Grace in Lust and Love

Damn it, shit, shit, shit! The words ran through my mind as I rushed to throw clothes on and clean the scene of the crime, spraying some Febreze I found to cover the smell of raw sex. The knocking was becoming irritating, and it didn't help that he'd started calling "honey!" My heart rate wouldn't slow down, I knew I was flushed. What worried me the most was with my mind in a whirl, I felt I was bound to make a mistake in this crucial moment. The best I could do was settle myself down enough to open the door and make the scene with me in the house alone with Mr. J look less incriminating.

I took a quick look around the room. Wait, where was Mr. J? It wasn't a moment after I heard the front door open and heard Mr. J say hi to my husband. My blood turned to ice, my chest felt tight and I could hardly breathe regardless I forced myself downstairs. Mr. J seemed to wear a polite smile on his face. Braden tried to return the energy but his smile barely hid his disgruntled look. It became a bit more genuine as he saw me come down. I felt a twinge in my chest. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

Before we could break the ice that also invaded my veins Mr. J spoke up.

"Hey there, I was just telling him how we were about to head out to grab some supplies. Seeing as you're down here now I'll step outside and you can come out when you're ready." Mr. J said with professional enthusiasm before showing himself out.

Ah

That would better explain the look on his face then. At first, I was inwardly shocked he would make a move like this considering the situation but then as a second passed and I processed it, he must've known I'd want to escape from the house and clear my head. He was using this as a way to get more time with me I'm sure. I certainly didn't expect this scheming behavior from him but I steeled myself and decided to go with him. If anything let him know this... Thing of ours, or whatever it was between us was over. First things first as I turned to my husband, it was time to give an Oscar-worthy performance.

"Hey, how was your trip?" I asked softly. He paused for a moment and regarded me before speaking.

"It went alright. You know you never got back to me about hiking, right? " he said, his face tense, and his lips thinned.

"O-Oh that was.. I must've lost track of things." I offered with a weak laugh. Nailing it. His questioning expression only seemed to worsen.

"You look like you've had a rough day so far, your hair isn't usually this all over the place, or is this a new style?"

"It's.. yea, a new style I'm trying. I saw it online," I replied with a sigh. His expression loosened and he sighed as well.

"Look Grace, I don't want to hold you up but I want you to know, even if this is one of our rarer moments where we can talk with level voices, you can always talk to me," He said trying to lighten the mood. Though I didn't find his joke all that enchanting, the sentiment was nice.

I gave him a tired but genuine smile, and we hugged while we did our thing where we would put our heads next to each other and make a kissing sound. Keeping the hug short I tried to quickly make my way outside without making it obvious how much of a hurry I was to go.

"I'll be back, there should be some stuff in the fridge if you're hungry," I said as I walked out the door. He said something in response, maybe about how he might have had something already, but I didn't pay much attention. My focus was on Mr. J who was in his car, it looked like he was listening to something.

Quickly making my way toward the passenger side of his car he noticed me and rolled the window down with a playful smile when he saw my frustrated expression.

"Hop in and let's go shopping," he said cheekily. I was almost insulted. He seemed to think everything was all hunky dory. My hands felt tied at the moment so I obliged. I just needed this to all get swept under the rug. As we pulled off I noticed my husband open the door with a rushed energy about him. I didn't like the sinking feeling I had but at the same time, I didn't like most of the feelings I had right now. Whatever it was, it'll simply have to wait till later anyway.

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We didn't talk for the whole ride to the nearby Home Depot. Mainly because I was still trying to figure out how to say what I wanted to say and chill the emotional storm inside me. Mr. J was cool with that, he said he'd give me a minute while listening to some bassy R&B that I hadn't heard before. Brent Faiyaz, I think he said. It was nice, yet it didn't take away from the reality of my situation. I was having an affair with my black plumber, unprotected sex, and I liked everything about it. It would have to end. That's why when he came back in the car from the store I was going to talk to him.

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I ended up talking to him alright. For quite a while too. We were currently at a Panera Bread which was a favorite of mine. I didn't expect to be here but I felt it'd be best to let him down easy so when I said I was hungry and he said the same I suggested we stop by somewhere. We ended up going inside and the time just flew by. After we got our food and drinks we got a table in the cafe and I tried to initiate the conversation I had planned.

We ended up talking about a lot of other things instead though, I learned Mr. J was doing very well for himself and owned an HVAC business as well as a lawn care business. He was also quite the music enthusiast, something I could relate to. I talked with him about some of my past issues with mental health and found we had a lot in common in that aspect. We went deeper into the subject and he told me about some of the racism he had experienced growing up and how it affected him. Admittedly it kind of made me uncomfortable and quiet.

He noticed and let the subject go and it made me feel worse. I ended up talking extensively about the problems I had with my husband throughout our relationship to compensate. It wasn't that I condoned what he went through. I knew the way some people felt about his kind of person so I wasn't all that surprised by the things he said. Though I felt it was ludicrous, I was white so I'm not sure how much he'd care for my sentiments. I had done my research into the unique form of hatred that seemed to reside in white people towards black people and it's nothing more than a manufactured feud fueled by a lack of critical thinking and elitist propaganda to further their interest. They quite literally replaced slavery in Europe with enslavement of African peoples then spread propaganda to make everyone cool with it as if they weren't recently slaves. It's always been a class war. It's all an incredibly sick and deep rabbit hole I try not to think about.

