Revelations and New Beginnings

REVELATIONS AND NEW BEGINNINGS

I sat on the edge of my favorite chair, left arm on the arm rest and chin resting in my palm as I leaned forward and awaited what my wife wished to impart. She had asked that I come straight home from work and said she needed to talk to me before we went to the company celebratory party. Business was skyrocketing and we had become a multi-billion dollar enterprise. Since I usually came right home from the office after work, for her to ask me to do so gave me the impression that something important was happening. So, of course, I did as she asked. When I arrived home she immediately directed me to take a seat.

Perched on the front edge of the cushion of the chair, I watched with rapt attention as Carmen glided towards the chair directly across the slender center table from mine. Small and waifishly slender, Carmen was a nymphlike beauty possessing a skin tone similar to burnished copper that seemed to glow with an entrancing warmth like the effect of a rubicund splash of color at the edge of the world which heralds the birth of a new day, mousy brown hair that fell in a tumultuous cascade of waves to the small of her back and which sparked beneath the light with the glint of carnelian embers as highlights, and a face possessing the attributes of a fashion model.

Carmen had, in fact, once desired to be a fashion model. She'd even begun the initial phase of entering the profession, but then fate took a hand and that career path fell by the wayside for her. In other words, she became pregnant. Of course her having a child did not have to be the end of her career and she planned to get herself back on track shortly after the child was born. But again fate had other ideas and she almost immediately found herself pregnant again. After our second little girl was born we had an argument about whether or not she would again attempt to seek employment as a model. When I say we had an argument, what I really mean is that she argued about it. She argued both sides of the issue with anger, frustration, and a bit of fear that she would no longer measure up to the physical standards required for the profession. I just served the purpose of being a sounding board she could unleash the fury of her thoughts and feelings upon.

"You don't have to give up just because we have a couple of children, " I informed her one night as we were getting ready for the Christmas Eve party being held in the executive offices of the company I worked for. I reminded her that Tyra Banks was a mother.

"Tyra Banks didn't carry or give birth to any children. She employed a surrogate."

"How about Adrianna Lima, Cindy Crawford, Heidi Klum?"

"You know, your encouragement would work a lot better if you just stop knocking me up," she murmured under her breath.

I walked over to where she stood and wrapped my arms around her from behind.

"I would stop knocking you up if you weren't such an irresistible and insatiable little nympho," I had breathed gently in her ear.

Carmen and I sat across from each other for a long moment and did not speak. It was as if she was having a hard time composing what it was that she wanted to say. When she spoke there was a serious expression on her face.

"I know what you're trying to do," she finally stated. "For the last couple of days you've been sexually teasing me and filling me with relentless desire. You know this is my fertile time, and you know how hot I get when I'm ovulating."

I did know.

Wordlessly, I vacated my seat and walked over to where she was. Moving to stand behind her, I bent down and lowered my face into the crux of her neck where I flickered the pointed tip of my tongue against the sensitive flesh there, knowing it to be one of her various erogenous zones and wanting to give her a rise in that always smoldering area between her slender thighs.

"Stop that." She said, pulling away from me. "If you keep that up we won't make it to the party."

"We don't have to go. We could stay home and...."

"And what? Create baby number three? I don't think so." I watched with admiration as she slid the slender, delicate fingers of both hands down the front of her hot pink evening dress. The hot pink of her professionally painted fingernails shimmered as she sought to smooth the fabric across the flatness of her abdomen. It never ceased to amaze me that she never got fat during pregnancy like some women, but remained her girlishly slim self. When she was at her most gravid only her tummy would swell, and following her giving birth it would resumed its flat state almost instantly with only the presence of distended skin there to mark her as having given birth. "You know you can't blow this off. It's obligatory."

Turning away from me, She grabbed her coat and proceeded to leave the room.

"Come on. We don't want to be late," she said. "Shit. Now you're gonna have me wanting to fuck during the entire time we're at the party. You know how I get when my pussy is hot for it. You remember what happened at your high school reunion three years ago."

