****** Mary Deanna's Anniversary Fuck - Episode 2 by Joe the Cuckold ******
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Mary Deanna's Anniversary Fuck - Episode 2


Author's Note:

This episode essentially covers a lot of the same facts as in Episode 1,
however, it is seen from Mary Deanna's view and is definitely HER story.
This is the second in a planned series of descriptions of sexual activities of
my wife and I. They are not Disney, but are real "True Life Adventures"
nonetheless and to paraphrase the old Dragnet show...the facts are true only
the names have been changed to protect the Not-So-Innocent! As the author I
would be interested in hearing from readers regarding their reaction to this or
any of the subsequent stories in the series. Direct any comments or suggestions
to me at my E-Mail addresses of: j_cuckold@mailexcite.com or
j_cuckold@hotmail.com


Part One - Homecoming

As we drove home... I was freezing. The cum on my body wasn't warm anymore and
offered no protection from the cold. Unbeknownst to me, like my husband, I was
thinking of what Robert had in store for me and him. I knew I had acted like a
cheap, brazen, slut and whore and was so embarrassed and humiliated that I was
sure my marriage was over, regardless of what professions of love and
assurances my husband, Joe, made. I was sure I had fucked myself into a
divorce.

When we arrived home to our empty house. I just went into the bedroom and took
a shower, not caring that I was naked as I walked up the front steps and waited
for my husband to open the door for me. At that point in time I could care less
who saw me naked, although no one did. After showering I went to bed and my
hubby didn't even try to fuck me as I expected. This was added proof I figured,
of the end of my happy home life. At that time I cried myself to sleep with my
Joe lying there next to me awake listening to me cry.

That morning when I awoke it was almost noon and the house was empty. My hubby
was at work and I was at sea with my emotions and feelings. To be perfectly
honest, I had really enjoyed the fucking I had been given. I had never expected
sex could be so good! My pussy was sore and I limped when I walked. I had never
had it more than once in my married life and here I had been screwed in all of
my holes several times each. Loving every one of them too I might add! But part
of me recoiled at what I had done and was mortified to think that in a while I
was going to have to look my hubby in the face. I thought how can I do this? I
had been unfaithful to him and Robert had cuckolded him. My husband was a
CUCKOLD! I fell down and cried again at the thought. 15 years of marriage and I
had cuckolded him.

Then the phone rang and it was Robert. I wanted to hang up on him but something
wouldn't let me. He just phoned to remind me of our "date" on Saturday and told
me not to be late. I told him I would be there as I had promised. Knowing as I
said it, I was certainly sounding the death knell of my marriage. I felt cheap
and dirty and went up to take another bath. I took two more that afternoon
before Joe came home. When I heard his car in the drive and my heart leaped
into my throat. Here it was... the showdown. High Noon at 1717 Country Club
Drive.

Joe walked in with a wry smile on his face when he looked at me and just said
"Hi, honey what's for dinner?"

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and acted like nothing was wrong, but there was
a look in his eyes that he couldn't hide. I wilted inside. I wanted to die,
just curl up and die! He didn't say anything about last night, but when he saw
the new ring on my finger I knew he was thinking about it. And I knew it wasn't
good. Eventually, I worked up the courage and told him I wanted to discuss last
night. He said he didn't want to yet. He just wanted to read the paper and then
listen to the news on the TV. I said I did and he ignored me. I got mad and
ripped the paper from his hands throwing it around the room and screamed at him
I did want to talk about it, "RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" That got his attention and he
said, "OK, lets talk."

I asked him if he loved me, looking for reassurance. He smiled what I knew to
be a sincere smile when he said he did. I asked him what he thought of what
happened last night. He told me that it was the most exciting thing he ever
witnessed and that he loved every minute of it. This I knew to be a lie from
the look in his eyes. But I didn't challenge it.

He said, "Honey you gave me what I had been fantasizing about for 10 years. I
love you for it and I am so very very proud of you for... for doing what was so
much against your principles and morals. If I ever had any doubts of your love
for me, which I never had, last night would have destroyed them forever."

Then he dropped the other shoe.

"I am grateful for what you gave me and now that I have had my fantasy
fulfilled we can now return to our normal lives. I don't want you to see Robert
anymore!"

I thanked him for his love and gratitude, but I protested that I had to go out
with Robert on Saturday. I promised him. I told Joe I had promised Robert when
we were standing by his car just before he left that I would meet him on
Saturday. Joe objected that it was unnecessary to honor a promise like that. I
said I have to go and I played upon his sense of honor telling him that the
promise I had given Robert was upon my wedding vows. That got to him. I saw
fear in his eyes and surrender in the droop of his shoulders. All the while I
was telling Joe why I had to meet Robert, I was telling myself I was crazy just
fucking crazy to do it and I was asking myself why I was going, too. Knowing
that it was seriously jeopardizing my now quite fragile marriage, even with
Joe's talk of returning to normalcy. I realized I knew why I was GOING to see
Robert. I loved his Excellent Black Cock fucking me silly!

The rest of the evening was strained and we tried valiantly not to show the
tension between us. But the kids knew something was wrong. Friday, and Joe was
of to work as usual. After sending the kids off to school I was home alone. I
was grateful I didn't have to go to work yesterday or today. There was no way I
could hide from anyone the fact that Robert and I had... had done it. There is
just something that signals everyone when a man and a woman have fucked each
other. Especially if the relationship is new, like ours was. Our relationship?
I wondered what it would be. I was as sure there would be one as I was of my
own name. Apparently Robert was too because he called me at home shortly after
8 am. His call was short and to the point. He reminded me of our date the next
night, told me where to be and when to be there and what I had to wear (I
already knew, the same thing as on my 15th Anniversary). He also told me things
he wanted me to do today and tomorrow before I met him. I just answered him in
monosyllabic yesses and noes.

Then he asked, "You do want to see me again don't you Deanna?

(Mary Deanna is my given name but I go by Deanna to most everyone. Only my
husband and my mother call me Mary Deanna.)

I told him coldly, "No. I don't want to see you again."

"But you will won't you Deanna?" he queried.

