I Need to Find her Another

This is stuck between two categories - Loving Wives and Interracial. It is not complete, but at the same time, it was written to the point where it could be ended if there was no interest in the rest of the story. Names, places, and other things changed; fantasy was added to make it more fun to read. All stories have truths to them; your job is to find it or just enjoy it as a story.

Part 1

"Hey, babe, have you ever cheated on me during our marriage?"

Thirty minutes ago, my wife of 23 years has just sucked my cock dry. She woke up, rolled over, and gave me head. I love this about her. She was now in hot pink booty-style shorts and a snug-fitting crop top. She was in the kitchen making herself a bagel and coffee.

As she walked into the room with two coffees and a plate of bagels and pastries, she asked me, "It's only fair. I have the same question for you."

I chuckled and told her I asked first, so she answered first. She glared at me, grabbed her coffee and a bagel, and left. She works from home on Tuesday to Friday. So she was headed to her home office.

(There is a reason for this line of questions, which I will share later.)

I went back to watching SportsCenter and getting all ready to watch March Madness.

I'm guessing it was about half an hour when she came out for a coffee refill. She stopped, "Three times unless you count blow jobs and hand jobs as cheating."

She got her coffee, came out, and sat down. "System is updating. It will take some time. The first time was with my old boss at a conference like five years ago. The second time was last year with a stranger I met at the same yearly work convention. The second night. Just a quickie after drinks and dancing. The last time was the January conference. It started on the first night. Alcohol was involved again, but we did things every night we were there."

"Tell me about the blow jobs and hand jobs?"

"That was way back in the first part of the marriage when you kept getting deployed. There was a guy from the gym. Smooth talker, and I was lonely and horny. So for six months, I sucked him dry after Wednesday workout, then he started asking for a hand job like we were in high school. So I would meet him wherever he picked and sit next to him in his car and jerked him off."

I am going to count that as a cumulative two more. So, five times. To answer back three times, two while deployed and one time in a hotel." She asked me immediately about how, while deployed, and also what her rank and job were. I explained she was a major. She was a shift nurse, and she shared her cargo box hut they had for us. Because I was a senior NCO, they let me have one all by myself. Mine had a toilet, shower, and the works, while hers was a sleeping area.

As we talked, I explained that I had shared my cell number. Yes, we had cell phones there in case they needed help with the camel spiders." She called me one time and asked two things. First, I would look out the window to see if there was anything outside their hut. The second was whether she could use my showers and other amenities so she wouldn't be late for a meeting. It is quicker than the 1/4-mile walk to and from the general facilities. To give you the same amount of information you gave me. She came over. There is no real privacy in the huts, so she just stripped, showered, dressed, and left. That night she showed up again, stripped, and said you have seen mine, show me yours, then fuck me. For the next six months, at least once a week, she would show up for sex. No love or romance, just raw primal; we could die tomorrow sex. On my next tour in the sandbox, she was back there also. We ended up on the same base for the last six months. She was a Lt. Col, and I was a Master Sergeant then. Same thing all over again."

My sweet wife, Holly, stared at me with a furrowed brow and tight, grimacing lips. She got up and started walking towards the office again. Not a word was said. So in my mind, I am already on her shit list. Let's just go for broke and get on the sleep-on-couch list.

"He, babe, while you contemplate my demise, think on this. Would you be willing to hotwife for me, go on sex dates, then come home and fuck me while telling me what all was done to you are with you?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck, just... just, Fuuuuuck." She never looked back at me and only slightly raised her voice. Then the office door slammed, and quiet prevailed in the house. So much done all before noon. LOL

I went into the office shortly after this and got all my work documents and the laptop, then set up at the dining table where I could work and watch the games. I did not hear a peep from her. Even on the two trips for more coffee and a pastry, she said nothing and just glared at me.

While I was making a sandwich with chips and a Dr. Pepper for a drink, Holly showed up, and she finally spoke again. "So, let me get this right. You suggested I start dressing slutty, go pick up strangers somewhere and have sex with them and come back to you so we can fuck while I tell you all that happened?"

In for a penny, in for a pound. "Yeah, and whenever possible, record it or get pictures of it."

"Jesus Christ, Mark, you just told me you want your wife, me, to become some type of fucking cheap slut that just goes out and fucks. Why the hell, no. no. No, where the hell did you get this idea? Why the fuck is this even in your thoughts. Did I do something to make you hate me?" With that, she grabbed what she had made for her lunch and stormed off to the office again.

Nothing else was said on the subject for days. Things went back to normal the next day. I did some digging and figured out the guy she had seen in the conference who was being transferred, and I got his internal email. Josh, or Joshua, was his name. So, I had an ace in the hole. Part two was now being implemented.

Now, for the reason for this. I had been feeling shitty off and on for over three years. It started about the same time she attended the conference, where she met Josh. My doctor has been monitoring what appeared to be an inactive cancer. That is the best I can put it, but there are too many medical terms. They have spent the last three years monitoring and trying to determine the type and severity of the condition. The two specialists had taken their hands off and let sleeping dogs sleep approach. Well, a week ago, I got the call that it seems, based on the last test, the blood showed some activity in the cancer. The news went something like this: "You have an orphan-type cancer. It is terminal, but it can be managed, and its progression can be delayed. How long is up to you and the cancer? You could be gone in a month or ten years. There is a treatment that is done with oral medication."

My question was, if there is treatment, why is it terminal? They responded with, "We do not know enough other than some have lived into their late ages on this medication, and others have passed quickly." They were saying there was not enough data to know.

When I stopped at the pharmacy to inquire about the med and its side effects, the lead pharmacist pulled me aside into the consultation room. Holly and I have known our pharmacist since we were in college. I first made her promise not to share anything with my wife till I do. Then we got into the side effects. Most of them I had dealt with on other meds for my overly active lifestyle in my youth. But one was being unable to achieve and maintain an erection. She pointed out that it appears from other males who have taken this med that manual stimulation can get you there, but if you stop, so does the erection. Thus, my current endeavor to find her a man to bring her pleasure I will not be able to continue to do in a few months.

To be clear, Holly has no clue at this point in the story. Let me describe this as a starting point: just as I did in an ad, I was thinking of placing it on several websites. My wife is 43 years old, 5-6, 145 pounds, curvy but still athletic. She had light brown hair that is long. It is long enough when in front of her covers her tits completely. Speaking of tits, hers are 38C pert and nice to play with. Very sensitive nipples that are hard all the time, it seems. The nipples, the side of her neck, and her ass cheeks all seem to be the apparent erogenous zone. Some are more hidden. She loves all positions, is excellent at oral, and does all three holes willingly. Greenish eyes that are very expressive. Her pussy has dark hair at the moment in a landing strip. She has had it bare and in a trimmed-up bush. Her fuck holes are both very tight. Her pussy does get tighter the more she is turned on.