I gave Mr. J a once over while he was calmly chewing a cinnamon bagel, he noticed my gaze and gave me a small smile. He was good at that, making me feel as if I was a human before anything else. Despite our sexual escapades, it didn't cause him to not connect with me on a human level, it felt like it made that connection easier if anything. I returned his smile, mainly because I couldn't help it, and took a bite of my food. I decided I'd tell him when he dropped me off.

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The ride back to the house was calm and had a lighter mood as we made some casual conversation, probably due to the music he put on which was even smoother than before with a jazzy touch to it. I think it was some kind of lo-fi. We talked more about my marriage which I felt oddly comfortable with, even when he brought up how in his eyes we were kicking a dead horse by staying together I simply just stayed silent. When we finally rolled to a stop near my house I decided to keep things as short yet respectful as I could. I hopped out of the car and gave Mr. J a small smile.

"It was nice talking to you today, I have to say though it would be best if our relationship stayed purely professional from now on. I hope you'll have no resentment towards me about this?" I said with a hopeful tone. I really didn't want him to make this any harder than it had to be for me. Mr. J looked at me brows furrowed for a moment or two, he seemed to be thinking. Then he relaxed again and shocked me with his words.

"I think it's cute you think this is over, I'll respect your choice though but just know when you come back around you'll have to beg me." He said with a level of cheekiness I'm not sure I've seen from him to date. I stiffened and shut the door, or maybe slammed it by accident.

"You look great from behind Gracie! I'll see ya around!" He laughed heartily as he rode off.

Y'know what. I didn't slam the door on accident. Nope, that was 110% intentional. Shaking my head I ran my fingers through my hair to collect myself and headed back inside where I found the door was unlocked. I didn't get far in the house before I noticed my husband in the living room watching TV. The sound was so low the news channel he was watching was barely audible to me and I'd bet he couldn't hear it either.

"Hey! Sorry It took a while. I wanted to grab something from Panera," I cheerily greeted him. It was a relief at the very least to put an end to things formally, it made it loads easier to talk to my husband. He didn't reply and instead wordlessly turned his head before standing up to face me. His movement revealed he was holding a beer in one hand and.. My torn blouse in the other. Fuck man.

"Found this upstairs, some buttons on the ground too. Don't tell me you're fucking niggas now to get back at me." He spoke disdainfully, slurring slightly. He seemed slightly off balance as I got closer to him and I noticed there were a couple of empty alcoholic drinks around him.

"Shit how much have you been drinking!" Deflecting was not the best look but I had nothing else at the moment.

"Oh my god you're really doing it, aren't you? I can't believe this, after everything this is how you treat me. CHEATING. WITH NIGGAS AT THAT!" he threw his hands up in exasperation sending some of his drink flying everywhere getting some of it on me. I knew he didn't get some on me on purpose but I couldn't help but get livid. I took a breath to calm myself before speaking again.

"Braden you need to calm down-"

"WHORE YOU DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW! YOU'RE SO DESPERATE YOU'RE FUCKING BLACK MEN, YOU NEED TO GET TESTED IMMEDIATELY." And honestly, that did it for me, as he went to take another drink and I smacked it out of his hands and addressed him in a barely constrained voice nearly yelling.

"You! Of all people DO NOT get to speak to ME that way" I said while placing my finger on his chest.

"WHO DO YOU THINK-" he tried to move me back but I wasn't having it.

"You have the AUDACITY to talk to me about getting tested? You, the SAME man who was frolicking with OFFICE HUZZIES and gave ME an STD?!"

"Grace come on-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. To think afterward you didn't even have the GUTS to own up to it and tried to say I WAS CHEATING ON YOU."

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to hear it." ironically it was me who was now giving him an icy stare. I almost forgot he had evidence of my infidelity in his hand.

"I-I just didn't know what to think when I saw this," he said, gesturing to the torn blouse. All of the energy he had earlier seemed to have been sapped out of him and he looked tired. I didn't feel bad looking at him this time.

"Things happen okay, I tore it. I've been stressed lately. I'm allowed to be angry too." though I meant what I said I couldn't tell if I was talking to him or myself. He didn't seem so convinced at the insinuation I tore it in a fit of rage but before he could press the issue I decided I was done with this and took the blouse from his hands.

"You're sleeping on the couch until further notice and we'll go get a std test tomorrow." He looked a bit shocked and relieved. He was about to say something as I walked off before I turned around and cut him off again.

"And for the record, you're lucky I'm even agreeing to do this." and that was true. He was extremely lucky, normally if I had found myself in this position I would have never given him the peace of mind and taken joy at knowing he was writhing in paranoia.

-

The next day I didn't say much of anything to him at all. It was a mix of me avoiding him and still being a bit shocked at my own demeanor in the argument. It was shocking because it was so out of character for me but it felt good. Later on in the day, we went to a doctor and I submitted what they needed for the labs which would be back with results in a few days or so. Honestly I wouldn't have gone with him if it weren't for the fact he was paying for the test.