Meekly I said, "Yes."

"And why is that Deanna? Why are you going to meet me if you don't want to? I
have never threatened you to make you meet me have I?

"No," I replied.

"Then why are you going to meet me?"

For several minutes I was silent, not wanting to tell him what I am sure he
already knew.

"I'm waiting Deanna," he said.

"I want your black cock. I need your black cock" I finally blurted out.
Embarassed by what I had just said and consumed with fires of guilt raging in
me for what I had just said, what I had done with him on my Anniversary and
what I wanted to do with him right now. What made it worse was knowing full
well that if I saw him on Saturday, the likelihood of my marriage lasting to
see Sunday was slim to none.

"I will see you at 7 PM, sharp. That is if you really want what I have to give
you? Don't be late!"

I was sick to my stomach. I ran into the bath and vomited violently. With my
face hanging in the stool and vomit in my mouth I thought, "Deanna girl, you're
a fucking mess!"

Friday night was still strained but not so bad as Thursday had been. At least
the children weren't there to see us and feel the tension. Our two oldest had
gone to the Friday night football game and our baby, only 10, had gone to the
movie with her best friend. Joe and I were alone.

"Mary Deanna, I want to talk to you," Joe said.

I looked up from the book I was trying to read in which I had only made two
paragraphs in the last hour.

"Yes, Darling?" I answered, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Did Robert call you today?"

"How the hell did he know that?" I thought. I told him had. The discussion then
centered on my husband again thanking me for what I had done for him, but it
was over and he didn't want me to go with Robert on Saturday. It was the same
argument we had had on Thursday and I ended it the same way, by playing on his
ironclad sense of honor.

His final words rung in my ears as he walked out of the room, "Mary Deanna, I
am begging you. Don't go!"


Part Two - Joe's Torment

But I knew I was going. I slept on the couch that night, not feeling I had any
right to sleep in my marriage bed. The kids thought I had just fallen asleep
waiting for them to come home, which I had. But I remained there after they
went to their rooms. I slept fitfully Friday just as I had on Thursday... with
dreams (nightmares?) of long thick black cocks invading my body and filling my
holes with their cum jism and sperm 'til I was awash in a sea of white creamy
fluids.

I awoke and found myself soaked in sweat and lying on the couch with the afghan
kicked off and my nightgown on the floor. I was totally naked and both of my
hands were between my legs. I felt a warm slick mess there and was aghast to
realize I had masturbated myself to what must have been multiple orgasms in my
sleep while I dreamed of black cock. Ashamed of myself I took a shower in the
utility bath in the laundry room. The hot water felt good on my body... there
was still a bit of stiffness in my legs and lower back from the positions I had
been in two days ago. As the water coursed over me I began to touch myself as I
soaped my body down... Big mistake!

I was instantly hot with thoughts of Robert's beautiful cock fucking my pussy
and filling it with cum. I was in a reverie of mental fucking when I felt
strong hands caressing my body... passionate lips kissing mine... a probing
tongue entering my mouth. I threw my arms around my lover and pressed my soapy
body to his... my full tits flattening against his hairy chest... my soapy
mound pinning his hard erect phallus against his pubic bones. My eyes were
clinched tightly shut...I wanted that big hard cock in me...

"Fuck me... give it to me... now," I gasped.

I was lifted from my feet and laid on the floor of the bath... he maneuvered
between my legs and I felt the head of his cock slide into my hungry cunt.

"Oh yes, fuck me, baby... give me that thing," I begged.

He glided into me and his hands grabbed my ass and he lifted me to him. I
arched my back to make it easier for his cock to penetrate my depths. He thrust
quickly, rapidly even, his cock filling me with pleasure... his hands moving to
my stomach and onto my tits as I kept my back arched my ass several inches off
the floor as his cock nailed my pussy with a increased fury. His thumb centered
on my clit rubbing it and making it hyper stimulated I was in ecstasy... I was
cumming steadily... my juices flowing like a river from my pussy, my nipples
pinched between his firm fingers... I couldn't believe how good his fucking me
felt. It was wonderful... so truly pleasurable as wave after wave of orgasm
racked my body only making me thrust my hips to meet his cock thrusting into
me.

"I love you Mary Deanna"... broke through my reverie and I opened my eyes to
see Joe between my legs with a look of pure delight on his face as he gave me
the best fucking of our marriage. A fucking that had caused me to cum
repeatedly while his cock had pounded my hot wet cunt!

"I love you too, Joe," I murmured.

He started to say something but I put my fingers to his lips and said, "Don't
talk. Just fuck!"

He renewed his hard cock assault upon my sopping love canal and I again closed
my eyes just enjoying the feeling of sexual excitement and the building of
another orgasm... it was wonderful... As the intensity of my climax built I
began bucking my hips harder and harder against the downward ramming of his
cock. I felt myself again go over the edge as his cock and thumb brought me to
a new height of sexual release... I could feel my already dripping pussy gush
with another river of my cum...

"OH YES," I screamed! "Fuck me Robert!"

World War III broke out right there on my ass!

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" Joe yelled.

With that he slapped my face hard, stunning me with a brain blinding flash. Joe
had never hit me, never laid a hand on me in anger before in 15 years, and now
he had hit me, nearly ripping my head off.

"YOU COCKSUCKING NIGGER'S SLUT! All the time I thought I was a causing you to
orgasm you were just thinking about that Black Bastard's Cock fucking you!" Joe
furiously screamed at me.

Joe's cock once so magnificently engorged with blood as it pounded into my
puffy cunt lips, had instantly shrunken to insignificance. His balls shriveled
up into their sack and couldn't be seen. But the rage on his face was
frightening. I wondered if I was ever going to make it up off of the floor
alive. If the proverbial "looks could kill" ever applied, it did right then and
there. Joe's face was contorted with pain, humiliation, and a murderously
maniacal look. He knelt there between my spread thighs as my cum still poured
out of my open and now empty cunthole. His hands clenched and unclenched, as he
poured forth an invective of hate.

