She Changed without Warning

SHE CHANGED WITHOUT WARNING

This story is written in a more conversational storytelling style. Those looking for a perfect college-level essay will hate it. If you are looking for start-to-finish sex, it is not that either. It is a told story. For those that stay and read, I hope you enjoy it. If I receive enough feedback, I have the next part roughly outlined.

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I heard the front door close. My wife, Jessica, was home from work. It was Friday evening now. I retired at 55 and am now working as a consultant and writing my first novel. She works for a large local corporation in the HR department and is one of their chief HR people. It is not unusual for her to get home after 5 PM on Fridays. She likes to clear her desk. She is very businesslike and detail-oriented when it comes to business matters.

Ten minutes later, I heard her in the kitchen making coffee. When she walked into the rec room, she only had on medium blue lacy floral pattern boy-short panties. Nothing else. This is never her on a Friday. Typically, it's a baggy T-shirt and baggy gray sweatpants. Most of the time, from my closet.

After setting her cup down on the end table, she plopped onto the opposite end of the couch, facing me, her legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. Quietly sipping on the coffee.

"I am going to get bigger perky boobs, and remove my apron on the belly. I am going to start fucking black men all the time, maybe even get a pimp and get whored out." These were the words that rolled out of her mouth when she finally spoke.

My immediate reply was said sarcastically, "You better be prepared for lots of tats and body piercings. I am told black pimps love doing that to white women."

She did not bat an eye and replied that if that is what her pimp, black daddy wanted, so be it. Now my brain was on overtime trying to figure out if this was presex teasing, serious shit, or just being mean-spirited for some reason. Keep in mind, I have never mentioned her doing black men or anything interracial. I have mentioned her now and then, doing a hotwife thing just to add some spice. What she was saying was like a major life and lifestyle change.

"Well fuck, why are you sitting here. You might as well get started this weekend and find your man. Go get your makeup and shit on, get a short showy something on, and go to one of the bars I told you about like 8 months ago. I am positive you will be picked up and used. Who knows? I might not see you till Sunday night if you are top-notch." Saying this as sarcastically as I could, I went back to the movie.

She looked at the TV screen and then realized I was watching My Fair Lady. She got up to leave. She asked if I wanted a refill. I handed her the cup. She had a confused look. When she came back, she sat closer to me and sipped on the coffee.

"Just like that. Just get dressed and go?" She still had the same confused look.

"It is relatively simple, babe. If you really plan on doing this, then do it. No talking about it, just doing it. The other stuff, like outfits, make-up, and bring me home pictures and videos and your sweaty cum filled body. We will deal with the rest. I figured if you really want to see how this goes and if it affects our marriage, our jobs, and how the kids perceive you, then go ahead and enjoy. I say." I looked at her with a straight, serious look. Inside, I honestly was chuckling as she had changed from bravado to concern. Again, I was being sarcastic as possible when I said all of that.

We watched the movie for quite some time. "Fine, I agree, no more talking. Action is needed. I can play and develop stuff as I get everything set up for the boob and belly shit."

She got up. I had been thinking about that as she talked. I told her, "Do the boobs first. Wait till they are healed and able to be played with. Then, do the belly apron. That is a harder recovery and takes longer." I voiced this as my opinion and suggestion as she was walking out of the family room.

A little over half an hour later, my wife walked into the family room. Freshly bathed, she had done up her hair and had her "get laid" makeup on as she put it. She had done her nails, Fingers in black, and toes in white. She had black lipstick on. Her dress was a medium blue that was fairly short, normally, but she had let it ride up a bit as she walked. Obviously, there was no bra and no panty line I could see. The dress had lacy mesh net inserts in strategic spots that teased at what might be underneath. She was hot as fuck looking. More disturbing and hot were five-inch heels. There is no stocking, though.

"What, no stocking to catch the cum running down your legs so it doesn't show. What type of amateur whore are you?" I laughed at this sarcasm. She looked at me for the longest time and then said I was right. If she ended up on the streets, she needed those. She went back to the bedroom and returned a few minutes later with a pair of black, lacy, floral-patterned, fine mesh thigh-highs now on her legs. Her dress had ridden up enough that the full top of the stockings showed. Gawd, this is the sexist she has looked in forever.

"I will be back when I am back. You better not jerk off, either. I want a big load in my pussy from you when I come home. No matter if I get laid or not, you are laying some pipe in my love tunnel." With that and a lot of laughter, she went out the door. I sat there stunned. She actually carried through on at least the dress-up and leave part.