I followed that description with what I was looking for. I am not including it here, as I have changed it so many times by the time I reached this point. My real first task is to find several different black gentlemen to chat with about what I want to accomplish. I want to start with Josh. He had made a statement she said that he owned her pussy. I must know more.

The problem with placing ads is the unrelenting responses. Ninety-eight percent go straight to the trash. Almost 60 percent were not even within an hour of where we lived. However, my interaction with Josh had taken a more positive start. After a few exchanged texts, I finally said, 'Let's meet in person so the responses aren't hours apart.' He agreed.

The meeting was tense at the start. He was on guard, fearing the worst from me. Finally, I found the magic phrase, apparently, that relaxed him. "Do you really truly want to own her, even more than just sexually, or was that just an I am cumming statement?" That one question triggered a waterfall of information.

He looked at me for the longest time, then responded, "Okay, I am going to gamble here that you really wanta to know. Yes, I want to own her sexual type own her. Sexual, do my bidding when I call, how I say. Accept that I can modify her looks and her body, and she has no say, share her with who I want - everything. She would be my white, married whore property. Does that sufficiently answer what the real question is?"

I smiled and nodded. "What would you say if I told you? You have my blessing, and I want you to proceed in trying to do that, just not yet."

"WTF, why?"

"I have a cancer. It is controlled right now. I have no idea how long it will stay that way. The downside is that the meds I am on are beginning to affect my ability to get hard and stay hard. I won't bore you with the details. Just that lately, if I start talking to her about being a hotwife, shared wife, or owned wife in foreplay, I get hard enough that she can ride me. Without that, it does not perform as designed. She does not know the cause of this, and I do not want her to know for a very long time. Like when she is fully owned and dedicated to her owner time frame." I laughed pretty hard after that.

Josh sat quietly for a very long time as we ate and sipped on our drinks. Finally, he asked one question, "So you're dying, and you are doing this so she doesn't suffer with you?" I responded that it wasn't nearly that noble. Yes, we are all dying, I said, me just a little sooner than planned. I explained that I was doing it so I could enjoy sex of some form till I can't while making sure something I know she will love and get into gives her pleasure also.

It was only three in the afternoon when we got to this point. She texted while this last bit was happening. It was to the point, as she always was when she had decided something. "Babe, were you serious that I could fuck anyone I wanted under your rules?"

I responded yes immediately. I was like, maybe this will all work out.

"Good, I will be home by 4:30. Let's see how good you are at getting me ready. I will confirm a date with a 24-year-old grad student I met today who got your whore wife's pussy wet. That's what you want me to call myself, right? Your white whore wife? (She typed this, dripping with sarcasm and venom) After the date, I told him I was bringing him home to fuck him in front of you repeatedly and all night. I hope you can deal with being a true spectator until tomorrow after he leaves. Something classy but slutty will work." This was the next text she sent. I sat and stared in disbelief. I hurriedly explained to Josh that I would email him the details of what I needed from this and a couple of simple rules, and then he could decide if he wanted me to let him know when to start working on it seriously. In the meantime, enjoy working with her again. He was beginning the following Monday. This had picked up speed.

X x x x x

I got home at about 4:15 and started laying out possible choices. All were in skirts and dresses. All had thigh-high stockings, skimpy panties, and heels. No bras, not even for the two sheer top options.

When she got home, she asked where I was, and I told her I was just lying out the last option. She walked in, looked, and replied with a gasp and an "oh my gawd." Then she took pictures and sent them to her date. When the reply came, she gasped again and started muttering, I knew this was wrong. I asked her if she knew what they were doing on the date and the locations they were going to. She replied that she did not. I pointed out that it should be asked, as that will really determine if you agree with his choice or not. I mean, he is a horny 24 year old that's going to get laid repeatedly.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and exchanged texts.

"He is asking for a lot. I just wanted to see if I could really do this. I guess I can back out. He wants my pussy shaved bald and asked if I had time to dye my hair reddish, like more red than brown, and nails in bright red. He likes the sheerest one, the black one, but he wants bright red panties so it shows through." I chuckle to myself while fighting to keep my excitement to myself.

I asked her if he had explained his plans to her. She sighed and handed me the phone. She said she had never heard of either of them. I had. The dinner and then dancing before fucking plan seemed a good one to him and me. I knew how horny she got with wine. I opened the laptop to the place he planned for dinner. It was a moderately priced, upscale restaurant with numerous spots to be seated in a more private setting. It is also a place none of our friends or her co-workers would ever go. It is too far out on the edge of town. I switch the laptop over to the club. I had heard of it, mostly blacks, and interracial couples, and tons of college kids during the weekend. It was near the campus. It was at the far edge of the college bar district. I went there with some buddies for a wet T-shirt contest one night last year. Of course, I have never told Holly.

"See, honey, both are in places where no co-workers will show. Both have some class to them. I think you will be completely fine. Look at some of the girls dancing at the club in the gallery section. You could pull off the one he likes by just adding the cute Belero jacket to cover the tits outside and in the restaurant and then rock the being exposed and showed off at the club."

She sighed and started scrolling and flipping between the two web pages. I left her alone to dwell on this. This is when I was sure she would back out. I had told her there was no harm in not doing this since it was more of a whim. I got an "I can do this" response. I told her how much I loved her for even trying.

A few minutes later, she came down the hallway in the hot pink panties, black lacy fine mesh thing highs, and five-inch heels I had never seen before. "Do you really think that by just adding the jacket, I can pull this off?" That is what she asked. I expressed that we wouldn't know for sure until she was fully dressed and had the jacket on.

"Look at me in this. I mean, Jesus, nothing is hidden. I open the jacket or take it off, and I am fully exposed. The hot pink is so visible, and they are thongs, so my ass is on full display with no cover. Would you really let me go out like this and be paraded around?"

After she finished getting fully dressed and did her modeling with an angry face and some concerned panic, she stood staring at me for a response. "Babe, sweetheart, I trust you and your judgment. I love you, and the fact that you have even gone far enough to dress and check it out is amazing. Your ass is amazing, sexy as fuck. It should be shown off and shared. I will leave it to you to decide if this is something you do or even want to do, but you are sexy and hot as fuck." As I finished my response, she seemed to have a little more calmness in her face.

"Fuck it, I'm going. I mean, you only live once, and I am just finding there is a whole part of living to explore, thanks to you, my love, and the asshole that caused all my nasty thought." With that, she buttoned the jacket, grabbed her clutch purse, and was out the door.

X x x x X

It was just shortly before one in the morning when I heard the door being unlocked. I was sitting in complete darkness in the family room with only the TV on. I was semi-awake until I heard the key in the front door. Now to see if she was good to her word, she was bringing her date home to fuck all night.

"Should I like to be quiet or anything?" The guy asked as they came in. So she had brought him home.