"COCKSUCKING, CUM SLURPING, SLUT CUNT, WHITE BITCH NIGGER'S WHORE!"

And those were the nice things he yelled at me. I prayed the noise wouldn't
wake the children and cause them to investigate. I couldn't bear to have them
see and hear their father degrading me so violently with words.

He reached out and grabbed me by the neck and squeezed, I tried to resist but I
couldn't, didn't have the strength. I felt myself losing consciousness. I
remember my last thought was... he has killed me!

I awoke with the sun in my eyes, still lying naked on the floor in the utility
bath. It was almost 8 am and I could hear the kids moving around upstairs.

I said out loud, "Well he didn't kill me I see."

Saturday morning was busy with the children and their sporting activities,
soccer, morning after football practice. Joe was nowhere to be found. His car
was missing, and the kids asked for him... I told them he was... out. I spent
the afternoon in my room thinking about the coming night. I bathed and prepared
my clothes. Not much to get ready in that department. One linen coat, one pair
of silver sandal pumps, one pair of black thigh high nylons. I put on my make
up and was ready by 6 PM. Per Robert's instructions I sat in my room, wearing
the nylons and pumps. No coat. Just my jewelry - wedding and engagement rings,
anniversary ring, diamond ear studs. And oh yes, the black velvet choker with
cameo. Around 6:30 I heard his car pull up in the drive. I felt my stomach knot
up in fear. Was he coming to finish what he had started earlier? I panicked...
not knowing what to do... I locked the door and I started to dial 911, but I
was so nervous I kept dropping the damn phone!

"Mary Deanna... open the door," he said after finding it locked.

His voice sounded normal, composed... should I, I thought? I put down the phone
and walked over to the door and unlocked it and stood back, not knowing if I
was going to die or...? Joe walked in slowly, a sheepish look on his face, hurt
in his eyes, a droop to his once proud shoulders, a droop that would last for a
long time.

"I, I, I, I'm sorry," he stammered. I am so sorry, Mary Deanna. Please, please
forgive me." Then he was on his knees, tears streaming from his eyes, his face
again contorted but this time with remorse and shame from memory of how he had
struck me. My heart melted. I walked over to him and held his head against my
stomach, my breasts just resting on the top of his head. Joe cried for 10
minutes, holding on to me tightly, his hands digging into my ass cheeks. He
begged me not to go see Robert. Pleaded mightily, offering his soul to stop me.
I had never seen him so worn down and so broken in spirit.

At 6:45 I told him I had to go and pushed him away, then put on my coat. I led
him by the hand downstairs and out to my car, a vintage 1964 1/2 red Mustang
convertible, fully restored. It wasn't really convertible weather, but I had my
instructions. I opened the door and sat down starting the engine. As it warmed
up, Joe looked at me with his pleading eyes, that were saying, "Don't go." I
put the car in gear and Joe grabbed my left hand. We both looked at each other
then to my hand. His fingers were wrapped around mine covering them completely.
Completely that is, except for the gap where the diamonds on my wedding and
engagement rings forced his fingers apart.

A rueful look came over my face and I said, "will you be here when I come
home?"

"Yes," he softly whispered. "The children still need me."

I accelerated away and the last thing I heard was... "Mary Deanna... please
don't."


Part Three - Monday at Work

I was dreading Monday and work, having to face Robert there after the events of
the past few days. I prayed I could conceal from everyone there our new
relationship. A forlorn hope I was to come to learn, but I still had it. At
least work wouldn't be the freezer my home was when I returned Sunday at
midnight. Joe was asleep in our bed and I went in. He woke up looked at me and
then rolled over and didn't say a word. I knew then my marriage was as dead as
my Great Aunt Grace who died in 1953. I cried as I gathered up my nightgown and
robe and went to bed on the couch.

In the morning, I was up long before the kids, and had breakfast on when Joe
came down. He asked me why I didn't come home Sunday morning like I said I
would?

I looked at him and just told him flatly, "I wanted to fuck some more."

He stared at me for a minute, me not knowing what was running through his mind
behind those tortured eyes. Then he simply nodded and left for work. As he left
I asked him what he told the children when I wasn't home Sunday for church (we
always go to mass at 8 AM)? He said I told them you were staying with friends.
It was my turn to nod and he was gone. I wondered if I would be allowed in the
house when I returned from work?

The kids came down and were happy to see me saying, "We missed you, mom where
did you go?" I just told them I had visited with some friends and steered the
talk to school and such. I had no desire for them to further question my
weekend activities. I kissed and hugged them all and sent them off to school,
feeling relief but wondering if I would ever see them again? I gathered up my
things and left the house with mixed feelings. Was all of this worth what was
happening to my marriage? Was Robert's black Cock and the fucking he gave me
with it, worth all of this? The wetness I felt between my legs told me It may
not be worth it, but it was definitely something I needed!

I parked my car in my usual place and sat there, not going in. I was as nervous
as a whore in church on Easter morning! My stomach was churning. But I didn't
have butterflies flitting around in there. Nary a one! They were all hiding
from the B-52's whizzing around! I walked over to the employer's door, stood
there with my hand on the knob. Do I want to go in.? I didn't! I spun on my
heels and started to walk away, thinking I would quit and never see Robert
again. Then reality caught hold. My marriage is over, Joe is going to kick my
cheating slut ass out, today I'll bet. I will have to support myself so I NEED
this job. I returned to the door, steeled myself for the eventual confrontation
and entered. I placed my stuff in my desk, hung my coat on the rack and started
working. My friend Sheron, who as later events would prove was my VERY BEST
FRIEND, asked me if I was OK, as I seemed upset. I didn't lie as I said my
stomach was not well. An understatement!

For the next two hours I worked with my head on a swivel, looking frantically
for Robert. I wanted to see him before he saw me! Robert is a claims adjuster
and doesn't work in my office but comes through frequently. I took a break and
met Sheron in the coffee room. We were sitting and I was chatting nervously,
when Robert came up behind me and said, "Hello Sheron, Mrs. Benton."

I jumped in my seat, surprised by his voice. I turned and mumbled something,
and as I did Robert walked by and laid his hand on my shoulder, giving a
slight, and hopefully unnoticed by Sheron, squeeze.

