from Mass if I have to. Please, I'm sorry. It will only be two days late." 

Joan was close to tears as she pleaded with her caller. I'm sure if Joan was alone she would have been begging for extra consideration. "I didn't do it on purpose, I ran out of time. I didn't mean for it to be late." Joan whined. 

After a long pause, she said, "I'll do whatever you want. My daughter Cora is coming over with her boyfriend to meet us. They'll be here until early afternoon. I'll do whatever you want after they leave. I promise."

After Joan stopped pleading, she began nodding her head. Was she in trouble at work? If she's pleading like that, it must be serious. I backed away from the corner and went through the side door of the garage and back into the house. 

A few minutes later, Joan came into the kitchen from the patio. She was staring at the ground with a worried look on her face. 

"Is everything OK?" I asked genuinely concerned. 

Joan looked up and for a moment stared at me then suddenly blurted, "Yeah, everything's fine. Just a small misunderstanding at work, I may have to work tomorrow morning, just some paper work that was left. Its no big deal." 

Joan shrugged her shoulders and walked passed me to the kitchen. "The quiches are finished and the pastries are done. Would you get the wine?" 

I looked at her in disbelief. "Wine? Wine for brunch? What the hell have we become?" 

"Ed, it's not every day that a daughter brings home a young man to meet her parents. He's taken by Cora and the very least we can do is make sure he understands the good choice he's made." 

I nodded and helped set the table. A few minutes later the door bell rang and I opened it for my beautiful daughter and a tall, soft looking man who appeared to be in his mid to late twenties. 

After our introductions I led Geoffrey out to the deck, we took our seats at the table and began to talk. "So Cora tells me that you're over the Accounting department, how long have you been with the firm?" I asked, in hopes of getting a light conversation started. 

Geoffrey replied somewhat demurely that he was the senior account and not technically anyone's boss. 

"So who makes the rules?" I asked 

"What do you mean; the rules?" Geoffrey answered. He looked a bit confused but still held a slight smile as if the question was patently absurd. 

I continued with, "The procedures on how everything is done. What's first and what gets done last. What information is important and what can be ignored. You know, that kind of thing." 

"Oh, I updated the manual. Our tax obligations were reduced last year. I found the equipment depreciation that was missed by Gary. He was my predecessor." Geoffrey continued his dry litany of accomplishments. When he stopped he looked me in the face. I was smiling. 

I took a sip of my wine and said, "So you're over the Accounting department." 

Geoffrey stared at me then opened his mouth but instead of saying anything just took a loud breath. He turned his head and stared at his glass then took another audible breath that ended with "Yes, I guess I am."

His answer was met with smiles from Cora and Joan and it opened the channel of communication between him and me. 

Geoffrey turned out to be a pretty decent guy. I have to admit I had my reservations. All of the accountants I've known have as much humor as they do variety in their profession. Geoffrey was a happy exception. His job supported the life he wanted. His passion was hiking and camping. During his last year of college he hiked the Appalachian Trail. 

I asked him what impressed him about the hike. "Well, I guess it was that I had to rely on things that weren't there and I couldn't see. It was more than just faith in humanity. It was a belief that things were going to be there when I arrived. Things I had never seen. It was one thing to hike all day with a tent on your back. I can put up a tent. I can feed myself, but if the trail map read that a hostile was at a certain bend in the trail. Well, you begin to hope for it, hell you, needed it to be there. I'd never seen the place, never met the people and had no idea if the map was accurate. What if it burned down last week? Sure I would have been fine, I brought extra food, but when you've got your heart set on something not having it can be demoralizing." 

Geoffrey fell silent then, staring at his empty glass he said, "It was one of the best experiences of my life." 

"I'll bet it was." I said, trying to sound as affirming as possible. 

Joan quietly excused herself to fetch the food. Not long after, Cora got up to help. I saw them talking in the kitchen. 

Geoffrey worked his way through college and just like Cora he interned for a year. Though he was very humble in listing his accomplishments, he was very ambitious. We talked about hiking, camping, movies and books. We had a lot in common. 

Cora came back with her arms full of food. Joan always cooks twice as much as necessary. Her hospitality can be summed up with "it's always been better to have too much than let anyone leave hungry." It was obvious with the quiches, fruit, pastries, drinks and snacks no one was going to leave hungry. 

Geoffrey helped Cora arrange the food on the table. "Where's Mom" I asked Cora.

"Oh She had to answer a message that was left on her phone." She said it would only take a minute. She was heading toward the bathroom. That's probably what's keeping her." 

I nodded then got up, "what else is there to bring out?" I asked Cora, but Joan answered from the hallway. "Just the fruit and the other quiche." 

"The other quiche?" I asked incredulously.

Cora answered, "Yeah, she made three; she said she wasn't sure what Geoff would like so she made three choices." 

Joan sat her phone on the counter, grabbed the quiche and joined us on the deck. After the blessing, Joan made sure Geoff was served first then Cora. We ate and talked. It was a beautiful day and the time just seemed to stand still. Joan and I have always been very proud of our daughters and now, Cora was bringing home a very eligible young man. It was a wonderful turning point in all our lives. 

Joan told stories of Cora's childhood. The time she got her head stuck in the banister and the time she dressed the cat in baby doll clothes and took it to school. Her teacher lectured Joan for nearly thirty minutes on the need to be vigilant with small children. 

The brunch date turned out to be much more than just a meal. In the midst of talking, Geoff mentioned being a big fan of Paul Newman. I told him that I was too and we talked over the actor's extensive film career. I couldn't believe he hadn't seen Road to Perdition. Though Newman's only in it for a few minutes, in my opinion it was a movie not to miss. 

So I invited Geoff and Cora to stay and watch the movie down stairs in our media room. They readily agreed. As they were both nodding their heads, I noticed a grimace cross Joan's face. It lasted only for the moment that she was staring at the kitchen clock and then it was gone. 

I didn't mention Joan's odd expression; instead I offered to clear the dishes so Joan could embarrass Cora with her stories. They all agreed, so I took the plates, cleared off the uneaten food and put the dishes in the dishwasher. That's when I saw Joan's phone; it was sitting on the counter. With my back to the deck, I opened the phone. One missed call. It was from a number I didn't recognize. There weren't any messages so I just closed it, wiped up the rest of the counter and then went to the bathroom. 

Coming out of the bathroom, I closed the door and looked down the hallway through the sliding glass door. Cora was sitting in a warm yellow sunbeam. She was smiling as she always did; pure and gentle. Her love for Geoffrey was just as guileless. His eyes held nothing back, he was too entranced. Their love was a wonder. Cora hadn't stopped smiling since they arrived and now she watched Geoffrey and mimicked his movements as if in perfect synch with his every wish. Cora was acting like I had never seen before. My pragmatic, self-reliant, self possessed daughter was completely in love with this man. I was warmed by the rightness of their coupling. 

Then coldness filled my arteries. Joan wasn't on the deck. Her chair was neatly pushed under the table and her phone wasn't on the counter. Mechanically, I started walking. My forced strides took me quickly through the kitchen. I grabbed the handle of the patio door and pushed it back. I don't remember hearing the door slam against the wall but I'll never forget the expressions on Cora and Geoffrey's faces. My sudden expulsion from the house evaporated their reverie. They were startled. The sun was hot and I knew I had to think of something quick. 

"Oh geez, I'm sorry, I greased that door yesterday and forgot how easy it opens." I was hoping my smile which seemed too tight for my face wasn't a caricature. They needed to believe that nothing was wrong. So I started to believe it, but Joan was gone. 

"Where's your mother?" I asked as I took my seat. 

"Oh, she said, she'd be right back, she promised another teacher that she'd email some directions or something." Cora answered dismissively. I sat down and over the rim of my coffee mug watched the young couple completely ignore me. They talked about their jobs and people I would never know. They giggled and smiled over jokes I'll never understand. None of it made any sense to me, none of it mattered. I gulped down the last of my coffee, held up the empty cup and asked if anyone else wanted a refill. They of course said no. So I waved my mug and proclaimed that I would be back after making more coffee. 

Making a show of being more careful with the patio door I turned to slide it slowly and quietly into place. My display was lost on Geoffrey and Cora. They wouldn't have noticed me unless I danced on the table between them. I quickly started the coffee then quietly searched the house. Starting in the master bathroom I made my way down the hall to the guest bathroom. By the time I was back in the kitchen, it was obvious Joan was not in the house. I grabbed the knob of the door leading to the garage. 

It wouldn't budge. The door was locked. 

I didn't shake or rattle the door, instead, I unlocked the knob with one hand, and then with both hands I lifted up on the door as I slowly opened it. It swung toward me without its usual squeak. 

The overhead garage light was on. It should have been off, unless Joan was in there looking for something, but then the door wouldn't have been locked. Why was the door locked? It could have been an accident. Suddenly, I heard something that confirmed the light's deliberateness. 

"That's it, bitch, suck my cock" said a deep thick voice. 

I froze solid. Then, impulsively, I looked down the hallway. Cora and Geoffrey were leaning in close toward each other and talking. Cora put her hand on his shoulder. Geoffrey was smiling. 

The words, "You're a pretty lady. A real pretty lady but you're prettier with my dick in your mouth" came to my ears. The deep languid voice came from the front of the garage. I pushed the door open a fraction of an inch more but stopped when I felt the first hint of a screech. Then I stood stone still hoping my greed hadn't betrayed me. 

The sound of a muffled gag and a quiet exhale filled the garage. Then Joan said, "Please Kevin, cum for me. Cum in my mouth so I can swallow you." Joan sounded conflicted; like she does when she's eating ice cream. 

"Now that isn't nice. You make me think you just want this over. What if I want more than just my dick sucked?" The deep voice hissed. 

I felt like I was standing in a cold wind. It was Kevin who was on the opposite side of the car most likely naked and most definitely using Joan.

"I thought you had feelings for me." Kevin said shrilly. 

"I thought we wanted the best for each other." He added with some hesitation. 

Then the voices stopped. Some rustling sounds came from the other side of the car. Then suddenly it shook violently on its springs. Joan came into view. I could see her through the windshield and driver's side window. She was naked and bent over the hood. Because of my angle of sight, I couldn't see Kevin. But I didn't have to; the car rocked side to side. Joan extended her arms so she could prop herself up on the hood. With each forward thrust Joan goaded her black lover. "Fuck me harder. Oh, that's it shove that cock inside of me." she said in a shrill, but quiet voice. 

I turned, stepped back and looked out onto the deck. Cora and Geoffrey were still talking. Their eyes were glued to each other. Geoffrey was spreading his hands out on the table. Cora's gaze danced between the table top and his eyes. 

I left the door ajar and watched my daughter look lovingly at her boyfriend while I listened to her naked mother mate with a black man in our garage.. Cora gazed into the house. I don't know if she saw me. It's possible that she couldn't see through the glare of the sliding glass door, but she seemed to give me a slight smile and nod as I mouthed "I'll be out in a minute". Thank God she didn't come inside. Thank God she understood my silent message. I stared at her for a moment longer. Then a squeal was cut short and there was a low pitched moan that transformed into a slow "Oh my God".

"You love my dick don't you Mrs King." Kevin said loudly

"Yes" Joan replied

"Yes, yes what?" Kevin demanded, as the car rocked like a carnival ride. 

"Yes, I love your cock. I'll do anything for it." Joan said plaintively. He face was turned toward the windshield and through it toward me. 

"Yeah, you love my black cock. Your daughter's in there; your husband's in there and here you are, fucking a black man. Tell me out loud, have you ever cum on your husband's dick? Hmmm, have you ever creamed on his white cock."

Just as Kevin began to repeat his lewd question Joan arched her back and nearly yelled, "No, I've never come like this. I can't, I'm his wife." 

"And you're my whore." Kevin growled then was silent. The garage was filled with the noise of their violent mating. The car rocked steadily with each thud of Joan's thighs against the quarter panel. Her moans filled the air just like his black cock filled her pussy. Then she went slack. 

I saw Joan again through the windshield. She was laying flat across the hood. Kevin's hand was on her back holding her down. He was behind her, fucking her like a machine. Joan was biting her knuckles. She winced with each thrust and bared her teeth. But, she was pushing back on the brute, lifting her ass up to take more of his cock. She caressed him with her free hand, the one she wasn't biting. Her white fingers traced over his black skin, outlining his taut muscles and wordlessly encouraging him to spend himself inside her. She wanted this vicious fuck. The mating was arousing her more than I ever could. 

I looked away from their adultery to watch my daughter talk to her boyfriend. They were content to just talk; neither of them looked away from the other. As they talked, their hands moved and gestured over the table, Cora giggled and smiled cleanly then she leaned forward and gave her fiancé a tender kiss on the lips. 

Voices once again drew my attention back to the garage.

Joan was quietly pleading, "I'm sorry Kevin, I won't disobey again. Oh God, I'll do what you say." 

"Now you going to do what I tell you? Kevin hissed back.

"Joan nodded, then seemed to think better of her response and said, "I'll, do anything you want."

"Yeah bitch that's the way it is." Kevin growled as he ground his cock deep into Joan's womb. 




Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 05



"I'm so sorry. It won't happen again." Joan pleaded.

"Damn right, bitch. From now on, you'll be fucking more than you'll be teaching." Jason bellowed.

I looked out at the deck again. Cora looked enchanted with her new found love. He must have been telling a joke or funny story. Her eyes sparkled. The world was happier when Cora smiled. 

Then I heard, "Whose pussy is this?" 

Joan's petulant voice came back with "It's your slutty pussy." 

I turned to see Kevin laying across Joan's back, his bulk holding her motionless against the hood. His mouth was only an inch from her ear but his voice filled the garage. 

He said in a breathy whisper "That's right. That pussy, that slutty pussy is mine. I'm going to cum. Do you want me to cum in that slutty pussy? Do you want my cum inside you?"

"Come inside me Kevin. Please come inside me." Joan answered. Her voice was wet with need. 

Kevin snaked a hand up and wrapped his dark fingers around the side of Joan's neck and pulled her lips closer to his.. In a voice that must've been meant just for her, I heard him ask calmly; "You didn't answer me bitch. Do you want me to cum inside you?" 

Kevin tilted his head upward and I saw Joan as she answered his demand. With her eyes closed tightly she said "I want you're cum in me. Make us one, I want your sperm inside my slutty pussy. 

Kevin shoved himself forward with such ferocity that Joan let out a painful wail. She jumped forward, like she was trying to climb over the car to escape Kevin's huge black cudgel. She didn't get far. Kevin still had his hand at her throat. In a moment, his thick muscled hand collared her and like a leash his arm brought her back to her rightful place on his thick cock. Joan's mouth opened but she couldn't say anything because Kevin immediately swept her up into an open mouth soul kiss. 

Kevin and Joan's tongues lashed at each other as their mouths meshed as tightly as their genitals. At that moment she was as much his property as his own hand. Joan's slutty pussy was truly his possession. It was for his use and his pleasure alone. 

Kevin grunted like a stud hound, content in the conquest of his mating bitch. He had done his job. Joan's pussy was awash with his prized sperm. Joan, on the other hand, seemed at peace. Her placid expression seemed more akin to rapture than abasement. 