On the way back home though it was quiet. And it was in this silence I was taking the time to do some real reflecting on the situation and who I was as a person. It was like the calm after the storm. Except for me it felt like the calm after a storm that had been raging for the length of most of my marriage. Now I was finally allowed to truly look around and see what was destroyed and uprooted by the storm. In the passenger seat I turned to look at my husband, he seemed to be slightly on edge. He gave me a side eye or two when he noticed my unblinking frozen stare.

"What's up, something on your mind?" he spoke gruffly. I hesitated a few heartbeats before I wordlessly shook my head and looked out the window. I hated him. Truly. All this time that was it. I had thought that despite our many tribulations and upheavals I had managed to retain some sort of commitment for him as if that made some sort of a good wife. Even now after sitting with my thoughts, I realized I never really regretted anything I did with Mr. J. I just wanted to be perfect. I was willing to sacrifice my own happiness as long as it meant that whenever he looked at me he would feel the shame and depression that came with treating a good partner poorly.

I snorted audibly. Fuck him and fuck that. I finally realized when it comes to leading a fulfilling life that you can enjoy, you have to get aggressive about it.

I was toying with this revelation and its implications in my head even when we got home. Even as I got ready for bed after my husband had passed out on the couch again I was still toying with the idea. My husband... As soon as I thought about him I started to hear snoring from him. That was enough for me. I took out my phone and sent a text to Mr. J saying I would like to speak with him in person when he was free.

I woke up to his response in the morning. He told me he was out of town but would be free to meet when he got back in a few days. Hmm damn it well then I guess it'll just have to wait. It's fine anyway, though I had faith in him it wouldn't hurt to confirm my being std-free for certain before speaking with him again. That would be awkward. I got myself up and got ready for work, I planned to keep myself occupied and inaccessible to my husband for the next couple of days.

While I never really made a habit of working late and typically avoided it when I could, I didn't mind it. I wasn't by any means friends with any of my coworkers but we were civil, and I got things done so no one was unhappy about seeing me around more often. Braden had tried calling me multiple times over the next few days but I didn't answer him until I got an email about the results from the std test delivered to me through email. I looked over the results before smugly muttering under my breath, "Clean as a freshly bathed babe." I had minimal grievances about my actions and frankly, most of them revolved around the issue of how much I could really trust Mr. J. This certainly helped with that.

I finished up what I was doing and started to head out to my car. As I opened the door and plopped down into the driver's seat I got a text on my phone and smiled to myself before responding, "I don't mind, just come stop by after. I've got the house to myself." I rolled the window down and enjoyed the breeze on this particularly wonderful day as I drove home.

Pulling into the driveway I was slightly panicking as for my plan to work I felt I needed to show some kind of emotion, some anger, anything. But at the same time I didn't want to risk wasting any time in the driveway. I had to get him out of the house as soon as I could. Righting myself I walked up to the door and knocked. Nothing. I rapped on the door with a fervor, I didn't have time for this.

"Coming!" I heard from the other side. When he finally opened the door I saw another beer in his hands and from the corner of my vision was able to make out some empty ones around the couch. My eye twitched, honestly, why did I think I needed anything other than to be AROUND this man to feel anger?

"Grace! You're back early you didn't answ-" I cut off his greeting by shoving my phone into his hands. He seemed puzzled for a moment as he took a moment to realize what he was reading.

"This is.."

"The test idiot. What does it say?"

"You're clean.. You're clean! Nice! I-Grace?" The small joy that was building inside him died down quickly under my cold gaze.

"Look I'm sorry ok I-I mean come on." Once I figured out I had him right where I wanted him I decided to skip straight to the actual point of this conversation. Casting an exhausted look around the place as I walked past him I sighed before turning around to address him again.

"Listen, I'm gonna need you to leave the house for some time, some hours maybe? 2-3?" He seemed struck and took a step toward me with a pleading expression but I stepped back.

"Do NOT fight me on this, I need space, NOW. I don't want to do this with you. We can talk when you get back." He shook his head to himself for a bit before taking a large swig of his beer and shrugging with a defeated expression.

"Alright Grace, I'm sorry. I'll have Tim pick me up and we'll hang out. I'll be back in an hour?" A singular eyebrow on my face rose to the sky.

"Ok alright, 2?" The eyebrow had now broken past the stratosphere. He laughed sarcastically to himself and got the jist. Before he left I had him clean his dirty shit. Including the underwear on the floor with a noticeable skid mark and the cans. I helped with the cans to at least expedite the process. Finally, I had him walking out the door the same time I got a text from Mr. J saying he was soon to be here, luckily Tim lived in the neighborhood and was already here for him.

"See you in 3!" He chirped, setting me free. I didn't grace him with a response and shut the door. I had minutes to change and get ready. Noting the arrival of Mr. J would likely be imminent I figured it'd be best to simply dress into something accessible, opting for a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt I got in college that still fit. I was finally ready. Just in time. I heard the rhythmic knock of a certain someone at the door. With a small pep in my step, I rushed back to the front door and opened it with an excited smile on my face.