He walked on saying, "Nice to see you ladies, Sheron, Mrs. Benton"

Sheron looked at me with an incredulous look on her face.

"Deanna Benton! You and Robert?"

I turned a hot red as my face gave me away. I lowered my eyes and nodded. She
reached out and touched my hand. She said we have to talk girl and said meet me
for lunch. I nodded silently and was grateful for her obvious affection. At
that time several others entered and made private talk impossible. I returned
to my work and worked busily til noon, gathered my things and met Sheron at her
car. She drove as I was in no condition to.


Part Four - Sheron Learns it All

We went to a restaurant that had secluded tables and she just said, "Spit it
out girl!"

I didn't know how to begin. Sheron said, "I know it's hard. I KNOW what you are
going through. Let me help you."

I stared at her, with the implication of what she had just said going through
my mind.

"You. You and Robert. Too?" I stammered.

She nodded yes and said, "Robert has been fucking me for two years. I was his
first conquest after he started working here. Now, tell me how it happened."

I let it all gush out telling her how my husband had fantasized about me
fucking another man and then learning his real fantasy was me fucking a black
man, and what I did to set it up. She found it interesting to hear me tell of
it. Making me give all the details I related the story:

Two weeks before my anniversary Robert again hit on me, asking me to go out to
dinner with him. I started to refuse him, but Joe's fantasy flashed to mind and
I thought Robert would do it. I know it. I told him ok, when? He said how about
tonight, giving me a quizzical look, wondering why after two years and many
refusals I was agreeing so readily? I told him I would tell my hubby I was
going out with some girlfriends and would be late. After he walked off with a
smile on his face I wondered why I did that? But, I then picked up the phone
and called Joe at work and told him the lie.

I met Robert in the parking lot by my car. He said he had always admired my car
and said he'd drive. Taking my keys we got in and he drove off sedately, the
wind blowing in our hair. He told me he was pleased I had agreed to have dinner
with him but he didn't know why, just now, when I had refused him for so long.
I found myself, unable to say why, but just stared at this tall very good-
looking black man. Robert is about 6' 4", and about 210 pounds. His shoulders
are broad and he is about ten years younger than I. Close cropped hair, a bushy
mustache, impeccably dressed, and politely mannered.

"You want something. Don't you?" he said.

His eyes bored into my soul. I was embarrassed. If eyes are windows to the soul
then mine must have been like sliding glass doors. How did he know? Was he
omniscient?

I looked down then, worked up my courage and told him, "I want... I want... I
want you t-to. I want you to fuck me. There I said it!" I blurted out in a
rush.

He looked at me with those black eyes.

"Perfect," he smiled. "But what would cause a very prim and proper Southern
lady such as yourself, to want to have a lowly nigger like me fuck her?" he
queried.

I was embarrassed. I turned red, mortified was more the word. I told him he
wasn't a "nigger." He interrupted me and said that is unimportant. I want to
know why Mrs. Benton, you want me to fuck you?"

I noticed we were driving around town, apparently not going anywhere
particular. I also saw people staring at us. I told him I had my reasons and if
he wasn't interested to get out and I'd go home. He indicated he was interested
alright. That was why he had been hitting on me. He wanted to fuck me alright.
Very much so. He turned on to the old highway and went to an old motel out of
town and stopped at the end unit. He walked to the door and looked at me still
sitting in the car. I told him I didn't want him to do it tonight, but on the
7th. Saying we would talk it over inside, he opened the door and entered the
room leaving the door open. I sat there for a minute or two thinking is this
right? Is this what I want to do? Do I love my husband?

I closed the door behind me and saw him sitting in a chair. The only chair in
the room. I looked around at the interior of the room, a room I was to become
very familiar with. Nothing special. It was clean, weird patterned drapes on
the window, brown carpet, queen sized bed, bath with door, TV, nice new TV, wet
bar.

Robert motioned for me to sit on the bed and told me, "Now, why, Mrs. Benton,
do you want me to fuck you? Be truthful. Its always best for everyone
involved," he intoned.

I was impressed by his casual and very restrained manner. I had half expected
to have to fight him off once I came inside. I stood there wondering what he
was going to think and told him of Joe's fantasy. He nodded and said it was a
common one among white men, wanting to see black men fuck their wives as they
watch. He asked me if I thought Joe wanted to suck his cock either before or
afterwards, another common thread. I said I had no clue of that, Joe was
clearly not gay or even Bi. He asked me exactly what I wanted from him and I
told him: Fuck me in all of my holes for Joe to watch. Use me as his sexual
plaything and give me the thorough fucking I know Joe wants me to have. Robert
asked if I wanted it videotaped or photographed. I told him I hadn't even
thought of that. He said he had, and Joe would want it. He said it will take
some choreography to set up the action... kinda like a script. We'd need to
rehearse some.

I said, "WHOA there! If you think I am going to fuck you in advance of my
anniversary we'd better quit now."

Robert intoned, "What you want will require advance planning and set up. We
will have to practice the camera angles and a lot of other stuff. From what you
told me you have never had your ass fucked and you do not like to suck cock.
The first is easy to fix... the second... now to suck cock takes skill and the
only way you get that is by sucking one. I think I can teach you enough in
about five sessions to get by on the "BIG DAY!"

Listening to him speak I realized he was right and I would have to go along
with it like it or not. I said OK and what exactly do I have to do? But I made
it very very clear I did not want, nor would I go along with any penetration of
my vagina or anus before my husband witnessed it. Robert agreed, but with one
proviso. Dildos don't count!

And he also said, "One other thing, Mrs. Benton. I never use condoms."

I considered his statement and simply said, "No condoms."

"Why are you doing this?" He inquired. "I know this is repulsive to you. I can
see it in your eyes and on your face."

I stood there some long minutes and finally replied, "I love him."

It was answer Robert understood.

"Take off your clothes Mrs. Benton," he ordered. We need to get moving on this,
we only have two weeks and you need special tutoring."