Suddenly I was certain that the Joan I knew; the one whose vagina bore our daughters. The Sunday school teacher, the pregnancy shelter volunteer and respected high school teacher had purposely disobeyed her master. 

The realization made me pull back slightly from the door. Kevin stood up. Joan immediately, turned and slid down the side of the car and out of view. 

"See, you know what to do. Without a word, here you are cleaning my dick. You know how to be good. So write that fucking story and have it done by tomorrow." Kevin said looking balefully down at Joan. 

I could only see the top of her head bouncing up, then side to side as she tongued Kevin's cock clean. 

"Now get your ass up and meet this boy with my cum in your cunt and the taste of my dick on your lips. Go on; get your ass in there." Kevin motioned with his thumb toward the house and said, "I got places I got to go." 

Kevin was hauling up his pants and working the zipper when I turned my head. Cora was up and walking toward the sliding glass door. 

The sliding glass door screeched open and Cora ducked her head inside and looked around the kitchen. She turned to close the door and through my mounting terror I heard Kevin's voice. "Don't you dare use any tissues; I want you to meet your girl's man with my cum greasing your thighs. The first thing you do is kiss your pretty daughter with those lips that just cleaned my dick." 

I barely heard Joan's reply but I'll never forget Kevin's parting words "I didn't come here because you made me angry. I fucked you in your home with your family in the house because, plain and simple; I can." 

Not caring about the noise, I pulled the garage door shut and walked past it. I tried to act normal but had no idea what that was.

"Dad, have you seen Mom?" Cora asked. It was obvious she knew something was awry. 

"No" I said quickly. Few words the smaller the chance of getting caught in a lie. 

Cora looked around the room. She had a puzzled look on her face. I knew I had to do something so I lied. I covered for Joan "She was in the bathroom earlier. Last night she told me that her stomach was a bit shaky. I'm not surprised that those quiches didn't settle well." 

Innocently, Cora asked "Maybe I should check on her. You think she's upstairs?" I needed Cora out of the hallway so I quickly agreed. 

Cora looked around the room but her eyes lingered on the basement door. She smiled and nodded when I offered to go down stairs with Geoffrey. I added that he seems like a pretty nice guy. Cora flashed me a warm smile and said simply that she thought so too. 

Joan walked into the kitchen from the deck just as Cora was at the top of the stairs and turning toward our bedroom. Joan was staring at the tiles in front of her. Her hair was a mess. When she looked up at me she flashed a forced smile and asked about Cora. I eyed her for a moment. Her cheeks were red. She must have lost her bra because her arms that she crossed in front of her now were the only things supporting her big tits. Her hard thick nipples were lost marbles under her top. Just below her neckline, were a few stains, like drops of white icing from one of the pastries we had for brunch. Her knees were red. 

Knowing she was going to lie to me, I asked, "Are you alright?" I'm fine, now. I was a little off earlier but I'm back. I just need to take something for my stomach." 

I quickly responded with, "I'm going downstairs with Geoffrey. Hopefully he doesn't think we're a bunch of rude assholes." 

"That's good, I'll talk to Cora then we'll both be right down." Joan said tiredly. 

Just as she stood on the third step I reached out and tugged on the hem of her skirt. It startled her and she jerked around with a fierce glare. Her mouth was open; I'm sure to deliver a fierce rebuke. But, her vehemence faded as quickly as it had flared. And she simply asked me what I wanted. 

I wanted to say "I want the same thing Kevin got." But Cora then called out "Mom!" and both of our heads turned toward the top of the stairs. 

Cora appeared in the upstairs hallway. She scowled down at us with her fists on her hips. "Mom, where have you been?" 

Joan's lie was as smooth as it was plausible. "I was in the downstairs bathroom. It was quicker and I didn't think I would be in there so long. You know your father, if its not right in front of him he won't see it." 

I let go of Joan's hem and let my fingers slide down her thigh. "I'll see you both down stairs." I announced as I left to fetch Geoffrey.. I put my fingers to my nose as I crossed the kitchen floor. It was sweat, Joan's pussy juice and Kevin's seminal fluid. 

She was following her Master's commands exactly. Kevin told her to leave his cum inside her pussy. He took her panties and her bra.

I've taken a lot of pride in my media room. I have a large 3D TV and theatre surround sound. I put in acoustic tiles and theatre seating. The entire basement can be turned from a family entertainment room into a small movie theatre with the flick of a few switches. I followed Geoffrey down the stairs. We talked about the pool table, the pinball machine and air hockey game. With the garage scene replaying itself in my head; I got us some drinks from the bar. 

Finally, I took my seat next to Geoffrey. I tried to concentrate but talking was nearly impossible. Undoubtedly Joan was talking about Geoffrey, about marriage and the hope that their ceremony would be in our Church. I'm sure Joan was talking about love, commitment and integrity as her black lover's cum drained out of her sodden pussy. Surely Joan was trying to look the part of the good mother and all the while with sperm dripping from her cunt and greasing her thighs. 

Geoffrey and I discussed the movie and joked about work and briefly discussed politics and even religion. Throughout our conversation questions kept popping into my mind. What if he knew that his girlfriend's mother lies across her desk every morning letting a black student mate with her? What if he knew that Joan stands in front of her class and teaches with no panties and her bare cunt full of sperm? What would his reaction have been if he had come into the house and mistook the garage door for the bathroom? Would he have watched or would he have fled our home and repudiated my daughter; Cora, the only innocent party in this debauchery. 

If we were found out, if Kevin's cock was found buried deep in my wife's cunt; her career would be over. Inevitably the Church and our friends would find out. With the upheaval my secret would eventually be revealed. I knew about her obsession with Kevin. I knew he was only eighteen. I did nothing to stop the adultery. With all of the poking and prodding into our private lives, it would be just a matter of time that the deceptions would be folded back and the truth made plain. 

I love knowing my wife will do anything for her black lover. I was coming to grips with this reality when the basement door opened. 

Light flooded into the dark media room. Then footsteps squeaked on the stairs. Each step felt like approaching discovery. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Then the dark form stood behind me and bent down to talk into my ear. 

"Mom will be down in a minute. What do you think of Geoffrey?"

The terror was quelled. My response came as quickly as the change in paradigm would allow. 

Too slow for comfort I said, "He's great; I hope he likes us." 

Cora replied with the ease that could only come from ignorance and innocence. "Oh, I think that won't be a problem. He was nervous on the way over here but he's fine now. You guys put him at ease."

"That's cool." I said, feeling relieved. Then I asked "Why is your mother taking so long?" and I got the answer that has kept me on edge ever since. 

"Well Dad, it would have been nice if you could have waited." Cora said as a mild rebuke. Her tone was playful but the words fomented my latent terror. 

Cora whispered, "I mean, come on, she almost came down. I had to tell her that her sweater was on inside out. And really, giving her a hickey, at your age?" 

My mouth hung open and I just stared at Cora's dim silhouette. 

In the light from the TV I saw Cora smile and then she said mischievously "I hope at Mom's age I still want to do that." 

Cora turned and walked up and sat down next to Geoffrey. She kissed him on the cheek and then snuggled down close to him. 

I said a silent prayer for Geoffrey. 



Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 06



Geoffrey and I ended up sharing a couple of microbrews while we discussed the movie. The conversation eventually moved to politics and religion. Geoffrey shared many of our views on the world, God and entertainment. I didn't force our conversation, I never felt like had to; instead the topics came up spontaneously and our differences were accepted. For such a young man, his views were well formed and easily defended. When Joan and I saw Cora and Geoffrey to their car, the sun was nearly set. 

My lengthy interaction with Cora's new love served two purposes. I had to check this guy out and honestly he passed. He'll make a great son. The other reason for the lengthy debates and raucous banter was to watch Joan. While we were entertaining Cora and Geoffrey, she couldn't steel away and write her narrative for Kevin. I had no intention of making any of this easy. I was being passive aggressive and I knew it. The strain and worry on Joan's face was exquisite. 

Closing the front door, I asked Joan what she thought about Geoffrey. She agreed that he was a great match for Cora. She hoped that he was everything he presented himself to be. I told Joan that I needed to go to the store and asked her if she wanted to come along. I knew she would refuse even before she shook her head. "I'm tired. I'm going to get some work done for Monday, take a shower and probably watch some TV. It's been a long day." 

"Sure, it's been a tiring one too." I added with a smile. Joan smiled back, she smelled like she'd drank a bottle of Listerine. 

"I'm glad you like Geoffrey. It makes everything so much easier when a father likes his daughter's fiancé." Joan said. She sounded exhausted. I nodded and she turned to go upstairs. 

"I really need to get started on that paperwork." Joan said without looking back. Her steps were slow and her legs wobbled as she made her way up the carpeted stairs. She held tenaciously to the banister. I hung around the kitchen for a few minutes then went up to our bedroom. I found Joan stepping into a steaming bubble bath. Under a dense blanket of bubbles Joan asked "Back already?" She didn't look at me and that made me want to linger and maybe discover what she was scheming. 

"No." I answered slowly then added "I came up to get my list. It's bad enough I have to fix the plumbing I don't want to run out of parts." Joan smiled but she still wasn't looking at me. I grabbed the scrap of paper that had my list on it and left for the hardware store. 

I completed my shopping in a couple of minutes but I stayed out for almost two hours anyway. When I got back I stayed in the basement for most of the evening. At eleven thirty I opened my laptop and punched in the address for the email account. My fingers kept betraying me. I got error message after error message until I stepped back, turned on the big screen TV. Then, after pouring myself another beer I typed in the address one key at a time. 

After authenticating and clicking through some advertisements the inbox opened and there was the new message. This one had an attachment. I opened the email. There were only two lines in it. 

"No longer apart but now a piece of the whole; I can gaze about me, not as a stranger through a window but as a member of the same family."

What the hell did that mean?

I opened the attachment. I pulled my hands from the keyboard and just let myself breath. Then, using only the up and down arrows I began reading Joan's letter. It was text only. Its tone was different, more intimate and relaxed. It felt like she was talking to me.

Here it was; what Kevin and I both wanted. Joan's debauchery in her own words...

"I've discovered that a whole can have many parts. Some are interchangeable like links on a chain while others remain but are changed by way of their relationship to the various parts. 

With my husband I am; a wife, a mother, a daughter, sister, aunt, Teacher, Sunday School Teacher, Parish Officer, hostess and friend. Being with Ed has let me open my horizons and assume roles and responsibilities with a measure of security that has evoked confidence in my daily life. 

With Mr. Montgomery, I'm a woman. No other role need be applied because nothing else is needed. For once, I don't have to achieve in spite of my sexuality. I don't have to act as if my body is something different from who I am, I've learned that my body's importance is no less than my mind or soul. I'm a woman with breasts, hips, legs, an ass and a vagina. I learned from Mr. Montgomery that these words designate my anatomy. Mr. Montgomery explained the power words; these are words that he uses when we are together. Men want a woman with a great ass and legs, but most of all; they want a woman who knows her pussy. After all, a man doesn't want to fuck a vagina he wants to fuck a pussy; my pussy. I've learned so much from this eighteen year old black student that outside the classroom he is my teacher and I am gladly his student. 

I've known the attraction that a man can have on a woman. All women are attracted to power. Like a moth to a flame, that's what drew me to Kevin Montgomery. He is as certain of his sex as he is of his name. His ministrations always come to the proper fruition. Each day he tells me that I will enjoy our assignations and by the end of the day I'm longing for the morning so I can feel his warm lips, his strong hands and his incredible manhood once again. 

I've known Kevin for some time but this week has been different. Early Monday morning, before anyone else was in the building, he walked into my classroom. Not bothering to check if it closed, he swung the door behind him and came to me. I was standing behind my desk. He pulled me to him. His thick arms encircled me and held me tight as his lips pressed hard against mine. 

He said, "You're a fine woman. Show me how happy you are to be my woman, right now." He then stepped back away from me. I saw nothing but need in his expression and that need was for me. He held up his phone and I saw the flash. He was smiling. He looked so kind when he flashed that big smile. In front of him I was nothing more than an obsessed girl with her first crush. 

Kevin dropped to his knees and instructed me to get closer to the board. He took charge by waving me toward the board and saying, "That's it baby, stand next to the board. Oh yeah, smile just like that; you're so pretty when you smile." The camera's flash filled the room two or three more times then he stood up and smiled at me. I would have done anything for him; in fact I already had, when he asked me to lift my skirt that marvelous smile grew wider. I hadn't put any panties on; that was nothing new. Since my first time with him, I've abided by his wishes and not worn panties. But on Monday, I was wearing the shortest skirt I own. Obviously, he was pleased; he took pictures of my little secret. 

"Ah, damn woman! You are so hot. Look at what you've done!" Kevin exclaimed as he put his phone on the corner of my desk and took me into his arms. He forced me against the blackboard and crushed me with his lips. He was breathing hard and I was melted by his heat. Like this, I could refuse him nothing. He opened my blouse. My flesh was burning for his big hands. Everywhere his hands went my will fell away. I was emerging into a thing wholly different and wholly better than I was just a few short hours ago. 

Reaching behind me, Kevin cradled my head in his big muscled hand. As both arms were wrapped around me, his kisses traveled down to my chest. My nipples tightened under his lips. Shivers ran through me and my resolve melted as I was cradled like a doll in this black student's arms. He licked, kissed and nibbled my flesh. My own need peaked when I realized that he was giving me love bites. They were below my breasts. The pain and danger was exquisite. He bit lightly then sucked voraciously. My husband was sure to see them. 

Kevin gently laid me on the desk. He came up and kissed me tenderly on my lips. He tasted of cinnamon and smelled of wild musk. His kisses stopped and he stood up next to the desk. I don't remember how or when his shirt was unbuttoned. Hell I may have done it. It didn't matter. His tight stomach and thick chest were towering over me. I felt so small lying on my back, looking up at this young black man. 

Kevin tipped his head down and drank me in with his eyes. His lip slowly curled into a snarl. I smiled. It would have been wrong to make him say anything. I knew what he wanted; I wanted it too. To make him command me would have been reprehensible and as wrong as a lie. I stayed true and turned my head. He was so close that my lips grazed across the underside of his beautiful ebony manhood. I smiled again. The meeting of our minds, the convergence on the same desire evoked my femininity. The ache throbbed in my heart and in my sodden pussy. 

I opened my mouth and gently, oh so gently, licked the bulb of his glorious prick. I ran my tongue around the hole; it was salty and delicious; Oh God I wanted more, I wanted it all. I pushed forward and prayed that I could take his girth. He has such a big, fat cock. I love him for having such a wonderful thing. I can only do as he commands, nothing else matters. Nothing is important except filling the need that he has created within me. I need him. He pulled away and stepped back away from my desk. 

"No, not that way bitch; you know how it's supposed to be. Come on over here. Get your ass over here now." I slid off my desk and crawled over to Kevin. He was sitting at JoAnne's desk. She would be here in two hours for Home Room. Kevin was pointing at the floor between his open legs. I stopped on that spot, leaned forward and ran my hands up his taut legs and around to the small of his back. I kissed his chest and licked his ebony flesh. He moaned as my breasts brushed over his phallus. 