"Hiiii it's been some time." I couldn't stop the glee from infecting my voice as I walked him into the living room. Mr. J was in shorts and a black muscle shirt that seemed a bit soaked from sweat signaling his recent workout. He returned the energy with a smile of his own before he took a seat making himself at home and spoke to me.

"So what did you want to speak to me about that was so urgent?" He seemed to have a genuinely curious look on his face. I smiled and sauntered toward him before taking a seat beside him.

"Well I missed you and after I had some time to think things over, I feel maybe I was a little irrational last time we spoke." While I spoke I placed my hand on his thigh and was slowly sneaking it towards his pelvis.

"Hmm is that so?" He didn't sound too impressed, it slightly killed my confidence but I didn't let it show.

"Don't tell me you've already replaced me have you?" I joked though I was slightly worried.

"No No Gracie it ain't that. It's just I'm pretty sure there was something you needed to do if you wanted to resume our relationship." He was mockingly looking up and away from me striking a thinking pose.

"If only I could remember just what it was..." He had the audacity to squint into the distance now. God this man. I smiled and decided I'd go along with it. Slipping down to my knees on my living room floor I looked up and hit a perfect pleading maiden pose.

"Oh Mr. J I-" He gave an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

"Like you mean it Grace I gotta feel you." He said with an eye roll. Oh, he was gonna milk this huh. Okay fine, I started again.

"Oh Master J-"

"Wait, stop. It's not just me you're apologizing to." He stood up in front of me and whipped out his meat. I had thought he had cleaned up at least a little after the gym but I could still smell a sweaty smell from his now-released phallus. I honestly should have gagged and stood up. For some reason, I instead noticed saliva started building in my mouth. Good god. He smiled brightly at me as he stroked a hand through my hair and caressed my face.

"Now start again." I gave a hesitant nod and went ahead with it.

"Oh M-" He had started rubbing his meat on my face like he was marking me as I spoke, it felt heavy and warm on my face. I was starting to drool from my vagina a bit too now.

"Continue. Remember I said I gotta feel you." He said pointedly. Right, once more, with feeling.

"Oh Master J, I was foolish to ever deny you, please forgive me and fuck me, Master J. I need you." He seemed pleased. I know his dick was, it twitched with every word as it rolled everywhere on my face.

"Very nice Grace I feel your apology, now for him, kiss my tip like a lover." I took a deep huff of man meat and did as he asked. Puckering my lips I pushed my lips onto his engorged tip. I had thought that was enough and tried to back away but he pushed his hips forward not letting me leave and I got the idea. Reaching around and grabbing his tight ass cheeks I began to make out with his penis tip. Opening my mouth I lashed my tongue all over the spongy helmet moaning into the penis kiss.

"Ahh, that's it, baby, just like that." He had his hands locked into my hair now his grip tightened. He was so into it he forgot he was supposed to be letting me do all the work and ended up working in tandem with me sliding more and more of his chocolate treat into the makeout session. I wasn't going to back down though as I worked myself to take everything he gave me, I choked and gagged on it a bit but eventually, I managed to get inside my throat. By this time he was throat fucking me and panted in pleasure, I had my hands still wrapped around his muscled cheeks causing my nose to be pressed against his pelvis every time he sheathed in my throat.

"Ooh fuck, I'm gonna cum already, swallow everything." He wasn't lying. I could feel his titanic monolith twitch signaling his impending release, in response, I started lashing my tongue faster along his rod. His movements got more erratic and his thrusts more forceful, he was about to burst.

"Oh that's it, such a good girl for me baby, hnnngh swallow it all." He grunted out as he started spurting in my mouth, shaking slightly. Mm, I did well this time indeed. He slowly backed out, getting some of his drizzle on the outside of my mouth, which I quickly licked up. He looked at me hungrily, it made me shiver.

"How about we take this upstairs?"

"Of course Master J <3."

--

Mr. J hovered over me, both of us slicked with sweat as he finished unloading deep inside me.

"When your husband gets back you should make him lick the nut from your pussy," he panted in my ear. I was shocked by the audacity of the suggestion but I couldn't deny the arousal I felt from it. He had got up and started getting changed back into his clothes as he prepared to leave and I decided to question his motivations for wanting me to do so before he left.

"I'm not going to deny the thought turns me on, but really I think you should do it because there's a part of you that wants it to happen more than I do." he might have had me there. Ever since I had told him more about the main reasons why exactly we've had problems in our relationship he's been hard on this angle that our relationship is already over we're just pretending it's not. In his view, he thinks it's run its course and the only way we'd ever be able to stay together and revive the relationship is if radical changes were made to the point we had a new kind of relationship.

Lately, I've found myself agreeing with him. Still, as I watched him finish dressing and wished him well as he left I felt it was extreme and went to the bathroom. I was there for a while just mindlessly alternating between looking in the mirror, draining the cum from my coochie, and tasting small bits of it. I wasn't sure why I didn't just hop in the shower and let the time fly by but by the time I heard the knocking on the door, I figured I'd address my hesitation later.

