My Wife Mary and the Supermodel

This story is longer than what I normally write but I hope you enjoy it - EOUL jsps

I remember pulling into my driveway after work and feeling my stomach fall when I saw my wife's car parked in front of the garage. It was odd because my wife was supposed to be in a masters' class that evening and should have left a long time ago. She was a stickler about getting to class on time, staying late and studying her ass off to maintain her 4.0 GPA.

My wife Mary was laid off a few years ago, after looking over our finances, we agreed she could go back and finish her bachelor's degree. It meant cutting back on a lot of expenses, like vacation, expensive dinners etc. It also meant I would have to pick up extra shifts at the factory, a lot of extra shifts in the beginning as we paid off the two car loans. When Mary asked to continue going to school to earn her master's degree it seemed like an easy yes. What I had kept secret from Mary is that I had picked up a few raises and promotions along the way and had been putting away a nice nest egg for a new house when she graduated.

But I'm off track.

I sat in the driveway thinking my insides were being kicked out for no apparent reason other than Mary's car was in the driveway. Things had been off between us for weeks or maybe longer. Sucking in a deep breath, I made my way into the house. The door was locked as normal but when I called out for Mary, there was no answer. She wasn't upstairs, out back or in the laundry room. In the kitchen I found her laptop, opened with a yellow sticky that read, "press play." Mary never went anywhere without her laptop.

I went back to our room and checked the closet. Most of her stuff had been pushed to one side but I couldn't tell if anything was missing. The laundry basket was full of the sweats she seemed to wear all the time lately. I could not remember when that started. The jewelry box on the dresser was still there but that was all shit. Mary kept her good stuff in a cheap box under a bedside table. That was missing.

After opening a beer, I sat down at the kitchen table and pressed play. A video started playing with my wife in the picture, sitting at the table in the same chair I now sat. She was wearing her classic sweats.

"I am sorry," she said. "I know that doesn't mean shit, you have been so good to me, giving me everything I've ever asked for except for the things I couldn't ask for. I've spent so much time trying to plan out these words and they've all escaped me."

The video went to static and I grabbed another beer.

The video started again; this time Mary was in her bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head.

"Part of me doesn't want you to hate me, even though I have given your more than enough reasons. I didn't plan this, maybe it was the classic slippery slope. But they were things I thought you could forgive me for. The first time I crossed the line, I swore it would be the last and maybe you would still forgive me. But it wasn't the last line and only the first of many lines I crossed."

While she was talking and trying to dry her hair, her robe slipped down and I could see the top of a tattoo on her left tit. My Mary didn't have any tattoos, neither did I, we both thought they were a ridiculous waste of money. But that was definitely a tattoo on her tit. I was trying to remember the last time I saw her naked. Maybe a months ago, the argument I clearly remember. It was one of the few nights each month where our schedules would allow time for sex. After my shower, I entered the bedroom and turned on the light. Mary shrieked, yelling turn it off, turn it off, as she pulled the sheet over her head. I was thinking about arguing the point but what I really wanted was to get my dick wet. I turned the light off and climbed into bed. Mary shimmied under the sheets and took my dick in her mouth.

Something she hasn't done since our honeymoon, but that time the lights were on and I was recording those events on my phone. I don't think we've had sex in the last year. Maybe that night was the last night and thinking back I didn't see her naked because she wouldn't let me.

Mary was a different woman on our honeymoon, wearing revealing outfits, even going topless. Her bikini bottoms didn't cover much either. She was an animal in bed and we fucked for hours. It wasn't like Mary was a prude before the wedding, she never said no, but she never initiated anything until our honeymoon. The most surprising thing was letting me video her on my phone, everything including the sexy lingerie, fucking in every position possible, topless on the beach, even masturbating. We recorded everything with the idea we would watch it on our ten-year anniversary.

The screen came back to life. My brunette wife was now a blonde with a lot of makeup including "fuck me" red lipstick. She had on a shear crop top, her nipples clearly on display including some piercings. The tattoo was more visible but I still could not tell what it was. She looked like a whore.

"There is another part of me that does want you to hate me," she started with. "You're a great guy and the last thing I want is for you to sit at home pining away on a fuck up like me. I fucked up, I know it and can't undo it. The only times I think about undoing it is when I'm with you and then reality sets in. I've prepared a video that I hope will help explain the slippery slope, the lines I crossed and give you more than enough reasons to hate me forever. I still love you and that's why I want you to hate me. The video starts with our honeymoon. Something happened that trip, I can't explain it but I really enjoyed myself being that uninhibited. I don't know why I couldn't just ask you to do something like that again."

Mary stood up and started fidgeting with the keyboard. She was wearing the shortest skirt I've ever seen. As she bent over the keyboard, her blouse opened up and there was another tattoo on her right tit. It was too quick to get a good look, but I would swear it was a dick. There was also some writing between her tits and then the screen went to static again.

I took a break and grabbed another beer. This was like watching a horror movie, one of those horror movies you turn off because you don't want to see the end. I dumped the beer and poured myself a tall glass of scotch. Alcohol besides beer and wine was out of our budget but someone had gifted me a bottle of scotch which I had been saving for a celebration. I did not see any celebrations on my horizons.

For my misery, I decided to look at the doorbell camera to see what time Mary left. There was only one event besides me coming in so it was easy to see that Mary left a little after three, a few minutes after a large limo pulled up in front of the house. It sat there for a few minutes and then a large black man, dressed in classic limo driver attire including the cap got out of the driver's seat. He approached the door just as Mary was walking out, dragging a suitcase. The limo driver grabbed the bag and Mary's ass as she gave him a long kiss on the lips while rubbing his crotch. She then followed him out to the car. I thought the dress was short when she was in the kitchen, but watching her walking to the car I realized the bottoms of her ass cheeks were clearly visible. She sat in the back while giving him a clear view of whatever she was wearing under the skirt.

That was enough for one night. If she wanted me to hate her, she definitely achieved her goal. I called in sick for the next three days, took some sleep aids and went to bed. But I spent most of the night tossing and turning. At one point I woke up with a raging hardon, jerked off and fell back to sleep.

I had one clear thought when I woke up. There were too many guys I knew who fell apart when their wives or girlfriends left them, even the guys who deserved it. That wasn't going to be me. I put on a pot of coffee and took a shower, after which I dumped all my booze down the sink. Mary's laptop was still sitting on the kitchen table but I headed out to a restaurant and treated myself to a good breakfast. I was beginning to feel okay until my credit cards were declined. So was my debit card. Mary and I never carried a balance on our cards and most of last week's paycheck should have been in the checking account. Fortunately, I had enough cash to pay the bill and promised the waitress I would return later with a tip.

