My Husband Paul, Cucked, and My Bitch - 2

Paul, my Cuck, and Bitch (2)

When I closed the door that evening, it made a change for both of our lives. He was now happy with me because he had talked me his wife into fucking another man. I knew he wanted it to go well beyond John. My husband was never an aggressive man or rugged type of guy. He was gentle and kind in our lovemaking and never gave me an argument in our time together, and I had been happy with him. But from the beginning, asking me to do this did bothered me. My experience with John showed me things not seen before from Paul. Which I never guessed before. His wish for me to fuck another man upset me because I knew what kind of wife he wanted me to be. He just never said it.

But out of my willingness to have sex with John, this increased my desire for that continued sexual intimacy with John. It showed Paul that any misgivings and nervousness about it I once had as gone. I am now more receptive to a change in our sexual relationship. After our first fuck date arranged by Paul, I was looking forward to every Saturday to be with John at our house. Paul saw that in me. This encouraged him more to jerk his cock throughout the week, and of course, multiple times when John and I were together.

At night I could hear him breathing hard while jerking it when laying next to me in bed. Thinking I was asleep and hearing him mumble dirty words about me. From my spying on him in the shower grunting from stroking himself, saying things like” fuck that white slut’s pussy”. Also, Paul was now going through my soiled panties, which would contain his dried cum. Which I would find doing the laundry, with them sometimes they were still wet in my clothes hamper. Looking back, things he did began a change in me towards him. Little by little, I was becoming more distant from him and more firm towards him in our communication together.

When the weekend with John would get here, Paul became perverted. He even would encourage me to conduct myself in a certain degrading manner for John. Causing his cock to become hard and making sure I knew it (like a little bitch). But I must admit I got wet thinking about some of what he wanted from me when with John. Several turned him on, giving me some ideas myself. When John arrived, I thought of Paul as less of a man, more like an inexperienced boy. Paying him little attention most of the time. I would say things about Paul in front of John to humiliate and shame him during sex that it turned me on. My purpose, I wanted to show Paul I was no longer his, and he was no longer my lover and but just disgusted with him. I had not expected from my husband something that happened while John was here, and after having a good time together, I asked him to stay through the weekend until Sunday evening, giving us a long time to fuck.

Of course, our bed would now be off limits until then to my husband, with John filling in more ways than one now since he and I sleeping in the same bed together. Thinking about it now, I know my first time really being stern was when I said to Paul. “You! are going to have to sleep on the couch tonight, Paul, understand?" and he without hesitation replied, “yes Mary,” so willingly. I thought “Shit," he didn’t even question it. I fully expected him to at least think for a moment or two before even answering, but he seemed so quick to do as I asked. I know he had to see the surprised look on my face I gave him since he was going to be this fucking easy about giving away his place in our bed. I felt hurt he had not given me any as semblance he was my husband but just rolled over and played dead to my demand. It might sound funny, but that’s how I felt.

He was now just a “Cucked” husband with no longer regrets from me about how he had made me feel now towards him. That day forward I was fully in charge and our marriage was never the same or me towards him. At thirty-eight, I had not been with many men since I married young, but now, being freed by my own weak husband, I was going to fully experience many new things. More changes took place quickly and how I went about it dealing with Paul and you will find out if you keep reading from my story, which began with my lunch break and my second boyfriend.

It was Monday after a great weekend with John and I had arrived for work getting there a little before six thirty am. I had a meeting with one of our hospital vendors that morning and he had showed up to my office just before seven am and I had never seen this man before. His name was Fred, and he was a black man, a little heavyset, but he had a very outgoing and super personality. We hit it off immediately and discussed our business, laughing and enjoying each other’s company, and found we had things in common as well. It seems we had the same taste in music, food and he is a wine drinker like me. I really had such a good time talking with Fred and I felt so at ease with him, so comfortable this, of course, stirred in me sexual thoughts.