I was well aware that I couldn't miss the party, and I had no intention of doing so. As for what had happened at my high school reunion.... It was the memory of what had taken place that day that had me treating her the way I was. I wanted her pussy to be an overheated cauldron of lust when we went to the party. I'd mde arrangements I was sure would be a thrill for the both of us.

Thinking back with a warm smile, I remembered that we had just begun our relationship and were fucking like steroid enhanced rabbits at the time. On the date of my first high school reunion (five years after graduation) I had teased her relentlessly, keeping her succulent young cunt on perpetual simmer. I figured I would build her up and build her up so that following the soiree we would go back to my place and have the most explosive and mind numbing sex. It almost didn't work out that way. Instead, what happened is that I got Carmen so worked up she lost it. I found her in one of the empty classrooms with a tall, muscular, blonde haired man. The hem of her dress was around her waist, her legs were spread with her cute pale lavender panties hanging from one ankle, and a long, fat, white cock was plundering the depths of her heavily creaming black pussy.

I broke them up and took her home. We argued all during the drive about what had happened and she blamed me for what had transpired. She explained that she had a hard time denying her sexual urges. She said that she tried to control herself but when she saw Brian and his wife arrive (both of them stunning blondes with blue eyes and fantastic physiques) she couldn't help but to give in to temptation.

Carmen apologized for her behavior and promised to never cheat on me again so I forgave her. We then spent the night having the most glorious carnal marathon of pleasure. For me, it was perversely pleasurable. I kept remembering the sight of her wet black cunt wrapped around the prodigious girth of the man's long, white cock as I was eating her out. When the image rose to mind it made me crave her more and embarrassed me. I found it embarrassing because each time I was assailed by the vision of her being fucked by him I buried my face between her slender bronze thighs and dug my tongue deep inside her, wanting to taste the obscene combination of their juices.

However, that we spent the rest of the night having make-up sex was not what she was talking about. What she was referring to was how nine months later she gave birth to our first daughter and during the entire time of her pregnancy she had been worried that the child might not be mine and I would leave her.

I should clarify now that when the child was born it was obvious from the start that I was not her biological father. The baby was born with a tone of skin that was lighter than her mother's and a curly crop of hair the hue of wet golden sand. When she was presented to me the nurse stood a little too close and watched my reaction, as if concerned I would do something to harm the child. What neither Carmen nor the nurse could know was that, while Carmen was worried about my reaction and that she would find herself alone, during those nine months I was growing closer and closer to both the mother and the unborn child.

While Carmen seemed to dread the situation and its possible consequences, I found them to be extremely revealing of myself. On the one hand, when I thought about seeing Carmen with the white guy in the classroom I felt a sense of jealousy and pain course through my heart in a continuous wave of heat and I would think of how much she acted like a slut when she was with him. On the other hand, when I thought about seeing Carmen with the white guy in the classroom I was overwhelmed by how hot the scene was and how much she looked and acted like the most beautiful and perfect little black slut, writhing whorishly beneath him while her arms and legs clasped his body to hers. The more I thought about it the more profoundly it affected me. I began to imagine her cheating on me with other men. I found myself jerking off as I imagined walking in on her while she was being fucked by one of our neighbors or her going out on a date with a stranger and then bringing him home and having him fuck her right in front of me. And the more I thought of it happening the more I wanted it to happen. However, she had made a promise to not cheat on me again and I was sure she planned to keep it.

As for the pregnancy and birth of the child, I wasn't the least bit worried about how the baby was conceived. I truthfully did not question whether the baby was mine or not. If that had been a question in my mind, I could have simply requested a non-invasive prenatal paternity test. But the issue of biology was the furthest thing from my mind. Carmen was carrying a new life inside her and I was sure that life would be beautiful no matter how it was conceived. I wanted to be a part of that.

What I realized from my experience of those nine months was that I loved Carmen for who she was and that I was looking forward to the life we would share together. I didn't want her to change. She had confessed to having an extremely high sexual nature... I wanted to share in that too.

I convinced her to marry me before the birth of our first child. I believe part of the reason she agreed was that it gave her a sense of security and stability to look forward to. I wanted that for her too. I wanted her to know she could trust in our love and that I would be there to support her and our family.