I texted her immediately and said, "I want one answer: What and why did this change? Who started this thinking? Be honest. I am not stopping you, but I must know."

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It was just shortly before noon the next day when my wife walked through the front door. She looked exhausted, used, and slightly abused.

"How was it, wife?" I said it again sarcastically. She stopped and looked at me.

"I hope you have full balls and ready to fuck my whore cunt and then let me sleep for a bit. Then I will tell you all."

PART TWO

Oh, I fucked her hard. I bent her over the back of the couch and railed her, filling her with everything I had. It was most definitely an angry, revenge-type fuck. She had no response to my questions and didn't even check to see if she was safe. There were no photos or videos that I had sarcastically requested, but I hope she took them seriously. No, nothing to explain this. She moaned and talked so nastily. I didn't last as long as I had hoped to. I heard her ask me to fuck her nasty whore cunt. She had previously hated the use of the word cunt, yet here she was using it. She asked how I liked her used working girl body, sweaty and cummy, and had been used by black men, yes, plural. This was said between gasps and moans. She was thrusting back into my cock she then said as I started shooting the one thing that made me almost limp. "That's it, daddy put that baby seed in me; get this white whore preggers."

When I finished pumping cum into her pussy, she pulled off my cock turned around and bent at the waist, and licked and sucked my cock clean. She smiled at me, said thank you, and then headed to the master shower. My cum ran down into her stockings as she walked away. I was impressed and terrified.

I followed her to the bedroom and master bath. Once she was in the bathroom, she turned to me and started removing stuff. First, her heels, then the stockings. They were caked with dried cum, and some still wet, including mine. She filled the sink and stuck them in to soak. She peeled her dress off over her head and stood there naked. She closed her eyes. She moaned as she ran her hands down her body, stopping to play with her nipples. She lifted them to her lips and through some tugging, and all she sucked on each one for a minute were two. Then down to her pussy which was now shaved bare. She left with a thick landing strip of hair. I stared in amazement. She had refused for years to go bare.

She looked at me, staring.

"Do you like your white whore wife's body? It was well-used all night. To answer your question. Two weeks ago, I caught my bestie from work fucking a black man in the parking lot in the back of her SUV. I stood to the side out of their sight. I listen and watch, and he slap her ass as he fucked her from behind. The contrast and the fact that she had at least two orgasms, not climaxes, but full-on orgasms, blew me away. I wanted that. I love you, dear, but you have never given me what she got, and I was jealous and horny as fuck. That is why we have fucked so much lately. I watch daily for her lover to pull up and for her to get up and clock out for lunch. I would sneak down and listen and watch. I was even wearing dresses or skirts so I could rub myself easier and hide the wet spot in my panties afterward."

She was already burying two fingers in her pussy that was filled with how many loads of cum still. It was making a gross but sexy noise. She had closed her eyes as if she were reliving this adventure again. Soft moans would escape her mouth.

"Then, last week, I heard him tell her it was time for her to spend a night on the streets. She needed to earn her payment for the tits he had arranged. She only had 500 to go, and she will have them paid off. She moaned, and, instead of being mad, she asked if she could do two nights as long as all black men. I was blown the fuck away. I ended up asking her what was going on and told her I had accidentally seen her and heard them. She panicked. She asked if we could go walk the walking path outside at break."

She stopped long enough to climax and then licked her fingers clean and moaned more. I was like, who the fuck is this woman, and what have they done with my timid, almost prudish loyal wife. She turned on the shower, got in, and stood there, letting the water cascade over her.

"I did not know I was going to be set up. When we got to the farthest point from the building, there stood the black man. He smiled, and they kissed and hugged each other. He gave me a light kiss right on my lips and a hug. He then says, 'I heard you stumbled across us and spied on us today?' I told him I had and what I had heard. He was to the point. He asked if my intentions were honorable, curious, or if I was going to rat her out to the company and her husband. I said no to both of those. It was curiosity, and it made me very wet and horny. I even told him, as I stared at his blueish eyes, that I was glad I was in a dress to hide the wet spot in my panties. I have no clue why. It felt right to say. He looked at me and just said, "Show me proof, or it's not true." Without a second thought, I fucking raised my dress up to my waist. I was standing there on the edge of the path, with my dress up to my waist in heels, with a stranger and my work besty staring at my pantied cunt. Then he blew me away. He turned to my bestie, Raven, and told her to remove my panties as the style was ugly on me. She did not even think twice; she just said yes, Daddy, and took my panties from me. She handed them to him. He sniffed them. Then he told me to open my mouth, and he fucking stuffed my nasty panties in my mouth."