"Oh, that's right. You know how to make me happy." He whispered as I licked my way down to his turgid black phallus. To touch it was the rightful thing to do, to lick it and kiss it was ecstasy. I licked up and down his cock making sure that I moistened my tongue so all of his black skin shone from my dutiful licking. Then he spoke again and asked me to what I was thinking.

I answered quickly. The words came out like water from a broken dam. "I'll do anything you want. Oh God, anything. I need this so badly." 

"What do you need so badly?" He asked quietly. 

I didn't think about my answer, because I didn't have to, his cock was consuming me. "Your cock, I need it." 

Kevin's voice held a sharp edge as he replied, "Look at you. You haven't stopped bucking those hips since you first touched my cock. "This once a day shit isn't getting it. I got to have you more than just this once before the fucking sun comes up every day."

I nodded my affirmation then thought the better for it and pulled the bulb of his cock from my mouth and honestly admitted, "I'm your whore. I'll fuck you whenever and where ever you want. I want you to be happy" As soon as my admission was finished I put Kevin's manhood back in my mouth. I held it there and savored the smell and taste of him. He was so hard, his back muscles tensed. I ran my hands up over his hard black chest as I bobbed my head up and down. Like a piston his thick phallus filled my mouth and throat then receded back only to return with building force. 

"Oh yeah, baby you're making me happy." Kevin groaned. His hands on my shoulders pushed me away. I sat back on my haunches. I was a lewd mess with saliva dripping down my chin, my open blouse showing my bare breasts and worst of all; I was proudly displaying my new whorish love bites. I did nothing to hide these small purple brandings; they were as pretty as my earrings. 

Kevin's gaze took on a hard glare. It ran over my body like a cold feather giving me gooseflesh. His thoughts took form as he said, "Time we take this relationship to the next level. You said you were my whore. Those were your words. So tell me, what does my whore like to do?" 

His question had a challenge buried in it. I stood up and leaned my bare chest against the blackboard. With my left hand I lifted the hem of my skirt. When I was sure my ass was bared completely I looked Kevin in the eye and said, "I love to fuck. I love it when you're inside me. I love to suck on your big black cock. I love the taste of your cum. I just love it all."

Kevin fixed me with his gaze. His voice had a more congenial tone. "Why do you love my cock? Your husband's got one, hell, every guy's got a penis. Why do you need this one so much?" He waved his cock at me as he accentuated 'this one'. 

Again, my words were as automatic as my breath. "It's black and it's big. You know how to use it; I'll do anything for you. You make me feel so feminine. I'm a whole woman when you're near me." Everything was true, and Kevin's quick smile showed that he believed it. 

Kevin began to stroke his cock. He ran his fist slowly up and down his thick dark meat as he said, "No There's one thing you haven't mentioned. You know what I'm talking about."

His gaze was too hard for mine to hold, I looked down at the floor as I said "You can keep a secret."

"Yeah, we'll just keep this between the two of us. No one needs to know about it." He said through bared teeth.

I smiled. 

Then he continued, "If it's going to be a secret then it needs to be worth the effort. You said you are my whore. I love nasty whores. Show me how nasty you can be. Come on, be nasty." 

I turned from the board and quickly cleared my desk. I bent over it and lowered my breasts onto the cool top. I kept my legs as straight as possible so my ass was jutting up like a rutting bitch. I pulled my skirt up over my ass then with both of my hands I pulled my cheeks apart. I could feel cool air on my inner folds. I was soaking wet. I needed his black cock so badly that I would have done anything just then to get him inside of me. But, he wanted a demonstration and that was my command. I turned my head so I could see him. He was still sitting at the desk stroking that magnificent cock. 

"I want you to fuck me here on my desk. I want to feel your cock stretching me and filling me until you cum, and then please, please, don't pull out. I want you to lean over me with your fat cock plugging my pussy so I can absorb your sperm. I want to go the whole day with your cum inside me. It makes me feel so nasty."I said boldly.

Kevin stood and slowly approached me. His right hand never stopped pumping his turgid cock. He stopped by my face and stood close enough for me to tongue the engorged head. I slid forward and kissed it. Kevin stepped back and pronounced, "I'm going to give you what you want. You're going to be a nasty whore." Then he added with a measured cadence, "A nasty married white whore." I closed my eyes and moaned. Then I felt him rubbing that massive cock up and down my drenched pussy. I nearly jumped when he suddenly pushed himself into me. 

He took the pleasure my body gave willingly. His need to dominate me spurred him on so that each thrust was more powerful than the last. Oh God, Kevin fucked me so hard that it seemed like an eternity. I saw the flash of his camera and I didn't care. He could have called his family as an audience and still I would have laid there on my desk, naked, accepting my place beneath his powerful thrusts with the same lewd moans. 

My juices ran freely down my thighs and dripped onto the tiles beneath my desk. Kevin altered his stance and lowered himself slightly. Dear God, he rubbed my clitoris. I tried not to yell out or scream. I tried to be good, but just then I had no children and I wasn't married. I didn't attend church or teach school. I was a woman and I was getting the best fuck of my life. 

I was beginning to tingle. My legs were turning to water. My stomach was a knot of expectation. I heard an odd mewling sound, like that from a hungry kitten and knew the sound was mine. I could feel his breath on my ear. His thrusts were slower but just as powerful. In a whisper he said, "You're going to have homeroom with my nut inside you. You'll teach with my nut inside you. You're going to walk the halls with my nut inside you and you'll love it because it is nasty." 

The mewling sound stopped and I heard myself plea "Please, nut inside me. I'm nasty. I'm your nasty whore" and then it happened. Suddenly, Kevin thrust himself hard inside me and held it there. 

Kevin growled above me and said, "ah fuck yeah, that's it take it bitch." He ground himself into me. He pumped me full of his seminal fluid. The width of his cock kept any of it from escaping. All of his cum was trapped in my hungry pussy. 

He stopped thrusting but kept his cock deep inside me. He laid on my back and kissed my neck. His cock never grew soft. As ecstasy filled me to overflowing, tears ran down my cheeks wetting my desk. 

After several moments, Kevin ran his hands down my bare thighs and pushed them together. With his hands on my hips he lifted my ass so my abdomen was off the desk. I felt so empty when he took himself from me and stood next to my desk. His penis was semi hard and as such it hung in a low arch from his groin. I slid from the desk to my knees and cleaned his wonderful cock. I saw the flash of his camera phone but I didn't care. I bathed his cock with my tongue and dried it on my cheeks. Then I kissed it and looked up in my master's eyes. It was good to see him smile.

"You make me happy." He said then kissed me on the forehead, dressed and left me on my knees. I knew better than to dress while he was still in the classroom. After exerting himself as he just did for me. He needed unfettered access. After all, he could have decided to take me again. When the door was shut then I could clothe myself and once again take on my role of teacher, wife and mother. Until then I was his whore and helpmate. 

Just as the door began to swing shut, Kevin caught it and came back to me. I hadn't moved. My top was still open and my skirt was wrapped around my waist like a thick cloth belt. I was on my knees but Kevin waved me up so I could stand before him. 

"By the way, I love how you've dressed yourself today. Your students have always fantasized about what you've got under those clothes. Giving them a little tease will really get them going. 

I looked at the floor and said meekly, "I did this for you."

Kevin nodded and then grinned as he added, "I'll want to hear how the fellas have reacted to your new...bold look. Make sure you tease them a little. Who knows, it may improve their grades." He shot me a wicked smile and then left. "Thank God, I only teach seniors," I thought as the door closed. After all, I had to do what Kevin wanted. 

I followed Kevin's wishes while trying to stay true to my conservative upbringing. It was torture resisting the urge to pull down the hem of my skirt when I stood up. I tried to keep my writing on the board at chest height or lower, because I knew that if I reached up too high the first row would get a glimpse of my bare bottom. 

After second period I nearly had a panic attack in the hallway. On my way to the teacher's lounge I noticed two seniors at their lockers. Both were open mouth staring at me. I looked down and saw the reason. I was wearing a sheer top without a bra. Walking caused my breasts to move freely against the fabric and my nipples to harden. Every nerve in my body screamed for me to hug my chest to hide my wantonness. But as my head came up Kevin's words came to my mind. I forced my arms to my sides and just smiled at my admirers. They were tall, black and muscular seniors who were finishing up their required classes and padding out their schedules with study halls. As I entered the lounge, I turned slightly to see if their eyes were still on me; they didn't see me look back. Their eyes were glued to my barely covered ass. It was the best compliment I've ever gotten. 




Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 06



Though it was a great turn-on to be admired like that, I stayed in my classroom anyway. I didn't have to leave my room to solicit such stares. Each period my male students looked at me in a totally different way. The bored, half asleep expressions were gone. They stole peeks at me as I walked between the desks. I had never had so much attention lavished on me in all my life. It was frightening, disconcerting and most definitely delicious. 

I was disappointed when at the end of the day, I didn't see Kevin again. I looked for him on the practice fields as I got into my car. He was there working and sweating just as he had for me. 

The following three days were just like Monday. He came to me in the morning and pleasured me. My ecstasy was so intense that each morning I wept under his powerful, dark body. And when he was through, I showed my gratitude by cleaning his manhood with kisses and licks. I wore skirts that were shorter than anything I had worn since I was in high school. The boys in all of my classes reacted positively to my new wardrobe. They watched my every move and though I knew it was adolescent lust, I was both flattered by the attention and taken aback by the momentary increase in the grade point averages.

Each morning Kevin took pictures of me. He posed me behind my desk and after the first picture; I'd slowly disrobe for him. Then as he honored me with his youthful ardor, I'd recount my previous day's exploits. He loved the stories. He loved to hear how the other's tried to sneak peeks at my breasts or my barely covered ass. His thrusts were longer and more powerful while I whispered to him.

I looked forward to the time Kevin and I shared each morning. I had no idea that it was awakening an animal inside him that could not be fed just once a day. I met that animal Friday. My sex had kept me awake all night, tingling and aching for Kevin's attention. He came through the door as always. He posed me in front of the blackboard as always. I took off my clothes as he captured my image in his camera. I kissed and caressed his delicious cock till he snarled and growled and told me to get on the desk. I lifted my ass like a bitch in heat as I pressed my breasts and on the top of my desk. I asked Kevin in my sweetest voice to fill me. My words didn't satisfy him. He told me to put my hands on my ass and pull my sex open so he could freely enter my pussy. I did as he said. He mounted me and entered me fully with just one thrust. I yelped with the sudden invasion but also did my duty and pushed back against him, he liked to know that I loved what I was getting. I love to fuck him. 

Kevin fucked me slowly. He hissed out his exhales and sucked in his breaths loudly. I felt his hard abs against my ass. His thick arms were on either side of my neck. He bent down over me, so once again I could feel his breath on my ear. He whispered slowly to me, "I thought about you all night. My cock never went soft. You're more than a woman. This is more than sex. You are mine. Tell me it's so."

He was reading my mind and each word confirmed it. My sex approved. Suddenly my vagina was a sodden mess. Without thinking I spread my legs and arched my ass higher. I remember smiling as Kevin slid farther into me.

"I love your cock. I'll do anything for you." I said with honest words. 

Kevin pushed his cock deep into me and held it there. Even after all the times we had been together, I still needed time to accept his girth. He eased out a little; it felt like a quart jar was being pulled out of me. I turned my head and looked up at Kevin. His eyes were closed hard like he was concentrating on our union. I felt his breath on my cheek. I sucked in his breath and shared his youthful ardor. I felt his energy expanding inside me. I felt so overpowered, with tears streaming down my cheeks I pleaded, "Oh God Kevin; please don't stop. I'll do anything for you. Please don't stop."

Kevin opened his eyes and stared into me as he asked, "Do you want me to put it back in? Do you want me to fuck you with my black cock?" 

I nodded and said only, "Please."

"Good, then do what I say. Snake your hand down along your side and rub your cunt. I want you to cum for me. Make yourself cum." 

"I've never done it in front of anyone." I said truthfully. 

"I know." Kevin replied. His voice was soft and smooth like fresh cream. It was alright to touch myself. It was okay to make my own pleasure. Kevin told me...

I rubbed myself and thought of the picture Kevin and I must be making. Him, a tall young virile black man bent over me; mating with me, giving me pleasure. I came hard, biting my lip and spreading my legs wide. My body was a pool of jelly on the desktop. I have never felt such ecstasy. 

"I'll do anything for you." I heard myself say. My voice was raspy, it sounded like someone else. That voice told the truth. At that moment I would have done anything Kevin asked of me. I wanted nothing more than to prove my devotion and feel all the pleasure of his manhood. 

"Prove it baby, prove it. Now get your ass off this desk and get on your knees. Come on; get on your knees in front of me." 

I hurried to where Kevin wanted me. My top was open, my skirt a mess of coiled cloth around my waist. My bare knees were on the floor and my bare ass rested on the backs of my heels. 

"Take your top off." Kevin commanded. He was standing over me, gritting his teeth and stroking his manhood. The top fell to the floor just as the first jet of semen splashed on my chest. It hit high up on my breasts and clung to my skin like warm honey. Several more jets of his sweet juice landed on my breasts. Each one was as copious and thick as any I had seen from any other man. 

Kevin put a hand on the desk to steady himself. He shook his head and then milked the last pearly droplets from his urethra. I tongued the pearly come from the end of his cock then licked his knuckles.

I knew my place and my duty. When it was obvious that I wouldn't receive any more semen I licked the bulbous head clean. I cleaned his scrotum then gently sucked each of his balls. I then licked each and didn't stop until they shone with my saliva. I rubbed his thighs and pulled him closer to me so I could repay the attention he had given me. When I finished and sat back on my haunches I looked up into Kevin's eyes. He was staring down at me, gritting his teeth. 

"Now it's time to prove what you said." Kevin said sibilantly. With a renewed hardness in his eye, he commanded me to say it again. 

I knew what he wanted so I said in a clear voice, "I'll do anything for you. I'll do anything you want me to do."

"Go on..." He said with a nod. 

"I'll fuck you whenever you want...where ever you want my cunt." I had trouble with the words, I had never used 'cunt' before and it just seemed to stick in my throat. Kevin grinned at my stutter. I tried a different tactic. 

"My mouth is yours. My body is for your pleasure." I said with satisfaction. Kevin was still grinning. 

"So when my cock gets hard and you don't have a class..." 

I finished Kevin's sentence, "Come to me and I'll take care of you anyway I can. I'll make you cum." 

"Cum? That's what white boys do, they cum..." Kevin said indignantly.

I jumped in to fix my words, "I'll swallow your nut. Or you can nut inside me. Any way you want, I'll take care of you."

"That's better. Are you my whore?" He asked with a warming smile. I smiled my affirmation.

"Then I think you should smell like me." Kevin said with a nod toward my chest. "Rub it in. I want you to wear my cum. You're going to smell me. I want your students to wonder about that smell. Who knows, it may make the grade averages go up. I'm sure other things are going to rise." 

I forgot my place and voiced my objection. "I'll be sticky. My blouse might stick to it. Please Kevin, no one can know about this..."

Kevin's smile broadened as he said softly, "it'll dry. Bitch, this is what I want. Besides, you've been going braless all week. Everyone is already looking and talking about you. You know they are. You love it." 