When we said our "I do's" I think I surprised her when I announced aloud as a part of our vows that I released her from the promise she'd made. At first she appeared confused, but when I reached out to tenderly caress the swell of her belly and said I want her to be her and that I accepted all that comes with it, she understood and tears of happiness streamed in gleaming wet lines down her cheeks.

"I love you," she had said.

As I watched her go from the room, my eyes following the seductive gentle sway of her slender hips as she moved. I felt my mouth water at the sight. I couldn't help it. Every time I caught sight of that cute, little golden ass of hers I wanted to kiss and caress it. I wanted to bury my face in the warmth between the smooth, tight cheeks of her buttocks to press my lips against the tender, brown furred lips of her twat and eat her out until she squirt a hot, fragrant stream of her delicious nectar over my tongue and down my throat.

Grabbing my coat, I followed her downstairs, past the babysitter, to the car. At the car I pinned her against its passenger side door and kissed her as I ran my hand down along the side of her body. I could feel her trim form relax and virtually melt into mine as she raised one leg to hook behind my thigh while wrapping her arms around me and kissing me back. When our lips parted she looked up at me.

"I know what you're doing. Are you sure this is what you really want? If this happens there won't be any going back. I mean, this is a party where you work. Everybody you work with will know about it," she said.

"And what will they say? Damn! That black motherfucker's wife is hot! Yeah, she's hot alright. She's a nasty little nigger hot wife," I mimicked, leering at her lewdly as I exaggeratedly licked my tongue over my lips as if observing the tastiest dish. "That's a proper nigger bitch if there ever was one. White fucked and white bred. And she bred white first, like a black slut is supposed to. I heard she spread her legs for so and so at the party. Wonder if they sent her home carrying another white baby...."

Carmen stared at me for a long moment, her eyes both serious and smoldering with lust. The topaz of her hazel eyes flared with heat, boring into me as if they were overheated embers trying to peer into the depths of something dark. I immediately realized she was trying to gauge the depths of the desire I was displaying and whether the darkness of my intention matched the perverse nature of her own sexual intimations.

"Is that what you want?" She asked when she spoke.

"What?"

"Do you want me to be a nigger bitch? A white cock loving black slut?"

"Yeah," I answered with barely any hesitation.

"And how long have you had this desire to be my cuck?"

"I knew I wanted you to fuck other men, especially white men, shortly after I caught you with Brian at my high school reunion. I had thought you were hot before that, but after seeing you with him it was as if your hotness meter rose to a level I never dreamed was possible," I replied as I continued to hold her pinned to the side of the car with my body. For her part, Carmen began to writhe enticingly. Seductively. Coaxing the full truth from me. "It was the sight of you being fucked by a hot white guy that made me realize I really loved you."

"Wait. The sight of another man railing me made you realize you were in love with me?" She asked with a frown. Despite her obvious confusion, she remained aroused. Leaning forward, she murmured softly in my ear. "And how did seeing me with my arms and legs wrapped around a white man's strong, muscular body as he pounded his long, fat, white dick into my wet black cunt make you know you loved me?"

" I don't really know how to explain it. I mean I was experiencing so many different things at the time. Anger, jealousy, admiration, lust.... It all just exploded within me until all I could feel and all I could see was like the heat and light of an exploding star." I caressed her cheek tenderly with the tips of my fingers. "That's how I knew I loved you and wanted to share a life with you."

"And the reason you were so calm about the paternity of the child was...?"

"Because I had already made my choice, and that choice was you. I knew I loved you. I knew I wanted you. And I knew I wanted everything that came with you." I pulled back just enough that I could look in her eyes."When I saw you with Brian.... When I saw how you were with him. The way you encircled his body with your legs and your fingers dug into his arms as your body undulated whorishly beneath him let me know that what I was seeing was not only the vision of a black woman being taken by a white man, it was the vision of a back woman who possessed a yearning to be taken by a white man. I was a little confused at first. But after taking some time to think about it, I realized you not only desired white cock, you needed it. I was not the epitome of the perfect man to you. Brian was a representation of the man of your dreams. The man you fantasized about fucking whenever you played with that sweet, black slit between your thighs was tall, muscular, blonde haired, blue eyed and white skinned."