"No, Daniel, you better be just like you have been all night, babe, or I am going to be pissed and disappointed both. No baby, we going right down there near the TV, and we are going to make out, and you are going to get me undressed like I am gonna strip your hot black body naked, then I am gonna suck you dry. Then we are going to my bedroom and fuck until we fall asleep. You can leave sometime in the morning after I get a good morning fuck." My wife was drunk or horny beyond anything I had heard her be before or worse, both and fully into this lifestyle suddenly.

"I can't believe you called my bluff and walked out of the club dressed like that. You are one crazy hot white MILF. I can hardly wait to own you." I was curious and worried about hearing that.

"It was the wine and the cum" was her reply.

I had earlier moved into the grey recliner in the corner in the complete darkness. Even when they walked near me, unless they turned to the right, they would not see me. Even the glow from the TV did not light my area. I think she knew I was going to be there, as there was no way she saw my shadowy figure anywhere. The fact that ten minutes ago, she texted and asked if I was still watching the tube. Of course, I said yes. I do not believe that Daniel knew or saw me until they left the room much later.

Right there in the middle of the room, well, more towards the couch and coffee table, she turned to him and embraced him, and they started kissing. This was when I realized she was wearing only her thong, the stocking, and heels, along with an unbuttoned jacket. No dress. I was rock hard. Maybe I will overcome the cancer drug effects if she keeps this up. I didn't dare touch myself and give away my hiding spot to Daniel.

I watched as Daniel ran his hands up and down her body as they passionately kissed. I saw her run her right hand into his pants and start stroking and rubbing on his cock. Then they did that kiss I had seen in almost all the hotwife vids, where he sticks his tongue out, and she sucks on it like giving it a blow job. When they finally broke the making out, she lowered herself to the knees. Then, I heard something that blew me away.

"Baby girl, daddy was so blown away you actually slid under the table and sucked Roy and Mike off and swallowed all their cum. I so badly wanted you to do me, but I trusted your word you would do it here before we fuck. I can hardly wait for you to agree to my ownership so I can enjoy that kinda play regularly."

A couple of things here. First off, my wife being called 'baby girl' was both hot and strange at the same time. I mean, I understand the term of endearment, but she is 43, and Daniel is like 24, maybe 25. That just sounded weird hearing it. Hearing her giggle when he said it was surreal also. The second thing, well, was his statement about owning her. That was hot, and when she moaned as he said that, it was amazing. I almost came without touching myself. But what had my attention the most, lastly, was the fact he said she had sucked off and swallowed cum from two cocks in the club. WOW, just wow.

My wife was moaning, slobbering all over his dick, and drooling onto her tits as he started fucking her mouth. As he got more aroused, he told her it was time for him to check out her throat to see if she could handle getting her face fucked. He asked if she was ready. She moaned and shook her head yes. I was blown away by each new thing revealed about her. I kept telling myself she was just doing this as a porn show for me. After he throat fucker her for at least twenty strokes, he moaned and told her he was gonna cum, To open up her throat and stick her tongue out under his cock. Then he moaned and said oh fuck baby and rammed his cock to the balls into her mouth and throat. I could hear her gulping each time he shot a thick rope of cum straight down her throat. She was so busy rubbing her pussy while this was happening. After He finished feeding her his cum and had pulled out, she fell back and finished bringing herself off. He told her she had been a very good baby girl. This seemed to be the catalyst for the climax.

After they left the room, I grabbed my phone and turned on the internal security cameras. Our neighborhood had a rash of break-ins a few years ago, and I added cams, including one pointed at shelves in the bedroom where a safe is hidden. The benefit for me is that the bed in the bedroom is entirely in view. Additionally, the sink, toilet, and the edge of the shower in the master bathroom are clearly visible. Well, if the bathroom door is left open.

I watched as she crawled onto the bed and pulled her thong to the side, and said fuck me now, daddy. Not through the camera, mine you, but down the hallway. She was not trying to be loud for me. She was in full-on lust mode. I have seen this before. He started to close the door to the master bedroom, and she said: "Leave it open. Wherever he is hiding, he needs to hear his whore wife get fucked by daddy." Then, it went quiet for a minute. Then came the moan and gasp. I knew it meant he was inside her.

"Baby, please talk nasty to me and tell me all the details of what being owned by you means. I wanted to hear it all, not the teasing like on the dance floor. Come on, baby, flood baby girl's brain with sexy images and ideas." Holly's voice was low and raspy and sounded full of pure lust. I had never heard her like this. I no longer thought this for show. I believe she was full in. I put my phone down and listened quietly.

"I am gonna filled your cunt, then we are gonna shower and clean up as I recover so I can fuck that amazing ass. While we shower, I am gonna start your training as a piss pet. I am gonna pee on your face and in your mouth. You gonna swallow some of it. Hey, and if you puke, do it on your own tits and rub it in. Then after we get your ass fucked we are gonna lay in bed and chat as we drift to sleep. I expect a blow job in the morning."

My wife's response between moans and long groans and an oh fuck thrown in there was, "What do you mean you're going to piss on me and in my mouth? What the fuck? Is that what you do to all the white whores you claim to have had. Fuck, how many could a 24-year-old have had?"

I admit his answer shocked and intrigued me. I was rethinking Josh now; this kid might be exactly what she needed, and I needed to get hard and stay hard.

"It's what I do as a way of exerting control and your willing submission. It is what happens until you do it on your own accord and from your own dark desire, kneel and ask for my piss." I could hear her gasp and say No, never ever will I let anything that gross happen. Fuck yes, maybe some rough stuff, but that is gross." This was followed by moans.

"Oh gawd, daddy, pound out this cheating whore pussy; pound me." My brain almost froze when I heard this coming from my wife. I was then questioning how much of her nasty talk was for show versus how much was an honest reaction. My wife rarely talked like this in all our years. She had to be fast approaching a climax of some type. I decided to turn the laptop on and watch on camera after all.

He had her legs up by her ears, well, almost there. He pulled almost entirely out and then back into her hard. Holly's whole body was feeling the impact as she was pushed into the mattress. A few times, she actually screamed. Then, it started, her giggles. And her begging. It has been a few years since I heard that it is being done like this. Most of the time this past year, I think she was faking just to make me feel good. This time, it was the real thing.

"Oh fuck daddy, fuck fuck oh fuck. I'm gonna cum I am,,," I saw and heard it both. It echoed down the hallway. I was stunned, silent. This 24-year-old manchild slapped her face pretty hard.

"Don't you fucking dare cum till I do and give you permission whore." That was what he said as soon as she said she was ready to cum. Worse and wilder yet, she moaned and thanked him and said she would do her best not to cum daddy. She did not toss him off or yell at him. No, for all intents and purposes, it appears she was even more turned on, turned on by being slapped by this kid. I was confused, and worse yet, I was turned on to the point I had a very painful, throbbing hard-on.

Daniel picked up speed, pounding into her pussy faster, hard, and, I am sure, deeper. She was begging to cum every time she begged, he slapped her and told to be quiet whore. Finally, he thrust into her, and he goes, okay, baby girl, give me all you got. Cum for daddy. He thrust one more time, and then there was this loud argh from him and a holy fuck from her. She arched her back and then started bucking. From my experience, if this were real, she would have flushed red and been trembling.