My mouth gaped open, when I heard him say take off your clothes, as casually as
if he was ordering a glass of tea at a restaurant. He saw the look on my face
and knew what was on my mind.

"Mrs. Benton, I want you to understand one thing. I am not ever going to FORCE
you to do ANYTHING you really do not want to do. What you do with me you do
because you really WANT to do it. It's as simple as that. Now, Mrs. Benton,
sooner or later you will have to let me see you naked. The sooner you do, the
easier it will be to prepare for the rest of what you want me to do," he spoke.

I thought on the logic of his statement and had to agree, but I was not
prepared to do it right now. My mind resisted.

"You want to make your hubby's fantasy come true don't you?" He inquired. I
nodded yes.

"To do that you'll have to take off your clothes. If you want to fulfill that
fantasy then, take off your clothes," he explained again.

I was convinced by his logic and my body reacted... I could feel a tingling
deep in my insides, as a thought formed in my mind. In a few minutes at the
latest, I will be standing naked before only the second man who had seen me
sans clothes. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it from my skirt. I started to
kick off my shoes but didn't. I reached around and unzipped my skirt and let it
fall to the floor. I was undressing quickly, not trying to be sexy. Just
efficient. I figured I had about 30 seconds of courage left in me and if it was
going to get done, then I had better do it now. I tugged my slip off over my
head, after removing my blouse. I stood there in my bra and panties... white if
you need to know... my pumps and thigh high nylons, the kind with elastic at
the top that stay up without a garter belt. I saw his approving gaze and knew I
had to go for the gusto or chicken out right here. I turned around and undid my
bra... it unhooked from the front and let it fall from my shoulders. Then I
quickly skinned off my panties.

I heard him murmur, "Nice ass."

Taking a big gulp of air and really screwing up my courage, I turned around to
face him. It took all of my remaining courage not to make one of those silly
"September Morn" poses trying to hide my nakedness by covering by breasts and
pubic mound. I stood there before him as he was seated in the chair five feet
away. Totally Naked. Staring him in the eyes.

His nostrils flared as he gazed at my naked body for what seemed like years,
but was only a few seconds.

"Very nice Mrs. Benton. VERY nice indeed," he commented with a smile spreading
across his face. "You have lovely breasts... WE, you and I, must refer to them
as TITS. And just look at that hirsute pussy... combined with a great pair of
legs and a hot ass... my oh my! Lovely... yes, yes, just fucking lovely you are
Mrs. Benton. I am certainly going to enjoy fucking you!"

I was embarrassed, mortified, I cringed inside every time he used a vulgarism
to refer to my body. Joe referred to my breasts as tits and even my pubic mound
as my bush and my vagina as pussy. But he was my husband of nearly 15 years. He
had the right to be a little crude. But this man... none. But, as I stood there
exposed to his lustful glare and heard him speak his crude and descriptive
language, a tingling that had begun earlier was now a fire. A small one but
nonetheless, a fire in my loins.

"You look very good in red Mrs. Benton," he said smilingly.

I wondered what he meant. I was feeling hot... very hot and did not know why.

"You are blushing all over, Mrs. Benton. I find that attractive in a white
woman, and you are quite a woman. Your husband is very lucky to be able to bed
you anytime he wishes. But he doesn't does he? Bed you anytime he wants? You
only let him fuck you when you want it. Don't you? Well, by the time I am
finished, you will be wanting it... a lot."

How can this man know my secrets?

"You are really going to have to get used to me seeing you naked. So why don't
you just walk around and describe what you see in here while I undress. I had
started to do as he said...funny how he says something and I do it. I whirled
around in fear and backed to a wall.

He saw my reaction to his statement, and reassuringly said, "Remember Mrs.
Benton, you will never be forced to do anything you really do not want to do. I
am only going to help you learn what it is you want to do."

He finished undressing and my eyes were drawn to his penis. I didn't want to
look but I had to, I couldn't help not looking. It was not hard but it was
still bigger, significantly bigger than my husband Joe's. He knew where my eyes
were riveted and held himself up in his hand for me to see.

"This is a cock Mrs. Benton. My cock, with which you will become very well
acquainted and if I am not mistaken, will come to want more than anything in
the world." He smiled wickedly, as he spoke. "Look at it. Isn't it beautiful?
All black and semi-ready. Wouldn't you love to hold it to stroke it, to feel it
as it comes to life?"

I had to agree, it was everything and more of what he said. My fire was growing
rapidly. I could feel the heat between my thighs grow. I did want to touch
it... feel his cock grow, and harden as he thought about what he wanted to do
with it. To Me!

"You want to touch it, then do it," he exclaimed! He sat down on the edge of
the bed and his cock was now at rigid attention, pointing toward the ceiling.
Its blackness was awesome. Coal black... dark as the night and hard.

I moved over to him and knelt on the floor before him. He spread his legs and I
closed in a few more inches closer.

"Look at it Mrs. Benton"... he was only calling me Mrs. Benton... why... he
knew my name? "Look at it. Think about how it will feel in your hand... long,
thick, rigid with life coursing through it. It just makes you want to touch it
doesn't it?"

It did. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to touch him. I felt my
loins burning with desire. I wanted his cock. I felt an old familiar wetness
between my thighs. My body began shaking with the first waves of my climax. My
God I thought he has made me cum without even me touching myself between my
legs! What kind of man is this?

I reached out with my hand.

"No not that hand. Your left hand. Only use your left hand Mrs. Benton," he
directed.

My left hand took hold of his member, my fingers just barely reaching around. I
looked at my hand on his big phallus, I felt his life blood pumping through it.
I began to stroke slowly... to pump it up and down. My fingers caressing the
purplish helmeted head, scraping the sensitive underside of the head.

"I see you like my cock Mrs. Benton. You must or you wouldn't be cumming like
you are!" he said gently. I am pleased you like it because it also means you
want to suck it. Don't you? You've always wanted to suck cock haven't you? But
most of all you've wanted to suck a black one. Think about it Mrs. Benton. Be
brutally honest with yourself. Isn't this true?"