Using the old family desk top I logged onto the accounts to find both our credit cards had been maxed out, mostly through a cash advances. The remaining were payments to some company I never heard of. I looked it up and it was a place to buy bitcoins. Mary had also emptied the savings and checking accounts.

Fortunately, she was unaware of the account I had set up to save for a down payment. Just in the cash advances and bank accounts Mary had walked away with close to fifteen grand.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, my cell phone started ringing. It was Janet, Mary's mother, a woman who hated me since before we met. She did not want her daughter to marry some factory worker.

As soon as I said hello, she started screaming about what did I do to her daughter, accusing me of murdering Mary and dumping her body. I put the cell phone on the table and walked away letting her yell at the air. Which started me thinking, why wasn't she calling Mary's cell. I went upstairs and found Mary's phone on her nightstand with the battery removed. I picked my cell phone back up and screamed, "shut the fuck up." Janet was at a loss for words, I told her I was going send her the door cam video and then I was blocking her number.

I was regretting dumping my booze as I stared at Mary's laptop. The rest of her video was calling me. Watching it was going to suck but I wanted to get it over with, I hit play:

The opening scene sparked a lot of memories, it was the first night of our honeymoon. I was laying in the bed, still wearing my tux, holding my cell phone. Mary came out of the bathroom still wearing her wedding gown. I had been expecting her to tell me to put the phone down, but she didn't. Not that night or the rest of the week. She looked gorgeous. She proceeded to do a little dance as she undid some snaps on her hips and the skirt part fell off and hit the floor. She continued her dance in nothing more than a corset, g-string, thigh high stockings and six-inch fuck me pumps. There was a look of ecstasy in her eyes.

Mary then crawled up on the bed between my legs and undid my fly and pulled out my cock. She slowly took me into her mouth with her eyes smiling at me. Mary had never sucked me off before, what she lacked in experience she made up with enthusiasm. And my cell phone caught it all. It didn't take her long to have me on edge and I tried to warn her I was going to come but she wouldn't quit. There was a look of shock on her face as some of my come leaked out around the vacuum lock she had on me but she didn't stop and sucked every last drop of come at me.

When Mary was done, she dropped my cock and began crawling up over me until her pussy was right over my face. My turn she said as she pulled her g-string aside and planted herself on my mouth. "And that cock better be hard again when I come," she said.

I should explain that this was a totally different side of Mary I never saw before. She never initiated sex before, never sucked me off before and the whole idea that she was demanding that I lick her to orgasm... On top of that, she was letting me record it, although with her pussy on my face I wasn't recording anything.

She lost control when she came and I was afraid I was going to lose my lips. Fortunately, I was hard again and she wiggled back until her pussy was over my cock and was lining it up when she handed me my phone. When I was recording again, she slowly impaled herself on my cock. Again, there was a look in her eyes, they were glowing. I never saw her that way before.

The following morning, we had to race to the airport for our flight for seven nights in one of the islands. The flight was long and we were pretty exhausted by the time we settled into our rooms. We were also starving so we each took a quick shower. I came out of the bathroom and Mary was wearing the sexiest, shortest dress I had ever seen. I always thought Mary was beautiful but she looked amazing in that dress. She did a little twirl that lifted the back of the dress showing her ass cheeks. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. She must have set up her phone to record this.

"You like," she asked. She was smiling but there was clear worry behind her eyes.

"Like? I love it, maybe you don't understand how simply amazing you look, but if you do that twirl again, we won't make the restaurant."

In the video we kissed and I remembered how much I loved her, where did it go wrong?

After dinner we fucked again like rabbits with Mary being every bit as aggressive as I was. In the morning, I awoke with my cock in her mouth again, even though I hadn't showered since the last time we fucked. This was something else she recorded. Once I was hard, she impaled herself on me again, talking about how much she loved being on top. I don't think we ever moved from missionary position before.

The next video had us getting ready for the beach that day. I came out of the bathroom and Mary was standing there in a transparent coverup, bare tits and a barely there bikini bottom. She did another twirl and asked me if I liked it with that clear worry in her eye. She started rambling about how the beach was topless but if I objected, she had the top in her suitcase. I took her in my arms and assured her I loved it and couldn't wait to make sure she had adequate sunscreen while we were on the beach.

There were several pictures I took of Mary laying in the beach chair with her tits on display with a wicked smile on her face and her eyes shining. And then the video stopped. There was a lot of stuff we recorded, including the first time we fucked in doggy position which became her favorite. Another missing clip was the video I recorded of her masturbating.

That is what I watched before I paused the playback again. I had come in my pants and the video had me upset. Mary had said she wanted me to hate her but this only made me miss her more. It was also the only time she was that liberated. She left the exotic lingerie and beach wear in the garbage at the hotel and had removed all the pictures and video off my phone. She said we could watch it on our tenth anniversary but I guess that ain't happening.

Later I went back to the laptop and found I had only watched less than half the video. I decided I needed to start running again, but I was too big for my old gear. It had been a few years since the last time I ran and there were a lot of double shifts since then. So first it was a stop to the local sporting store and then to the park. I had planned a five-mile jog but had to call it quits after the first mile.

After a long shower and steeling myself, I hit play.

After a lot of shaking, the video settled down to Mary standing in our bedroom, she must have set her cell phone up on her dresser. She had an ear bud in her ear and she was talking to someone. I could hear her but not the other person.

"This is the shortest dress I have." It was about three inches above her knee. She started pulling it up, making it shorter.

"Should I buy something this short?" She had the dress pulled up about halfway up her thighs.

"Shorter?" Mary started pulling the dress higher. She kept going until her white panties were on display. She had a wicked smile on her face and that glint in her eyes. Whoever was on the other side of the phone must have been saying something because she turned around, pulled the dress all the way up and bent over at her waist. She turned back to the camera with the skirt hike up around the hips. Mary then began unbuttoning her blouse and was able to remove the bra without taking off the blouse completely. Her nipples were clearly visible through the blouse along with a lot of cleavage and I can only assume another man was looking at her, maybe the limo driver. The video ended there.

It was the beginning of the slippery slope I guessed. The screen started flashing through a lot of selfies of Mary in different levels of undress, short sexy dresses, lingerie, and naked. My dick was so hard I had to jerkoff twice.