She kind of shuddered but started rubbing her clit again. I figured, what the hell, why not join her and started stroking my cock as she continued.

"He told me I can only take them out to answer or ask direct questions. He said I had better hurry as the afternoon break was almost over. He goes, he would start. He asked if I liked what I saw happening to Raven. I nodded yes. He then asked If I thought she was sexy. I hesitated, then nodded yes again. I then pulled the panties out and asked, "Was he serious? He was putting her out there?" He smiled and said only because she agreed. I wondered how big of boobs were going to be. He and her both chuckled, and she made a hand motion thing over her tits and said almost bimbo size. I had my panties in my mouth again. I was drooling a lot for some weird reason. I HAVE NEVER DROOLED IN MY LIFE. Anyway, honey, he looked at his watch and said, "Five minutes till you have to head back." He looked around and told me to get undressed, except for my heels, so he could see what he was working with. I just complied. I was at work on our walking path at 2:45 PM, stripping off all my clothes. I stood there naked in front of him and Raven. Raven helps with my clothes. He reached down and fingered me in both ass and cunt. Then he took my panties out of my mouth and told me to suck his fingers clean. I shook my head no. They look horrible after being in my ass. He slapped me, not hard, and said Lick them clean are Raven leaves with your clothes. I did, crying and gagging and almost puking. He then handed me my panties and said to put them back on, and then I got my bra and dress back. He just turned and walked away. He said to Raven as he walked away, "I will see you tomorrow for your night's work. You, Ms. Jessic, be back at this location at 5:30 PM, after work."

While she prattled on in an almost run-on sentence, she had washed every part of her body and her hair and even rubbed out a small climax twice. She was beginning to show her tiredness. When she stepped out, she saw how much I had cum. My now whorish wife took the washcloth I had used and licked and sucked the cum off of it and thanked me. Then handed me the towel to dry her back and ass.

"I take it that is why you were late getting home then. Also, why did you go straight to the bedroom as soon as you walked in? You went back and met him. You needed to know, didn't you?" I am sure my face expressed both the building anger and the conflict with the arousal.

"You know me, and how things unanswered drive me nuts. I was not going to go, but after the last two hours were up, I still had an hour of work to do. That would give me ten minutes to get there. I wrapped up a few things, then packed everything and walked the path to the furthest spot again. He was already there. So I walk up close to him. I had my gym shoes on and a backpack over my shoulder, holding the purse in one hand. I stopped a way away, and I went okay. I am here. What do you want?

He was blunt, "To fuck you right here. You looked at my cock enough early, you want it, and you know it. You can give it up, or I will take ownership of you and take it." I was shocked. He said, "Go over to that bench there, sit all your stuff down. Take off your dress and panties, and sit down on the bench. In protest, I said no fucking way until I got answers. How did you get Raven to let you pimp her, to fuck all the time? Are you blackmailing her? I want nothing to do with this."

He smiled. "No blackmail needed. I slowly took control as she texted me more and more, wanting to meet again. I started testing her resolve. Car sex, sex out here. Wearing clothes that fully exposed her to all-black bars and let her get felt and touched all over. Things like that. She went from an uptight accountant to a primal fuck toy in a little over three months. Then she asked if I thought perkier and bigger boobs would look good. So I offered to pimp her to friends and business colleagues. She keeps 75%, and I get 25%. Once we gotten enough to pay 2/3 of it, we went to a surgeon and did all the pre-stuff. Once it is fully paid, they will schedule it. Then her tits are off limits for 8 weeks, I think, he said. I then asked, 'Why are you doing this, and where did you meet?' Without realizing it, I had moved over to the bench and set my backpack and everything down. I got my water bottle out and drank, as I was feeling panicked and thirsty with dry mouth. I stood there looking down as I tried to stay composed. His cock was getting very hard, and I could see its outline through the sweatpants he had on. His eyes sparkled with a hint of lust or mischievousness. I ran into her literally as she came out of a coffee shop with about six drinks, and they spilled all over her. I tried to dab off some of the spilled coffee. She moved wrong, and I rubbed across her nipple on the right side. It got rock hard. She blushed and started apologizing. I offered her one of my polo shirts to wear over her now-soaked shirt, which made it obvious she was braless. I gave her my number so she could call me so I could retrieve the shirt. I met her back in the parking lot that evening. I started texting, and after that, the rest just happened."

After that long-winded explanation, she did not stop explaining. She sighed and headed into the bedroom. I thought to get dressed. Instead, she searched through her drawers, finally finding a small black thong and a tiny crop top. That was her afternoon wear. I asked if that was all she was gonna wear. She replied, as a new whore to the world, yeah, I am proud to show what I have now. I was staring at her in what I was sure was an amused, confused look.