I decided I was going to flirt with him and see if he would be receptive to my advances. Well, I did flirt, and he flirted back as I hoped he would and that it got me wet between my legs wanting him badly, however I could not take the chance in my office. It was then I asked Fred if he would like to meet me at a motel down the road at 11 o'clock. Telling him I could get away for about two hours. He agreed, and I asked him for his cell phone number to call and let him know what room I would be in. I also asked him if there would be any problems if my husband was there. He gave me a look, but I told him my husband would be there only to watch, explaining I was free to have sex with anyone I wanted to. He just smiled for a moment and said it would be all right with him and he would wait for my call.

Fuck, I was very excited, saying “Great, "see you at eleven” then and gave him a big smile and then we just had to embrace and kiss. Our tongues met while his hand went between my legs and he rubbed my pussy, with me squirming. But I knew I had to stop before it got the best of me as I separated myself from that wonderful hand of his. Shit, it felt good. We said our goodbyes, and he left my office with me, happy knowing I was going to have some great fun for lunch. I really got so fuck-en hot when he touched me and wanted to suck his cock right there, but I knew if he showed it to me, I could not control myself and someone might come in or see me through the window. Returning to my desk, I tried to do some work but not getting very far because I could not stop thinking about Fred. I sure was thinking of sex a lot and now going to fuck a man I didn’t really even know.

These last several weeks with John, along with my subservient husband’s fantasy for me to fuck another man like a rabbit. I guess created an even higher sexual side of myself than I had before where now it was on my mind most of the time. I don’t know what caused it really, but maybe, just maybe, it’s because of the hurt I felt and some anger towards Paul. Would you say revenge? But also as I have aged and after having k i d s I've gotten a little heavier and felt less attractive about myself to towards other men. I mean I have a little tummy and my ass is not exactly small, but after fucking John with his desire for me every weekend and seeing Fred finding my flirtations attractive those inferior feelings, I felt in the past were very much gone bolstering my self image along with a very flirtatious attitude now towards men.

It was after eight o'clock by the time he left, and I couldn’t seem to get much work done. And needing to talk about it, I pulled out my cell phone and gave my husband Paul a call at work and when I spoke with him; I explained my plan and asked him if he would get away for his lunch hour. It was then Paul told me he couldn’t, that he had something to do, and it was not possible for him to show up, and asked me if I could put it off until another day. I told him “No”, I told you it would be when and where I wanted it to be”. Paul was subdued not giving me any problem at all on the phone but I wouldn’t care if he did, he truly had become my weak Cuck. It was then I told him goodbye and hung up the phone on him, knowing he was not happy about what my plans were for lunch and he would not be there, but I no longer cared what Paul wanted, anyway. I was free now from my cucked husband’s cock or anything else sexual he wanted from me.

But again, I had actually warned Paul about the consequences of what he was asking me to do before this whole thing started. The more I thought of that, I said to myself, “Who gives a damn if that little bitch is not there? I'm gonna have a good time with Fred and I don't care”. The next few hours dragged on while thinking about what I had planned for lunch had my panties wet and I actually had to masterbate to make it until then, hoping no one would come into my office while I was doing it. Sitting in my chair now with my skirt back, hand in my panties fingering my clit and pushing it up inside of myself again and again until to was close to eleven o’clock. Before this, I would have never done such a thing, let alone asked a person to a motel to fuck. Knowing now, “Shit, I have two boyfriends along with a husband”. Here I am, a mother of two, just an average everyday woman that you would see at the grocery store, but now a slut wife married to a weak little cuck, but having the best sex of my life. I had truly had become a dirty minded individual thinking about sex always and finding myself looking at the crotch of men when I walked the floor of where I worked and even flirting. I know I’ve said something like this before, but what I was doing now what made me feel special, which I had not felt in such a long time. That special feeling was being more attractive about myself and that men wanted me was now pushing me on further to explore new things.

I was so excited because of what I had planned later and could hardly wait. Three hours finally and I mean finally it was time to leave ( the longest time for me) with the motel was just a short drive away. Driving over thinking about my situation for the last few weeks and what was going to happen at the motel had me thinking about my future. Fantasies came to me from things Paul had said, and it filled my mind. Shit!, I was so much wetter these days like I am now. The crotch of my panties usually soaked when I removed and put them in my hamper, because sex had become entrenched in so much of my thinking after all this began.