Then a video began. Mary was wearing a short skirt and a crop top. The top wasn't too short but she clearly didn't have a bra on. "I am so horny from walking around campus today dressed like this, all the men checking me out. The best part was eating my lunch at the basketball courts." Mary started caressing her tits, "I know my nipples were so excited everyone could see them and this short skirt made it so easy to flash my panties." Mary dropped the skirt and then shoved her hand into her panties. It didn't take her long to come. She stuck her fingers into her mouth, licked them clean and said, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

A second video started with Mary in a light sundress. "No bra again today. I was going to skip the panties but I was afraid your recent present might fall out." Mary turned around, bent over, slid her panties down and revealed that she had a jeweled plug inserted in her ass. Ass play was a hard "no" when we were together.

"I'm going to make sure all my holes are ready for my master." She sat down on the bed and pulled a large black dildo from behind her.

"If I knew this was going to be waiting for me when I got home, I would not have masturbated so many times today. Every time I think of giving myself to you, I can't keep my hands off my cunt."

Mary started licking the dildo up and down while trying to work it into her mouth. "I can't believe you are this big! Yes, so much bigger than my husband. It's time to stretch my cunt for you."

The camera shifted as Mary placed it on the floor. She straddled the dildo and began to lower herself onto it. I watched in disbelief as her pussy swallowed the fake cock. But more surprising was the look on her face. I went back to our honeymoon video when she impaled herself on my cock, in both scenes her eyes were glowing. Before the dildo was fully inserted, Mary started coming. I watched her body begin shaking, driving the dildo all the way in.

Mary collapsed on the floor; the dildo still buried in her pussy. "See master, I can take you in my cunt. When will you take me, when will you make me yours, give me your mark, take full control of my body and mind?"

I sat there in disbelief, like I was a character in a bad porn movie. The screen continued to display selfies of Mary; many I don't recall. There was one with Mary showing off some black cock slut tattoos. Her nipple piercings were actually black cock studs. The one I remember most was like a wedding, Mary was dressed in the same wedding gown, at an altar with a large black man at her side and a minister presiding over the ceremony. Instead of the traditional wedding vows he asked Mary to promise that she would be his willing slave, giving her body to him, to use her holes as he wished, and obeying his every word. She said I do. The minister turned to the groom, "do you take this white married slut, to be your whore, to fuck, to share, to sell as your heart desires. He said I do and the minister turned to Mary and said you may now suck his cock.

Mary immediately dropped to her knees, pulled out his cock and started sucking. The camera panned back and there must have been 50 people gathered around them, black men and women and a handful of white women. The groom, for lack of a better word, was well hung and I was surprised when I saw Mary's nose pressed against his belly and the crowd cheered. I didn't want to watch that so I fast forwarded, Mary was on her back on the alter, the skirt of the wedding gown was gone and the "groom" was fucking her with the crowd gathered around. Mary was staring at the groom; her eyes were glowing. I fast forwarded again and Mary was still on the alter, but now other men were fucking her or fucking her face.

I had enough and paused the video. It was the first time I noticed the date stamp. It had been recorded a month earlier. I grabbed my phone and looked at my calendar. I did not keep track of when Mary and I had sex, but I did keep track of the hours I worked. It wasn't had to find the day I had not worked a double and was probably the night Mary shrieked when I tuned on the lights. That was two days before the "wedding ceremony." Was she giving me a goodbye fuck?

Fast forwarding the video I saw Mary fucking and sucking a variety of black men in our bed, sometimes two at a time. After several of those, the feeling of betrayal was overwhelming. To fuck other men was one thing but to do it in our bed while I was working double shifts so she could get a master's degree. Then I was angry, I was so angry I sent the whole file to Mary's mother. After it finally went, I turned off the computer without watching the rest of it. I had past angry and all I felt was pity for Mary. She threw away all the dreams we shared about raising a family and growing old together.

Mary's mother called me a few months later. It had taken that long for her to watch the entire video, which was something more than I could handle. Janet apologized for the way she treated me and said no man deserves to be treated the way her daughter treated me.

It was a year to the date that Mary left. In the morning, I had recapped the last year. I had done well I thought, I got out of the financial crisis Mary left me in, avoided falling into alcohol or drugs and was in the better shape than ever. I was sitting in my easy chair watching TV when a car horn blew and then the car pulled away. Looking out the window I saw a body on my front lawn. Even before I stepped out the door, I knew it was Mary.

I could smell her when I was fifteen feet away. She was passed out wearing only a man's dress shirt which was only partially buttoned. She was covered in piss, shit and god knows what else. The neighbors started popping out of the houses so I couldn't leave her there. I almost vomited as I picked her up and headed straight to the shower. I was horrified when I pulled off the shirt. There were the tattoos I saw in the video along with some others that looked amateurish. Someone had given her a bad boob job and her left tit had a bad tilt. But the most alarming thing were the needle marks all over her arms and legs.

Leaving the shower running I called Mary's mother. I was going to need help; Mary was going to need help and that help was going to cost money. Mary came too as I was washing the shit out of her hair. I got her to stand up and went to work on the rest of her. I tossed that wash cloth into a trash bag along with the shirt and repeated the whole process with a fresh cloth. Mary's clothes were still in her dresser so I helped her get dressed and laid her down in what once was our bed.

Janet arrived a few minutes later. I handed her the bag with the shirt in it, "that's the shirt your daughter was wearing when they dumped her on the lawn." "Oh my god, that's shit, human shit." Janet went in to check on Mary who happened to look up as her mother came in, "oh my god" she said and pulled the blanket over her head.

"What's you plan," asked Janet.

"I really don't have a plan. Judging by the needle marks all over her I'm sure she's going to need some kind of drug treatment. Someone gave her a backroom boob job and her tits are pointing in opposite directions. And someone went to town on her with what looks like prison tattoos. But I can't imagine what her mental state is. All of that is going to cost money, money I don't have."

"I have the money but I don't think I will have her cooperation judging by the way she reacted to my presence in there. I know we don't owe you anything after what she did to you but will you help?"

"You know I can't say no to that, any more than I could have left her on my front lawn or leave her covered in shit until you got here."

"Thank you, I'm going to make some phone calls. Unless you disagree, I think the most important thing is to get her in a drug treatment facility, they will also have a good mental health people there."

"I agree, and the sooner the better. I know little about drug addictions, always stayed far away from that shit and the people who did. But I saw something about people going into convulsions when they start going through withdrawal."

While Janet went into the kitchen to make some calls, Mary started calling me from the bedroom.

"Could you get me a drink please and I'm afraid I'll need a bucket," Mary said.