Carmen slowly disengaged herself from me and slid away to the side to escape from the manner in which I held her pinned against the car. She released her breath in a long sigh as if some pressing weight had been lifted from her.

"I'm glad you know that. From the first moment I began to have sexual thoughts, my dreams and fantasies have been of white men. The truth is a white man was my first, and every man I've ever had sex with besides you has been white. I never even considered black men sexually before you. My first desire was to have a white boy fall in love with me and make me his girlfriend. As I grew a little older that changed to my wanting to marry a white guy, make love to a white guy, and have children by a white guy. When I first had sex I let a white guy named Greg, who I really liked, pop my cherry and I came so hard I knew I had made the right choice to ignore my black girlfriends who warned that people would think I was a white cock slut and call me a nigger bitch. By the time that first night was over, Greg had fucked me at least five times and I had cum so much I'd lost count. The night started with me being a hot, little black virgin, but when morning came I greeted it as a completely different person. I didn't care if other people thought I was a white cock slut. I knew I was a white cock girl. I had suspected it all along and that night proved it. As for my being considered a nigger bitch, I knew that was true too." She gazed into my eyes without even a hint of shame or embarrassment. "Do you know the difference between a black girl who has sex with her white boyfriend and a true nigger bitch? The black girl who is fucking her white boyfriend is in love and thinks he is the one. A nigger bitch, on the other hand, realizes she was created for the sole purpose of being a sexual pleasure toy for white men and women. I had no doubt that I was a nigger bitch and was not offended when I was referred to as one. In fact, it turned me on when I was called a nigger bitch. Nothing made my cunt wetter than when a white man or woman called me a nigger. Having a dominant white man or woman call me a nigger never failed to make my panties drop and turn me into a submissive little, black fuckdoll to be used for their pleasure.

"Ain't that the most twisted shit you've ever heard?" She asked.

"It is twisted by normal convention, yeah. But what's twisted like painful coils of barbed wire to some is twisted like strawberry flavored twizzlers to others. I think it's perverse and obscene and degrading and depraved," I said, shaking my head with a chuckle.

When I laughed a surprised look appeared on Carmen's face. Then she laughed with me.

"I don't believe this, I figured most black people would find my enjoyment of being dominated like a black slave girl serving her white master to be repulsive. But you.... You get off on it."

I most definitely did. The image that immediately appeared in my head was of Carmen's petite figure placed on her hands and knees while some giant of a man with blue eyes and an oversized white prick was kneeling behind her with his hands grasping her by her hair to control her as he pounded at her cream slathered, brown haired black cunt. I envisioned the long, fat pillar of his slickened shaft as it moved in and out of her wide stretched snatch, causing her to squirt repeatedly, and recalled the smell that filled the air with a savory oceanic tint which made my arousal at the sight intensify and my taste buds tingle.

"The memory of you and Brian is still vivid despite the time that has passed. And it still affects me, despite the time that has passed." I admitted. I was almost drooling and Carmen picked up on that.

"And are you also reminiscing about the way my fertile black cunt tasted after it was spiced with the potent seed of my white baby-daddy?" She asked. She gazed at me, her eyes filled with mischievous humor and the intense excitement of her own perverse recollections. "I remember how, after our argument, you ate me out like you couldn't get enough of burying your face between my legs that night. You didn't let me shower first or do anything to clean my dripping wet pussy. Instead, when we got home you immediately threw me to the floor, forced my thighs apart, and spent two hours with your lips and tongue licking and sucking at my juicing gash. Your lips clamped tightly to the plump labes of my lust swollen, hair fringed labia and your tongue flickering and swirling at and around the coral bud of my erect clit, driving me crazy with pleasure."

"The way your glorious snatch and the cute roundness of your ass looked, shimmering in the light, frosted with thick, gooey ropes of glaze matting your pubic bush and streaking the coppery smoothness of your skin, I couldn't resist it. Besides, the way I remember it, you didn't have any complaints. You had your slim legs locked around my head and was humping and swirling your hips in a constant fucking motion, grinding your overheated pussy against my mouth as you came in scalding gushes of delicious squirt that splashed over my lips and tongue in torrential streams."