She reached up and put her hands on each side of his face, and the camera made it look like she had an intense, lust-filled expression. Then she said, Thanks towards the mic. I heard her say thank you, daddy, I love your big black cock.

He pulled out of her and immediately positioned himself so she could clean his cock. He told her to use her tongue and show him how much she loved him and his cock now. She passionately attacked his still-raging hard-on. As she was doing this, he jammed two fingers into her dripping pussy. He started digging the cum out and feeding it to her. She would not even suck me, and here she was, licking their combined cum off his cock, and she was eating his cum off his fingers. I would be lying if I did not admit to feeling jealous, and at the same time, I was certain that if she wanted to see him again, this was the answer to my dilemma. I would just need to find time to talk to him alone.

I decided fuck it, I am gonna start stroking it. As I was pulling my cock out, I heard him say time to get cleaned up. She excused herself and said she would be right back. I heard her feet in the hallway. I had just enough time to mute and close the laptop before she appeared next to me.

"Oh my gawd Mark, that is the best fuck I have ever had. No offense, but fuck, he is so rough, controlling, and that monster cock hit spots that should be illegal. He is going to fuck my ass next, I just wanted to make sure you are not going to go off as I have never done that for you, and I know I am gonna be screaming. Gawd, I love you."

I never got to reply. She kissed me with her cummy mouth and deep, passionate tongue kiss. Then, she was gone back to the master bedroom. I hurried and got the laptop open and volume on again. I listened to both through the camera's mic and the echo down the hall as they were bathing each other. Remember, I can not see all the showers. I could make out about 1/2 of him and only her when her arms or body moved up against the glass door. I was smart enough to have antifog glass as well.

For some reason, I still do not know why. I hit record on the security system at this point. So, for posterity, I have the video to listen to and view. I realized now that this was going to be a long night and that I would be spending it on the couch. I was getting the pillow and blanket out of the storage in the big ottoman when I heard an "Oh fuck no." I went to the laptop and tried to listen.

"I will say it again whore, I have to piss. Get on your knees."

"I told you that it's gross, and I am never ever doing that."

I could hear the double slap all the way down in the family room as clearly as she was standing here.

"When you invited me over, you told me you wanted to be treated like I would if I was your owner, like the stories of how my uncle treats his two whore married white women. That's exactly what I am doing. Now kneel, spread your legs, start masturbating, and open your fucking mouth whore. I want you to stare up at my face the whole time, and don't you dare puke."

While I could barely see any of Holly, I could tell she had knelt as I saw her left leg. I saw most of him, and I heard her crying. Then I could hear the pee start and the gagging and his moaning and sighing both. Her gagging turned to moaning, which I am assuming was because she was close to another climax because giggles started. She was so grossed out she was going to fucking cum is what was going through my mind.

"That's it, baby girl, swallow everything I put in your mouth. Wow, you are so good at this. Do you like daddy's piss?"

I heard my wife say, " Yes, Daddy, it tastes better than I imagined."

The next thing I saw was him moving her to the spot where he had been, and he began washing her hair and face. She was talking softly and said that she was sorry she had cum without permission. He replied that's fine "my love" I did not restrict you. I heard the water running for over half an hour.

During that half hour, I heard him telling her in a perfect relationship like this, she would slowly be brought along to understand she is to be used as fuck meat but cherished and loved, to be used for his pleasure and, in this case, any black man sent to her for pleasure. Even if he sent them to our home for her to be used in front of her husband and at the same time, protected, loved, and given safety all the time. He would pierce her up, tattoo her, and at some point, she would spend every weekend with him and a lot of weeknights. But since she said this was just a one-night thing, he was being more aggressive and pushing harder and rougher. He said otherwise, I would be less, and I would ask you out to the club again for Country Western Dance night this coming Wednesday. I heard Holly say, I will meet you there for Country Western night.

When the camera picked them up, drying themselves off, I was now settled in for sleeping on the couch. All the lights were off again, and the laptop was moved to the coffee table and plugged in. They were now talking about anal sex and how she would need to get training butt plugs to train her asshole to take bigger cocks. Also, they discussed her need to research how to prepare for date night, so her ass is as available as her cunt and throat. Finally, he was pushing lube into her ass hole, and she was moaning and begging him to hurry up and get his cock in her ass.

This is not the lady I married, nor is she the one yelling at me about this a few days ago. The one who said I was rude and mean to expect her to cheat on the marriage. This was someone completely different. I have no idea where my Holly had gone and this slut Holly had come from. There had to have been a trigger somewhere that was tripped that started this.

She moaned and screamed, and she begged him to stop, but after over twenty minutes, he slowly inched into her ass and then fucked her. As he fucked her in the doggy position, well, head down, ass up doggy, to relentlessly spanked her ass cheeks. I could tell by the stereo sound of it happening live and through the mic that she had cum a couple of times and was also crying and on the edge of sobbing. Still, she was begging him for his cum. He told her a couple of times she would only get cum in her ass if she agreed to lick his cock clean no matter what. I heard Holly even beg for that. Then, the orgasm cycle started. This time, it was not just a big climax like the first one. This was going to be a massive orgasm. I watched in pure amazement as she went into the spasm, thrashing about, the moans, the screaming, and the blushing, trembling, and shaking. He finally told her he was cumming, and that sent her completely over the edge. For the first time in forever, I watched my wife have a full-on orgasm, a from nothing to something orgasm. I watched him pull his cock out of her ass and her being pushed over on her side. He moved to her head and said, "Start cleaning, baby girl." She attacked his cock in lust. She did not complain or make gross noises.

I drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter. I woke to the smell of fresh coffee and cooking bacon. I stood, stretched, and looked into the kitchen, where I saw Daniel cooking.

" Excuse me, Daniel, where is Holly?"

"Holly is in the shower cleaning up and getting presentable, as she said. Thank you, sir, for the use of your wife overnight. You are a generous man or a big fool, maybe both. I have to thank you no matter what."

"Daniel, I need to meet and chat away from here and from her. Nothing bad, in fact, all good. Just like I need this conversation ASAP."

He gave me a weird look, came over, and said, 'Give me your phone.' He did the contact thing you can do with phones these days and said to call him after lunch, and we could meet later in the afternoon or early evening. By the time he was dishing up three plates of food, my sweet Holly had walked in completely naked. She went straight to him and kissed him. It was a wet, passionate kiss, followed by a hug. Then she came to me. After the most passionate, arousing kiss from her in months and a hug that almost squeezed the air out of me, she whispered, 'We need to chat about all this.'

Daniel left shortly after we all ate together and chatted about our backgrounds. He seems like a lovely young man compared to what I heard last night. It's almost a Jekyll and Hyde-type difference. As soon as she had shown him out, she was somewhat flashing her naked body at anyone looking at our house. She walked right up to me and said we need to go fuck. I want your cock in my ass.