As I was getting Mary's water, I heard Janet on the phone, "I don't care if there's a waiting list, how much is it going to cost me to get my daughter in there tonight... I don't care if your short staffed... fine, first thing tomorrow morning."

Janet was waiting for me in the living room, "They can take her in the morning but can you take her there. I think she'll be more willing to go with you. I can stay with you to help care for her tonight."

Mary shouted out," Oh my god no!" from the bedroom. Janet gathered her things and left after giving me the address for the drug treatment center.

I knew Mary's parents had money but never realized how much. I saw the family's name on top of the donor board at the treatment center. Mary did well in the center and worked hard. As soon as she was done there, she went to another hospital, more of a plastic surgery center, where they undid the boob job and removed the tattoos. And then it was time for her discharge and all eyes were on me.

Janet and I were in the room with Mary when the doctor announced the good news that she would be released the next day. He was expecting smiles when he said it and was taken aback by the silence in the room. I asked him to give us a minute.

Janet said, "I found you a nice furnished apartment where you can stay until you figure things out."

Mary was shaking her head with tears streaming down her face. They both looked at me. A dozen nasty responses flooded through my mind, after all I had just gotten my life back together after she kicked my insides out. But I'm just not that mean, I guess.

"Please," Mary said. "I'll sleep on the couch; I won't get in your way. Unless you found someone else. You certainly deserve someone else." And then she really started sobbing.

"There's no one else. You can stay at the house." I chose my words carefully. I didn't say our house or my house. Technically it was still our house because I never had the money to pursue a divorce when I was angry and after the anger had passed there were still more important things to do with the money.

Mary pulled the blankets over her head and said, "thank you."

Mary slept on the couch the first night and had dinner waiting for me when I came home from work that day. She had on a pretty dress. That year had not been kind to her and it looked like she aged a decade. Sitting across from her as we ate was almost like she never left. She thanked me for not throwing way her clothes. We talked about her plans and she said she was trying to sort through things with her shrink.

On the second night she climbed into bed with me after I had fallen asleep. She kept her distance and I didn't realize she was there until I woke up. That became sort of a routine. I would go to bed while she read on the couch, and then she would come in sometime after I had fallen asleep. I caught her one night, standing at the doorway, trying to judge if I was asleep. "Come on", I said and lifted the blankets so she could climb in. I was on the edge of sleep when I felt her snuggle up against me. I liked that. What I didn't like was finding her hand wrapped around my cock a few nights later. I pulled her hand off. Mary rolled over and I felt her crying as I tried to sleep.

Mary had dinner waiting for me when I got home that evening. She looked like she had been crying all day and tried to hide it with makeup which wasn't working. At dinner that night, she asked me to join her the next time she visited her shrink. I didn't know what to say, I'm not opposed to counseling and it certainly helps a lot of people sort shit out but it certainly could open up a lot of old wounds and unleash a shitload of anger. She was smiling but there was clear worry behind her eyes until I said, "okay."

I know Mary was desperate for me to move past her world-class fuckup. It was hard to look at Mary and not remember the woman I had loved so deeply; it was just as hard not to remember the woman who kicked my insides out and fucked a large number of black men in our bed.

Mary's Story

My psychiatrist recommended that Mark and I write down our thoughts about what happened to our marriage as a way of healing. Mark finished his first and it was painful enough, true, but still painful because I am responsible for the pain. I don't know if Mark will ever truly love me like he once did, but I will do anything asked if there's a chance that he will.

In Mark's story, he talks about how I acted on our honeymoon and how out of character that was for me. That was very true. I'm not sure why but I always felt uncomfortable with men staring at me, ever since I first started developing breasts. So, I always dressed down rarely ever showing off my sexuality. Except for the prom or other special events like that. I was like that when it came to sex too, I didn't have a lot of experience so I always let the man lead the way. I had no idea what to do with oral sex, was I supposed to blow or suck, so I avoided it all together.

I fell head over heels in love with Mark the first time we met and dreamed of marrying him. So, I wanted to present myself as the "marrying kind" as we dated. The day he proposed was the happiest day of my life to that point. My feet didn't touch the ground for a week, even with my mother's constant nagging about marrying a factory worker.

In the weeks leading up to our wedding I dreamed about giving Mark a honeymoon he would never forget. I was going to leave all my old hang-ups home. My plans started with a stay at an island where it was customary for women to go topless on the beach. As I shopped for exotic beach wear I found interesting night dresses to wear. Everything fell right in place along with a special wedding gown that quickly converted to a corset. My biggest fear that Mark would be put off by my show of sexuality.

I never felt so alive as I did that first night when I did a little dance and stripped down to the corset. Mark recording it on his phone making it more exciting. I loved being the one who initiated the sex by sucking his cock using all the lessons I read on-line. Mark always seemed to enjoy going down on me but that was the first time I initiated it, or more accurately, demanded it.

The sexual high continued the first night we went out to dinner with the very short dress I was wearing. And no bra! My mother would have a heart attack. There were two parts to that high, one was just the sexual high from being dressed like that, the other part was the way the man I loved looked at me. The following morning when I dared to go topless was amazing. I was afraid I was going to come right there on the beach, especially when Mark was applying sunscreen to my tits and bare ass with all those people around.

Every night and day that sexual high reached another level. Except that last night, lying in bed before our flight home. The doubts surged forward. Mark may have appreciated the way I dressed when we were a thousand miles from home, but maybe his expectations would be different when we got back to our little town. After all, that wasn't the girl he proposes to. And all those videos and pictures. I couldn't just leave those out. What if one of our phones got hacked? In the middle of the night, I moved all those files from both our phones to a secured drive I had access to. I also tossed all that sex wear I bought into a garbage can.

The hard part was telling Mark what I did. I waited until we were on the plane and on our way home. I expected a sigh of relief, what I got was the first time I ever saw Mark disappointed. But I couldn't undo what I did so I promised him we would watch the videos on our tenth anniversary. He still looked disappointed. As I think back, that would have been the best time to have an open conversation, maybe not on the plane, but then I would have avoided the biggest fuckup of my life.

Because I missed that sexual high and without it, it became harder to initiate anything in sex. When I was alone, I would masturbate, remembering the time I masturbated with Mark watching me. After I was laid off and Mark started working extra shifts to pay for college, our sex life went to shit. It wasn't Mark's fault; he was being the perfect husband supporting my dream. But it left me wanting. Let me be clear, in no way is Mark at all responsibility for my fuck up, I own that.