"What was there to complain about? It was the most extremely exciting and intensely perverse thing I had ever experienced. Hell, throughout the entire time you were eating me out all I could think about was nastiness of it. I kept thinking things like: Damn, I can't believe he's eating me out right now. He just saw a white guy fucking me and he's tonguing my gaping snatch like it's his last meal; and I really love the way his tongue feels inside me after I've been fucked; and I wonder if he likes the way I taste after I've been fucked. He seems to like it. He's cleaning out the mess so well with his tongue I won't need to douche when he's done."

"Wow!" I gasped in amazement. We had been married for two years and we'd never shared so intimate and revealing a conversation. We had also never been so vividly honest.

"So did you like it?" She asked.

"Like what?"

"Like being a clean up bitch and eating me out after a white guy had fucked me?"

"Clean up bitch.... What,,,,?"

"It's what they call a man who eats another man's cum from his wife's cunt. He's considered the beta while the man fucking his wife is the alpha and tongues his wife's pussy when they finish. So, yeah. Just like they have terms to refer to a married woman who fucks other men, there are also names that the husband is called. Clean up bitch is one of the titles bestowed upon men whose wives want to fuck other men and who like licking up the mess from her used cunt afterwards," Carmen giggled meanly. Next she spoke in imitation of two masculine voices as if they were speaking to each other..

"Big, strong, black man can't handle his wife or give her what she needs."

"That hot, little, nigger slut he's married to fucks white men and doesn't care who knows."

"Yeah, everybody knows what a nasty, little, white cock loving whore she is. I mean, there are the videos of her fucking white guys, eating their cocks, being ass fucked, double penetrated and gangbanged."

"There's a rumor that she really likes for white men to creampie her and she never uses birth control with white men because she likes knowing that when she's fucking white she's taking the risk that she may be breeding white."

"That's not a rumor, she definitely breeds white. She only has one kid by her husband, her other four are by white men. I hear her husband gets off on her fucking white guys and encourages her to do it."

"What a loser."

"Bet he's not just a cuckold. That nigger probsbly eats her pussy after she's been fucked like a good little clean-up bitch."

I gasped in surprise, my heartbeat quickening at what she'd said. and the way she'd said it. From her tone of voice, she seemed to find the idea of other people saying such things about me to be sexually enticing. It was as if she had suddenly realized an additional enhancement to thrill her. At that moment Carmen was realizing that she liked the idea of dominating and humiliating me sexually. And, as she was making that discov ery about herself, I was coming to the realization that I liked the idea of her dominating and humiliating me sexually as well. Then I recalled something particular she'd stated.

"Four children by white men and only one by me...? I thought you didn't want to have any more kids for a while. We were just arguing about it." I stated. "What about your modelling career?"

"You're the one who still thinks I could have a modelling career. I was thinking my opportunity for modelling was over. And now, if we do this and I become a whorish black slutwife, no modelling agency will want me. The best I could hope for would be that I get work doing porn. But, of course, it would have to be private amateur porn because they rarely put raceplay porn out in the mainstream," Carmen responded. "And as for me having more kids.... I never said that I didn't want any more kids. What I said was I wanted you to stop getting me pregnant. If we're changing the parameters of our marriage to a nigger bitch - nigger cuck relationship, I want it to be unrestricted. That's what you want too, isn't it? I mean, didn't you release me from my promise not to cheat on you at our wedding?