" So, while I peppered him with more questions, he slowly walked around me and sat down on the bench. As I nervously stood there, he just sat and smiled. Then out of nowhere and for no reason but to fluster me, he pulled his cock out and started to rub it slowly. He never took his eyes off me. He was looking right into my eyes. He never interrupted and answered all my questions. He finally softly said Take off your panties and walk over to the trash can over there and back. But I want you to hold up the back of your dress as you walk over there, showing me your ass and then the front on the way back. Oh, also, while there, throw away your bra along with the panties. No women of mine wear bras or panties. Understand. I just took a drink of water and stared at his face, looking for any sign he was flirting or teasing. His expression stayed the same, and he kept stroking. I finally said absolutely no to the bra too expensive. He then said, "Get your stuff and leave." I thought you and I were ready for this. Ready to be one of my two girls, I want to own and control. I guess you are not prepared. He put his cock away. I yelled at him. It was a custom-fit 80-dollar bra that I loved, and my tits sag too much. He fucking pulled out a wad of bills and threw five 20s on the walkway. He turned and kept walking. I caved and yelled at him, Fine, you win. I picked up the money and stuffed it in my purse. He came back, sat down and pulled his now very erect hard cock, and did the slow stoke. I sighed, and my shoulders slumped in defeat. I lifted the back of the dress and tucked it so it stayed up. I slide my panties down and off and walk to the trash can. I stuffed those into the trash can. I turned around and thought fuck it, and pulled the dress completely off and removed my bra, and stuffed it in the trash. I picked up my dress and walked back to him. He just looked at me with a big grin and told me he was glad I was so trainable. Then he said mount my cock and let's fuck. I laid the dress on my stuff, and I just crawled up on him. Oh my Gawd dear, I came just sliding him in the first time. I had to cover my mouth and bite my lip so I wouldn't make too much noise. He fucked my cunt for like ten minutes before he came in me. He told me to get off him and lick him clean, then put the dress on. He picked up my phone and called his phone. Then goes we have each other's numbers now. I will not call or text. You have to start this yourself. Then he left while I stood there with cum pouring out of me onto the path. I was trying to catch my breath."

"So, when did you call him?" I was enthralled, captivated, and deeply concerned for her. "When did you decide that this was what you wanted or needed to do and that I was not important enough to at least talk to about what was happening to you?" Yes, there was pain and anger in that question. It was lost on her, it seemed. "Also, I hope you dug the bra out of the trash at least."

"Well, yes, I did get the bra out of the trash. I did call him two days later. He said in my car in the corner of the lot, at lunch. He crawled into the car and said, Let's talk for a few minutes. I was so disappointed, but I figured it was also a test. He asked me if I had any understanding of what I was contemplating getting involved with or if I was just a sexual white woman wanting to get my cunt fuck. I freely admitted that getting to his cock again was my main interesting, freely admitting it. He explained that to him, it needed to be deeper. I have expectations, rules, and wants."

"So, did he explain all that to you?" I was still not handling this as well as I had at the start. At the same time, I was curious and horny as fuck.

"After he left, not even a kiss, he texted this to me. " She scrolled through her phone, then handed it to me. He followed the text up with a call that said he wanted to start my training last night. When I came home, I said and did what I did.

The first text was to the point. "Until I think you are serious and ready to be all I need you to be, you will have to contact me." Okay, I can see that. If not serious, they won't make the contact. The following text had two on it. "Once I decide you want to be mine, I will own you, and you will respond and comply with all my commands. I will not interfere with or harm your employment, but your family and friends are your problem. I do not want to hear about it. Respond and get rewards; ignore, get punished; it's that simple. From this text forward, your pussy will be bare, and you will not wear a bra or panties without permission if you leave your house. Honestly, I do not care how you dress as long as it is always sexual and you follow my command on dress when I tell you.

The next three dealt with calling him 'Daddy' or 'Sir,' that she would be shared and/or pimped. The text on being pimped basically guaranteed she would be pimped to only black men and women, and she would get 75% of what he collected. He also eluded to a free used night at least once a month, and she would become a bi-woman-loving whore.

The last one alluded to tattoos, piercings, and maybe body modifications. This scared me as he listed big boobs and perhaps even altered her pussy over time.

"Did you eventually agree to all these?" She blushed and said, 'Well, yes, but no.'

"Explain," That was all I responded.