I threw a robe on and allowed myself to be completely naked underneath it, maybe Braden would be surprised by seeing me looking somewhat stimulating. That's if he wasn't cooped up with another slut secretly, though who am I to judge now. When I opened the door he stared at me, my girls really, noticeably shocked a little. I wordlessly left the door open after giving him a small nod and went back upstairs. I didn't get too far before I heard him calling my name so I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him. I guess a shower would have to wait.

I didn't have to wait long before he rushed in. My eyebrows raised at his haste, I felt a tinge of paranoia as I wondered what this could be about. Again I didn't have to wait long as he began to speak, somewhat fumbling over his words.

"H-hey so y'know, I um. I wanted to s-say." I guess I should save him.

"Yes? You can breathe, what is it?" I said in a relaxing way hoping it would cool his nerves so he could get whatever it was out. He took my advice and inhaled some air before he tried again.

"You look great in that!" Ah, so I see now.

"I look great, in my bathrobe?" I said with a faraway look in my eye as I stared at a wall on the other side of the room. It felt so weird getting this kind of attention from him. My question came from a genuine place of confusion.

"Yes, it looks great on you really!" he replied earnestly. Adorably almost. I suddenly got an idea, a dark one, one I knew I shouldn't entertain but It came too fast and was too powerful for me to ignore.

I slowly moved myself up further onto the bed and sensually spread open my robe revealing my parted legs.

"Take your penis out," I whispered heavily as my hand crept lower to massage my love canal. He was speechless, as he should be considering I doubt either of us remembers the last time we had any kind of sexual interaction. He fumbled with his zipper eyes glued to my breast and my alluring vaginal ministrations. When he finally got his member out my breath hitched. I saw him trying to come closer to me but I had no intentions of fulfilling that fantasy. Not yet and likely not in the way he was imagining anyway.

"No, stay there and stroke yourself to me, stroke yourself to your wife getting herself off because you're not allowed to touch her." As I said the words I noticed his pasty worm growing and getting firmer in his grip, his casual massaging of his privates evolved into subtle jerks. I felt a fire growing in me at the situation, knowing my guts were recently ravaged by the plumber's raw meat, my sore slutty pussy was starting to drool obscenely now. I had to keep going.

"That's right, rub yourself to me and my pussy, I bet you want to cum for me already don't you?" I was struggling to keep my voice level. Holy shit I loved this. I saw him mumble something under his breath.

"Huh? What's that? Speak up!" I commanded. I think Mr. J was right about me liking this more than I'd care to admit. I'm kinda losing myself in this role and I'm not sure why.

"Y-yes, I do Grace."

"Mistress, call me Mistress."

"Yes Mistress, I do."

"Good now come and eat your mistress' ass," I said in a sultry way. I took off the robe, turned over, and got on my knees with my behind poised as if I was in doggy style getting my shit hammered by Mr. J's dark rod. I couldn't see him but I heard him pause for a moment. I wanted to say something to urge him, but I couldn't. I'd never done this before, even now a part of me feels like I'm dreaming. Yet after a few heartbeats passed I heard him start towards me. The dark and primal feeling I had earlier came back in full force, it was like a violent wave pounding against an invisible barrier inside me, my vagina felt like a river of fertility between my legs as I started massaging it once again. I felt him get on the bed and as I felt his hands on my butt I quickly reprimanded him.

"No! You will eat with no hands because you're a dog. You should be masturbating with one and keeping your balance with the other."

"Of course Mistress." shortly after I gasped as I felt him begin to kiss my asshole. He was shy about it at first but he soon began to pick up the intensity as he heard the Shlck! Shlck! Shlck! Of my wet fingers pumping in and out of my vagina. As his intensity rose so did mine and I began to become more vocal as I started pushing back into him, getting more of his face in my plush ass.

"That's right, you're a filthy mutt who's lucky to have his face anywhere near his mistress' ass." As he kept going I felt myself slowly begin to go numb and let go of myself completely. I started roughly humping his face and felt his tongue begin wetting the inside of my anus. That's when it happened. I was panting and felt hot all over, I knew my face was fully flushed. I couldn't hide my lack of composure from infecting my voice as my deranged degrading words started to come out shakier and moanier.

"Mmm, That's a good boy! Eat my ass y-you f-fucking mu-UGGGHHHH!" I couldn't control myself anymore. Somewhere in the pleasure I lost awareness of myself and let out some gas with his face and tongue up my ass, but instead of embarrassment, I felt this damn inside me break and SOMETHING came over me as I violently came, shaking up a storm and shoving myself firmly against his face.

A tense silent moment passed as I panted and came back to my senses. I had no idea what to think at the moment and I felt his face finally leave my derriere. Though the idea of doing so had crossed my mind I didn't think it'd happen. I hesitated a few moments before I got up and put my robe back on, my back still towards him and the bed. I finally decided to turn around after composing myself and decided I at least owe him an apology. When I turned I was silent at the scene I saw. He was hunched over on the bed, eyes closed, breathing softly. He opened his eyes but instead of looking at me looked underneath him where we both saw his penis finish oozing his cum onto our sheets. When he finally made eye contact with me his eyes were searching, yearning almost.