The fall from grace began one evening when I was attending my first master's classes. I had been sitting at a table in the library finishing a term paper and lost all track of time, nor did I notice the well-dressed black man sitting a few seats over and across the table from me. When I closed the laptop, he looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at him. Preparing to leave, I scooped up my books and laptop and headed for the door when I heard him say "excuse me miss."

I turned to him and he said, "I don't think you want to go walking through the parking lot like that."

I looked where he was looking and realized the bottom of my skirt had gotten caught in wire of my spiral notebook and I was flashing him and anyone else in the area my panties. I sat back down, trying to undo the snag, apologizing to the gentleman who assured me no apologies were necessary. But I couldn't get the wire out of my skirt. When I realized he came over to help me, I wanted to die. He said, "Don't worry, I think I've already seen everything I was going to see and I don't want you to rip that pretty skirt."

It took him seconds to get the wire out with me apologizing the whole time. He assured me that no apologies were necessary but if I let him buy me a cup of coffee all would be forgiven. I'm not sure why I said yes. He introduced himself as BM, he said his was from Nigeria and his real name was almost impossible for outsiders to pronounce. We discussed a little bit about each other. His father owned a very successful business and wanted him to take it over but insisted he get a master's degree first. BM hated business so he spent most of his time studying sociology and human cultures. He was also working as an adjunct professor while he was there. I told him about my layoff and my goal of getting my master's degree too. He offered to review that paper I was working on and I sent it to him.

The next evening, he sat down with me to go over his comments. Some seemed so obvious I was embarrassed that I missed them. Afterwards I bought him a coffee to thank him for reviewing my paper. We didn't see each other in the library every night but when we did, we would sit together and end up at the college coffee bar. That first semester he helped me review for all of my finals, helping me understand the areas I was weak. I think he was as happy as I was with my 4.0 GPA. There was never any hint of sex in anything we did, he was a good-looking man, a decade or more older than me and I was glad to have him as a friend. Maybe I was just lonely, I hardly saw Mark most days and had lost touch with my former co-workers.

The following semester we picked up where we left off in the library. That semester I had a morning class that ended around lunch time. I always packed my lunch and would eat outside, usually with my nose buried in a textbook. I didn't even notice BM was sitting near me until I put the book down to get ready for my next class. I apologized for ignoring him, he laughed and said I wasn't in college to pay attention to him. That became a routine meeting although sometimes we went for coffee. It was during one of those lunches that the first sex conversation occurred. That is too strong of a description but I can't think of a better way to describe it.

We were sitting there eating on a breezy day when a pretty coed walked by with the breezes kept lifting her skirt showing everyone the thong she was wearing. She walked with her head held high like she didn't care. She quickly became the topic of conversation between BM and I, especially since we met under similar circumstances. Only I had been dying of embarrassment.

"I'm sure there is little difference between what's visible under her skirt and what she would wear on the beach, but your Puritan culture in America considers exposing your underwear in public taboo. I'm sure a beautiful woman like you has worn that much or less on the beach."

I laughed and said maybe. He waited for me to continue and my brain went on autopilot telling this almost stranger how I went topless on the beach and the revealing clothes I wore when we went out and somehow ended up talking about the sexy lingerie I wore at night. Finally, I was able to shut my mouth as I died in embarrassment.

BM took my hand and asked, "why are you embarrassed, is that how you felt when you dressed like that?"

"No, I felt so alive. I was a wonderful feeling."

"Why did you stop?"

"I was afraid Mark wouldn't like me dressed like that when we were home."

"But you never had that conversation with Mark and why do you give a man control over the way you dress. You don't tell Mark how he should dress. You never gave him the chance. Maybe Mark would love you to be that open and free, to feel that alive whenever you wanted. And how was your sex life when you dressed that way, I bet it was fantastic."

"It was, I miss the whole thing so much. I regret not discussing it with Mark on our way home from the honeymoon."

"You're on a college campus in the spring where the coeds will be wearing less and less. Take a risk and wear something to class, something that will help you feel alive like that again. When you get home, put on your shortest dress and facetime me. Maybe I can help."

And I came to the first line. I went home and put on the shortest dress I had although it wasn't very short and facetimed BM. He did not think it was short at all and had me pull up the hem. He kept saying higher and I laughed when the front of my panties were showing. As a joke, I turned around and flashed him my panty covered ass. Then he asked me to undo a few buttons on my blouse and remove the bra. I had pulled the skirt down a little so my panties were covered. I could see myself in the mirror behind my phone, my nipples were visible including some cleavage, not to mention most of my legs were sticking out from under my skirt. He asked me how I felt and I said alive, but I could never go to school like this.

At three o'clock in the morning I sat straight up in my bed and said holy shit, I purposely flashed a man who was not my husband.

The next day we had lunch on a table near the cafeteria and I apologized to BM. He said I didn't do anything that needed an apology, he was a friend and just trying to help. He gave me a link to a bunch of papers he wrote, mostly how different cultures address sex and how those cultures have changed over the years. While we chatted, a positively gorgeous woman with the longest legs I ever saw sat down with us. BM introduced me to Barbara, his administrative assistant. She had a bunch of papers for BM to sign including some checks for papers he published.

It turns out Barbara use to be a model and had been on the cover of Vogue and about every magazine there was. She retired to get away from all the stress. BM brought up that I wanted to dress sexier but was worried about what my husband would think.

"You have to dress to please yourself Mary, to be comfortable, to have that

confidence. I don't think I never met a man who didn't want his significant other to look magnificent. It stokes their ego. But may I suggest you start with underwear. You'll feel sexier knowing you have something special on underneath, but you'll look like every day Mary. Once you feel your confidence growing, then you can start working on skirts and blouses."

BM said, "I think she knows what she's talking about. Barbara, why don't you take Mary over to a Victoria Secrets or something similar and help her find what you're suggesting."

"Oh, I couldn't. Mark and I are barely getting by and there's no room in our budget for fancy underwear."

"Let it be my gift then, don't worry, I'll charge it to my father's business card."

"His father will never notice, trust me," said Barbara.

After class I was going shopping with Barbara. We stopped at Victoria's Secret first. I was surprised when she came in the dressing room and more surprised when she took a picture of me in the first panty and bra set. She told me she wanted to get a man's opinion so she sent it to BM. Barbara copied me on the message. I think she thought it would make it okay. I tried six more sets on including one with a half cup bra. I didn't know they made those things. It went to take a picture of me in that set but before she did, she reached over and tweaked my nipples making them hard.

She saw the look of discomfort on my face, "I'm sorry, old habit. It's so common in the fashion shows to make a girl's nipples stand up. I forgot where I was."