I could only nod my head in agreement. I didn't know why but I did want to suck
his cock. I knew it was also true I had always wanted to suck a black one.

"There is nothing here that will hurt you Mrs. Benton. Kiss the head of my
cock. Feel the head penetrate your lips. Feel the helmet pass between your
teeth... Suck on the head, wrap your lips around my cock Mrs. Benton," he
monotoned gently. "Isn't the head in your mouth wonderful? Swirl your tongue
around the head. Take a little more into your mouth. Let your tongue glide
along its length. A hard cock in your mouth is good. You love it don't you?"

I did as he said and it was as he said. It felt wonderful and I did love it as
I licked and sucked and swirled my tongue around his cock. I tried to get as
much of it into me as I could. I choked as it touched the back of my mouth, my
gag reflex kicking in. I stroked him with my left hand as I bobbed my head up
and down on his cock, my tongue swirling around the head, my mouth slavering
over his cockhead, covering it with my saliva. I worked on his cock for what
seemed like was an hour and I felt his scrotum tighten in my hands as I rolled
his balls with my fingers. Without further warning his cock spewed forth a hot
stream of gooey white liquid with a forcefulness that took me aback. I gagged
as the load of jism splashed against the back of my mouth and the entrance to
my throat. I pulled my head from his cock and received four more explosions of
his cum in my face, up my nostrils, in my eyes and even my hair.

"Uggghhh," I cried, tasting the slimy seminal fluid for my first time. Not
liking it at all! Cum flowed out of the head of his cock running down the side
of his shaft over my hand, coating my wedding rings on the 3rd finger in a
layer of sperm! I looked up at him with cum dribbling form my mouth on to my
chin and then onto my tits. My face was covered in cum, jism and sperm.

"Mrs. Benton, you are beautiful. You're going to make a lovely cock Sucker!"
Robert beamed.

I was amazed at myself. I had just stripped myself naked in front of him, then
played with his cock and then sucked him off, letting him cum in my mouth and
on my face. I had never let my husband Joe cum in my mouth or on my face and I
had only tried sucking his cock a couple of times... it was as nasty as I had
thought. What was happening to me... my mind raced like a car at Indianapolis.
I had done all of this and he hadn't even laid a hand on me yet and to top it
off. I had cum just thinking about sucking his cock!!!!!

Now, per his instructions, I was laying on the bed with my legs spread and he
was on his knees with his face 6" from my pussy and he was talking about
honesty and never cheating on my husband! He told me that if I was to always
tell my Joe about every time I let anyone fuck me or at least to have him
present when they did it to me. He said that way you are honest and open about
your love of fucking. Of course, at that particular moment I wasn't thinking
about how much I loved to fuck. I was trying to get over my mortification at
having Robert closely inspecting my pussy. Why was I doing this I thought? How
can this man have this power over me? He says it, I do it! Then Robert said
that if I was to put on a good show for Joe, I would have to get used to being
fucked in my ass too and he thought my tight little asshole would need some
attention. He told me to raise my spread legs and grab my ankles, pulling them
to my chest. This raised by ass and presented my brownie to him. He took a tube
of KY jelly and spread it over my ass crack and liberally lubed up my asshole.

"What are you going to do?" I asked him through my embarrassment.

He told me he was going to fuck my ass, but not with his phallus, but with
this, and he held up a long fairly thick black dildo with a handle on the end.

"Oh, no!" I squealed. "You're not going to shove that up my ass!"

Robert patiently went through the routine of asking me what I really wanted and
in the end... my end got it. He placed the slicked up end of that latex cock at
the opening of my ass and gently applied pressure. My tight little brownie
resisted mightily but after he told me to relax and think of my end goal, it
loosened up. As the sphincter relaxed, the head of the fake cock penetrated my
virgin asshole and was soon buried about 1/3d in me. It was very tight and it
hurt. I whimpered and cried in pain. I was told to think about my upcoming
anniversary and how much Joe was going to like my present to him. The harder I
concentrated on that, the less it hurt and soon Robert had the black latex cock
fully ensconced in my ass and was sliding it slowly in and out. Fucking me
slowly.

I kept thinking how does he do it? He has not laid a hand on me! And look at me
doing this!!! What would Joe think of his prim and proper wife if he could see
me now? I began to feel the cock gliding in my bunghole to be less frightening,
to even start to feel good! In short order Robert began talking about how good
it must feel and he intoned in a monotone way about it for several minutes, and
in that time my body reacted unexpectedly. The fire in my groin had sparked to
life again and I was warm, then hot, then burning up as he fucked my ass. I
felt my juices begin to flow and Robert murmured his pleasure in seeing the
black dildo glisten with my moisture. From that point it was only a few seconds
before I was in the throes of a strong orgasm as my unbelieving mind recorded
the fact that I was cumming while my ass was fucked by a piece of plastic!!! My
moans were music to Robert's ears and his pleasure was clearly evident on his
face. He was enjoying the shit out of this.

As I lay there, Robert was providing me with instructions on how to overcome my
prudish nature: from now on out NEVER wear panties or bra outside of your home,
preferably not even there; go naked at home whenever you can; when in public,
unfasten an extra couple of buttons on your blouses. Let men see those pretty
tits of yours; wear shorter skirts...show more leg; start thinking and using
explicit language, your vagina is now a pussy or cunt or snatch or twat or fuck
hole, your breasts are tits or knockers or melons or jugs, your buttocks is
your ass. He told me a long list of terminology and insisted I use it in
talking to him.

"Now Mrs. Benton," he said with a pleased look on his face, "we are going to
prime that pretty pink pussy of yours for my cock." I worried what he had meant
by that...? Robert removed the dildo from my ass and greased it up again with
the KY Jelly. I laid there still in my ass fucking position and thought to
myself... that wasn't so bad. Could've been worse. He might not have used the
jelly! Robert aimed the black latex cockhead on my slit and slid it up and
down, exerting slight pressure on my puffy pussy lips. I knew I wanted it in me
but the prim and proper wife I had been a few minutes ago, had it only been two
hours?... recoiled with the thought of it fucking my cunt. Cunt... damn! The
man is persuasive... now he has me talking dirty while I think! The head
pressed home and it the cockhead impaled my cuntlips, entering my love canal.
The slot behind the slit. It was big. Bigger than anything I had up in me
before, except my children when they were born. It felt full, and filling,
stretching my pussy walls and labia. The hood over my clit was stretched and
made contact with my clit, stimulating it. He was enjoying fucking my pussy
with this black rubber cock and again he intoned for me to this about how good
it felt moving in me. Damn! The man is magician, a spell binder. Because it did
feel good. VERY GOOD! I was cumming again! and my body shook with the wave
after wave of orgasm and climax.