"I'm going to shower, and clean this up," I said before making my way to the bathroom. As I entered the shower and felt the warm water cascading down my body I let out a sigh as I decompressed even more. There was a strange feeling in my chest, nervousness or excitement? All I knew was things would start to be different now. I would start to be different, or maybe I was just learning to be who I always was.

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A few weeks had gone by since that day. And things indeed begin to change. After I told Mr. J about our escapade he made it a point to start coming around more often. At first, I was tense and anxious at us having more obvious sex more often, we had even started doing it when he was home under the guise of Mr. J tackling more issues or chatting with me about plans for the house. Eventually, even the anxiety was fed to this overtaking feeling that seemed to be enveloping my being as of late. At first, the excuses weren't all too bad of a cover until we started to do anal. When he put his fat black meat up my anus I couldn't help but be incredibly vocal, whenever we did anal he'd always finish with his dick in the back of my throat letting me taste my own ass and drink his baby batter. Despite my unladylike grunts and pig-like squeals my husband never commented, one time he even turned the TV volume up. And every night when he was done ravaging my ass hole I'd play mistress and have my good boy suck and kiss my sore opening. I quickly fell in love with the ordeal. And I felt myself slipping more and more into... balance.

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Some weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I wasn't really surprised, but as crazy as it sounded, a part of me wanted to keep it. I felt a bit unnerved as I didn't know how Mr. J would react to this. He had stopped coming over as obnoxiously but he was still around quite often, which I was grateful for. When he finally showed up unannounced but welcomed, I hastily greeted him with a kiss and led him upstairs telling him I wanted to show him something before my husband got home.

When I showed him the tiny bulge in my abdomen and told him the news, he seemed genuinely shocked. When I questioned him on the irony of his surprise he simply said he'd figured I was on birth control for obvious reasons. Fair enough I guess. I figured it was time to tell him the important part though as he rubbed my stomach.

"I'm sure you're wondering about whether or not I'm going to get an abortion... Truthfully I want to have this child. I know the situation might seem a little unclear as to how that'll be done but it isn't like I won't be able to afford it. I just don't know where you stand with all of this. I want them to have a father in their life, their real father." He looked at me with a smile on his face and laughed before pulling me close and kissing me passionately.

"You don't need to worry about that. Of course I'll be in their life. I'm sure we could even get your husband to help out. Actually, I brought a gift you can share with him, I'll show you later."

We laughed at that before beginning a rough and passionate makeout session. I helped him remove my clothes as he dropped his trousers and then made our way onto the bed. Usually, I'd give him fellatio before we got to the penetration but today was different. He wasted no time and ruthlessly plunged inside me, my insides quickly lubricated at the familiar feeling of being stuffed. He fucked me hard, moving me in different positions to help give a deep and very-needed vaginal massage with his meat stick. Even though he usually took longer to cum the pregnancy must've really excited him as he dumped load after load inside me. By the time I noticed the time and saw how close it was to my husband getting back I was dazed, some drool and spittle from our sloppy tongue fucking was on my cheek and I knew I had a noticeable love bite that he left on my neck. He had me in a final position with my legs up and was giving what felt like his last few powerful and erratic thrusts before he unloaded once again grunting heavily. Even though I heard the front door unlock, I must've forgotten to lock it again when I let Mr. J in, I couldn't bring myself to care how long it took him to finish. When he finished bottoming out in me and emptying his love juices he got off and allowed me to take stock of the scene. I was surprised that all the fluid was still trapped in my kitten. He did reach deep.

"Oh Grace, before I leave to go help out a client and clean some actual pipes here's the gift I was talking about. I'll leave it beside your nightstand." I forgot he had mentioned something like that. He placed the box down before wishing me well and making his way downstairs and out of the house. I think I heard him briefly interact with my husband on his way out. A few minutes went by after he left and I then heard my husband coming upstairs, I was still naked and my clothes were still on the floor but I didn't move from my spot, my legs were sore anyway. He knocked on the bedroom door hesitantly a couple of times.

"Grace?"

"Yes, come in, I've been waiting for you," I said in a slutty voice. The door creaked open as he poked his way in, he first made eye contact with my clothes on the floor and it made him do a double take. I didn't let him linger on it for long though.

"Come here, I need you right now, don't make me wait." I beckoned him with a sole finger. As he saw me he relaxed, I assumed from the distance he couldn't make out the obvious evidence of my marital transgressions on my body. My tummy also wasn't big enough for him to assume anything out of the ordinary, though I'm sure a paranoid mind would have considered the possibility. As he neared the bed I spread my legs wider invitingly.

"You've been such a good boy for me lately. I think it's time for you to get a reward." His whole body seemed to be alight with excitement as he tried to conceal his frantic state and join me on the bed. He took his shirt off and was fumbling with his zipper before I gently laid my hands atop his and softly shook my head.