"I agreed, yes, in my lust-filled state, those sound exciting, wonderful, and doable, but no, I won't sign anything until I have time to calm down and think things through, nor would I agree to anything even in principle. So he asked me if everything was ideal, would I, and I said Yes, ideally I would."

"You know, this is basically making you his sex slave, his whore to be used as he wants and to sell to who he wants. He even suggests he is going to make you bi-sexual." This was as much a question as it was a statement.

"Yes, I know. I learned all about that being what he wanted while with him for what, 14 hours? I had only read it once on the way there last night. Afterward, the more I read it and looked at it before I got home, and even in the drive, the more I have been rethinking everything. Still, there is this part of me... " She trailed off.

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a serious quizzical stare. "And?"

This made her very uncomfortable. She was being put on the hot seat and was asked to explain everything. She was blushing, fidgeting, and not making any eye contact with me at all. I could tell from all our years together that she was going to submit to his rules. That the sex and the feeling of his control were hitting deep into some primal need, I could not scratch.

"Well, umm, ahh, crap. Fuck fuck fuck. Sorry, but I know what he wants and what he will do. Raven showed me her tats he had already done and told me of her free-use nights and even pimped on the streets. She told me all the bad and why I needed to stay away. Raven even admitted she wanted him to herself, and she did not like him wanting to get another girl, let alone it be me, since we would be expected to be girlfriends in an intimate way with or without him there. At the same time, his rules preclude me from refusing him even if it hurts our marriage, and our marriage is more important than anything, so I told him no just now." She handed me her phone as proof.

"Daddy, I can not say yes to this exciting offer. I have several concerns after reading the rules and your comments. I wish I could, but I owe it to myself and my marriage to say No."

I was impressed, moved, and deeply concerned. She said it was an exciting offer and implied she wanted to do this, for the second time. I looked up at her. She was biting her lower lips and holding her now hot tea close to her mouth, trying to hide her emotions. She did not even look up. Her eyes were downcast. I looked at it to reread the answer and digest it. I was as conflicted as her. This was everything I had fantasy role played with her and bugged her about. I had mean-spiritedly told her to go do it, and she did. But I was hurt, angry, and concerned that this was the end of us, and I would not be cuckolded and shut off from my wife. Yet that is what was proposed, and my cock was so hard it hurt, and I could smell her arousal just talking about it. Gawd, we are fuck up.

As I was reading the texts for the third time, he responded. "You just spent over 12 hours with me. I used you in many different ways. I started training to improve your cocksucking, throated you, and some other things. I explained in detail. I even had you service two business clients for 3k and let you keep it all this time. I even invited Raven over early before she would be used, then put her on the streets to talk to you in private, and now you say NO. You are some fucked up bitch."

"Honey, would you go get me something more to drink and I need something to nibble on. This has upset the tummy." A lie I was going to answer for her.

"Daddy, I am sorry. I am not trying to be. Can you give me a couple of hours to digest all that's happened and to have an earnest discussion with my husband? This is going to dramatically affect him." He responded immediately with, "Yes, Babygirl, that makes sense."

Part Three

Now, when she got back with a coffee and crackers and cheese, she started with the details of her time with him. I held up my hand to stop the chat first and handed her the phone. She read and then looked at me and read again.

"You did not yell at him or threaten him. You answered properly and just asked for time. Why? You could have ended this." She had a shocked look, and yes, I would say confused.

"Simple, I do not want to make my decision on how I feel until I hear everything. I can see, feel, and smell your arousal and desire to go further in what little you have told me. Your actions tell me something triggered just in how you talk about what transpired. Your dress and walk are different. So I have to know. But my answer, for sure, is that the marriage will not be set aside by him or you. If I feel shoved aside or cuckolding attempted, I will be gone if he says no sex with me for even a minute. I am out, and we are divorced. That is how I feel at this moment."

Jessica looked at me for the longest time. Her expression went through many changes before finally asking if I still wanted to hear everything. I explained that's why I told him to give you time. I want to hear it all: the details, your feelings, why it made you so excited. EVERYTHING, absolutely everything. I especially wanted to hear about her being pimped and how she really felt. She sighed and simply said, 'Okay,' and started what sounded like a long, run-on sentence until she had to take a breath. I have tried my best to put it all down as I remember it.