Before Kevin stopped talking I began to rub the viscous fluid all over my upper torso. I made sure to coat each of my breasts. The white clumps broke down into a thin clear coating. It had a strong musky smell. Just as I was finishing with my breasts I noticed the familiar flash of Kevin's camera phone. I looked up and smiled into the camera. Kevin was hard again. I couldn't let him leave like this so I leaned forward to bring him to climax but Kevin told me to stop. "You've got my nut on you. That's not enough", He motioned me up onto the desk once more. I assumed the same position. Making sure my ass was high up in the air and my legs nicely spread. 

This time, Kevin entered me slowly. His strokes were long and easy. 

"You're so nasty, fucking me in your classroom and dressing like a slut. Doing all this slutty shit outside your easy white bread world makes you hot doesn't." 

I nodded then whispered, "no one knows, no one at home knows about you. You're my dirty little secret." 

"What's so little about me?" Kevin whispered through clenched teeth. His breath was so hot. I could smell the heat rising off of him. Drops of sweat were falling on my back. 

"Nothing; it's definitely not that wonderful cock of yours. You fuck me so well. I'll barely be able to walk after this." I said coyly. 

Kevin picked up his pace. He sunk his manhood all of the way into me and then withdrew until only the head was kissing my folds. I slithered a hand down to my sex and fondled his testicles. They filled my hand like large kiwis. Kevin has beautiful testicles. As I stroked them, his scrotum constricted so his balls pulled up tight under his cock. Kevin kept talking through my ministrations. 

"Oh baby that feels good. You know just how to do it. Oh God, that's great. You're such a nasty slut, my nasty slut. You don't need to walk. You're just where you need to be; over your desk taking my cock. You're going to get a lot more cock. This secret is going to be anything but little." 

I didn't let him finish. While I massaged his dark hairy sack, I told him "We're going to step it up aren't we? I'm going to teach my classes with your cum on my chest and swimming in my womb." 

The thought of it took me closer to the edge. I had never been so blatantly nasty. It had been so long since I let my sexuality rein over me like this. The singularity of it felt so wonderful. Nothing else but pleasure mattered. 

I admitted my intentions. "Oh God Kevin, I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want." I said as my climax cascaded over me. 

He must have felt me orgasm because he bent down close to my ear and sucked hard on the back of my neck. He was giving me another love bite. I could do nothing to stop him. So, instead I rode the wave and let my mouth say whatever came to mind. "Oh fuck yes, mark me just like you marked me with your spunk. I'm your nasty whore." 

"That's good to hear bitch. Cause I plan on having you on your back more than you are on your heels. You're mine. You'll do what I say when I say to do it and you know what?" Kevin stopped talking to suck on the back on my neck again. He was doing it so hard it hurt. He was becoming frantic. He was desperately close to his own climax. 

"I'll love it." I said hoping it was the proper finish to his command. 

Kevin let go of my neck, rammed himself deeper inside me and came. "Fuck bitch, I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to fill that nasty cunt of yours with my seed." Kevin kept saying, "Take it. Take it." Over and over as his penis flexed and pumped me full of his virile sperm. I took it. Kevin laid on top of me kissing the back of my neck and telling me that I was definitely his whore. A warmth came over me as he talked. It radiated from the truth of his words. 

Kevin climbed off of me but told me not to move. He pushed my feet closer together. "That's it; put that ass up in the air. Make all my sperms pool down in your womb right where they ought to be." I kept the position and watched my man dress himself. Once he was completely dressed he turned to me, unzipped his pants and told me to clean his cock. I licked the beautiful thing clean. It wasn't until he was heading for the door that Kevin told me that I could get dressed. 

I was sore all over. My back ached from bending. My legs felt like I had tried to touch my brow with my toes. But there was no time to worry over discomforts. Ironically; if I had more clothes to put on, I wouldn't have been dressed when the hall lights came on. Mrs. Patterson, the dayshift security guard, turned each hall light on as she made her opening rounds. I was straightening my skirt when the big portly black woman stuck her head in the door. 

"Good morning Mrs. King" she said with her usual big smile. She stepped into the room and then just for a moment she sniffed the air. The smile returned more slowly. "Boy you've been putting a lot of early mornings in. Too bad you teachers don't get paid by the hour. You'd be rich from all the over time." 

It was obvious that she could smell something. Was it me? Could she smell the sperm that had dried like paste on my nipples and breasts? Could she smell the potent semen that was still inside me? 

"Well I best get going. There is a lot of school to patrol and I know that there is a lot of me but I'm in only one spot at a time. I'll be seeing you later. Have a great day Mrs. King." We laughed together. I derailed her suspicions by feeding her gossipy tidbits on the other teachers. As Kevin's sperm trickled down my thigh, we laughed at some of the other teacher's idiosyncrasies. 

For the first three periods I kept my arms crossed and I tried to stay seated. It was agony. Nothing could elevate me above what I was; Kevin's whore. The conflict kept me near tears all morning. I tried to keep the balance between my profession and my nature. I was Kevin's whore but I was also a teacher. A whore didn't worry if she smelled like sex. A teacher was a paragon of morality. A whore didn't worry about the leers she was getting from the back of the room. A teacher didn't illicit such behavior. A whore liked the attention. I loved the attention. 

I had a free fourth period. As the students left the room I stowed my things and headed out the door. I needed to clean off and use the restroom. I checked the lock on the door but was suddenly pushed back into the classroom. "What are you doing?" I said irritably. Kevin took me by the arm as he slid past the door and stood with his back against the wall. It was the wall parallel to the door. When he was in the middle of it he took hold of my other arm and gazed into my eyes. He was hot and slick with a thick sheen of sweat. His smile said everything. I went to my knees in front of him. He held his cock out over the top of his shorts. It stood turgid and thick in front of me. 

I ran my hands over his perfect cock. It's long and thick. I licked the sweat off of it. Then I dipped my head and gently sucked the sweat from his testicles. With both hands I fondled those wondrous organs. As I rolled each in my palm I reveled at their size. Their warmth and smell was intoxicating. 

My head was pulled up. Kevin had a hold of my hair and he used it to pull my mouth up to the head of his penis. With both hands he pulled me down onto his manhood. He held on to the sides of my head and gently pumped his manhood in and out of my mouth. Eventually Kevin let go of me and I continued to worship his cock on my own. Little by little I was able to take more of it into my mouth and down my throat. Then just as his pubic hair mashed against my nose I heard, no I felt Kevin grunt. His thick black cock swelled and twitched and I began frantically swallowing his syrupy nut. 

I kept swallowing until Kevin's cock stopped spewing its sweet nectar. Kevin pulled me off the end of his cock. It was difficult to see through my tears but I could hear Kevin's praises. "Damn I just had to come back and get me some of that pretty mouth of yours. You sure do know how to suck black cock." 

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at my master. He put his forefinger and thumb on my chin and said "You're my fucking slut and you always will be. I guess you better go get something to eat." Kevin pulled his shorts up and left my classroom. 

It took a few minutes for me to regain my composure. I stood up and walked out of the room. It wasn't until I was out in the hall that I began to wonder if the door had always been open or if Kevin had left it that way. I cursed myself for not being more careful. 

I was on pins and needles all through lunch and the two periods after. I knew that at any time Kevin could walk in and claim me and though I did want him, my body needed him; I couldn't let us get caught. I had decided that if he came too close or acted too lewdly I'd address it as an unwanted advance. But Kevin didn't come too close. In fact, I didn't see him at all. The Pep Rally was scheduled for the last hour of the day. I didn't usually attend. As a football player, Kevin would definitely be in the stands. I didn't want to stay in my classroom though, so I gathered my papers and headed toward the teacher's lounge. 

Under the mezzanine, the halls connect like spokes in a wheel. Because of its central location the main hall almost always has people in it, but everyone was at the pep rally; everyone except Kevin. I nearly ran into him as I rounded the corner. 

"Hi Mrs. King" he said with that disarming smile of his. 

"Uhmmm... Hello Kevin." I stammered. I was carrying my books across my chest. I nearly dropped them as I looked up into his eyes and tried to remember my fear of him. He stepped aside and I went to the Lounge. I set my things on the central table and went to the vending machine for a soda. There were two other teachers sitting in the chairs at the back of the room. Their faces were scrunched up as they looked up and down at me. From the back of my mind I heard Kevin's voice saying "You're my whore."

I sat down quickly and pulled the books up to my chest and tried to hide behind them. But there was no hiding. I slid the first book off the stack and saw a large handwritten note addressed to me. 

"Joan, meet me in the boiler room; three doors from the lounge. Be there at two thirty."

Kevin must have slipped it into my books. I looked up at the clock. It was 2:35 PM. I got up; put my things in a neat pile on the table. I turned to Laura Finch and Brandie Phillips, the two old women flashed fake smiles as I asked if they would watch my things for a couple of minutes. They nodded and I was out the door. The hallway was deserted so I walked to the door with the "Physical Plant" plaque and opened it. 

I've never been in the boiler room. The door opened onto a short stairway that ended on the floor where three large boilers sat. A desk with a single light hanging over it sat on the opposite side of the room. It smelled like a garage. "You're late." Kevin said. I looked around. He was standing behind the desk. "Get down here; I got to get back to the Rally. We got to hurry."

I started to protest but my feet betrayed me, because although I was telling him this was too dangerous and the janitor would catch us, I was descending the stairs and walking straight to him. Like an automaton I stopped in front of him. I looked into his hard gaze then averted my eyes. He pointed to the desk. I stepped to the back of it and bent over it. I saw the familiar camera phone flash. I started moving my arms down to my buttocks so I could hold myself open for him. Kevin grabbed my arm. His dark hand was such a contrast to my pale skin. "Since you're late, lose the skirt and blouse. I want to see you just as God see's you." 

I stared at the floor. Then looked up at him hoping to see something that would tell he wasn't serious. But his eyes were as hard and dark as the metal in the pipes above us. I unbuttoned my blouse and put it on the desk. 




Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 06



"You might like being naked in front of one of your students but, I need to be back at the Rally." He said impassively. When I started to protest he said louder, "Take the skirt off." 

I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. I was naked in the dirty boiler room, standing in front of one of my black students hoping that he would be kind, knowing that kindness was not what I wanted. 

Kevin looked down at the front of his pants. "Take it out." he said bluntly. I knew my place. So I dropped to my knees and unfastened his belt and pants and pulled down the zipper. He wasn't wearing any underwear so his cock bounced and waved in front of me. There was fluid running from the huge head. 

"Lick it real good. I love the feel of your tongue on my cock." I licked his shaft and dipped down to suckle lightly on his gorgeous testicles. When I put his cock in my mouth he pulled his hips back. "Did I tell you suck my cock? No I told you to lick it. Now stand up." 

I stood up and crazily, for the first time felt truly naked. I wanted to fold my arm in front of me and crumple down onto the floor and hide. 

"Get your ass over the desk." Kevin said. There was an edge to his voice that cut through my sudden fear. I turned and bent over the desk. I knew immediately that my sex was once again exposed for Kevin. I was pleasing him. Automatically, I reached back with both hands to pull my buttocks apart and open my sodden sex for Kevin's enjoyment. I saw the flash of his camera phone. Then he gently slapped my hands away and told me grip the opposite edge of the desk. I did and immediately Kevin massaged my sex and then he groaned as he entered me. I was so wet that I easily took the sudden invasion. Then he began his powerful strokes. They were measured and precise as if he were holding back to make it last. 

Kevin talked to me; he shared his desires as he used me, "Take all of my cock. Take it all. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were a hungry white slut. Look at you. You're taking my cock in a dirty boiler room. You really are a married white slut aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I'm your slut." I answered before his forward stroke knocked the air out of me. 

Kevin corrected me, "You're my married white slut." 

I repeated him, "I'm your married white slut." Saying the words put goose bumps all over me. I was close to climaxing. 

Kevin was picking up speed. He was shoving his cock into me like he meant to push me across the room. He said in a loud voice, "You dress like I tell you. You suck my cock when I tell you. You fuck me when I want it. You're mine. Tell me." 

I told him the truth "I'm yours. I'll fuck you and suck you. I'll lick and love your body anywhere you wish. Please don't stop fucking me." I was nearly in tears. 

"This is just the beginning bitch." Kevin said flatly as he surged forward and came deep inside me. We came together on the maintenance man's smelly desk at the bottom of the stairs in the dirty boiler room. Kevin leaned forward and sucked hard on the back of my neck. I went soft on top of the desk as Kevin again marked me as his property. 

After a few moments, he pulled away from me and stood up. I cleaned him again before he put his manhood back into his pants. I don't think I'll ever object to showing my adoration like that. It's just the right thing to do.

After we dressed and the sexual tension thinned I asked Kevin "Why do you call me names?" 

"What do you mean", he answered with a tinge of anger. 

"You keep calling me a bitch and whore and slut. I don't like being called names."

Kevin's eyes softened as he nodded. He asked "Why are you doing this? I mean why my step dad? Why did you start all this?" 

It seemed like a sincere request. So I answered it truthfully. "I was promiscuous in high school and really my first year of college. I was immature and didn't really know what I wanted. When I met Ed everything changed. I grew up and took on responsibilities. I've had a great life with a lot of nice things. With you I've been able to get back some of that excitement. I just don't..." Kevin didn't let me finish. 

"I call you what you is. You could lose your family and I could lose mine just for some fun. Besides, 'bitch' ain't nothing. If you don't have a cock, then, you're a bitch." As Kevin finished answering me, he reached out and held my chin in his big black hands. He looked kindly into my eyes 

Then, those eyes turned to steel. "Sluts do it for the thrill. I said you are my whore. My whore does it because that's what I want. You like the thrill of a black man. You like knowing that your family and your church think you're a proper little lady but you're really a black man's whore. If it's the thrill you want. I can supply that. No need that all of this be done in the classroom. Hell that shit was getting boring. We are going to take this mobile."

He let go of my chin to fondle my breasts. He wasn't gentle or kind. He was testing me. Would I pull away? I never wanted to. "Mobile?" I asked meekly 

"Yeah, I've been thinking. We can keep this a secret but that doesn't mean we have to do the secretive stuff here. Give me your cell phone number." 

"I can call you and then you'll have my number." I suggested. 

"Fuck that; just give me your cell phone number." Kevin said as she mauled my breasts. I started to protest but immediately thought the better of it. I wrote the number on a scrap of paper and handed it to him. 

Then in a moment of meanness his gaze hardened. "You better never be late again. When I call, you come. Do you understand?" He said with a hiss. To make his point, he pinched my nipple hard until I winced. 

"I won't be late." I replied sheepishly. 

"All right then. We'll put your words to the test. You're going to get the excitement you crave. With a cruel grin he snorted out "Your whole world is about to be nothing but pure excitement."

I started up the stairs. I felt his semen begin to run down my thigh. There wasn't anything clean to wipe it off so I quickened my steps to get to the restroom. Kevin's camera phone's flash filled the room like a strobe light as I ascended the stairs. 

I didn't see Kevin for the rest of the school day. Normally I stay for an hour or so tidying up the room and readying my things for the next day, but not that day. I had materials from the public library that needed to be returned and they close early on Fridays. So I loaded my car and headed to the Washington Street library. It was on the opposite side of town and would take me nearly thirty minutes to get there. 