I was conjuring up so many nasty thoughts while at the wheel of my car on my way over. It was a nice motel ,but all it needed was a bed. That’s all we needed for a great time. The weather had made for a dark grey sky as I got out of my car and made my way inside to get our room. After checking in and finally getting inside, I could already see myself and Fred on it that bed together and my excitement grew. It was a queen bed with the room had one chair, dresser and the usual television, along with a nightstand and lamp. But we were just there just to fuck, but I was certain this would not be my last time here.

Now that I was there and taking out my cell phone, gave Fred a ring, giving him the room number. He told me he was not that far away and would be there in about ten minutes. I said, “Great, can't wait till to you get here”. Taking off my clothes in front of the mirror, I looked at myself, turning back and forth, seeing my tummy and how hairy my pussy was. Then I turned around, looking backward at my large ass thinking if John loved it Fred would also and seeing him in my mind taking hold of me by both cheeks giving me a good hard fucking as I moved over to the bed and laid on it.

Heavy Rain was coming down hard and I could really hear it hitting the roof after I had said the skies had been dark when looking at them and now I could also hear some thunder as well. My thoughts returned to thinking about him being there any minute. My pussy was so wet and waiting for him to fuck me so bad. With my legs spread, I parted the lips of my pussy, stretching them open with my fingers and rubbing my clit, exhaling a deep breath, further raising the excitement in me. Squeezing my tit too and then my nipple between my fingers, making me moan as I continued to play with myself. Getting myself worked up and thinking I would fuck a dozen guys if they would come through that door. Fuck, I was enjoying my life now, because of Paul, and I was never going back to what it was before. I loved being a whore now, something I know other women did, but never thought I would.

It was then I heard a knock on the door and, getting up quickly, I opened it with Fred saying my name “Mary”. He came on into the room and I immediately put my arms around his neck, kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth as he grabbed my ass. He had a smile on his face when we finished kissing and said, “Damn girl, you’re ready to go”. “We’ve only got two hours and I want to make the most of it,” I said to him. Fred removed his jacket and laid it on the back of a chair and then his shirt, kicked off his shoes, removed his pants and then finally this under ware while standing in only his socks. I could see that black cock of his now and how large it was pointing at me. “Oh, my goodness,” I said. “Yeah, this is what you want, isn’t it girl” he said to me. “You know I do,” replying to him. “We’ll show me how much you want that black dick”.

I immediately went down to the floor to him on my knees, and taking his cock in my hand and wrapping my fingers around it, gazing momentarily at its size before taking it into my mouth. He was larger than Paul or John, and I had never had someone this big before. Taking it slowly, in and out of my mouth, thinking, oh fuck, I had to have this. His breath became deep and long from my sucking that big fucking black dick. It had gotten hard really quickly. He cradled my head with his hand and said, “damn girl show me what you can do”. No way was I going to disappoint him as I took it as deep as I could, sucking on it hard and then pulling back and then going down deep on it many times, and was licking around the head and sucking the sides of that black shaft, licking and sucking down on his black balls. I sucked better than I have ever given to any man before. I massaged his balls as he took hold of me by the hair tight, really tight, but I didn’t stop sucking on him.

I was so into what I was doing to him. It going in and out of my mouth slurping that wonderful thing and wanting his cum between my lips. He now was breathing hard, and I kept my mouth working hard on that black dick while reaching down, and rubbing my clit as he was nearing his climax. Fred started grunting out loudly and very hard exploded. Unloading hot steams of cum in and around my mouth along with my nose as I kept sucking his dick. I wanted all of his load. When I pulled back, I smiled and giggled after he said, “you wanted all of it, didn’t you girl”.

He squeezed and stretched his cock, one last time, shooting what he had left on my face. From the excitement, I had already cum on my fingers. With his cum on my face and still in my mouth. I swallowed and licked around my mouth, getting what I could. Using my finger wiping from it my nose, it went into my mouth as well. “Fuck girl, you know how to suck my black dick”. I giggled again and said, “I’m glad you think so, and I am going to do more for that black dick of yours”. I again began stroking his cock several times and looking up at him, happy. Thinking to myself now, fuck I’m being such a whore”, as he motioned me to get on the bed with me wanting him to stuff that black thing deep in my married white pussy. There is just something about knowing I’m married and another man is using me.