"No, you won't be needing that." He seemed to come to a slow realization and maneuvered himself between my legs. There was still an energy about him as this was the closest he's ever been to touching my vagina. As his head lowered I saw him make eye contact with the hickey. Seeing his hesitation I reached for his head and helped lower him down to the destination releasing a sigh as his lips made contact with my abused folds.

"Mmm there you go," I said as gentle encouragement. The longer he was down there the more he seemed to forget his hesitations and became more active in his pussy licking. My vaginal fluids were leaking and I knew there was a possibility of Mr. J's secret sauce being mixed in there as well, the thought aroused me. The thought aroused me so much that after a little while I decided to give in to myself once again and let go.

"W-why don't you leave my clit alone and let me handle that, your tongue feels better inside me." I couldn't keep the arousal from infecting my voice as I moved my hand to pilot my own clitoris allowing him to enter my folds with his moist tongue.

"Ahh yes that's it, babe, you're so good for me." When I called him babe he became more energetic with his ministrations causing his tongue to lap up more juices.

"GOOD LORD YESSS <3!" I was ecstatic. A part of me knew how twisted what I was doing was, but as I used my other hand to hold his head the memories of how I got here started filling my mind. When my parents insisted I marry him otherwise I wouldn't get the house because they didn't think I could accomplish anything on my own. From when I had to forgive him not for "cheating" but for heavily flirting with my ex-friend after we got engaged.

"Yess.." From the first day some years ago when we first hired Mr. J and I noticed his bulky bulge, lovely chocolate skin tone, and charming smile to then insisting he is our man we go to for any work we needed done.

"Oh yess suck that juice out baby it's all for you <3!" Yes, this was his reward for when he ended up having affairs with all those sluts behind my back for years and thinking I would never know.

"Mmm yess yess.." I was starting to have mini spasms as I held his face firmly in my pussy and humped him. I could feel him lightly pushing on my thigh but I couldn't be stopped now.

"O-oh g-god!" Finally, I thought about how this man dared to infect me with his filthy fucking dog disease and how I was finally getting packed and stuffed regularly with the chocolate treat I've always desired, living the life I've always wanted. The life I've always wanted.. That's when it hit me.

"Ohh mmm, I'm gonna cum for you so hard. Drink it all for me!" I started seeing lights, my thighs clenched around his head, as I began to violently seize, time started to slow to a freeze because I then realized all this time I just had to let go to be me.

"MMM OOHHHHHH YESSSSSHHH <3!!" And I came, looking like a demon-possessed I assumed. I didn't care or know. All I knew was I had managed to squirt intensely, which meant there was a 100% chance Mr. J's sauce was in there as well. I came harder at the thought.

"UUUUUUUGH!!! AAAAAAH-"

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"Ahh." I was gently rubbing myself looking at the month-old picture on my phone of my husband's face with my fluids and Mr. J's juices on it, his mouth was open showing everything he was able to catch in his mouth that I later made him swallow. Putting my phone down I eased my light touching of my nether region lips, looking across my body I admired my pronounced bulge and puffed tender breast. The man who was in the room with me smiled as he saw me caress my stomach lovingly.

"You did this!" I giggled. Mr. J laughed and was about to comment before we heard the front door open, casting a silencing effect on the room. My husband had finally returned and today was the day we'd all been waiting for. Some of us more than others. Things had changed since that day I came into his mouth and on his face. My husband eventually noticed my stomach and combined with everything else that had been going on decided it was time to make a stand. He didn't seem to expect me to already have made my peace with the situation however. He had raised hell about the blatant cheating and humiliation I'd put him through, even pointing out my increasingly bloating stomach. He tried "threatening" to leave but I quickly flipped it on him by saying I found it more threatening if he stayed and that shocked him enough to allow me to explain the way things were going to work.

"I would honestly rather you'd leave, If I could have my way for what it's worth I'd have you pack up your things and go find somewhere else to stay while we get a divorce going so I can be with him instead and we'd never have to converse again. But let's be honest without me you'd be underwater, wouldn't you? I know your savings must still be slimmed if not nonexistent from all those trips you've been taking with those huzzies and all the other expenses you try oh so hard to hide from me. The house is mine whether you like it or not, you never paid anything toward it and I got it before we married. Say what you will about the money from my parents but it's mine nonetheless." He had gone completely silent around this point.

"Therefore this is the deal. You are going to be allowed to stay here for another few years max, in this time Mr. J will be moving into a room here and you will be fully expected to assist with caring for our child and depending on how you handle this and treat our child will dictate the state of your being in this house. Are we clear?" There were other smaller elements of the deal.

He accepted all the conditions quietly then and there. A part of me was disappointed in him because I knew he would. It was pretty clear he was into it all on some level anyway. It was one of those moments where you kind of just wanted to be proven wrong. I would never want or love him the way I somehow did before but even then I wanted to know that maybe I at least exaggerated how bad it was, something that told me hey Grace maybe you've gone too far!

I had thrown myself deep enough into my desires to the point I wasn't entirely sure what was real. In the beginning I kept thinking that any moment now something will happen and I'll wake up from this pleasant dream. But no, nothing ever did. I've stopped looking for a way to deny myself and decided to embrace my new lifestyle.