After pulling into the library parking lot I grabbed the books and DVDs and ran into the library. I went to the circulation desk with the stack and waited. A young awkward looking African American man came to help me. 

Without saying a word he slowly checked each item. Most of the clerks would have taken the stack and quickly opened each case to check the DVDs and then let me go. Following his gaze I looked down to my blouse and understood the reason for his slowness. Outside, as I walked from the car to the building I had hugged the books and DVDs tightly against my chest. In my hurry my blouse opened another button. The black man was getting an eyeful of my cleavage. A tingle ran through me as the realization of my brazen exhibition hit me. I pretended not to notice his leer and instead asked him about the open text book behind him. He turned to the books lying on the table. 

"I'm taking classes at Washington Tech." he said proudly. "That's my..." he said as he turned around and stared at my blouse. I hadn't done anything to it. I merely leaned forward on my arms with my hands planted on the counter. If he could see my cleavage earlier, now, he obviously could see my breasts. If he could, then I'm sure he saw how hard and tight my nipples were. Showing myself to this young black man was nothing less than exhilarating, I felt like my skin was on fire. 

Like some street corner slut I was letting this young, black man ogle my naked breasts. More like a slut I wanted him to do more than look I wanted him to touch me. A respectable middle aged woman would never have done this. A respectable teacher would have never done this. A respectable person would never have gotten the thrill that was charging through my body. 

He swallowed a couple of times and licked his teeth. He struggled to keep eye contact as he gave me back my library card, thanked me and asked me to come back. I said I loved the library and that I was sure he would see me again. Not bothering to button up my blouse, I turned and left. Fortunately the parking lot was empty of pedestrians. So I walked brazenly through the breeze to my car. Just as I opened my car door Kevin appeared as if out of nowhere and told me to get into the back seat. 

"Where... How did you know I was here?" I asked in a shaky voice. Kevin motioned for me to get into the back seat. I got in and scooted over so Kevin could sit next to me. Just as I turned to him he gave me a long passionate kiss. His tongue flitted around in my mouth. I sucked lightly on his bottom lip. He held the back of my head like he would palm a basketball. We must have kissed for several minutes. When we broke away, I saw a family getting into the car next to mine. Kevin kissed my neck as the mother seat belted her children into place then pulled away. 

"How do you like that? You were seen but no one knows who you are." That woman saw you kissing me. She knew you were a white whore scoring some black cock but she didn't know that you are my teacher. Ain't that something? You can be seen and not seen at the same time. Now, let's practice that invisibility again." Kevin nodded downward. I dropped my head into his lap. He had already taken his huge black cock out of his shorts. I put it in my mouth but immediately Kevin took over. He held my head in place and bucked his hips. Before long he was savagely fucking my mouth with his black cock. Before he could climax he pulled me up and told me to lie on my back. Without any worries or fear I turned and laid down on my back. 

Kevin pushed my skirt up and mounted me. He is so big. In our times together I rarely get to see his face. His lip lifted in a desperate snarl. I felt with each surge forward he was spreading me; widening my pelvis stretching my vagina and converting me over to his whore. I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into me. Just as his cock sunk fully into my depths he laid down over me and with his mouth next to my ear he said "Listen here bitch there's a guy next to us. He just pulled in. He looks like he's about thirty years old. He knows we're here. He's watching you take my cock. Now I don't know him. You don't know him. He doesn't know us. Give him a show. Let him know that you are my whore and that you love my cock." 

Kevin levered himself back up and smiled out the window. This was so naughty. Hell, it was exciting. As I squeezed his hard ass and spread my legs farther I yelled, "Fuck me, that's it fuck me with your beautiful cock." 

"I love your cock. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop. I need it in me. Fuck me as hard as you want. Take me as your bitch. I'm your whore." With that last statement I threw my arms around him and pulled him to me. My hips bucked on their own as the climax washed over me. I probably mumbled something incoherent but I'm sure my hips never stopped moving. Then, just as my climax began to wane Kevin shoved himself deep inside me. God I felt like he was pinning me to the back seat. He grunted and my womb was flooded with his spectacular sperm. As he emptied himself into me, I licked and kissed his neck and chest and cooed like a dove. I was far more sated than I had ever been in all my life. 

I suppose to prove a point; Kevin reached up and opened the door. Where the man was supposed to be was nothing but empty parking lot. 

Kevin told me to stay still while he dressed. Once he was done he took pictures of me lying on my back. I'm sure I looked a mess. Finally Kevin motioned for me to get dressed. I drove home with the windows down hoping that the wind would carry away the musky smell of our sex. 

That's where Joan's story ended. I read it again and then saved it to my hard drive. After I relieved myself I went to our bedroom. Joan was asleep. I flicked her hair from her neck so I could see the dark love bites. I smiled. She was his whore and I was glad for it.



Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 07



This is an interracial Cuckold story. If this offends you then please do not read. It's your choice to read this... 

*

Several weeks have passed since the last posting to the email account. During that time, it appeared that Joan was a normal, high school math teacher. Our personal relationship was great and there was no indication that she was worried or stressed about work. She seemed to always have a smile and a cheery word to say. I was happy but perplexed, because I had grown accustomed to the postings. Reading them was the only real glimpse I had into Joan's other world. Without them, I was in a dark room full of worries. 

I started to spy on my wife. But, Joan didn't do anything unusual. She worked her normal hours, came home at her normal time and went shopping as often and to the same stores as she always did. So what was up with Kevin? Had they broken up; was she over him? 

Then on a late Friday afternoon, just as I was shutting down my computer and thinking of the drive home from work, I decided to take a moment to check the account. There was a single line in the inbox whose size was large enough to contain several pages. Damn, she had written something. I waited for our unit's administrative assistant to leave before double clicking the email. 

When I heard the main door close I opened the email and scrolled through it. I'm glad I did. There were a few embedded pictures in the story. Oddly, none were in the school building. The first couple of pictures showed my wife walking through an upscale department store. She was wearing a business suit that had a short skirt. Her heels were four inches which are high but not unusually so for Joan. The last picture was of her leaving a mall. She looked different. Her hair was out of place. Her left hand was holding her jacket closed. So, unlike the previous illustrated stories of her debauchery, this one didn't seem to be a singular ride to the bottom. So I scrolled back up to the top and began to read my wife's letter and here it is in her own words...

Everything has been pretty quiet with my job and Mr. Montgomery. The aptitude tests have kept everything pretty quiet. I still follow his instructions. I dress the part and am always ready to satisfy Kevin's needs. But, the world is as it is, and we all must strive for a better future. Kevin has shown his true colors by buckling down for his tests. I found out last week that he was accepted to his first choice school and with a full scholarship. Not bad, not bad at all. 

Kevin delivered the good news himself. At the end of the day he came into my classroom with his big friendly grin and handed me a piece of paper. It was an acceptance letter AND the announcement that he was receiving a full scholarship. I was particularly proud of the fact that it was not an athletic scholarship but an academic one. As I handed the acknowledgement back he handed me an envelope. Inside was a gift certificate to a mall on the north side of town. 

"What's this?" I asked.

"Damn, it's a gift. What the hell do you think it is?" he said, smiling. 

I had to laugh at myself. I thanked him, but before I could finish he reminded me that there was no school on Monday. I nodded and he continued, "I'll meet you at the store and then we'll go out." 

I had been intimate with this eighteen year old black student for months and now I found myself blushing and tingling like a school girl. He's been in me and I've given him oral sex almost every day and yet I was still speechless. In the end, I simply said "OK". 

Kevin nodded, smiled and left. I was a little disappointed at his departure, we hadn't touched each other in over two weeks and it looked like we were going to continue to be apart at least until Monday. 

Surprisingly, the weekend went quickly. I didn't tell Ed that there wasn't any school on Monday. I simply went to work as usual. Later, if Ed asked, I'd just tell him that teachers were still required to attend. So, as usual, I dressed and left Monday morning just as he was getting up out of bed. Actually I still went to my classroom. It was so early that I had a couple of hours to kill before heading downtown. I worked until 10:30 AM. It's amazing how much you can accomplish when you're not constantly interrupted by hormonal teenagers. Hormones, as horny as I was, I guess I was exactly where I belonged. Just being in the classroom, the place where I had bared myself while Kevin gave me his ardor was arousing to me. By the time I got up to leave my mind was in a whirl.

Most of the seventy five minute drive north was a blur. This mall is as far from home as it is from school. I pulled around to the main entrance. Kevin never told me where to meet him. I knew better than to call him so I just walked in and started looking around. The main thoroughfare and even the stores looked deserted. I would have felt better if it were crowded. I stood out like a lightning bolt. I was in the heart of an all-African American community and as I looked around the Mall's food court, I was the only white person. 

I realized that I had stopped dead in my tracks and was staring like a tourist, so I purposely walked through the center of the mall and looked into each of the shops. Most were the same you would find in any mall. Cookie stores, greeting card stores and candle outlets. The clothing stores had a less modest, more urban feel to them. At the center of the building was a set of chairs and couches under some large potted palms. The sky lights above made the area brighter than the rest of the Mall. The circle of green carpet surrounded by blue must have been an attempt to make the area appear as an island of sorts. It looked pleasant enough, that is, until I got closer. The upholstery on the couches was dated and worn. One of the chairs had a jagged tear on the arm. The carpet, though clean, was worn and needed to be replaced. 

There was a group of young men down one of the corridors. They were standing in front of the "Finish Line" shoe store. Most had earrings and ball caps and were wearing baggy jeans. Their dark skin was smooth and taut like Kevin's. One of them turned and looked at me. He flashed me a warm smile with teeth as white as snow. My heart was pounding. I felt like such a girl, young and vulnerable. 

"If you keep staring and squeezing those thighs together; one of 'em is going to come over here. What you going to do then, huh?" Kevin said from behind me. 

Kevin had materialized out of nowhere. I tried to protest, but his stony visage kept my mouth shut. So, I dropped my gaze to my shoes until he addressed me again. Although I didn't feel his touch, his heat enveloped me. 

"I've been watching you. I saw you staring at those young black men. How can you be doing that? Has it been so long that you got to fantasize 'bout another black cock?" Kevin was speaking in a low whisper. 

To keep my mind focused and to keep from swaying on my heels I kept my legs together. I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt and even I could smell my arousal. 

"Answer me, has it been that long?" Kevin said in his commanding voice. 

I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I missed his cock; that with just a nod from him and I would drop down, here, beneath this sickly palm tree and take his semen like the sacred Eucharist. Good women, righteous women, didn't say things like that. Instead, I muttered something like "Yes". 

"You little whore." He said like praise. 

Kevin wrapped his arm around me so his forearm was just beneath my breasts. He pulled me close so I could feel his soft lips against my ear. He breathed lightly and his warm cinnamon breath brought me his thoughts. "I love that you're my whore. "

He squeezed me tightly. I felt his manhood press against me and just for a moment his hand cupped my left breast. I wasn't wearing a bra. He let out a long exhale and then said, "See, I love that you are a whore; an obedient whore; my obedient whore." 

After a moment, Kevin loosened his grip and I could feel him moving. It seemed like he was looking around, perhaps to make sure we weren't being watched. Because, without warning or preamble, he slipped his other hand down to my buttocks and massaged the left side of my ass. His hands are so big and strong. I didn't want the fabric between us. I needed his hands on me. I needed his breath in my lungs I needed is cock in my vagina and his semen in my womb. I was vaguely aware that I was pushing my ass into his hand. I didn't care how much he fondled my breasts. His touch was exquisite, a panacea to my aching flesh and it wiped away all of my history. I was nothing but an object for our pleasure. His pleasure would be mine. His exertions would be my benefit and his semen, my joy. He told me to look at the black boys. 

"Are they looking at you" Kevin asked. 

"Yes" I whispered. 

"They got hungry eyes don't they?" Kevin asked. He was cupping my breast and gently pulling my hardened nipple. 

"They want me" I said louder than before. 

Then my world shifted. 

I stood alone as Kevin walked toward the young black men. What was he doing? Did he know these guys? Were they his friends? I was tempted to run but my legs wouldn't move. My brain's command to run was lost in the morass of my base need for sex. About half way between the black youths and me, Kevin turned his head and said loudly, "come on, let's go look at some CDs." 

My first steps were unsteady but the apprehension melted with the breaking of my inertia. Kevin waited for me and when I came along side he slipped his arm around my waist. As we started to walk together he said in a voice meant only for me, "make sure to turn on the charm. I want these dawgs to see what I got." 

As we passed the group of young black men Kevin said "Lets go see if we can find some old school R and B. You know; that sexy stuff that you like so much." 

Kevin walked right through the throng. As I followed, I made sure to look each in the eye and flash my sexiest smile. The group had opened just enough for Kevin and I to press through. One of the youths made no secret of standing his ground so I was forced to rub against him as I passed. Instead of getting angry, I just looked up into his big youthful eyes and apologized. I was rewarded with a broad smile and an expression of pure delight. As we walked away my entire body was covered in gooseflesh.  

It was early so the music store was nearly empty. There were only two employees, one was obviously the manager and she was taking stock and filling out what looked like an order form. The lone store clerk was busy stocking the racks. After asking us if we needed any help and being told by Kevin that we were just looking, the pimply faced boy returned to his boxes. The Jazz and R & B section of the store was on the opposite side from where the employee was working. I was amazed when Kevin began searching through the CD cases. Did he really mean to shop? My back was to the entrance so I nearly screamed when a hand touched my back. I turned around to stare into the most delightful brown eyes. The young black man I had brushed up against was behind me pressing his lean, powerful body against mine. 

I turned to Kevin. I was about to say something when he put his index finger to his lips and said quietly "shhhhh". He looked up at the black man behind me and with a slight nod of approval my skirt was lifted above my ass. 

Two cool hands massaged my bare buttocks. At first his touch was light and had a careful gentleness to it but once he found my sex, everything changed. As he shoved a finger into my pussy I reached back for his hands. I was intent upon pushing him away, but just as I brought my hands up Kevin told me to stop. Stop was the only word he used. I knew there would be no argument. How could I? I was in a public place, dressed like a whore with one of my students. I couldn't let this happen. This man behind me must be one of Kevin's friends. He was breaking the rules. No one else could know about Kevin and I; no one. This was breaking the rules.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching. The store was empty. The store clerk was behind a rack of movies. I grabbed the stranger's black wrists. I couldn't let this happen. I tried to pry his hands from my ass. 

"Calm down. Didn't you learn anything? At the library no one knew who you were. They just saw you for what you were being at the time. It's the same here. He don't know you. You don't know him. I don't know him." Kevin said then paused and added darkly, "If you struggle and we get caught then everyone gonna know. Everyone will know that you were felt up by a black man in public. They'll know you liked it." 

Kevin paused again and then said with finality "put your hands on the rack and lift your ass."

I let go of the stranger. I leaned forward and put both my hands on the CD rack in front of me. Then, I slowly arched my back for the best canine mating position. 

Once again, the young black stranger palmed my ass. I felt the cool air invade the moist regions of my sex. I felt the smooth skin of his phallus between my lips. He grabbed my hips as he dipped his pelvis for the perfect angle. I was ready for mating. I needed my void filled, but I didn't even know this boy's name. 