That didn't stop her from taking the picture. Let me select a couple of what I tried on.

"Don't be silly. Take them all, BM's father is loaded and he'll never look at one of his son's expenses that's less than $50 grand. I know because I'm the one he calls for an explanation. But I really think he just likes the sound of my voice. Try on some sleep wear, like a teddy or something that will give your husband a thrill."

I tried telling Barbara no but she was back in a flash of some sexy lingerie. Of course, I had to try it on and of course she had to take pictures which she sent to BM. By the time I got her to leave she had spent almost $500.

Mark was at work when I got home and as I flashed through the pictures and got excited. I'm sure Mark would love to see me in these, stripping off my sweats to reveal a half cup bra with a very tiny matching thong. Barbara insisted that I go home and shave before I tried an of the stuff on. After shaving, I put on the half cup bra and panties. I tweaked my nipples like Barbara did to make them stand up while looking in the mirror. I looked and felt sexy. The first tweak of my nipple felt good, which led to a second and then I was caressing myself in the mirror. I never watched myself masturbate before. Soon my fingers were in my pussy. I slipped the panties off and put one foot on my dressed so I had a good look at myself. My clit and lips were swelled and I was so wet. I started working my fingers in thinking about Mark watching me like he did on our honeymoon. And then my fantasy shifted and I was thinking about BM watching me. I came so hard I fell, fortunately the bed was right behind me and I landed safely. The thought about BM watching me haunted me for a few days.

I wore my new underwear to school the following days and thought about throwing away my old stuff. Barbara was right, they did make me feel sexy and more confident. I also felt aroused and Mark wouldn't have a night off for a week. It was two days later that BM joined me on the picnic table again. I thanked him for the clothes and he thanked me for the pictures. Then we switched to my schoolwork and he helped me map out a paper I was working on concerning women's attire in the workplace. He had done a training for high school teachers on how to handle students in the classroom.

I asked what the short answer was, he said don't.

He added some teachers would get angry with him, complaining that these girls knew what they were doing and would flash their panties at them. Another teacher wished they wore panties. But in the end, there was nothing they could do that was going to help and it's really our antiquated puritan values that are making their lives difficult.

I went home that night thinking about flashing a high school teacher and ended to masturbating again, remembering a high school teacher I had a crush on.

The following week, Barbara took me shopping again but this time was for clothes, skirts blouses and even a sundress. Of course, she had to take pictures of whatever I was wearing and send them to BM. Some of the skirts were really short and I don't think I would ever wear them. There were a couple of blouses that were sheer, and Barbara said she better never see me wearing a bra under them. I ended up wearing a short skirt, not a really short one and a blouse as we stopped for lunch. Barbara refused to let me wear a bra under that blouse and several buttons were left undone exposing some cleavage.

She wanted to know if I felt sexy and I said I did.

She told me to look at the man behind her, as I did she said, "I can see him in a mirror behind you and he's been staring at you since you sat down. I think he's taken with you."

"He's old enough to be my father," I said.

"Give him a thrill, don't make eye contact but cross and uncross your legs but make sure he has a chance to see your panties when you do."

I did as she suggested. She saw him in the mirror and said I definitely made his day. At her urging I did it a couple of more times while we finished our lattes.

She said, "Now before we leave, do it one more time making sure he gets a good look and look straight at him while you're doing it."

Again, I did as she suggested, spreading my legs as far as the skirt would let me. As I began to close my legs, he looked at my face and realized he had been caught. I gave him a smile but he looked down at his newspaper.

When I got home, I looked at the pictures Barbara had sent BM. I expected to see pictures of me in my new outfits, which there were, but there were dozens of pictures of me in various stages of undress including two where I was completely naked. I got wet thinking about flashing the man at the café. I got wetter thinking about BM looking at my pictures. Would he get aroused, would he jerk off to them. Those thoughts sent my fingers deep into my pussy again.

The spring semester was winding down and I had worked a lot of my new clothes into my daily wear. I loved the feeling of being alive and confident. The downside was it usually left me horny and with Mark working double shifts most of the time it left me to take care of myself. There were a few nights each week that Mark and I could get together for sex. I wasn't as aggressive as I was when we were on our honeymoon but Mark noticed the uptick in my desires. "Maybe it's just spring," I said, "or maybe I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do for me."

Summer semester was a disaster. The next two classes I needed were only offered at night, which meant I would be in class four nights a week. That killed most of the opportunities the spend quality time with Mark. It also gave me lots of downtime during the day with nothing to do. I hardly ever saw BM since our schedules were so out of whack.

I started having lunch with Barbara a couple times a week, which usually involved shopping for me. As a former super model, she said she was addicted to clothes shopping. I was beginning to feel that Barbara was a close friend that I could say anything to. So, I told her that I liked the way I felt when I wore sexy clothes. It made me feel alive just like they did when I was on my honeymoon. But for some reason they always make me feel horny. When I was on my honeymoon, I had Mark to scratch that itch and I fucked his dick off. But now with Mark working all the time I only have my fingers to scratch that itch. Which is why I may stop wearing them.

Barbara smiled and said she would send me a solution.

The day after my most recent lunch with Barbara, BM's limo pulled up in front of the house. The driver got out and walked up to the door. I never realized how big he was or how dark. When I opened the door, he handed me a gift-wrapped box with a weird smile on his face. "A gift from mistress," he said and walked away.

After he drove away, I opened the package and found a black dildo and a small note. "A small gift to practice on," it said. I wasn't sure about small it was definitely as big as Mark who I thought was a large or larger than any of the men I slept with before Mark swept me off my feet. I remember the time I masturbated for Mark and how much we both enjoyed it. But that was only my fingers. I never used a dildo

before and the more I held it the more I wanted it inside me.

I removed it from the wrapper and was surprised to see it had a suction cup on it. The directions said it would stick on any surface and how pictures of women using it in various positions. It recommended wetting if first with some lube or your mouth. After putting on a babydoll that Barbara bought me, I started playing with my tits in the mirror. I was quickly aroused and started licking the dildo as I watched my reflection, eventually taking the dildo deep in my mouth. It felt so life like, I could imagine it was Mark's cock, but when I saw the blackness in the mirror it switched to BM's cock.