As I drove home, I reviewed the events of the evening: I had let Robert talk me
out of my clothes, into stroking and sucking his cock 'til he came in my mouth
and on my face, let him ass and cunt fuck me with a big black dildo, start
thinking and using in my normal conversation nasty and explicit talk. Not to
mention, I had climaxed at least five times, maybe more in the past three
hours, and still, even now, he had not put a hand on me. There still had been
no skin to skin contact. The closest thing was when I had sucked his cock. He
wiped the cum from the dildo and tasted my juices. The guy was a spellbinder!
And to top it all of, the son-of-a-bitch got off without buying me dinner!

For the next week every day after work I would meet Robert at his motel room
and upon arrival I would automatically strip naked and await his arrival. He
and I would then go over the planned events of the fast approaching
anniversary. We choreographed the camera angles, made sure I had enough film
and videotapes, brought my husband's camcorder and 35mm SLR camera to the room
and thoroughly discussed all possible reactions my husband Joe might have when
confronted with what we had done. We made plans accordingly and on the big day
I was to prepare myself for the nights activities at the motel room as Robert
and I checked the plans one final time. We also "practiced" sucking cock. I
would give Robert a blow job every day twice or three times an evening. He said
it was only fair. He was giving me what I wanted, which was to please my
husband. It was only right I give him something he wanted...to tide him over
until "the moment of truth as it were"...namely a blow job, besides being a
novice cocksucker like I was, I needed the practice!

The week of my anniversary I took off as vacation. This was good because I had
a very difficult time hiding my emotions and I didn't want anyone including my
best friend Sheron to know what I had been up to. If I had been at work I am
sure someone would have seen the tension between Robert and I and put two and
two together. A side benefit was it gave me plenty of time to prepare for my
first out of marriage fucking. I was looking forward to it and was dreading it
at the same time. I felt like I was two different persons caught up in one
body. Of course, I was!

By the time October 7 rolled around I had become quite comfortable being naked
in Robert's presence and I had even learned to like sucking his cock! Will
wonders never cease? When I woke up that morning I had butterflies and B-52's
in my stomach again. I was nervous. I hoped my children and husband didn't
notice. I had arranged for my kids to go to their grandparents after school so
the house would be empty for my husband and I to party in upon our return from
dinner. At least that was the story I told my parents when I asked them to take
the kids. Joe went to work and I made sure everything was ready at home. By
noon I had worked myself up into a frenzy. What the hell was I doing? Was I
some kind of a nut? Was I crazy? What was this going to do to my marriage? I
had no answers. I only knew one thing. I was afraid.

I went to the motel by a round-about route as usual. Robert was there when I
arrived at 3 PM. I had brought everything I needed for the night. I would leave
from here to meet Joe at his work at 7:00. I would get ready at the motel,
bathe, apply my makeup, and dress, all in the presence of Robert, my soon to be
new lover. As I did so he kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to go through
with it. We had gone over this ground before and I assured him I did. He told
me again and again over the past two weeks that I could back out at any time. I
told him I wanted to do it. I can tell you now, that I was very indecisive... I
was afraid but my body overpowered my mind and made me do what I, what Robert
and I had prepared.

Just before I left to meet Joe, Robert stopped me at the door and told me to
open it, which I did, and step through it to the walkway under the porch
overhang. Again I did. Robert told me one more time that I did not have to go
through with it. I had one more chance to call it off. I told him I was not
going to do that. I had made up my mind. I told him I had come so far in so
short a time. I was not going to chicken out. Of course, this is what I was
telling him. Trying to act much more assured and confident than I was. In
reality my knees were jello and I was unsure as hell.

"Mary Deanna Benton, I want you to understand something. When you return and
come back through this door, you will be naked. When you cross the threshold it
will be too late to stop. There will be no stopping me then. Do you understand?
It will have gone too far. I won't stop. If you enter this room again. Clothed
or naked as planned, I am going to fuck you. Neither you or your husband Joe,
will stop me. If he likes the idea or not. If necessary, I will beat his ass
and rape you! When you come in here... in all of your holes... your lovely ruby
lipped mouth, your tight round ass and your hot married, white mother and wife
Cunt... YOU WILL BE FUCKED!!!"

"I understand, Robert," I said and left.

The entire time I drove to Joe's work and during dinner I kept hearing those
words over and over and over... You will be fucked!

Sheron had listened to the events unfold with rapt attention, not saying a
word, just nodding her head as if to say, "go on girlfriend."

I continued on, indicating that brought us to dinner and I was trying heartily
to not act nervous. Robert had wanted me to flash the Maitre 'D and any other
patrons or employees I could. During dinner, unknown to Joe... I had unbuttoned
the linen coat I was wearing and allowed the patron on the backside of Joe to
see I was naked from the waist done. I was so excited I was sure Joe would
notice. I just tried to keep a sweet look and smile on my face. Apparently I
was successful, he never noticed or said anything until I told him later. I had
the chance and when I came back from the ladies room I opened my coat and
flashed the Maitre 'D and the wine steward. Both had amazed but happy smiles on
their faces when I did that. They both came to the table and I was afraid they
were going to say something to Joe about what I had just done, but they both
just smiled at me and the steward poured more wine. The Maitre 'D mentioned to
Joe something along the lines of, "Your wife is dressed beautifully, "Cest
Manifique!" As he did he smiled at me and I blushed profusely. Joe just took
the compliment as it was ostensibly intended, oblivious to the undercurrent.