His penis was entering me when, without turning around, I asked "What's your name?"

In a husky whisper he replied "What the fuck does it matter?"

"I just..." was all I got out because suddenly Kevin reached over and tapped the boy on the shoulder. 

"That's enough." Kevin said with a quick jab of his chin.

The boy stepped back away from me. I heard the rustling of clothes and a zipper being pulled up. I pulled my skirt down and tried not look terrified as I turned around. I was expecting to see the store clerk or manager but we were alone. The clerk was still muttering to himself as he stocked the shelves at the far end of the store. 

The black youth looked as surprised as I felt. He was staring at Kevin. Kevin was shaking his head as he stared at floor. Suddenly Kevin looked up and told the youth, "She said no. We can't be doing anything she doesn't want. You better go." 

The black youth grabbed his cock through pants and shook at me. "Ah fuck, what the hell you talking about? This bitch is dripping wet. She wants it and I got it to give to her." 

The youth grabbed my arm and said, "Turn your ass around." 

He let go of my arm and I turned toward the racks. I bent over until my breasts were resting on the rows of cold CD cases. 

"Yeah, that's it, just like you were before." The youth said with obvious delight. 

I heard the clang of the youth's belt buckle and the whine of his zipper. Just then, Kevin looked up from the floor. The stranger kicked my feet apart. He took a handful of my hair and shoved my head into the rack. I looked over at Kevin. He was staring at the boy behind me. Muscled, black hands roughly pushed my skirt to my waist. Something thick, smooth and rock hard pushed against my wetness. I didn't want to believe it was his penis. But with his hands clasped around my hips he jerked forward and we were joined. 

"This bitch is hot. See motherfucker. She took me to the balls. She needs my cock." The youth said in low thick voice. 

Kevin didn't move. Nothing that was happening to me seemed to register on him. The boy pulled back and again plunged himself fully into me. 

The young stranger held himself still as if savoring the moment and said "You like coming to this side of town, don't you bitch? You just love you some young black meat. You going to remember me. Oh yeah, bitch, you is definitely going to remember me. Now open that ass for me. You heard me, use your hands and open yourself up."

I took my hands off the shelf brackets and put them on my buttocks. I opened myself for him. I made it easier for him to mate with me. The singularity of the moment aroused me. I was nothing but a biological entity, rutting with a dominant male. I had never felt so thoroughly sexual. 

I heard the black youth. He was gloating, I heard him say, "That's it bitch. Look, at you sticking that ass up in the air. Fuck man, she's loving it." 

I was standing on my toes, my stomach was on the case below me. He was right, I loved it. My legs were beginning to quiver, I could hear only wind and though Kevin's stony expression was burned into my consciousness he became the sole pinpoint of my vision. Then even that began to slip away. 

"Excuse me what is going on here?" Someone said in a very loud voice that seemed to come from everywhere. 

My unknown lover pulled away from me making me suddenly empty. The void made my legs buckle. 

As I began to fall the voice said, "George, escort these people out of the store, now." 

Icy terror filled my spine. Suddenly everything was in sharp focus; I had to get out of the store. I had to run I couldn't let anyone know who I am; no one could know. Suddenly my Bliss was cold terror. I froze but Kevin did not, he turned around, put his hands up and calmly told George that his friend had accidently stepped on this guy's foot with her heel. 

Pointing at my heels, Kevin embellished the lie, "You know that any kind of pressure on that small of a surface area, well it hurt more than he could admit. He sure did yell though." 

I didn't see but I knew he was smiling as he finished his story. He then turned to me and made sure George heard him tell me to be more careful. The black youth had already left the store. Holding out his hand, Kevin lead me out. 

Just as we walked into the mall's main corridor I heard "What was going on George? Hey wait a minute, where are they?" 

As we were leaving the mall, Kevin suddenly stopped, turned on his heel and pulled me into the lobby of the movie theater. It was one of those discounted places where the tickets ran around three dollars. Except for the cashier and the ticket taker the place was deserted. He led me down the hallway to the last theatre on the right. It smelled like my basement in the summertime; cool but a little musty. They were starting a Spike Lee movie marathon. We walked into the middle of Do the Right thing. 

We sat in the back row and for a long time watched the movie. No one came into the theatre looking for us. It appeared that we had escaped any trouble in the CD store and now Kevin and I were alone. 

Without taking his eyes from the screen Kevin asked plainly, "Did you enjoy fucking that guy?"

I blurted out, "Kevin, we can't do this with your friends. Someone is going to find out. I can't get caught. Oh God I can't get caught. I can't, I can't."

I stared down at my lap and I started to sob. My skirt was high up on my thighs. The tops of my breasts were open for anyone to see, anyone at all. My vision blurred. I was in a vortex. Everything was in motion and about to crash. My home, my job and my family were leaves blown in the storm. 

I found myself whispering "Oh my God, what is going to happen to me" over and over until the storm calmed and I could hear more than the raging wind. 

I uncrossed my legs, put my feet beneath me and started to get up to leave. Kevin put his arm across my lap and stopped me. 

With an angry edge in his voice, Kevin said "He wasn't my friend. What makes you think I even knew him? I never saw that fucker before in my life. I'm not playing with you, I told him to stop and he did, but he was right. You love black cock. You were having the time of your life. Hell you slumped down like rag doll after he pulled that cock out. Fuck, through it all, you never complained. Not one word did you say; not one. Hell you could have yelled but you didn't; you could've pulled away, but, you didn't, hell, you could've just put your damn legs together. You didn't even do that."

I sat back in my seat. Kevin's hand caressed my thighs. Even in the darkness of the theatre his hands were a black shadow on my leg. I was lost to his touch. I looked into his eyes and heard the unbuckling of his belt and the slow whine of his zipper. I dropped my hand to his lap and found that he was hard for me. I stroked his length with my left hand. His foreskin rolled over the head of his glorious cock. Then, the head appeared like a promise when my hand travelled downward. 




Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 07



"You chose to fuck the dude. You bent over for him, hell you even pulled your self open so he could get better at you. You loved it didn't you?" Kevin asked through hissing gasps. 

"I love this." I replied truthfully, staring at his thick black cock. 

Kevin took my chin into his black hand so I was looking up into his eyes. He spoke to like a disappointed parent whose child couldn't understand her wrongdoing. He said, "I know you love my cock. But it's more than just my black cock. Don't forget, you and I got together cause you couldn't keep your hands off my stepdad. Now bitch, don't stop stroking my cock." 

I didn't realize I had stopped pumping his manhood. But his rebuke and even more, his scowl made me restart my ministrations. Kevin slid down in his seat and I knew what he needed me to do so I turned and crouched down on the dirty floor. My right hand cradled his testicles and my left worked his shaft.

Kevin began to sigh in rhythm with my movements. His eyes became slits as I stimulated his massive cock with my soft white hands. 

"You're a black cock whore aren't you?" Kevin hissed. 

"Yes, I am" I said calmly. 

"Then what were you thinking when that dude fucked you. Because that's exactly what he did. That cock of his was buried balls deep in your cunt. Balls deep and you didn't even flinch. Damn, you didn't even know his name; black is all you needed to know." Kevin said in a slow cadence. He put his hand on the back of my neck and guided my mouth to his glorious cock. 

I took him into my mouth and then licked his length, but I hadn't forgotten his question so I answered by saying, "I wasn't thinking. You seemed to want it. I wanted what you did. I was so afraid he was someone from school, maybe someone in one of your other classes who would know what I was." 

Kevin's eyes opened and he said, "He knows what you are. Hell we all know what you are. It's just that he can't get you into trouble."

I gave his cock a long lick then held it an inch or two from mouth. I stared at it and breathlessly confessed, "It's been too long without this. I miss it so much." It's so beautiful, strong and potent." 

A bright scene in the movie illuminated the theatre and suddenly I could see Kevin glaring down at me. He was angry, because once again I had stopped my worship of his manhood. I had been selfish and single minded. I couldn't withstand the fire from his eyes for very long. Then with averted eyes I said the truth. As a good woman I said it loudly, "You know me. I can trust you. I will do whatever you want. I'm your whore; I'm your slut."

Kevin pushed my mouth down over his cock. I understood his silent command. So I bobbed my head up and down over his lap. With each downward thrust I took more of his cock. After a few minutes I was able to go down until my nose pressed against his pubic bone. I ended each upstroke with a kiss and lick of the purple head. After a few minutes, Kevin arched his back and held my head. I didn't have his entire length in my mouth so I could feel him squirt his seed onto my awaiting tongue. I could taste his sweetness. I swallowed his warm, sweet nut. Some of his semen leaked out the sides of my mouth but with my finger and tongue I made sure I didn't waste a drop. Once Kevin was finished honoring me, I licked his cock and scrotum clean. 

"Stand up and turn around, I got to have some of that pussy." Kevin commanded as he made a twirling sign with his index finger. 

I stood before him and pulled up my skirt exposing my ass to this black youth who I had entrusted my future. As I bent over the seat in front of us, all of my anxiety disappeared like vapor. I reached for the arm rests below me and closed my eyes. In a moment Kevin's cock was in its rightful place. 

At first, Kevin seemed content in taking me with slow, easy thrusts. He held my hips as he slowly levered himself back and forth, the slow movements allowed me to savor every millimeter of his manhood. At any moment anyone could come into the theatre. At any moment anyone could find me fucking an eighteen year old black high school senior. A boy really, one that was half my age. 

I just didn't care about the danger; as long as he kept fucking me nothing else was important. A black potent phallus stimulating my hungry sex was all I needed, it was all I had and there was nothing else. Involuntarily my eyelids slid closed. Like a good bitch I arched my back and lifted my ass. My accommodating vagina took Kevin fully with each thrust. I was so wet, I was so ungodly wet. Nothing could keep me from fulfilling his needs. 

"You called it right" Kevin told me as his cock pushed slowly back and forth. "You said it right. You're my slut. Mine for the time allotted to me. Understand?" he asked with a slight slur. 

"Yes, I'm yours till you leave. I'll do whatever you want. I trust you. I'll do what you want." I said truthfully. 

He buried himself fully and crushed his groin into my ass. Holding himself perfectly still he asked me, "Did you like it when that guy fucked you?"

My answer flowed out of me like a held breath and I heard myself say, "Yes, I loved it. I felt so alive." 

"What made it feel so good?" Kevin prodded.

"It was sinful. A good woman doesn't let a total stranger put his penis inside her. Only her husband should do that." I said. 

Kevin must have known there was more because he leaned over my back. I felt the heat of his desire as he whispered, "He was more than just a stranger. He was a black stranger. He was black and you were fucking him where anyone could see you."

I didn't wait for him to finish, "I thought that was what you wanted. I was just doing what I thought..."

"What you thought I wanted you to do. You would have done it all wouldn't you? You'd have taken the fucking and you would have taken his nut." Kevin was bent at the waist over me, panting out the scenario of my impromptu mating. 

I turned to face him and we kissed deeply. Looking into his eyes I bared my soul as I confessed, "Whatever you want. I'll do it."

Kevin levered himself up and said, "Good, you said the words." His gaze moved to the row in front. I saw a shadow and looked up. Standing in the next row was an older black man. He was probably in his mid fifties. His clothes were shabby. He was bald on top and had a ring of graying hair that hung over his ears. His eyes and teeth were yellowed. He was hissing as he looked down at me. 

I froze. I was flooded with the same panic that had paralyzed me in the music store. This time, Kevin's voice was a beacon in the storm. "Help Tommy out" he said. 

The older black man took several steps closer, his hands fumbled at his waist. Suddenly his pants fell to the floor. My nostrils were full of the musty smell of an unclean, homeless man's crotch. His thick cock hung from a thatch of wiry gray hair. 

Kevin had his hand on the small of my back so I couldn't stand up. My face was inches from this older man's black cock. It was long, dark and uncircumcised. In the half life it looked like a wrinkled summer sausage. 

In an easy tone, Kevin said, "This is my buddy Tommy. He comes here some times when the weather's bad. He's a good man. He ain't busted a nut, hell since he been coming in here and sleeping all day." 

Then in a mocking nasally voice, Kevin told me to 'get Tommy off'. 

At that moment, just at the end of his command, Kevin withdrew himself from me and then rammed his manhood home. He slapped my ass hard as I reached out and grabbed the homeless black man's cock. It was bumpy and smelled like sweat. 

Kevin began to taunt me by saying, "this was my plan bitch, see how far you'd go. Tommy won't tell anyone, will ya Tommy?" 

Tommy answered by saying "No...No I'm not going to talk to anyone; damn Kevin she's gorgeous. Oh, look at those titties, they're so big; she is a fine one. Mighty fine, oh and she's doing my cock so good." 

I was slowly running my hand up and down his thick blackness. The loose skin traveled up and covered the meatus. Then as my hand traveled down his incredible length; the head appeared and stood proudly out against his gray pubes. 

Kevin praised me as he said, "That's it, that's it, you doing it right. You making both of us feel so good. Now you take care of my man. Tommy needs it too." 

My hand had stopped. So I rested my weight on my left elbow and with my right I pulled Tommy closer to me. I nuzzled and kissed the sagging skin below his phallus. I pushed his huge testicles around with my tongue. I could see his scrotum glisten in the flickering half light. He was dark, sweaty and unclean. 

"Damn you is one freaky bitch." Kevin said through a hiss. He knew what I needed. His thrusts were smooth and measured. Kevin's unerring rhythm was enough to usher in my release. But now, his familiar moves, Tommy's musk and the excitement of our imminent discovery coalesced into an orgasmic wave that was stronger and harder than any I had ever experienced. 

The movie's flickering light disappeared. I forgot the smoothness of the leather seat. I forgot about the weight on my elbow and the strain of my neck muscles. I was under the wave and powerless against it. My muscles went slack, I couldn't move. Darkness fluttered at the corners of my eyes and then I was gone. 

Slowly, the euphoria evaporated and I began to understand my situation. Awakening from sudden blackout, I found that I was practically upside down. I don't know how much time had passed; I was stretched over the seatback. I must have made quite a spectacle. My face was in the seat of the row in front of us and my bare ass was in the air. Kevin was holding my hips as he plunged in and out of me. I tried to right myself by planting my feet on the ground and pushing my chest up off the seat. But, Kevin's hand on the small of my back once again held me in place. 

Tommy cradled my cheeks. His big dark hands were gentle. He turned my head so once again my lips brushed against his scrotum. 

"Oh that's it girl. Kiss it, kiss my nuts." He said like a prayer. 

I was still trying to get up, my efforts brought my face farther into Tommy's crotch. Tommy's hands no longer gently compelled me to pleasure him. They held my face tightly between his thighs. His sagging scrotum rested on my lips. 

"That's it, lick my nuts lady." Tommy whispered. 

I parted my lips and let one of Tommy's big nuts fill my mouth. His skin was tangy and sweet. His gray pubes smelled like old cologne. 

Then he began to pull and tug on his phallus. It was a huge thing; uncircumcised, thick and formless like a link of sausage. 

"Ah that's it. That's it white bitch. I'm nutting all over your face; your pretty white fucking face. Now take it, take it all." Tommy said with a glare. 

I felt Tommy's scrotum tighten and just then his cock erupted. Semen spewed everywhere. Some landed on my cheek and neck but the majority was matted in my hair. 