That's what we did. I will be honest, no way did I get the response Daniel did, but I did get an honest climax from her, and she did lick my cock clean. During all the fucking she tried to talk. The gist of it was she was confused as the high was wearing off. Her face still hurt some, her ass didn't hurt, but her pussy was sore as fuck, and she sounded hoarse because she swallowed his cock down her throat twice. Everything is amazing, and part of her now wants to dive into my offer. The other part is still in the what the fuck stage.

X x x x X

I texted Daniel at about 2. He sent back a café on the south side of town and said he would be there at 3:30. I begged off and told Holly to rest and relax since she had been up most of the night being used.

The café was old school café. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I was hungry. I ordered an open-face roast beef sandwich platter. Coffee, of course. He had pie and milk. Milk! Like, I was not expecting that.

"Daniel, I hope you don't mind, but I am gonna be blunt and to the point. I hope you do not mind?"

"No, please do. Hey, do I call you Mark, Sir, or Mr. Matthews?"

"Mark is fine. First, tell me exactly what you are feeling and thinking after a few hours of letdown. Were you serious when you said that in a perfect situation, you would own her?"

He stared at me, then looked around and ate some more. Finally, he responded with, "Yeah, I did say that, yeah, I do want that." He kinda cringed, expecting to get hit or shot or something. When I said that, I was glad to hear that. I can work with this. His expression changed from worry to confusion.

"Here's my deal. I am dying, well, yeah, we all are, but I have cancer. It will take me sooner rather than later. The time frame is unknown. I am on a med that is helping move it towards being in remission. One of the side effects is the loss of the ability to get hard without some extreme help. What you did to her was way beyond the help I needed. I really haven't satisfied her for the past couple of years because of this. She has no clue, and I am not ready just yet to tell her."

"Um, okay, I don't think I am following yet."

"Of course, if we do this, there are some simple rules. I need to think about those, but they will be simple, and then I guess you have to agree. I think she is already in and..."

"Whoa there, Mark, tell me what you think I am going to agree to first."

I proceeded to tell him how things had transpired and ended up with her invitation and the night. He nodded a lot but stayed silent as I went through this all.

"So let me make sure I got this right, You be dying, you haven't told the old lady, you are trying to get her hooked up with a black stud 'cause it helps you get hard so you can do her after the other dude does her. This pissed her off when you broached it, and she thinking doing me would make you mad and jealous and you would change your mind, but it backfired both ways. She now is hot for me or what I represent, and you gave her the best fuck in a long time. You are on a clock of some type till meds make you a limp dick. Is that about right?"

"Well, yeah, a little less eloquent and shorter, but you got it." That was how I responded.

"So, besides getting her to have pleasure and you getting hard enough now and then, what do you want, and what are your rules? Besides that, what if I don't play by your rules and do it my way and just steal her away?"

I have thought of all that. I will instead tell you what I seek, what I want, and what I hope for. I want her to find a black man, one she wants to be with. Age is not important, but I do love the age difference and her having to call you daddy. I want him to take the time over the next few months to slowly corrupt her into wanting to spend as much time with him doing things sexual and, of course, fucking. Over the next year, I want him to own her fully. I mean, own-own type thing. I want her so into him that if he says he's going to work her on a street corner, she'll be excited to do that for him. I mean, that's not what I wish for my wife, the street corner shit, but that type of devotion, yes. I want him to modify her body with tats, piercings even huge tits if he wants. I will secretly split 50-50 the cost of any of these. Share her, be rough with her. Hell, turn her into a lesbian whore if you want. Just make sure she always gets pleasure. If you convince her to leave me and move in with you, then so be it. I believe our love will prevent it from being forever moved out, but I expect her to cave to an extended time."

He smiled and did not say anything for the longest time. "You know she already gave me her numbers, emails, and other stuff while we cuddled this morning. Then she sucked me dry and frikkin thanked me for my cum. No lady has ever thanked me before, wild. I am betting I could text her right now. Tell her I wanted her till she left for work Monday. To pack her work clothes. To put on colorful thigh highs, the tallest heel she has, and the skimpiest thongs she has. Then she needs to throw a coat over that and give her my address. Tell her to leave the coat and work clothes in the car, get out, go to the front door, and ring the doorbell. I mean, stand there at my door in only heels, stockings, and little panties. Then, wait for me to unlock it and wait for me to get there. Right now, she would do this. I have no clue about Monday with two days between."

"Yeah, that's the nice thing about ring doorbells and electronic doors, huh? You seriously think you have that type of control already?"

"No, I know I have put her in that much lust right now, at this moment. The longer in time she does not get recharged, the less influence I have. I know that from working on my master's in psychology."

Okay, I am game. Text her. While you are doing that. What I want from this is pictures, video, and her being instructed to fuck me in some manner while she tells me everything. I mean everything. Slapping, spitting, peeing, everything. I want her to get climaxes and orgasms often, but not so often that they are no longer special. Train her however you want. The only catch is that you tell me what your plans are at the start before you do them. Not in lots of details, but like if you say you are going to make her a free-use whore for an evening at our place and any of your friends, male or female, can stop by and use her, then let me know. That type."

He turned his phone to me. Her response was, 'Let me think about it and find out what my hubby has in mind for the weekend.' I will get back to you. This sounds exciting. About the time I finished reading this, my phone binged.

"Hey, where are you? Do we have any plans for the rest of the weekend? I might have a chance to go do stuff and hang out with a few friends, but it might mean you won't see me until after work on Monday. What do you think?" That was the text that appeared. It is not a lie, but it is not the full truth either. I twisted the phone so Daniel could see. If she is gone, give me a chance to meet and deal with Josh. Also, it will tell me just how far she is into this with Daniel.

"Okay, several more things. If she comes over like you invited her. I get as much footage even if you make her call me while you are fucking her so I can hear. Open your laptop and do a live feed for nasty stuff or just fun things. What are your sexual plans? The rest I am not interested in right now." As I was saying this to Daniel, I texted her, saying, 'If you have a chance to go hang, go hang, just be careful out there.' I also explained that I would be a little longer. Just let me know when you leave.

Daniel spun his phone around. "I think you are getting your wish on her to become my property faster than either of us expected. She must really be sexually starving, man." Her response was, 'Daddy, oh, Daddy.' I can cum play. How soon would you like me to be there?

He replied while I watched, ASAP. Be dressed as commanded, or I won't let you in, and you will be sent home. I am going to treat you as fuck meat property. So think carefully. Do you understand, baby girl?"

"Yes, daddy." Was her lightning reply. I took my phone, logged into the security camera, and turned the mics on low. I turned it so we could both watch.

He laughed as he saw her trying to hurry to pack a bag. She pulled a pantsuit off the hangers and folded it into the bag, then added a pair of neutral-colored flats, some knee-high hose, a matching set of panties, and a bra. She went into the bathroom and grabbed her shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, and a few other things.