But I wanted it in me so I laid back on my bed and began rubbing it along my slit until I had a better idea. I stuck the suction cup end to the floor of our bedroom in front of the full-length mirror. I also set me phone to record. Afraid it dried out, I started sucking on it enjoying the taste of my juices. I had a monetary fantasy of sucking some one's cock after they had fucked Barbara and it was her pussy I was tasting. Then like on my honeymoon, I positioned my pussy over the fake cock and dropped myself onto it. Too fast and I came before it was all the way in. I continued to bounce up and down on it watching myself in the mirror. After I couldn't come anymore, I showered and got ready for class. I felt so good, so alive and I put on one of the sexier dresses that Barbara had bought me.

Evening classes for my master's classes were way different than daytime classes. There were two semesters each summer so the same information was presented in half the time. Most of my fellow students in day classes were in their early twenties or retirees. The evening classes looked much more like me. One night the other women invited me out to coffee with them. We had so much in common. One older woman kept making snide remarks about my dress, was I divorced, was I looking to get divorced. The woman who invited me said, "Lighten up grandma."

There was a stunned silence until Barbara sat down next to me and did that kiss on each cheek thing. One classmate recognized her and said, "Your Barbara, that supermodel."

"Thank you," Barbara said. "It's not too often I get recognized anymore."

The conversation turned to Barbara with everyone at the table firing questions at her about being a super model. One person wanted to know why she suddenly quit.

"It's not an easy job, your contract states how many hours of sleep you must have the three days before your shoot and how much you must weigh within a couple of pounds. And it's one shoot after another. You have to spend so many hours with your personal trainer. Even if you are not doing a shoot, the agency tells you what you have to wear when you go to any social function and your agent is always booking you to different social functions so your face makes all the tabloids."

"Poor little rich girl," chimed in grandma which became her name for the rest of the semester.

"Oh, please don't believe I was complaining. I was asked why I quit. It is a job for the young and most models are deemed too old before they hit thirty. I loved my life, eating dinner with Queen Elizabeth when I dated one of her grandsons. The sport stars and rock stars I met, I did several music videos and dated a few lead singers. One wanted me to marry him. But as to why I quit, I needed to get off the hamster wheel."

On our way out, Barbara asked me if I liked the present and I assured her I did. She looked at me and said send me the video. I gave her a shocked look.

"Come on Mary, I know you would want to know what you looked like later, the same as when you were on your honeymoon."

She kissed me goodbye; I mean a deep tongue probing kiss goodbye. I wanted to tell her I wasn't a lesbian but I didn't want to break the kiss. Eventually she did and walked away leaving me stunned. I sent her the video.

I was having frequent lunches with Barbara, which usually involved shopping for me. Barbara was picking out some incredibly short dresses and skirts for me to put on. I agreed to try them on but insisted there was no place I would wear any of them too. As usual, Barbara took pictures of me in the outfits she selected and in various stages of undress. She selected a very short skirt with a sheer crop top paired with six-inch heels.

"Tomorrow night I will take you to a club, a club like you never seen before, and I want you to wear this outfit along with this half cup bra and these panties."

"But I can't wear it to school and I need to be home before my husband gets home. This isn't some kind of sex club is it."

"It is not a sex club and we'll take BM's limo and you can get changed in the car, besides you told me your husband is on night shift. No is not an option for you Mary."

I got changed in the car and I knew the limo driver was watching me as I got undressed. To be honest, it made me aroused like when I deliberately flashed the guy in the mall. We drove past the club and there was a long line. "we'll never get in," I said. "Being a super model, or an ex-supermodel, still has it perks, Barbara replied."

We pulled up to a side door that opened as we pulled near and were invited in by the biggest black man I had ever seen. He made BM's limo driver look like a kid. We were escorted to a table with a reserve sign on it and two flutes of champagne appeared. I'm not a big champagne fan because it goes right to my head and my pussy which was already on fire wearing this outfit. My nipples were visible through the top and every time I moved my panties were visible. I also had a good inch of butt cheeks showing. I couldn't believe I let Barbara talk me into this.

The place was pretty crowded with loud music thumping that I could feel in my nether regions. I noticed a lot of white women were dancing with black men and there were hardly any white men in the place.

"What kind of place did you bring me to," I asked Barbara.

"It's called a zebra club, where white women go to meet black men. This is where I met BM."

I looked shocked

Barbara said, "I was a supermodel and as my agent told me, my job was to be seen. The more famous the people I was seen with the better. And that usually led to having sex with them. I've slept with princes and princesses, rock stars, rappers, sports heroes both male and female, and few of them were any good in bed. But mostly I was lonely, traveling from city to city for photo shoots doesn't leave a lot of time for relationships and that's what many men wanted. Places like this were nice to come to just to get that itch scratched."

It was after our second flute and I was beginning to feel the effects when Barbara dragged me up on the dance floor. She didn't seem to mind that her skirt had risen up in front or that the barely buttoned blouse she was wearing frequently exposed her tits. I realized both her nipples were pierced. There were a lot of men watching us, or probably watching Barbara.

She pulled me in close and said, "let's give 'em something to watch."

Her hand slipped under the back of my skirt and she began grinding her groin against my thigh as we rocked to the music. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my bare leg. Her other hand slipped under my crop top and began to play with my nipple. Then she leaned in with another deep tongue probing kiss. I kissed her back with passion, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I was lost in the moment and grabbed her bare ass like she was grabbing mine. I'm not sure we were even moving anymore on the dance floor.

Barbara released her hold and stepped back and a black man immediately took her place, his hands went to the same places Barbara's were. I looked down and there was a black hand playing with my nipple. Instead of Barbara's pussy, I could feel him grinding his cock against my leg. And then he kissed me and just like Barbara, I kissed him back with passion. Another black man came up behind me and I was sandwiched between the two of him. My skirt had ridden up and one man's hard cock was pressed between my bare ass cheeks with only my thong and his trousers separating us. He reached around, lifted my crop top over my nipples and began playing with my nipples. His two black hands were driving me crazy. My other dance partner had placed my hand on his cock, the largest cock I've ever felt. His hand went between my legs, under my panties and was working a finger into my pussy. I was out of control and on the edge of coming.

Just then, Barbara grabbed my free hand and pulled me away to the complaints from the two men. "Sorry guys, she's mine tonight."

Barbara led me right to the door as BM's limo pulled up. We got in and two champagne flutes were waiting for us. I drank most of mine in one gulp not believing what I just let happen to me. I was sitting there in shock as Barbara leaned in and kissed me and as before I kissed her back with passion. Her hand went to my pussy and she began to rub my clit. I hadn't noticed that she had removed her top and she pulled my mouth to her tit and I licked and sucked on a woman's tits for the first time. I used my teeth on the piercings. Barbara back away from my mouth, reached down which seemed to give Barbara a thrill. She pulled me away and slid my panties off. Before I realized what was happening, I felt her mouth on my pussy. I came in minutes bucking up and down against her face. I laid there trying to catch my breath when Barbara leaned away from me, pulling me to her pussy. I don't know why but I didn't hesitate and began to lick and suck away on her clit. She lasted a little longer that I did but she was soon coming too.