"Okay, okay, hmm, at the start, I was feeling naughty, scared, and excited to the point I had to stop a few blocks from his place and puked. After that, I almost backed out. I texted him and asked for two things: his name and to confirm his address. I explained that just calling him 'daddy' works for him and me, but when I told you I needed a name, he sent a shot of his ID. By the way, his name is Roger Williams. Anyway, I GPS'd it and headed there. I stopped at the Kwil stop and got something to eat. I was freaking a little also cause my panties were soaked, but I was told never to wear panties and bra, so I would have to stop somewhere less public and get those off before I got there. Worse yet, in the back of my mind, I was worried that you really didn't want this and it was a test. This conflicted with what you told me to do, and you have been trying to get me to do this for a few years, so I am good. But nope, in the back of my mind, over and over, I heard I am divorcing you. Also running in the back of my head, there was I want his dick in me again, over and over. What the fuck, how's he going to train me? He said that's what he was going to do. Fuck what have I gotten myself into? That was the mental wreck your wife was in."

My response was that I understood she was struggling with conflicting feelings and that she both wanted and didn't want it. I further pointed out that she had given me zero choice really, and there was no discussion, so your fear then and now should have divorce as part of it.

"I told you what I wanted before I left. Didn't I?"

I replied that she had not told me what she wanted so much as she told me what she was GOING TO DO. That her comment was stated in a way that excluded discussion and excluded me. She frowned and stared at me.

"Well, maybe so, but I did not mean it that way. I meant it, that I was going to dive in and take you up on your desire for a hot, owned wife you fantasized about. I didn't say it right. I am sorry. Kinda late, though. I mean, I went and got fuck a few times now. I thought you would be turned on and proud of your wife, now an owned slut by a black man. Well, not owned but used. I don't know what I mean."

I stayed silent and let her tell her tale. I could tell she wanted to get it said. I think she knew it was as much therapy admitting what she had done as it was to share her excitement about what was obviously sexual growth, just not with me. It was growth, nonetheless.

"So after you told me to go, well, more or less, and he gave me a name and address, well, I headed there. All of what I said about what I was thinking was running through my head: I got there, and I could not bring myself to pull in. I drove by. I drove around and finally found a small park reasonably close to his home. I decided to pull in there at least and get the panties and bra off. Out of a large abundance of paranoia, I locked them in the storage boot in the back of the SUV. I did not want to be ordered to throw away anything."

"I sat in his drive for a couple of minutes. I wasn't really fighting with anything; I was just composing myself. Oh my gawd dear, I love you, but thinking about his aggressive control, his large cock filling me almost to the point of pain, had my cunt so wet I was dripping. I swear I was literally dripping. Sorry if it hurts, but at this point, I was not even thinking of you, of us, or the marriage. I was now seeing why Raven did what she was doing. Now, in reflection and not as fired up, I know how wrong all this is. I have never felt this type of obsession to be fucked. To do anything asked of me to get a cock in me. I was like, I want it in me; any of my holes, just pick one. I also want to be made loved to, also, not just used."

"I texted him I was there and heading to the front door., He lives in a nice middle-class neighborhood. He has a fairly large, maybe 2500 square foot, traditional ranch. I rang the bell. I was shocked when he answered the door. He was completely naked. He stood there holding the inside door open. Anyone in the neighborhood could have seen him if they had looked that way. He showed no care in the world. That overt confidence made me even more obsessed. I was in full panic that he would make me strip outside, in public, but I was also turned on seeing him completely naked. Fuck, geez, he is toned. You would be impressed, I am sure, honey. His massive cock was fully hard also. I was close to drooling, staring at it as I stood frozen in place."

I had to interject at this point. "You seem to be assuming a lot about how I might feel. I can tell at this point what I am feeling is up in the air." I kept an amiable smile the best I could while my pissed-offness was growing and my arousal fading. Even saying that to her did not slow down her retelling of her adventure, as she kept calling it.

"I finally got enough composure to open the outside screen door and step into his home. He immediately pushed me to my knees. He said you greet me as your owner and master by kissing each of my feet, then each of my balls, then just the tip of my cock head. Then you may fully stand. I have never kissed feet or balls. But I was mesmerized by the deepness in his voice and the way he held my shoulder gently but still firm, and he looked straight down into my eyes. There was a calm, assured gaze. I felt at the moment that he was right. He did own me. I leaned down and kissed the top of each foot. The raised up and cupped his balls, kissed each one gently, and inhaled his masculine musk. It was intoxicating, almost drug-like. I made my first mistake and sucked on the head of his cock and did not kiss it as instructed. This is when I realized his biggest turn-on was total control. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and away, then slapped me. It was pretty hard. I started crying and asking why. What was odd was my cunt gushed wetness. I was freaked out. He did not explain; he just said to start over. "

I replied pretty quickly that I was not happy he slapped her, and she cried, less happy she stayed. She just shrugged. She did not even try to explain. She just dove back into the story of her adventure. It became apparent to me that I had lost her at some level, if not completely. Divorce was felt to be the only choice for me. However, I was willing to listen to all this.