I had Joe drive us to the motel, still unaware of what I had arranged for him.
Once there I got out of the car and quasi-hid in the shadows while I unbuttoned
my linen coat. Then I told him I was going to give him his Anniversary present
and threw off my coat, stepping into the moonlight. Joe's breath was taken away
when he saw me standing there totally naked save for my high heels and nylons
and jewelry. I asked him if he wanted his gift and naturally he said yes,
clearly expecting he was going to be screwing me shortly. I then cautioned him
and made him promise on our wedding vows, that once we entered the room he was
not to interfere, or try to stop what was about to take place. He was confused
but he promised and I moved to the door, opening it and waited a second,
knowing full well this was the decisive moment. I could still back out, call it
off. I knew my marriage would not ever, ever be the same once I stepped across
that threshold. Robert's words rung loudly in my brain... "YOU WILL BE
FUCKED!!!!"

I looked at my husband, asked him if he was coming, then stepped through the
door. The rest as we say is history. Robert came out on cue and began fondling
me, then he forced me to my knees and made me suck his cock in front of Joe. He
really did a number on me though. He rammed his whole cock down my throat and
face fucked me, cumming in my mouth and throat. He came so much he almost
drowned me! When he was finished I had cum all over my face, in my eyes and
ears, in my hair, dribbling down onto my tits, all over my hands. I looked at
my cum covered hands. My engagement, wedding and anniversary rings were
dripping with Robert's cum and jism. The rings Joe had put on my fingers
himself 15 years ago and tonight too. Before Robert came in on cue I had had
Joe strip too. I didn't want him to be dressed while I and Robert were naked
and fucking. I couldn't believe it, I looked at Joe standing naked with a king
size hard on. I knew he liked what he had just seen and more was to cum! I had
wondered about it while I was sucking off Robert's cock. I had looked at Joe a
time or two but couldn't read his expression, it must've not been too bad as he
was busy shutter bugging taking pics of me sucking cock. Anyway, I got up and
went to him, kissed him and gave him a big gob of Robert's cum, depositing it
right into his mouth. I also rubbed my cum covered tits on his chest.

Joe said he loved me, but I saw something in his eyes I was unsure of. I
wondered how he was really handling this? Robert wanted me back and I pressed
my body against him and we kissed a lot. He felt me up and fingered my pussy. I
was so hot he made me cum several times just standing there being French kissed
and having my pussy and clit manipulated. I was weak kneed and laid on the bed
and spread my legs for Robert. A practiced move like most everything else we
had done and were going to do, so the video camera we had set up could get good
shots of the action. I was quite comfortable with the "show" so far and when I
laid on the bed... I could honestly say I really was enjoying myself and wanted
Robert to fuck me. First he ate my pussy like it had never been eaten before
and again I climaxed... several times.

It was at this point that Robert indicated he was ready to fuck me. I had Joe
come over to us and made him ask Robert to fuck me. He actually did it! I was
astounded!! Robert said he would but I really doubted it until I heard Joe say
the words. Robert and Joe had taken an instant dislike for each other and it is
a significant sign of how much Joe wanted this to happen, for him to literally
ask Robert to fuck me. And Robert DID fuck me. Without wasting anytime I was
being fucked hard fast and deep and I asked Joe if this was what he had dreamed
about. Joe said it was and professed love for me, but I could see something
behind his eyes wasn't right. Robert fucked me in the ass then again in my
pussy and shot loads of cum in both. I was in heaven. I had no idea how good a
really good fuck was! Until now. I loved every bit of it and every inch of
Robert's beautiful black cock. I couldn't get enough of it.

We were laying there and Robert was still in me and I happened to look at my
husband Joe. I thought there is my husband. He has just seen his wife of 15
years get fucked in her mouth, ass and cunt. He is standing there, Naked... I
saw cum dripping from his cock and saw a large satin on the floor near him. I
realized he must have cum heavily for that much to puddle. He is really turned
on about this. My husband gave his wife to this black stud to fuck! And fuck me
he did. So very, very well. I knew I had to have more... tonight. I looked at
Robert and then back to Joe and back to Robert and back to Joe. A weird totally
far out, and very unconventional thought sprang to the forefront of my
consciousness. Looking at Joe, I thought, Joe is my husband, and Robert, this
gorgeous hunk of black stud... so snuggly tight with his cock buried deep in my
cunt soaking in our combined juices and cum... is... is my man. And I am his
Woman! I am Joe's wife, but I am Robert's Woman!!!

I tried to express this thought to Joe and make him understand how it was. I
loved Joe. I truly, truly loved Joe. He was the father of my children. I was
his wife, his very loving wife. Hadn't I just proved that? Proved that by
allowing Robert to fuck me in all of my virgin holes while he watched and
photographed and even videotaped me? Hadn't I? I saw Joe wasn't buying into it.
He said he was, but the look in his eyes was clear disbelief. Now Robert, he
did buy into it and he did believe it. I had also proven that to him too. I had
proven to both of them with the same acts, but one was accepting it, the other
wasn't. I then really really knew my married life was in for some very rocky
ground.

I didn't bore Sheron with vibrant descriptions of my sexual ecstasies. She
knew! I could tell in her eyes she knew. I did tell her how Robert and Joe had
had a minor struggle fighting over me and that I knew Robert had let Joe win
the point. I even was able to get Joe to thank Robert for fucking me!!! But
Robert won the round by making me promise to meet him on Saturday and spend the
night with him, without Joe. Sheron's eyes really raised at that! I told her of
the ride home and going to bed unfucked by Joe. The first time on any of our
anniversaries he didn't fuck me! I related the scene when he came home and of
our strained relationship and trying to appear normal to the kids. She wanted
to know about Saturday! I told her quickly I had spent not only Saturday night
but all day Sunday and most of Sunday night 'til midnight with Robert without
coming home after I left on Saturday. She was impressed with my description of
the fucking in the utility bath and the subsequent scene when Joe literally
slapped me silly. That got her attention. I told her I am sure my marriage is
over. I have fucked myself into the divorce courts. Joe will never forgive me.

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