"David, I'm serious. All those things I said are things I want. If we're going to open our marriage it won't just be about me fucking white guys for your pleasure. It will be more about my living out my sexual fantasies and you enjoying the fruits of my sexual freedom. I won't try to be discreet and hide it from people because sooner or later they are going to find out and, if they think I was trying to keep it a secret, they will get the impression I am ashamed of my sexual nature. I am not ashamed of my hunger for white cock or that I love being a nigger fucktoy, so I will fuck white guys openly. I want to be treated like the nastiest slut and get double penetrated, be gangbanged, and participate in orgies. And if that's not enough for everyone to know I'm a white cock slut, there will be no doubt of it when they see the videos some of my lovers will be making of our times together and that I will encourage them to show their friends and your co-workers or see the children that are conceived when I breed white," she said. "And, yes, I definitely want that. I want white men to fuck me and breed me like a hot nigger slut should be bred. Do you know that when we were married I fantasized about a white guy fucking me and impregnating me on our wedding night? You know, like kings used to do with girls they wanted on the girl's wedding night. Slave masters used to do that to beautiful black girls on their wedding nights too. And when you stood at the altar and released me from my promise not to cheat on you that made the desire become almost overwhelming."

"So why didn't you act on it?"

"There were too many uncertainties. Were you saying it to show that you trusted me and knew I wouldn't fuck another guy again? Were you saying it to let me know you would accept me making mistakes? Or were you encouraging me to have sex with other guys? And if you were giving me the go ahead to fuck other guys, what were the limitations you expected me to put on it? Did I have to have secret affairs or could I be openly slutty? And then there was the issue of the usage of protection. Did you want me to use birth control or did you want - not just expect, but actually desire- me to breed with another man? The more I thought about it the wetter my pussy got.

"But I restrained myself."

"Again. Why?" I inquired.

Carmen lowered her eyes and a smile of pure pleasure appeared on her face that seemed to create an aura of warmth that encompassed her entire existence.

"Because I fell in love with you and I didn't want to lose you," she replied softly. "You see, though you were unaware of my slutty nature at the time, Brian seemed to pick up on it immediately. I mean it was as if he knew exactly what type of whore I was. The first thing he said to me was that I was the hottest nigger bitch he had ever seen and that he was planning to knock me the fuck up at the first opportunity. With that as an opening pickup line, how could I resist. And then he had that monster white cock to back up his boast, so I melted into that submissive black sex-doll you saw when you caught us. You thought you had stopped us, but we had been fucking for a while before you found us. He'd already cum inside me twice, each time he came he reminded me that he was trying to impregnate me and in response to his reminders I would beg him to fill my cunt with his spunk and plant his seed deep. I responded to him the way I did because he wanted to breed a nigger bitch and I was a nigger bitch who wanted to be bred white.

"The full truth is I wasn't in love with you then. We were just going out. And after you caught me with Brian I wasn't worried about whether the child would turn out as having been fathered by Brian. I wanted to breed white and was hoping the baby was conceived with him. My initial worry was that, as I didn't have any family to lean on for help, I would have to deal with the situation alone. But then you stepped up and I saw you in a whole new light. Even knowing the kid might not be yours, you didn't treat me like I was tainted but drew me into your life so completely that I felt as if I was enclosed in a security blanket. I couldn't help but recognize the depth of your love and respond by returning the love you gave. So when you asked me to marry you, I accepted your proposal with a soaring heart and didn't even think about what I would be giving up as far as my desire for white men was concerned. At least I didn't think about that sexual aspect of my life until you released me from my promise not to cheat. And the main reason I haven't stepped out with anyone else is because I am committed completely to this marriage and to you."

"We have that in common," I agreed. "I love you and am completely committed to you. But I was just thinking.... How weird is it that we both fell in love because you fucked a white man and got pregnant when we were dating? I mean, most couples would have broken up over that."

"Most men would have at least acted like they were repulsed by the sight of their woman being fucked by another man. They would have yelled at her and called her all sorts of sluts and whores before leaving them to fend for themselves. You, on the other hand, gave me a proper tongue lashing. First in anger, then you gave me a tongue lashing of a different sort. It's like we're freaks of a feather."

"I guess." I shrugged.

"And you still want this, even knowing how people will be talking about us?"

I drew Carmen back to me. I pressed a brief peck to her lips.

"I can handle it if you can... Slut." I teased playfully.

"Cuckold," Carmen quipped back.

"Nigger bitch."

"Fluffer." She giggled. Smoothing the tips of her dainty caramel hued fingers down the side of my face, she moved her mouth back to mine and flicked the moist, pink tip of her tongue out against my lips. "If you're ready to get this show on the road, I'm down.