"Oh God, that's good, that's real good dawg." Tommy said as he pumped the last couple of drops from the huge shaft. I continued to lick and nuzzle both of his heavy testicles until his grip changed and he was pushing me away from his sensitive organ. 

Kevin was still holding my hips and fucking me. Though he was not overly rough, he was relentless. I needed to get up and clean myself off, but there would be none of that until Kevin was finished with me. 

"Damn, bitch I thought you was having a spasm or something. I ain't never seen a bitch cum so hard. Fuck, you know you really love this shit. Damn. Look at you, half naked in a movie theatre, bent over a seat with a black cock in your pussy and fucking nut juice all over you." Kevin said in that sibilant voice that meant he was fighting the urge to climax. 

"This is what you want." I said in the same sort of hiss.

"Hell yeah; you're my whore. You proved it; You're mine just like the dollar bill in my pocket." He replied. His thrusts came more rapidly. As he continued his taunt me.

Then I agreed to something that I know I shouldn't have. I agreed to it because it was so far off, so very remote that I couldn't consider the ramifications from such a thing. I agreed to be marked. 

"Oh God I'll do it, just nut in me please. Please nut in me." I said like a whore pleading for her life. 

For the first time I realized that I had been rocking back and forth impaling myself on Kevin's thick manhood. I was acting like an animal. From my hips Kevin pulled me toward him. He stood hard and erect. I was deeply impaled on his cock as he blessed me with his liquid essence. He pumped me full of his seminal fluid. Then he reiterated his intentions as my womb soaked up his juice, "Your husband gonna ask you why. You tell him whatever you want. But, you know, just like we know, they is your badge of honor. 

Just then, he pulled out of me and stood back from me. I heard the clank of his belt and low whine of his zipper and I knew it was okay to stand up. Well, I tried to stand but my legs were rubber so instead I levered myself up and put my feet together. My thighs were slick. My muscles felt so used that I couldn't stand still. I was shaking like I had just run a marathon. 

Slowly, I pulled my skirt down over my bottom and pulled my jacket over me once again. The buttons on my top were gone. I'd have to hold it closed. I began to wipe the semen from my cheek when Kevin cleared his throat. He was staring at me like I would stare at a student who knew better. I did know better. I licked out of my hand the semen that I had so carelessly wiped off my face. 

I wasn't given time to gather my thoughts or establish my bearings on what was happening. As soon as I could stand without leaning, Kevin whisked me out of the theater. I heard Tommy ask when Kevin was bringing me back. Kevin only said "Soon enough" and we pushed through the doors. 

We passed a small crowd of black youths in the lobby waiting to get into a more popular movie. Several of the girls laughed as I passed. I heard the word "slut", when I looked back to see who said it all of the boys were staring at me. I'm sure I looked the whore. My hair had gobs of drying semen in it. My thighs were slick from my mating with Kevin. My vagina was leaking semen. Puddles fell as I strode through the movie complex and down the mall corridors. My clothes were wrinkled and I had to keep a hand on my top, otherwise without the buttons, it would have opened for everyone to see my bare sweaty breasts. 

There were a lot more people in the mall than when I had arrived. Through the food court I saw several older black women frowning at me. Since there was no school, there were a lot of teenagers milling around. Most of the boys stared at me. I even saw one or two of them pointing at me. I looked to Kevin for support; he grinned at me then looked ahead and pulled me forward. A group of boys on my right hooped as I passed. Kevin stopped and turned toward them. He reached into my top and squeezed my breast. Beneath the fabric of my top he fondled my breast in front of the boys. 

Kevin waited a few moments to let them soak in the spectacle. Then he said, "Look what you get when you stay in school." 

I heard a couple of them gasp and someone loudly said "Oh shit" then Kevin turned on his heel and we were outside. When we got to my car, I was too exhausted to drive. So, I automatically got into the passenger seat. Kevin was all smiles as he turned on the car and we drove out of the parking lot.

That's where my wife's letter stopped. Once again I perused the pictures and they confirmed everything. Looking closely, the first couple confirmed that she was shopping in a mall. There was another picture of her entering the CD store, followed by another of her bent over a rack, her skirt flipped over her waist and a thin black man fucking her from behind. The scene was framed so that the picture caught Joan bent over the rack, her bare breast resting on the CD cases. She was staring at the camera. It was obvious from her expression that she was enjoying herself. Her lover's head was outside the shot. 

From what I had read, the next picture must have been taken by Kevin. Joan was bent over a movie theatre seat. The picture was taken from above; the photographer was black and was fucking my wife doggy style. There was another black man in front of Joan. He was shabbily dressed most of him was outside the frame of the picture, but what I could see was a thatch of wiry gray pubic hair and my wife's tongue on his wet scrotum. Semen coated Joan's neck, cheek and back and there were gobs of it in her hair.

The last picture was of her leaving the mall. I was perplexed. Had she planned on getting a tattoo? I hate tattoos on women. I've always thought Joan hated them too; now, hell she was going to get one. What the hell was going on? A part of me, the rational part, began to take over. "You don't know what she's done yet. Go home and see." I thought about it and let the truth sink in and ameliorate my fears. For ten minutes or so I sat motionless at my desk just letting the absurdity of my predilections soak in. 

I was excited over my wife's new secret life. I was aroused over the mere thought of her taking a black man's semen into her fertile womb. My prim and proper wife, who had never even given oral sex to anyone before we met, was now sucking off total strangers in public places. She was a whore for her young black lover and this turned me on. But, and here is my hypocrisy; a tattoo, any tattoo angered me beyond words. Sitting there at my desk I asked myself why the prospect of a tattoo bothered me so much. I contemplated the question while staring at the picture of Joan leaving the mall. In that quiet, ten minutes at my desk, two things came to mind. 

First, a tattoo is permanent and omnipresent. It's always there, no matter the occasion, seeing the tattoo will immediately bring me back to how and why she got it. Joan isn't always a whore, hell, most of the time she's a loving mother and wife. A tattoo could be seen by our families and friends. Even a discreet one would invite unwanted questions and generate a lot of gossip. Our lives would be ruined. 

Second, the picture that was open in front of me; the one I had assumed was of Joan leaving the mall was something completely different. She was leaving a tattoo and body piercing shop. 

I packed my things and went home. The best way to control my anger was to just not think about Joan. So instead of wondering where she had the tattoo and what it was, I focused on the home projects I needed to finish. I still needed to finish the tiling in the basement and the upstairs bathroom needed a new faucet. I stopped at two home improvement stores on the way home. The first store had my faucet and the second had a better price on tile nippers. By the time I pulled into the driveway it was nearly eight o'clock. Being that late, normally Joan would have called me, but not today, today she must have had other things on her mind. 

I didn't open the garage. Instead, I pulled up into the driveway and walked around to the back of the house. The house was quiet. Joan's coat and bag were on the dining room table and the TV was on but the volume turned down. I went upstairs, our bedroom door was open and the shower was running. I couldn't have asked for a better scenario so I took a deep breath and walked into the room. I made sure to make plenty of noise. 

Immediately, Joan called out "Ed is that you?" She sounded a little startled but that was all, maybe she hadn't gone through with this marking thing after all. 

I told her that I'd just arrived. "I had to stop by the store to get the faucet and the nippers. I'm sorry I'm late." I Said with feigned fatigue. 

"That's okay." Joan said in a conciliatory tone. I got home late myself. 

I had to smile at that one. Joan had a knack for telling a lie and the truth all at the same time. 




Joan's Year Of Changes Ch. 07



"Oh really; what made you so late? I asked while trying not to sound too interested. 

I was still standing near the door. The bed was between me and the master bath. Without turning the water off or even drying herself, Joan walked naked into the bedroom. 

She looked like a cat stalking easy prey. Each step was perfectly placed; making her movement as arousing as her nakedness. She stopped a foot or so from the bed, put her hands on her shapely hips and with one foot extended toward me she smiled. There weren't any tattoos. Joan's flawless pale skin was unmarred by ink. 

"I was getting these" Joan purred. She ran her fingers across her flawless breasts to reveal a single shiny metal stud through each nipple. 

A tumble of questions filled my mouth, but Joan kept her silence as she walked around the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me. 

"I got them because Kevin wanted me to have them. I got them because while they're in, I'm a nasty black cock loving whore." Joan said proudly. 

With my hard cock in her fist Joan looked up into my eyes and continued to confess her intentions by saying, "While I'm wearing them, I can do anything, anything at all." 

Joan stopped to take my cock into her mouth. She swallowed my entire length and then pulled back and repeated this motion until I put my hand down and stopped her. 

"So this is your marking?" I asked not realizing that the question had given me away. 

"Yes and no. It's an emblem of our secret life." Joan whispered. 

"Our secret..." I began to ask.

"Yes ours, you love those emails don't you? Well I've got to live it to write about it." Joan said with a smile and then looked down to my cock and looked back up with a questioning look on her face. 

I simply said "I suppose you're right" and Joan took my length into her mouth. 

I understood the invitation so I bucked my hips and fucked Joan's face. When I came, it was the hardest climax of my life. After Joan licked my cock and balls clean she stood up and then bent over the side of the bed and recited her story as I fucked her. She told me how a stranger had fucker her in a music store and she had sucked off a homeless black man in a public theatre. She told me how the young black men stared at her as she walked with Kevin to the entrance of the mall. Before they left Kevin turned her around and told her to look at the floor. There were puddles of shiny semen making a trail to the door where they were standing. 

Joan continued to confess as I slowly thrust my cock in and out of her soaking pussy. She was whispering as she said, "I let Kevin drive. He knew exactly where to go. It was a small shop in an empty strip mall. Kevin walked up to the counter and laid down his ID and some money. The balding man behind the counter had a long pencil thin ponytail that hung to the back of his knees. Kevin said something and the man looked at me and just asked "is that what you want?" I nodded and followed both of them through a thick black curtain to a small room with a barber chair at its center and rows of cluttered shelves all around. 

While the man was putting some tongs, cotton swabs and some small bottles on a stainless steel tray, Kevin told me to take my top off. I did, and sat, topless in the chair. Without a word of warning the man turned around clamped my left nipple and pierced it. I didn't scream. Tears ran down my cheeks but I didn't scream. Then, the old man walked on the other side of me and pierced my right one. Oh my God it hurt. But the pain didn't last long and Kevin smiled at me and said that now I looked like I should. The old man laughed and waved us both out through the curtain. They've been sore to the touch ever since. So, Kevin took me back to the mall. 

He parked in the third row from the main entrance. I sucked his cock as people walked past the car. While I forgot my pain and loved Kevin's manhood he told me that the next time would be different. He means to share me with other black men. He intends to watch me fuck strangers. He is going to share me. Did you hear me Ed? Kevin wants your wife to fuck strange black men."

"Is that what you want" I asked slowly

After a long pause Joan whispered "if that's what Kevin wants...Yes"

I thrust hard into her and came. As the last of my semen spewed into her gaping cunt, all I could say was "Why didn't you fuck Tommy?"



Joan's Year Of Changes



That's when everything changed. 

Before I could turn and leave the table, Joan blurted out, "Kevin is Jim's step-son." 

I came back to my seat and just stared at Joan. 

Joan took a long breath and let the words float out on the exhale. "Kevin's a senior. He's 18; Believe me, I checked his records. You don't hear much about him. I think it's because, he's not been able to hold his grades up. A Few years ago he was held back a grade but that's all I know. 

My mind was blank. I tried to articulate my incredulity but nothing came. I couldn't speak so Joan spoke for me. 

She took a breath and unlike her previous disclosures, her words came slow and measured. "Jim and I were inside the house. It was getting dark outside and neither of us thought to close the drapes. No one was supposed to be home for another hour and a half. But Kevin came home early and saw us through the window. He must have taken the pictures with his phone. I didn't know he was there and I'm sure Jim didn't know." 

"Ok, Then he sent these pictures?" I asked, pointing at the table.  

Joan nodded. 

"Why would he send them here?"

"What do you think?" Joan asked through a deepening frown. 

I looked at one of the pictures. It was the one with Joan bent over the counter and Jim standing behind her. He was sweating and concentrating on the white woman beneath him. Joan was staring toward the camera. 

"If he is sending them here, then he wants one of two things. He wants you to stop seeing Jim. So he sent these here for me to find and then I would make you stop. But that's pretty risky, I mean, how would he know that I wouldn't say something to Jim? Then everything would be out in the open. Then again, maybe he's just mad and wants to get back at you." 

Joan stared at me as I puzzled over the situation; she didn't move and didn't show any emotion. When I went silent and looked up at her she flashed me an uneasy grin. 

"You're here. So you knew he was sending them. He told you." I said.

"Yeah he did." Joan replied and then fell silent. 

"Well, then he's not trying to get back at you or he wouldn't have told you anything. So, what you're saying is that you and Jim didn't know that Kevin had photographed your fuck session and then Kevin tells you he has pictures and...and he told you because he wanted something and you didn't give it to him. What did he want?" 

Joan leaned forward and with her manicured index finger audibly stabbed the picture of her on her knees worshipping Jim's black cock. It was the one where she had one hand wrapped around the base and the other was cupping his big black balls. In it she was licking the underside of his shaft while staring up into his eyes. 

Joan tapped her finger on the picture as she told me the rest of her story. "Jim and I had no idea that Kevin was outside. I suppose we should have been more careful but Kevin is never home that early. That night was the only exception. He's the one who locks down the weight room after the team is finished with the equipment. There was a power outage at the school. Evidently a truck took out a telephone pole down the street. Who would have figured? I mean the chances have to be one in a million. But none of that matters now. Kevin came home early, and, he must have seen us just before he opened the door.

When I left, I didn't see Kevin on my way to my car. He wasn't in the yard. I didn't think anything was amiss. I went home took a shower and talked to you on the phone before I went to bed."

I interrupted and asked "Was that the night we had phone sex?" 

Joan answered, "Yes it was and it was great wasn't it." 

I didn't say anything because it was great, but after finding out what precipitated it, how could I admit to that again?" 

Joan continued with her confession, "The next day, I didn't see Jim or Kevin.. I only know Kevin through my formal introduction to Jim. He's not in any of my classes."

I nodded my head and motioned for her to continue, she was enjoying this too much. I knew I should have been angry, no furious at her and I was angry but it wasn't enough. 

Joan continued to drone on about her classes that day. "Nothing unusual, the kids were as thick headed as normal but after my time with Jim, none of that stuff mattered. So I had a great day and when it was over, I went home. I didn't let myself feel guilty about not staying late. It was too nice of a day to worry about anything. When I got home, I watched some TV and just relaxed. 

The next day started out just as good. I got to work early and had my lessons sitting, ready on my desk. Class after class everything went fine until lunch. You know I've got the 'C' lunch duty. It's the late lunch but I have a free period just before it, so it feels like an extra long lunch break. I was just putting the last of my things into my desk drawer when someone knocked at the door. The door was open so I waved whoever it was to come on in. I was a little startled when I looked up and saw it was Kevin. Like I said he isn't in any of my classes. I asked how I could help him. He didn't answer me. He just stood next to my desk looking down at me in a peculiar kind of haughty way. I asked again if I could help him and he said, "Yeah, you see Miss King, there's something you ought to know. My Mom had to leave my real dad. He used to hit her. She left him, and her family to come here. I was little when we moved but I knew it was something she had to do. She's always worked hard, she said it was for me and I've never forgotten that. 