"I found that the skin tone contrast even rocked my world more. I had not really noticed until I was on my knees and kissing his cock. He had a full-length mirror by the front door. I am sure it was to make sure he was in order before he left. There I was, in a white and blue flowing sundress and his caramel-colored, darker skin. My red lips on his beautiful dark meat cock and my small hands compared to his large cock, holding it so I could kiss the helmet. I almost climax, looking into the image in the mirror. I lingered as long as I could. He reached down, and I thought I was going to be lifted and embarrassed. That's what I thought he meant. It was not or had changed. Instead, Roger reached down and pulled my dress off over my head, rendering me naked except for my heels and stockings."

"From Now on until such time as I grow tired of you, you will call me Daddy or Sir. Do you understand this simple rule, my sweet sex slave?" That's what Roger said to me. When I answered yes, he lifted me to standing. He spun me round in the still open door and bent me over at the waist. This forced me to grab the door frame to prevent me from falling. He then stuffed all ten inches into my cunt in one easy stroke. I was so wet there was no resistance. I was on full naked display to anyone driving or walking by.

"I watched in panic and the most aroused I had been. This was the final moment I realized that if I did decide to accept his offer, I would be displayed often. As all this went through my head, a car of younger men drove by. I was sure they saw everything. This was confirmed when they turned around and came back by slowly. They had their phones up, recording me being pounded. He did not let up until he was ready to cum. I was in the middle of a climax. He pulled out and forced me back on my knees. He told me to finish by jerking him off all over my face. Only use my hands, nothing else. Also, I was to keep my eyes looking up to his face. This was raw and nasty sounding to me. I am sure it took close to five minutes before the first rope of cum smacked me right across the face from about my left eyebrow and down belove my lips. It was like an angled slice across my face. It felt hot and sticky. What splashed on my tongue tasted so good. You know he drinks two small cans of pineapple juice each day, once in the morning, he said, and then sometime in the evening."

I was like good to know. I will try that myself. Then, I asked her two very pointed questions. Are you genuinely willing to be pimped out? Are you willing to be Bi-sexual and do girls and do all this on command without a second thought. She stopped and gave me a long look.

"I don't know, I think so. I really don't know. But considering I did this without thinking it through, and it turned out okay, I guess I would. Again, I do not know until I am faced with it. I mean, I did some things I never thought I would or could." She took a long breath and sighed quietly. "He did pimped me three or four guys while I was with him, so yeah, I guess I am willing. Well willing when in a lust-crazed state."

She sat quietly. "This is upsetting you. I should stop and just go back to the way we were the best we can."

"I think you should finish with everything, and then we can talk about what I am feeling and where to go, if there is a go at all." That was my reply. She got up, left the room for a second, and came back. While gone, her phone binged again. Roger had asked how it was going. Her screen came on. I just had to look; I'm not prying for that one. I pointed it out to her. She looked. She asked for what to say. I laughed and said something carefully worded. My suggestion was, "I think okay so far, daddy. My husband hasn't thrown me out or called his corporate attorney anyway. He has a large tent in his shorts, so at least some of this arouses him. That is a good sign, I think." She laughed and said, 'Yeah, I noticed the tent, and I really want it, but you said after the story and conversation.' I just nodded. She typed in something. Then she smiled and kinda moaned, saying, 'Not fair,' and set her phone screen down.

"It was a picture of his cock buried down my throat and me looking up at him. I am sure at this point you do not want to see that."

I sat silent and waited for her to go on. He started up again. This time, chattering rapidly. It was as if she wanted to get it all out before changing her mind. Her voice was showing emotions in it for the first time. That was not lust and excitement. Not sure where her thoughts were. I like to believe she was finally grasping the enormity of this situation. At the same time, I was in a whole conflict of my own. My body was betraying me. I was experiencing the same response when we role-played because she had actually refused for so long to try this. Now she had, and it was everything I told it would be to her once she dove in. Now, I was facing what I had never expected to: a wife who had fallen into an obsession. Did I expect this? Yes, somewhere deep inside me, I did. All those couples I had chatted online with, the stories, the real amateur videos where the wife spoke honestly afterward, I knew it was more likely than not. Did I want it this way? No, of course not. But now I faced a huge decision. Let this go as I had started it years ago, and it finally happened, or continue being pissed off. Then I realized she had been chattering one and.