"One more thing, I'm guessing you have someone at your office you've been imagining me being with? Who did you have in mind?"

"My boss. He's just your type of white guy. He's tall with an athletic build, blonde hair, piercing ice blue eyes, and a huge cock," I replied."You remember? You met him and his family at the company Christmas Party. You made that off-hand comment about how white they all were."

"Oh!" She gasped in surprise with the recollection. "You mean the one who was with that family of platinum blondes who were all wearing casual white linen wear? I remember I said something like: Come on. Pale blonde hair, pale white skin, and white clothing..., how much whiter can they be? I remember the man was something like forty five and his wife was about forty. Then there were the twin son and daughter who were celebrating turning twenty one by enjoying drinks at the party. Your boss is hot. So is the rest of his family."

"Carmen..."

"Ummm, yeah?"

"One thing at a time, baby," I said, anticipating where her thoughts were taking her.

"Okay. First things first," she agreed with a playful pout. "And you say he has a big dick? How do you know that?"

"First I heard it as locker room banter, then I saw him one day in the shower."

"Really? So how big is big?"

"I'd say about ten and a half to eleven inches. I'm eight and a half inches and he was carrying a weapon that was definitely larger than mine. Both longer and fatter." I answered. "In case you're wondering, he doesn't know I've been setting him up to fuck you any mored than you knew I was setting you up to fuck him. I overheard him and his son talking about how beautiful you were at the Christmas Party, so I know he's attracted."

"As is his son, apparently," she mused.

"It seems that way. From the look of pure lust on your face I would say their attraction to you and your attraction to them is mutual. But like I said, one thing at a time." I laughed. "Look at you. The shackles come off and already you're thinking of things like having a threesome with a father and son."

She wasn't the only one. At that very moment I was visualizing Carmen being sandwiched between the two men, taking their massive white cocks in her twat and ass as she moaned in ecstasy while her body undulated sinuously.

"That's not what I was thinking about."

"No?"

"No. You are right about the shackles coming off giving me the freedom to experience more carnal thrills, so why would I limit myself to just the father and son," Carmen leered, her hazel eyes ablaze as she moistened her red lips with a slow and measured swipe of her tongue. "I was thinking more of the idea that it could be a family thing."

"Wow. I've unleashed a real and total whore upon the world," I said.

"Not yet. This will be my first time."

"What?" I asked, not immediately comprehending.

"This will be the first time I've let anyone whore me out. What are you angling for? A raise? A promotion?"

"I'm not whoring you out.""

"No. How disappointing," Carmen groaned exaggeratedly. She grinned at me, her eyebrows arched comically. "We're gonna have to revisit this. Maybe have your boss be a part of it. I've always had scenarios of the classic masturbatory imagery to work with. Like the muscle bound plummer coming over to fix the pipes when I'm in the shower naked, the hot, young pizza delivery boy or girl bringing a hot pizza to the house and getting a proper tip, and fucking the husband's boss to get him a promotion. I'm thinking of living the fantasies instead of just enjoying them in my head or as porn videos while using my toys or my fingers.

"What do you think?"

I laughed and my pulsing black shaft grew harder at the imagery she presented.

"Well, we could use the extra money," I replied.

"Then it's settled. Tonight I become your nasty nigger slut-wife and tomorrow I become your white cock loving whore-wife."

Carmen drew away from me again. This time she moved to stand at the side door of the car and waited there. She stared at me with eyes full of the smoldering heat of concupiscent hunger.

"If you're sure you don't want to think about things a bit more and don't have any reservations..."

I moved past her and opened the door of the car, cocking my head to the side questioningly.

With a joyous laugh, Carmen quickly accepted the invitation and jumped into the car.

"Good boy. Because now that we've both revealed our true sexual natures, if you reconsidered I was going to fuck other guys anyway."

I knew that she meant it, and I liked that she meant it.

With a libidinous grin, I shut the car door, enclosing her inside. I then went to the other side of the vehicle, jumped into the driver's seat, and off we went. Each of us looking forward to the pleasure of beginning our new lives together.