Jim's a good guy. With him around Mom don't have to work so hard. She still works weird times and is gone a lot but she don't come home so tired anymore. She used to go to bed in her work clothes. Now she works her forty and she's done. What can you do for me Miss King?" He was livid as he glared down at me like he was condemning me or something.

He put a piece of paper on my desk. I didn't see where it came from; I don't remember seeing his hands move. The paper was like these but I don't see it in any of these copies. I couldn't say anything. I just looked up at him. He put his finger in my face and told me to stay away from Jim. In fact I'll never forget his exact words, "Bitch I better never see you in or near my house again. You best tell Jim it was all a mistake and that you and him are through; if you don't I'm going to send these pictures to your husband, your church, your neighbors and to anyone else that cares about you. 

Joan stopped and I took advantage of the silence to ask the obvious, "So what did you tell him?"

Joan answered wide eyed, "I told him it was a terrible mistake. I said that I didn't mean to hurt him and his mother. I was sorry really sorry and that I would tell Jim that it was over and that I would never do such a thing again. I was practically pleading with him to forgive me but he just stared at me." 

I let the words "practically pleading with him to forgive me" roll around in my head" Joan hadn't pleaded any forgiveness from me. The hollow feeling this revelation made was quickly filled with the overwhelming desire to hear her story. 

Joan was still rattling off her conversation with Kevin, "He told me that I better be true to my word. I told him I would be and then, that haughty look of his changed. His lip curled a bit and he put his left hand on my desk. He leaned in close to me and said, "I understand why Jim did what he did. You're a whore behind the door." 

Joan looked incensed, "He called me a whore. I asked him not to talk to me like that, but he didn't listen. He just kept going on about how I dressed."

"What do you mean about how you dressed?" I asked. 

Joan swallowed and then said, "He said that I was always wearing the right clothes but that my skirt was just a little too short and my blouse was always just a little low. He said that I must enjoy the attention. I guess he thought he was complimenting me because he said that I was smart. If anyone tried to say that Ms. King was dressing inappropriately it sounded more like male teenage wishful thinking than reality. 

Kevin stood up straight and said he understood why Jim was taken in by me. He said Jim just needs to know that it was wrong. He then said, "You're going to tell him that, but how do you know it was wrong? I know you said so, but saying and knowing are two different things." Ed, you know what he did?"

I shook my head.

Joan dropped her gaze and shook her head disbelievingly as she said, "He grabbed his crotch and said that he was going to give me what I wanted."

"What did you do then?" I asked in a higher tone than I had planned. 

"I told him to get the hell out. I got up from my desk, and pointed out the door. That's when he told me that I'd be sorry, but I was so angry that I didn't care. That is until he left. I went into a panic as soon as he was gone. I didn't follow him out into the hall because I didn't want to be on camera. I mean what if he sent those pictures to you or Fr. Wilson, my parents, or one of the girls?" All of that stuff kept running through my head. I called Karen to cover lunch for me, then I tried to find Kevin, but I didn't see him anywhere. 

I didn't see him the next day or the next. I started to believe he was just bluffing. You and I had such a great weekend that I almost forgot about him. And then, this." Joan spread her hands out over the table top. 

"Yeah, and this." I said angrily.

Joan deflated a bit. But she seemed to understand her own stupidity. 

"So how did he tell you?" I asked through the sudden stillness.

Joan gave me a straight smile and said, "There was a brown envelope taped to my door."

"Oh my God, he put pictures in it?" I asked 

"No; there was only a piece of paper in it." Joan replied. 

I told her to let me see it so she got up to get it from her purse. She handed me a neatly folded note. On one side was typed. 

A bargain is a bargain. You didn't keep up your end so I don't have any choice but to do as I said. Your husband will be interested in what I left on your front porch. I'll talk to you about any remedy for this. 

I read it and then read it again. 

"As soon as I got it, I left. I could barely dial the phone for the office to tell them that I was really sick and I had to go home for the afternoon. You were already home when I got here." Joan said. She gave me a pitiful look and sat back in her chair. 

My temper boiled as I stared at the floor. A couple of hours ago, all I could think about was getting home so I could take a nap before Joan came home. I was going to take a fucking nap. Now, everything was wrong. 

I started to speak, the words came out in bursts. I honestly can't remember it all but I do remember saying, "Look at what the fuck you've done. Damn it Joan you've ruined our family and you've fucked with Jim's family. And all for what? For what?" 

I stood up and without thinking upended the kitchen table. The look in Joan's eyes bothered me but only for a moment. She should have been scared. No, no, she should have been terrified. The whole mess was her fault; all her damn fault. I punched a hole in the wall and then turned to Joan. She was cowering in the corner. There was stark terror in her eyes. I stood in front of her, my fists clenched. I couldn't hear anything but my own fury. I reached out for her but stopped. 

I hissed through my teeth and then yelled, "I got to get out of here." 

I left. I just got in the car and drove. I didn't take anything with me. I didn't want to stop and talk to anyone. So I didn't really go anywhere. I drove through our neighborhood and past my office. I drove by the elementary and high schools where the girls attended. I walked through the park where I had proposed to Joan and I drove by our first house. 

When I finally came home, it was two thirty in the morning. The house was lit up and Joan met me in the living room. Before I could say anything she told me that she was going to quit her job. Then, when I didn't respond, she said "I'll give you a quick divorce if you want one."

But I had other plans. 

After Joan sat down on the couch I said, "No, I don't want a divorce. You got this family into this mess and we're going to get it out. First, this Kevin thinks he's playing some kind of game. But, I'm not a high school kid. Let's see how he is going to act when he comes up against a man who doesn't think this is a game. As far your little affair is concerned we're keeping those pictures. I want you as my wife. From now on, I won't be denied. Do you understand?"

Joan nodded, then asked cautiously, "What are you planning Ed? Kevin's only eighteen, you're not going to hurt him, are you?" 

I explained my plan. It was simple; really, she would play along with Kevin and set a meeting with him. Then she would text me and I would show up and play the role of the angry violent husband. That would show him that he didn't want to play this game. 

Joan nodded; then reiterated my intentions by saying, "So, you want me to agree to meet with Kevin. Let you know where so you can show up to scare him."

"Yeah that's right." I said. 

"Do you think it will work?" she asked plainly. 

"Yes I do. He's a kid and he's fucking with a man and He'll see it's not a game."

It took some talking but Joan agreed to do it. 

That next day we both missed work so we could talk through the reasons for her affair. It was a dispassionate discussion about needs and time and lack of attention. I got a huge erection when she described their love making. She said that Jim held her firmly and without saying anything made her do what he wanted. He made her want to please him. She admitted to being at Jim's house only twice but having little meetings at the school. Most were in the office where they would kiss and neck like teenagers. Once she let him unbutton her top and fondle her bare breasts. She would have fucked him but a student knocked on the outer door to his office. 

After that episode in his office Jim came by her classroom more often. He talked to her in the halls between classes and he often walked her to her car. Joan warmed to the attention by wearing revealing outfits. I should've made her quit her job but the stories of her assignations with a large black man were too disarming. They were the stuff of my deepest fantasies. I found my self hoping to hear more. By the end of the day, I couldn't tell her to quit her job. 

Early on the second day, Joan sent me a text. She was meeting Kevin at 5:30 PM in the coach's office behind the gymnasium. Since Kevin was responsible for locking up the weight room he would be the last person to leave the gym. 

I met Joan after her last class so she could show me to the coach's office. The office sits at the intersection of two halls. With the lights out, Kevin would be able to see or hear anyone approaching from the gymnasium or the weight room. Joan unlocked the outside door so I could enter from the only blind side to the office. She went back to her office and I left until quarter after five. 

When I returned, the parking lot was empty. The hall was empty and dark. The office lights were on. Everything was ready for my performance. I walked up to the edge of the glass and stopped. Joan and Kevin were talking. 

He was saying in a deep smooth voice "I'm glad you came around. It would have been a messy business with getting these pictures out to everyone. This makes it easier on both of us. Besides, you'll like what I'm giving you."

Joan replied, "Let me see it." 

Kevin said, "Fuck that bitch; did you do what I told you?" 

"Yes", Joan said.

"Prove it. Pull that tiny little skirt up. Show me that you've been teaching your classes without any panties. 

I peered around the corner and saw Kevin sitting on a desk angled away from me. Joan was standing in front of him. She was slowly lifting the hem of her skirt. She never took her eyes off his. She stopped for just a moment. I could only see the side of her face but what I saw was half of a broad smile. 

Joan held the skirt bunched up in her fists. It was impossible to see if she was wearing panties. Kevin put his arms around her waist, lifted the skirt and planted his palms on her bare ass. They held that close embrace for several moments. I stood motionless and watched him manhandle my wife. I couldn't look away from it. He fondled her with the same surety and rightfulness as when I pet my dog. 

When he stepped back, Joan was breathing rapidly and looked flush. Standing in front of that black boy with her skirt around her waist; I could see her neatly trimmed pussy. Joan never trimmed her pubic hair; at least not for me. She looked over at the window and our eyes locked. 

She never told me about going to school without panties. She never told me that he had made any demands upon her at all. I edged away from the window and began to fume. Why did she trim her pussy like that? What the hell was going on? 

I heard Kevin say, "Damn! Now that's more like it. Now let me see those tits. 

I peered around the edge of the window and saw Joan unbuttoning her top. She then reached around and unfastened her bra. In a moment the bra was on the floor and she was standing in front of Kevin with her shirt open, and no panties. She only looked my way for a second before dropping to her knees. She wanted this to happen. The truth of it was in her eyes. I've never seen her so aroused. Perhaps she was hoping that I would stop her by charging into the office. That was the plan; not going without panties and waxing her pussy. 

I took a step down the hall and then leaned against the wall. I was only a few inches from the window but the angle kept me from being seen. I could hear them talking. 

"Damn, you are so hot, baby. You'll do just fine. From now on you and I are going to have a great time." Kevin said with a growl. 

In her best propitiating teacher voice, Joan tried to admonish her young black lover by saying, "Kevin we can't get caught doing this. You've got too much to lose. I've got too much to lose. If this gets out..." 

Kevin stopped her shrill pleading by saying, "I'm only going to say this once. You hear; only once! No one, not even your happy husband has to know about this. If he or your pretty daughters find out; it'll be because of you; not me. Understand me?" There was a long silence. Then Kevin commanded Joan to get into position. 

I pushed away from the wall and once again peered through the window. I was startled when Joan's open palms were suddenly planted on the glass. I took another step and I saw her face. She was looking down and seemingly concentrating on something. Then her head jerked forward and she almost hit the glass. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Then in the next moment she pushed back leaving her hands on the glass while her torso surged back and forth. Kevin was fucking her. 

"Now, bitch, say what you need to say. Tell me what I told you." Kevin commanded. He didn't sound like a high school senior. He sounded like a man who knew his woman's place. 

Joan closed her eyes as she said "I'll fuck you, Kevin; where ever you want, whenever you want and I'll be just the way you want me, but please we can't let anyone find out." 

Kevin slammed into her hard almost knocking her into the glass again. 

What did I tell you? Kevin growled. Then he continued in a low thick measured tone. "If you do as I say, when I say to do it then no one is going know. You do what you're told and in a year, the only thing I'll be is a shitty smile on your face. Now say it."

Joan's expression changed. She had a slight snarl on her lips and her eyes were half closed. "Fuck me, please fuck me Kevin. I want to be yours; I want to give myself to you. I'll do whatever you want. Just please make me do it. Make me yours all yours; from now and forever." 




Joan's Year Of Changes



I could hear Kevin chuckling. 

"Damn you're one freaky bitch Mrs. King. Don't you worry about getting enough cock. You're going to get plenty. Oh, you're so wet. Damn the thought of fucking me all the time is turning you on isn't it? I said, isn't it?

Joan lifted her face toward me, her gaze hardened as our eyes met and she said, "I love being bad. You make me feel so good, its so bad to feel like this. I'll do whatever you want. 

"Mrs. King, you on the pill?" Kevin said with a breathy grunt. 

I couldn't see him but I knew the reason for that question just as I knew the answer. 

"Oh my God Kevin, I'm Catholic." Joan cried out. 

"I don't give a shit about that. I'm bout to bust a nut. You on the pill?" Kevin asked as Joan's torso rocked faster and more violently. 

"No, don't come in me. Please Kevin I might get pregnant." Joan pleaded frantically. 

I couldn't see Kevin but I could see Joan. Her head snapped up and she looked out the glass,. He must have been pulling her hair. She was too lost in her own lust to see me. She was more aroused than I had ever seen. 

Joan stopped rocking back and forth. A black hand appeared on her right shoulder just as she bared her clenched teeth. 

Kevin yelled out "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yeah!" 

Joan's eyes widened. Her gaze locked with mine and her lips silently mouthed, "Oh my God!" 

Joan was pulled quickly from the window. 

I heard Kevin say, "Well you being Catholic means that I might be a daddy in nine months; But we ain't going to worry about that. You don't tell me no ever again; do you hear?" 

"I'll do whatever you want." Joan replied meekly. 

"Good; now you and I are going to get along." Kevin said with a hiss. 

I considered fulfilling the plan by walking in there and making him shut up. But, I wanted my wife to be his whore. I wanted to see it and hear it. So I stood there transfixed in the hallway till I heard Joan grunting. He must have started fucking her again, but this time, she wasn't at the window. 

I almost took a step toward the window and that view of my adulterous wife with her young, black lover, but, I didn't. I knew I had to leave; the risk of being seen was getting too great. So I quietly walked back down the hall and slowly closed the door; holding the latch so as not to disturb Kevin and Joan. I got in my car and drove straight home. 

I was sitting on the couch when Joan walked through the door. 

"How are you?" was my first question.

"I'm fine. No, I'm great. Did you have a good time?" Joan asked.

"Did you?" I countered.

Without a word, Joan lowered herself onto her knees. She pulled my cock out and began to pull on it. 

"You've cum already haven't you? Joan teased.

Nodding my head seemed to change something in Joan. She had been holding my cock licking and rubbing it softly against her cheek but suddenly her grip tightened around my shaft and she pumped it vigorously. Without any prodding she told me her story.

"When I asked Kevin to meet; he insisted that I not wear panties. It's a good thing I did. Right before lunch, after the last kid left, Kevin came in and lifted my skirt. He touched me like I belonged to him. He touched me down there and told me that he was 'pleased'. Outside the cafeteria he touched me again. Ed, I've been so bad, I met him early."

I was close to coming so I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it so my cock popped out of her mouth. She looked up at me. 

"You're not on the pill; why did you let him cum inside you?" I hissed 

"Because he wanted to." Joan answered. 

She slithered a hand up to my shaft, wrapped he warm fingers around it and pumped. 

"What else did he want?" I asked almost breathlessly. 

"He told me go home. Get down on my knees and love your cock. He said that from now on, that I can't say no to you. He wants you to be happy." I shot a load of semen into her hair. It was my fourth of the night but this time I did it with a smile on my face.