Which leads us to what's happening now. Braden had walked into the room fully naked, fresh from the shower. He seemed to be fighting off an erection leaving his penis only a bit chubbed. I wasn't disappointed in him anymore, his being reluctantly into this enhanced the feeling for me. He began walking towards the bed as I got up and reached for the gift box Mr. J had brought the other time. It was a double-sided vibrating strap-on. This was the punishment my husband had agreed to. I was going to fuck him in the ass today and Mr. J was going to watch. As I slipped it on I was impressed at how comfortably it fit which only fueled my excitement to use it. I put the small remote for the vibration down next to him and picked up the lube as I got ready to enter my husband who had assumed the doggy position and patiently waited.

As I lubed up the end going inside of him I bent over towards his ear and whispered,

"You're going to enjoy this." Which he likely was. At this point, I was almost counting on it. I started off slow, his ass was certainly tight and I felt the end in me being pushed deeper. I wonder if Mr. J felt something like this putting it in my butt. Eventually, I realized I wouldn't make much progress waiting for his asshole to "let" me fuck it and started easing my strap-on dick farther in causing him to start giving me small squeals. Fuck, pushing deeper into him seems to do the same to me. This was going to be good.

I found a small easy pace as I tried to hilt it fully in his anus, the soft rhythmic pace was getting me used to the sensation inside me as well.

"How's it feel? Are you hard?" He didn't give me a response as he kept his head lowered in the bed. It was probably because of Mr. J's presence since he had learned to respond to me in these situations.

"I said ARE YOU HARD!" I slapped his ass as I repeated myself forcefully.

"Y-yes! Yes, I am!" he replied back sharply.

"Good, we're only halfway right now," I said grinning greedily. He gave out a low groan at the thought. Around this time Mr. J came up behind me and started kissing my neck and rubbing my pregnant belly, his warmth adding to my pleasure and making me more audacious.

"You look so hot right now, I knew you'd enjoy this." He whispered nuzzling my neck. I grabbed onto my wimp husband's hips and started to push the rest of the way in, enjoying the stimulating feel of Mr. J's dark hands and lips as well as the pink end inside my nether region folds. I needed more.

"Masturbate while mistress fucks your ass like a good boy mk," I said in a mockingly soothing tone. He groaned out in response as he shifted and moved his hand in position to obey me. At the same time, Mr. J had snaked his hands around my breasts and was giving them a deep massage while tweaking my nips sporadically, combined with a breath of his down my neck gave me a sensual shiver that caused me to push the rest of the way in my husband's ass. He gave out a weird unintelligible noise but his hand stayed on his penis like a good boy. I had to pause for a moment, which I'm sure his anus was thankful for, as Mr. J turned my head and moved his tongue in my mouth. I moaned into his mouth and shortly after we broke apart. He slipped the vibrator remote into my hand and resumed his massage of my breast. I took a moment to observe my husband's condition, he was slowly pumping himself and showed little sign of any discomfort. I could subtly feel his ass twitching around the strap-on. I switched on the vibrator and realized it had levels, the level I had put it on was medium.

The thrum of the vibrations did in fact increase the intensity of everything for both me and him I'm sure. I took a small second to adjust, I let out a gasp as Mr. J ground his pelvic bulge against my ass and pulled and squeezed my tits like fun bags. I quickly refocused and resumed thrusting into his stretched anus. Everything felt magical now, I had gotten to a point I could pound his cheeks with my pelvis the way Mr. J always did to turn my ass red along with his spanking.

"You like that vibrating dick in your shitter, don't you. I told you to stroke yourself but you secretly wanted this all along didn't you?" I groaned and threw my head up in the air as Mr. J gave me a love bite on my neck.

"Wh-Grace-I-,".

"Your mistress asked if YOU SECRETLY WANTED THIS DIDN'T YOU!" Slapping his ass savagely, I was panting hard now as I thrust a small sheen of sweat building.

"YES MISTRESS, YES I DID!" He said as he stroked himself with more vigor. I grinned evilly at that and picked up the vibrator remote once again.

"You want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum as your wife splits your asshole with her cock?" I was getting delirious. Mr. J was timing his dry humping perfectly adding to the force of my thrusts while mauling my sensitive breast. All I needed now was for him to say the words.

"YES, MISTRESS I WANT TO CUM FOR YOU I W-OOOH AAHH!" I turned the vibrator up to its highest notch as he was mid-sentence. It was ecstasy. I watched my husband through glazed eyes gasping and grunting while he masturbated with an increased intensity. The onslaught of sensation made me almost lose my thrust tempo but Mr. J's dry humping helped keep my momentum. I could feel an orgasm quickly being summoned from my watery depths from it all. Mr. J moved a hand over my ballooned belly and I placed my hand over his. My husband went limp as he suddenly spasmed and came, as I seized up I turned and passionately made out with my dark-skinned lover. And with his clothed dick pushed up against my ass, our hands on my belly, vibrating dick in my husband's, I came. I saw lights, I heard moans, and I felt warmth. It was pure ecstasy.

A. N: Let me know your thoughts and opinions, like it, love it, cum from it... hehe... i'm sorry, that was uncalled for.