Getting up, I was extremely wet. Laying on my back and saying to him “have you ever fucked a white woman before”. He told me no this was his first time. “Well, this white wife won't disappoint you,” giggling again, as I told him that. Just telling him I was married just makes me feel so hot and nasty. “I'm going to hit that pussy hard, girl,” he told me. “Good, I want you to fuck my white married pussy like you own it”, I said to him.

I thought he was going to fuck me right away, but he got down between my legs put his face into my pussy as he said, “Going to taste a little of this honey first” and started licking me and running his tongue over my clit and it felt so fucking good with him doing that to me. Licking me and if it had been longer, I know I would cum into his mouth as my hands were on his head while he ate my pussy, me grinding my ass on that bed. But he stopped before I reached climax. He was hard again, and he wanted me now, and I wanted him inside of me. Seeing him stroke that black dick in front of me with my white thighs spread wide, giving him full excess to my pussy and wanting it badly.

Then he rubbed my slit up and down with the head of that dick until he pushed it up inside of me. The biggest one I have ever had before as I cried out loudly, taking it all in my pussy, it so slick and wet while pulling at his upper arms tight as it stretched me wide. “Oh, fuck baby” came from my mouth before his hips, started hitting hit me. That black dick stretching my married pussy out as I felt my juice run down over my asshole. From the size of it “Oh fuck!” I cried. I had never felt something that big inside of me before as he worked my pussy hard and deep. Oh fuck! Several times came for my mouth as he continued slamming into me, filling my pussy, causing me to wrap my legs around him tight, my pussy getting adjusted to his size.

I loved how he was rough on top of me, pounding my pussy. It felt so good inside, something Paul never did like this, or could do, but I had experienced with John but Fred was fantastic. He was dominating my pussy hard with those forceful thrusts inside of me and I couldn’t do much but close my eyes moan and I mean moan so hard. Then he went under me with his hands and taking hold of both cheeks tight and I felt is his fingers dig into my ass, his balls slapping into me every time he drove down hard inside. Oh, fuck! Is the only thing I could say as my body was taking a great pounding. My breathing was heavy and through my moans I cried out to him saying, “Yes, fuck my white pussy”. His hips were smashing between my thighs and this went on and on until I had my first large orgasm, though he hadn’t yet. When I cried out, I mean, I cried out until that orgasm subsided and he finally shifted his position and raised up now, but kept thrusting his cock into me as he took hold of both my breasts and squeezed them hard while I raised my legs high for him. Oh Shit! I groaned, and panting, shaking my head crazily as his cock went in and out of my pussy and I was building up to cum again so quickly by being so very excited, yelling “Oh fuck!”. Then a large grunt came from him and then more followed as his cock began shooting inside of me, hitting the walls of my pussy and making me cum again with him this time. “Oh fuck!, I cried out as before, going limp and lay there with him still between my legs. He soon began kissing me, using his tongue in my mouth as I responded with the same. Fred’s cock was still in me as we kissed with so much passion and desire I had not felt in a long time.

When he pulled out his cock, it had a foamy whiteness about it against his black skin from my juices and cum. The bed was wet under me as Fred stroked a few last times, squirting the last bit on the thick brown messy hair of my pussy. Fuck, my body was now abused, and I was hot and felt cum running down to my ass as I placed my fingers on my lips and spreading them, having to see it for myself flowing out of me. Fred then got off the bed, going to the bathroom for a towel to wipe his face as he was just covered in sweat and I was too. He had fucked me hard, as he said he would. Laying there because I needed a regain my strength. With my eyes closed, I sensed him coming back over and laying down next to me.