"... like I was saying, I hope you heard. Never mind, I will repeat it. After his load was all over my face, he lifted me up. He told me to step out of the heels and remove my stockings. He then grabbed my left nipple and started to walk away. I was compelled to follow him. It still hurt. As we walked, he said as my property and my whore, you will be exposed to training and be used a certain way. Throat fucking, normal head job, ass, and cunt fucking. Serving me and my friends on game nights. Yes, even pimped out. If we decide to modify you in some way, that will happen. Tonight, though, is all your holes will be used, and I will start on some of the more taboo aspects of serving me. While he was saying all this, he had led me out onto his patio. He pushed me back to my knees on the concrete. Told me to tip my head back and close my eyes."

Now, to quote him she went, he said, "Now all men after they give their cherished property and loves their cream, shortly after they need to relieve themselves. You know this from your husband right? I nodded yes. He goes good. You will need to get good at this as it will happen a lot during the start." She looked up at me, swallowed hard, and looked down. "He pissed on me. First on my tits, then he moved up to all over my face. Then he told me to open my eyes and look up at him and not look away from his face. Also, he told me, 'Don't you dare turn away or close your mouth, or you'll get punished.' He started pissing again and aimed it right in my mouth. I gagged and choked a little and turned away just for a second to get my breath. I dutifully turn back. He had a scowl and told me I would be punished. He fucking kept pissing. I swear for five minutes. He kept saying to swallow every time it was flowing out of my mouth. I was getting sick feeling. He kept saying over and over, look at me, are you my whore, do I own you, then swallow. I kept nodding yes. I swallowed and swallowed, then all over my face and tits. Then he pushed me backward and pissed all over my cunt. I was still staring at him with my mouth open. He finally said to tell him what I was. To use my voice. I was hoarse from all the piss. I am sorry, I am so sorry, please forgive me, my love. But I told him what I felt. I told him I was his whore, his property, and his slave girl. Then, in a move of pure lust, I added and your urinal now."

She was crying. She kept saying she was sorry, that it was disgusting, and she was sorry. She said the worst thing is that it turned her on more than she thought possible. She asked if she could rub one out, and he said no, no climaxes for the rest of the night unless permission was given. She also said, fortunately, the no climaxes changed later when he sold me the first time that night.

"He went and sat down in one of the deck chairs. Then, he told me to crawl to him. When I got there, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me over his lap, and started spanking my ass. He was almost violent about it. It hurt even though I felt his cock bulging and my pussy dripping again. I was bawling my eyes out. He must have spanked my ass forty or fifty swats. He then pushed me off his lap. He told me the garden hose was over by the edge of the garden. Puke over there and hose your nasty piss whore self off and then come in and join him in the shower. He got up and left. I puked a lot."

"So if I told you to strip right now and crawl out to the backyard just off the patio and get in the same position, You would take my piss the same. You know, to practice being a urinal for him? " I gave an evil grin and stared straight into her eyes. She immediately had her lower lip quiver and sniffles. She was on the verge of crying. "Yes, dear, if that is what you want, I would. Please don't ask, not tonight." Was her reply.

I went from turned on to mild rage. "Why the fuck not. You did it without question. You admitted you were already his. That you are willing to do anything." She burst into tears. She says, but you are my husband. You love me. Why would you ask that?"

"There it is. There it fucking is. Right there. That's what I was waiting to hear. I am expected to be the soft cuddle hubby. The one to hold you, listen to you, and pick up the shattered parts of you. But Nooooooo, I'm not allowed to be a pervert or mean or controlling at times. That's reserved only for your daddy, your owner. You are right; I started this. I will not stop this. You are his already. You might as well let him know. But I will tell you here and now. I will not be cuckold. I will never pick up the pieces, and I will not show much love from this moment forward. You just showed everything I feared. This is not about us. This is about you now having a safe haven to retreat to." With that, I stormed out. She was bawling.

I stormed back in, grabbed her phone, and typed this reply; "Daddy, my body, mind, soul is yours. My husband said that it is okay with me being your property. I fucked up and never finished the chat, but he told me I was yours if you want me." I hit send, then handed it to her to read. This time, I calmly walked out of the living room and to my at-home office, leaving the door open. I opened the computer and decided to review everything that had been sent to me.

I knew this was not over. I heard her cries. I could see from where I sat that her phone bing. She read it, then threw her phone across the room into one of the overstuffed reading chairs and started bawling harder. I left her alone.

We will see if there is more to write. I might calm down enough to hear the rest of her story. I have to deal with myself first.