"Crap forgot something Daniel said. I need to text her in a hurry." His text said to bring your favorite toys, a charge cord for some intimate shopping at a store I know, blindfold cuffs, and anything else you want me to torture you with. We watched as she read the text, headed to all the drawers where she had hidden things, and tossed them into a bag.

Sorry, dude, but we have no bondage toys. You will have to take her to get that; just hit me up for half the cost, was my comment on his text.

"Wait, I just realized that you want me basically naked in daylight at your front door. Is that safe? Won't I get arrested?" Was her sudden reply. This was followed by, " I do not have cuffs or things like that, Daddy."

"Then throw in a sheer top that is very tight on you and the shortest skirt you have so that we can shop at the adult store, I know." We could see her blush on the cams. We could also hear her cursing about this taking too long, and she couldn't believe she would wear this stuff out. Then she was like I will pack a couple of other options. Then she was out the door.

"I guess you better head out to beat her home." He just smiled when I said that

" Nah, man, we are gonna watch from here till she is in the house."

We talked more about her, the dos and don'ts, his idea of her first tattoo, and some of his basic rules for now that he will tell her. Then his ring phone notified him that there was activity in front of the house. It was a gorgeous, large, two-story home in a very upscale neighborhood. I said nothing.

We watched as she parked in his driveway. He is like, 'I love this cam system.' It has a very good field of view. We watched as she took off her jacket, and then she looked around. I wonder what color the stockings and thongs will be. I wish you would upgrade to a color cam for the bedroom Daniel said. He picked a medium or dark blue. I knew she liked blue, yellow, orange, and a darker green. I think she would go with the green. We watched as she got out of the car with only her keys and phone in hand.

"Damn, man, you called it green, and it looks delicious on her pale white body. I am torn between wanting her more tanned or leaving it so pale." He said that as she crouched down, trying to hide as a car drove by. He laughed and said that was old man Thomas and that he was blind as a bat in his side vision. She finally made it to the door. She rang the bell. He did not respond. She rang again in about a minute.

"Hello, baby girl."

"Hi, Daddy. Can you let me in, please?"

"First step back, babe, let me soak you all in. Now, slowly turn around so I can see it all. Very good. Before you get the door unlocked, you need to start masturbating for me. Just slide your hand into the panties and start rubbing your clit for me." I could not believe, first, what he was having her do and, secondly, that she was doing it.

'Good, does it feel good knowing I can see you be such an obedient slave girl, babe?"

"Oh, my gawd, yes, daddy." Was her reply as she started moaning

"Good, you are going to hear the door click in a moment. Do not stop rubbing yourself. Do go in, then open the front blinds and stand there till you get my call. Then go sit on the couch with legs spread wide open and masturbate until I get there. Do you have your phone?"

The door buzzed, and she went in. As she disappeared from sight, her hand was still in her panties, rubbing herself. He quickly dialed her phone for a video call. She answered, and she sounded like she was in the throes of a climax. She was moaning and barely able to say, 'Hi, Daddy.' I stayed where I could see the screen without being seen.

There was my beautiful wife, Holly, who was in darker green stockings and a matching green thong. Nothing else on, well, heels, but no other clothing. She was holding the phone up now, so only her face showed. Daniel was telling her not to stop until he walked into the living room. He should be there in 10 to 15 minutes.

After he got off, a jealous thought hit me. I told him that if he wanted to force her to cut her hair and dye it like red red, I was all in and would cover that 100 percent if it were something he would enjoy also. He smiled and said he would give that some thought. He said he would take some pictures of her face and hair. His older sis owns a salon. He will send them over and then talk to her on Monday after class.

With that, he got up and, before leaving, said, 'Thanks, man, I will do my best.' Please send me the stuff you were talking about. I will read it this evening and get back to you. We paid and walked out. As he got in his car, he said, 'Text me your email information, and I will send you the link for my three cameras.' I just want to record things much like you. Mine is not so much for pleasure in between as it is to glory in conquests in the past. This will be a whole new adventure and a change in thinking. To answer your question, if she commits to me, then I will have her until she wants to leave so that you will get your two or three years, no problem, most likely longer. So relax, dude. I've got your back on this thing you're doing. He walked a few paces, stopped turning, and looked at me for the longest time.

"You are a better man than me to share her, put her pleasures first and foremost over wanting sympathy and help while that crap slowly takes your life. You are way stronger and better than me." With that, he was gone.

X x x x X

I did not see my wife Holly again until Sunday night at about 8 PM, instead of Monday after work. Daniel was good to his word. I had about 300 photos sent to my email. He also sent three videos. He did have her call me twice while she was being used. I have not looked at any of what he sent before she came home. I honestly figured I had all night and all Monday. Her coming home on Sunday night changed that. I did not know what to expect or what I hoped for. I was completely blown away by her attraction and willingness to go to him almost on demand. I was not having second thoughts, but I did have concerns.

I was wondering if she would stop this once she found out why. Would she leave me once she found out why? As I got weaker and could not really perform anything anymore, would she move on? I had told Daniel I would talk to her once he was sure he had her locked in for ninety days. I was also concerned about how she would feel when she got home. How would she be and act?

X x x x x X

She walked in the door on Sunday night at 8 PM. She was wearing a jacket that went down far enough that nothing was exposed, but if she bent wrong, everything would be on display. I also had never seen this jacket before. It fit nicely, but it was a little snug. She was carrying her gym bag and two plastic shopping bags that looked filled. She did not say a word. She set down everything in her hands. She looked straight at me.

"Babe, you might want to get closer and might want to video this. You will be jerking off forever to this." She finally said after looking straight at me for what felt like five to ten minutes. I know it wasn't, but the silence and the no-emotion stare made time drag. Her expression was like the one she got when she was deep in calculating something. No emotion, no hint of anything. I mean, I am used to it, but it unnerves others. So, she said that but then she did not show any emotions yet. Well, I was curious.

I got up and moved about ten feet away, lifted my phone, and hit the record button on the video function.

Once I was in position, she unzipped the front of the jacket just far enough to pull her tits out. I gasped as they were bruised, black and blue, as well as very red, like a fresh beating right before she left.

"I know. Right? Aren't they beautiful? They were beaten for misbehaving and orgasming without permission or not orgasming when told. Did you know I can cum from tit beatings? I didn't. I didn't call him daddy the first night. He said since I have to work on Monday, he won't slap my face like he did other whores. So he tore my top open and started slapping my tits. I was told to hold my head up out of the way and put my arms behind me. It was horrible the first time. I cried a lot, I mean a lot, and begged daddy to stop. He didn't."

I was like staring and listening. My cock was so hard it hurt. I was in shock and turned on by her reaction and pride in taking the beating. She continued.