Both of us were tired and we must have laid there about minutes in silence. I was on my right side when I felt him press his body against mine. I opened my eyes and turned my head back towards him as he looked at me. I felt so comfortable right then. “You pounded my pussy hard, baby," I told him. “I am going to be pounding it again, girl,” he replied. Looking at him, I smiled, and a moan came from my mouth, while my mind thought, “fuck this is a fantastic, wish I had done this long before now”. I so wanted to have him inside my body again and enjoy the way he made me feel. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Fred during our time together.

He was pressing against me, getting me hot again as I opened my legs and his hand ran down between them and putting his fingers inside me. Fred fingered my clit until I was close to begging me to fuck me. “On your knees, girl,” he called me girl, which I always like when talk. Rolling over, and so excited exposing my pussy and ass with them both facing him now as he got up behind me. I then felt the head of his cock touching the wet lips on my pussy and parting them before his hips slammed against my ass as that cock of his thrust deep inside of me. My body jerked, and I now grunted out loud as it went hard and deep inside. He was pounding my pussy again, but this time my ass was going to take that slamming. It felt so fucking good I was repeatedly saying “Oh fuck," again while seeing his hips striking my ass again and again in the large mirror above the sink turning me on more, and saying to him “Fuck my white married pussy, fuck this white whore”. “You want that black dick bitch” he said. “Yes!, yes I want it. Fuck your whore hard”. He didn’t let up fucking me when suddenly he stuck my ass cheek with his hand, making it sting,” Oh shit, fuck!”. Fred stuck it again and again.

My pussy was on fire, and I was no longer in control of my words. “yes fuck your white whore,” I said to him. I’ve never fucked like this before and I was going crazy over it as I now began shaking my head while still telling him to fuck me. His breathing was hard and long as he grabbed me by the neck with both hands and kept his pounding inside of me going. I couldn’t stand it any longer and began squirting for the first time in my life on him while my moans continued as he was fucking the shit out of me. Then letting my neck go Fred grabbed my hair next pulling my head back while he remained relentless and kept pounding away with me seeing us both in the mirror holding me by my hair and slapping my ass with the other as his black hips abused my large white ass. That cock was bringing me to another orgasm quickly, so suddenly as Fred was on the verge of cumming inside of me. FUCK! I cried out, Cumming for a second time, as he grunted and shooting his load deep into me. That hot cum being pumped into my abused body, I just let out one continuous, long moan.

His pumping slowed, and I felt him withdrawing from me, and then suddenly thrusting back in very hard and quick making me feel as if I was being stabbed with his cock with one last grunt from him as I grabbed the edge of the mattress hard and cried, oh fuck! When he pulled out, I could feel a large amount of cum flow from me. I couldn’t stay on my knees any longer by being weak from the pounding I had taken, falling belly down on the bed with me, breathing hard.

Finally, I rolled over on my back and spread my legs, touching my pussy. I could feel the cum flow from me. “Damn baby” I said, “you came a lot”. Then he explained it had been two months since he has last had sex. “Well, I am going to drain your balls, baby,” I told him.

We had sex twice after that, when I thought to myself, Fuck! I have lost track of time and now had been here for over three and a half hours. Quickly I got up. It was then my phone rang, and I knew it was my friend and coworker Judy, remembering I was supposed to talk with her today after lunch and I had taken a long one. Shit! I said to myself, standing there holding my phone and answering Judy’s ring.

She wanted to know when I would be there, with me telling her minutes. Saying goodbye, I hung up and ran to the sink, getting a washcloth and wetting it, cleaned my face, pussy and ass quickly because I had to go and had no time to shower. Grabbing my clothes and getting dressed, I asked Fred to drop off the key for me. Which he told me he would as I was finishing dressing. I walked to the bed, leaned down over him, kissing him, telling Fred what a wonderful time I had and we would have to do it again. “Yeah baby” he said. Maybe next week? I told him.

When opening the door to step out, I said goodbye again and kissed in his direction before closing the door behind me. Outside, it was still raining as I ran to my car, and I jumped in the seat, feeling a little pain in my ass. Ouch! Fuck!, came from my mouth, as I was now back on my way to work to see Judy. But nothing happened. I was late and Judy had to go, but fuck it, I had one of the best times, and the little bitch was not around.