"He beat them whenever he got the chance. He even let a guy who came over to drop off some weed for us to smoke beat them. That guy got to slap them for about ten minutes. I was on full display in just panties, stockings, and heels. I was commanded to suck his black cock dry as a tip for fast service. It tasted so good to swallow it all for daddy."

I looked at her face closely to see how real she was being about this. I swear she was getting turned on by show and tell. I was struggling with regrets, panic, and an overload of horiness. I mean, what the fuck did I get my wife Holly into. What the fuck is it with her being so turned on from what happened.

"Daddy had already fucked me ass by the time the pot got there. He showed me how to roll joints the way he liked them. I smoked for the first time in my life. It was so surreal. While it mellowed me out, calming everything down, It made me very horny and very aware of what was happening also. I found that the more I thought of how he was treating me already, the wetter I got. So unreal."

"Okay, I see that. So tell me, dear, are you glad you went? Do you plan more visits? I mean, he is only 24 or 25. Sounding stupid here, but it almost sounds like you fell in love and lust?" I said this while I zoomed in on each tit with the video running. I moved back up to catch her face as she was talking. I was not sure what to expect next.

She unzipped the jacket the rest of the way and let it drop away. She had her panties on. She stood there looking at me like she was searching for a reaction to what she had been through.

"He made me drink his piss. The first couple of times, he took me to the back patio. I opened my mouth, and I was told to swallow every time it was full. If I had to puke, to puke on my own tits. I did it the first time. It was worse because once he finished, he made me lick my nipples clean of the piss and puke and swallow that, also. The second time was not as bad, but the same thing. The next three times, I held it down. Nasty, but as his slut fuck toy, he said I had to be able to drink his piss and my own piss on command. Oh, the last two times, I had to hold a large plastic glass and his cock and aim it in there and then add my own piss to the glass. I had to stand and drink it all in front of him. Gawd, that was wild and gross, but I'm so proud I can do that now."

She slowly turned around and showed me her backside.

"Oh yes, to answer the questions. Daddy will be 25 next month. Yes, I am in lust for sure with him. Yes, I fear I will fall in love with him. Yes, I will be seeing him at least one more time, as we are going back to the Bar for Country Western Night on Wednesday. Then I will spend the night with him and go to work from his place in the morning. Is that okay, sweetheart?"

I looked at her for the longest time, hearing this. I was videoing the floor at this statement from her. I finally replied. "Are you sure that is what you want to do? If it truly is what you want, come Wednesday, I will not stop you. I will be worried, but I won't stop you. I mean. I did kinda start this."

Then my loving wife, completely naked now, drops to her knees and tells me she can not fuck me, well, not in her cunt or ass, but her mouth, hand, and tits are available. Then she thought and added that it was only for the next ninety days, then her daddy would revisit it. But from now on, her worthless whore white cunt and ass belong to blacks only. After she uttered those startling words, she went to work sucking my cock. She only broke in to tell me more of her thoughts now and then.

"Oh my gawd, babe, this is the hardest you have been in a very long time. Does this really turn you on? I never thought I would be turned on by rough, abusive sex. But there you have it, the sexual beatings and the piercing and tat and all that he said he had planned for me was so erotic to hear." Then she went back to suck. Then she started deepthroating. She explained she needed to practice getting the cock down her throat easily and still make nasty noise for daddy.

She stopped just as I was getting very close to cumming. She went to teasing with just the tip of her tongue as she spoke. "You know, I owe you an apology. For the last few years, you've been bugging me about doing this, babe. I thought you hated me and were trying to get rid of me. It hurt. It made me feel unloved. Even though you told me you loved me, that didn't matter. I was appalled. More so when you started talking about me being "used" (she did air quotes as she looked up at me) by black men for their pleasure. I was so taken aback that it made me sick, sick enough to throw up at times. I finally, out of desperation, spoke to Kelly, my college best friend. I was shocked to find out she had been with a black man, even since she had been married. She said I was lucky as you want me to do this. She has to sneak around behind her hubby's back when she needs her fix of black cock. She made it sound so nasty, sexual, and amazing. That's when I did it, babe. I decided to try one time and started looking."

She smiled and then asked if I wanted my cum on her face, in her throat, or just in the mouth to swallow. I smiled and said that it was her choice. I was just happy that I could be hard enough to have a choice, and then I laughed. She started throating me with vigor then. I barely lasted a minute with her onslaught to my cock. I grew in her throat and then erupted. I sent rope after rope erupting down her throat. She was making gulping and gagging noises. This made me cum harder and more. This was the nastiest she had been in our entire marriage.

She got up and looked at me with the biggest smile. "Sweetheart, the love of my life, please, I need to go shower, clean up, and do some personal stuff. Can I finish about my weekend after, please?" I just nodded yes as I watched her backside head to the bedroom.

When I looked up and down her naked body for the first time, I noticed she had two tattoos in her pussy area. One was very stylized, featuring roses and something I couldn't make out in the brief glance I got. The others were three cherries.

X x x x X

"Not sure what all you did, but she is happy and even showing off the results with what she called her sexual beating. Want to give me a clue what to expect once she is out of the shower?" This was the text I sent to Daniel.

I followed up quickly with the information. I had not yet viewed anything he sent to me. That I had not had a chance.

"May I suggest you watch and listen to the video and look through the pictures? Then we can meet tomorrow evening. I think going through it in person is way better than texting." Was his response. This frustrated me as I was struggling with anxiety, jealousy, curiosity, and outright panic. So, waiting one more day is already making me crazy just reading this.

"Give me two major items she said or asked for or about to be listening for."

He answered, listening to her request about ownership and her moving in. That's all I will say. On a side note, I showed my sis the picture of her and her hair. She thinks to leave long and not fucking red hair, to quote her. She thinks she can lighten it to be more blond and add silver-streaked highlights." I replied, Do it on the hair. I agree that she would look hot and younger, for sure.

I followed up again after considering what he had typed. "Dude, I told you one condition was you keep me informed, so answer this. She said no white cock in her fuck holes for at least ninety days, then she said Wednesday night at a bar and going to work from there. My question is, what happens after Wednesday? She got a pouty look?"

I was afraid he would not answer before she came back. "I told Holly that after Wednesday after she leaves, we were taking a break from each other for nine or ten days. No texts, calls, or visits from her unless I send her something. Then, only answer what she is asked and no more. Once that time is up, the three of us will meet."

I thanked him and looked down to see that I was getting hard thinking about what he had said to watch for and what she had said in the first few minutes at home.

PART 2

Her version of what happened, what I saw and heard, and what he sent. When she came back from cleaning up, all she had on was a loose-fitting pair of running shorts and nothing else. As she came out of the hallway into the living room and the family room area, she started talking like she had to empty her thoughts before she forgot them all. She was smiling and still sounded giddy. I could tell that telling me was forcing her to relive the experience.

I was seated in the family room with the tube on to sports, not knowing how long and if she would have a letdown and fall asleep once cleaned up. I will admit that I opened the first ten photos he had sent, which put me in a super turned-on mood and left me in shock. The first picture in the list was her kneeling in the grass, her tits and legs covered in vomit, and a puddle of it between her legs. His cock, huge cock was peeing right into her open mouth. Her eyes were looking right into the camera. The next one I randomly opened was her ass up, head down, holding the ass checks apart. Her fuck holes were gaping, and cum draining out. One other to share was the pick of the pot guy slapping her tits. It was so raw. Her expression. Her tits flew away as the hand impacted. Her hands grasp each other behind her back. I could hear the scream just by looking at the picture.

Do not get me wrong on this. This was my idea, and I still think it's a good reason. At the same time, I did not expect her to find her own person and for them to be so rough, aggressive, and, well, young. I am fighting jealousy, concern, confusion, and overwhelming horniness. None, I mean, absolutely none of this makes any sense. The lady that was yelling at me is on a collision course to be like the porn movies I have watched of my own, control on demand fuck toy for a young black man. Only this young man is aggressive, dominant, and rough, and it appears that BDSM is part of his love language. Worse, she seems to have fallen for him and is not able to admit it yet. This is both good and bad.

"Okay, let's start with how I lied to you about going to hang out with friends. I went to his house. But it did not begin as I expected. It started with a text. He basically asked how I was and how serious I was. So, I texted and asked you about plans. When you replied that you didn't have any, I agreed to go over to his place. Oh my gawd dear, he had me strip except for panties and stand on his porch. It turns out he has a nice, large, two-story home in a friendly community. He has a Ring doorbell so he could watch me.

I am not sure where he was. It sounded like a gym in the background. He told me to stand there with my hands in my panties and rub myself until the door clicked to let me. Once he let me in, he texted me and told me to open the living room curtain but never stop rubbing while I was doing it. I fucking almost collapsed by the window with a huge climax. I made it through that. Then he had me sit in the middle of the couch, legs spread as wide I could get them, and rub on myself till he got there. It took him about 20 minutes to get there. I was on my third climax when he walked in, and he stood and watched. He told me not to stop. I think I whimpered, but I wanted to stop as I was on the edge of cascading. Instead, he walked behind the couch and started kissing me. He was feeling me up. I was bouncing right into another climax that was even more intense than the others.

"This was when I realized he was going to be rough and aggressive and control me like I was a fuck toy. He grabbed my tits from behind and squeezed them hard and kept squeezing until I was screaming. The whole time he kept telling me I better not stop rubbing my cunt. I was in pain and fast approaching a climax. The dichotomy of the intense pain and the pleasure almost fried my brain right there. You know how I have to try to analyze anything I do not understand? Well, that shit kicked in in the back of my head. That is what drove me, I feel now, for the rest of my time there. It did not make sense then, and it still doesn't now. Yet, as I sit here, I want to be slapped and my nipples twisted. Yet I see my husband, and I only want love from him, from you. Am I making any sense? Anyway, he then ordered me to open my mouth. I did, fully thinking a cock was going down my throat. Also, keep this image in your head. My tits were being squeezed and twisted back and forth, and I was feverishly rubbing one out. He spits in my mouth, then drips saliva in it and spits again. He was yelling at me not to close my eyes or shut my mouth. My brain was freaking and frying at the same time, and I convulsed into a massive climax bordering on orgasm."

"As he would grip one tit, he started slapping the other. I mean, slap like hard as fuck. It hurt to the point I cried and screamed. He told me it was good to experience this, so I remembered I was completely his, and he could use me however he fucking wanted. You know what was horrible about this, honey?"

"No, please tell me."

"I was enjoying this and hating it at the same time. I was confused, and I was turned on both. I had never been so aggressively, border fuckin on line abused. I never stopped rubbing myself. My hands were still down my panties, rubbing my clit. He alternated back and forth between my tits for what felt like ever, but it wasn't but maybe five minutes. All of this felt like an hour, but when I looked at the clock finally, since he let me in the house, and all the torture had been only 40 minutes, counting his drive time. In that short time, without anything sexual, as I knew it, other than my fingers, I had climaxed a lot and orgasmed right up till he stopped."

"He stopped as suddenly as he had started. He walked around to face me. And was so gentle. We cuddled, and he told me this was going to be all about learning the darker side of him owning me and being at his beck and call. I told him I had not agreed to anything like that yet. He stood up and told me to leave then. He said he was under the impression I was here because I needed to feel his cock in me again. I confessed that was true. He then said that if I would lie to my husband and come over and do everything I was told to, including stripping in broad daylight on his front porch, then he owned me. Then he asked me a question that hit me as funny and kinda hard both."

"Oh really, what was the questions?"

"It has been gnawing in the back of my thoughts, but gawd, all the new sensation and his aggressive nature was getting to me again. No clue how someone this young knew so much and got to me so quickly. Oh, and the question - well, he went. Why are you doing this? Is your old man dying and not able to perform, or maybe he has some type of cancer that's killing him slowly, and you need an escape? I honestly laughed and said, 'Not a chance.' I just, well, I told him, okay fuck it, I will just say it, I am fucking falling in love with this kid, and it is all based on his sex skills. And his command over my mind apparently as here was this young man telling me he owned me and I was his property, and my cunt was juicing."

"I am dying from a slow cancer, though, so you were not completely accurate. Please go on with the story; I'm getting so hard again. He sounds like he just took control from the minute he walked in." So there it was out. It seemed the right time based on her just saying she loved him.

There was this long silence, and then she finally started again. "So, after a few minutes of quiet cuddling, I finally said it to him. I said I am here because I fear I am falling in love with you, the person - Daniel. I am for sure am in love with your version of sex. He grabbed my hair, twisted it up, and said before we go further, look at me. He said never fucking ever say the "l" word unless I meant it. To him, that meant he would spend the next 90 days training me over and over, and I would be expected to move in with him soon and be trained. Just pack up all your work clothes and move in. He then said he would be tattooing my cunt on Saturday and doing some other things. Then he flipped me in my swift move, using my hair as leverage, over his lap, and started spanking my ass hard. I was screaming and crying again. I also realized I was not fingering my cunt anymore, and it was just pouring juices out of it as he beat my ass. He repeated over and over tell me if you really love me or ur just a horny whiter bitch wanting black cock. Then he goes do you agree to live with me, to become a bi-bitch with a girlfriend I pick for you? To drink piss whenever and wherever told and to fuck, I me fuck, no faking. Tell me what your...."

"Wait, what? You are serious about the cancer thing. Are you serious? Are you dying? What the fuck, you better tell me that was a joke, you better not..."

This is when the tears poured from her, hard bawling. She was unable to form a sentence when it hit her. I was not kidding. I was serious. I held her close. This stopped the storytelling for a time. That night was spent reassuring her that she was fine and did nothing wrong, and it was what I wanted, what she did, and what she would continue to do.

The rest of her weekend story and here Wednesday at the CW night at the bar will follow if there are any positive comments.