We laid there, half naked, in an embrace, while we swapped gentle kisses. I realized the driver had watched the whole thing and for some reason I didn't care. The thought of him watching me lick my first pussy was getting my juices running.

"You've done that before," asked Barbara.

"The only thing I did tonight that I've done before was drink champagne. I've never been with a woman before, I've never let two black men play with my body before. I've never done anything like that before, especially in public. Even in here with the limo driver watching."

"Did you like that, James?"

"Yes, mam I did."

"Wait, the limo driver is named James." He looked back at me and winked.

"Not really, he is from the same country as BM and his name is really hard to pronounce. One night after too much champagne I said, 'home James' as a joke and it stuck."

It was late when they dropped me off. I had to shower and hide the clothes I wore before Mark got home. It seemed like my head had only touched the pillow when I felt Mark climb into bed with me. I think he began snoring before his head hit the pillow.

Poor Mark I thought as waves of guilt washed over me. Working so hard to put me through school while I was out drinking champagne and letting black men expose me and play with me on a dance floor. And then thoughts of Barbara came in. I wonder what would make Mark angrier. Knowing Mark, it would be allowing myself to be put in that situation in the first place. But he didn't know how lonely I was. All I knew was that I was very fortunate to be married to Mark. I snuggled up against him and wrapped my arm around him. Even in his deep sleep, he took my hand and pressed it against his chest and I felt his heart beating.

At our next lunch I asked Barbara about the night at the club. "We've always been friends Mary. Now where just friends with benefits as the saying goes. I was fortunate to have been born to be a super model, a gift from the gods. There were so many things I got to experience and I would like to share some of them with you. Maybe the zebra club was a step too far but I think you were enjoying yourself."

"Maybe too much," I said. "I'm not sure what would have happened if you hadn't intervened. As it was, I was wracked with guilt when Mark came home, not because of what we did oddly, but what I let those men do to me on the dance floor."

"You're bored lonely and horny, a dangerous combination for a beautiful woman like yourself."

After shopping for another sexy dress, Barbara took me to a gay bar the following week. Anytime I bent over the top, which was really just two straps, opened up exposing my tits and lifted the back of my dress exposing my naked ass since Barbara insisted on no panties. Like the week before, James pulled up to a side door, avoiding the line and we were escorted to a reserved table containing a champagne bottle and filed flutes. I rolled my eyes.

Barbara said, "Don't worry, I won't let you get into any trouble here, but on the way home, you're all mine kitten."

As we drank our champagne, I noticed that only women were in the place although some didn't look very feminine. There were a lot of women kissing or dirty dancing together. And there were a lot of tits on display. I felt less self-conscious about my dress and instead I had that alive feeling. It was clear that Barbara had taken me to a lesbian bar and I decided to enjoy myself. After two flutes of champagne, we were back on the dance floor. One of Barbara's hands grabbed my ass, the other pulled the straps of my dress apart exposing both my tits and then we kissed. I started playing with Barbara's piercings. I found out if I rubbed her nipples the right way, she let out a moan.

"For a girl who insists she was never with a woman before, you certainly know how to please me kitten."

"When did you get the piercings?"

"About the time I moved in with BM, he likes pierced tits and they definitely increase my arousal." She pulled her blouse open and said, "Look, they are both black cocks and balls."

I leaned in and started sucking on her nipples. She was taller than me so I didn't have far to lean.

"Are you surprised that I live with BM kitten," she said between moans.

"Maybe, you told me he was good in bed so I assumed you had a sexual relationship with him."

"It's more than that but hard to explain and this is not the place. In short, it's not an exclusive relationship and we're both free to enjoy ourselves with whoever we please."

We sat back down and enjoyed another flute of champagne. Some of the women were getting carried away on the dance floor and I noticed some heading to a backroom.

Barbara noticed where I was looking and said, "There are several rooms back there full of women having sex with each other. I'm not ready to share you with that many women."

I noticed while she was talking that she had two fingers in her pussy. She took the fingers out and pressed them against my lips, I opened my mouth and began sucking on them."

"Do you like the way my cunt tastes kitten?"

I moaned a yes. She took my hand and said let's go.

James was waiting for us at the door again with more champagne in the back seat.

"To the park James." And James replied "Yes Mistress" and then she was all over me and I was all over her.

We pulled into a small park by a lake. After removing my dress, Barbara led my naked body over to one of the tables as James was laying a blanket on it. She pushed me back onto the table and then planted her mouth on my pussy. She started running her tongue up and down my pussy lips and the sucking on my clit. Barbara kept dragging her tongue lower and lower and then I felt her swirl it around my asshole. I heard the lewd moan coming from my mouth and then her tongue was replaced by her thumb as her mouth found my clit again. I came hard spasming as if I was being electrocuted. We kissed as she said I think my kitten may like anal.

Barbara proceeded to crawl up me just as I had crawled up Mark on her honeymoon. When Barbara crawled up, she pinned my arms under her legs. I couldn't move if I wanted to. But instead of planting her pussy on my mouth, it was her ass. I didn't hesitate and began licking her asshole and as she lowered herself further, I pushed my tongue into her ass. Very good kitten she said. She squirmed around on my tongue and I realized I was tongue fucking her ass. I could see that she had several fingers of one hand buried in her pussy while the other hand was frantically rubbing her clit. I could also see that James was recording it all on a small video recorder. When she started coming, she shifted back and her juices filled my mouth. I was slightly afraid that she would suffocate me since my arms were still pinned, my nose was crushed against her pelvic bone and her pussy had a seal on my mouth.

But Barbara unpinned me as she slid down next to me and we kissed.

"For a person who said they were never with a woman before, you certainly know how to please a woman. You are something kitten. But we have to take care of the driver."

I didn't know what she meant until I looked over at James and he had his cock out which was very hard. Barbara pulled me on the bench to sit next to her and James was waiving his cock in our faces.

"Poor James, he works so hard keeping us safe, and he gets so turned on watching two beautiful women please each other. We can't send him home like this."

While she talked, she had taken James' cock in her hand and began stroking it, and then she started sucking it. James was dark, one of the darkest black men I have ever seen, and his cock was huge. I found it very erotic watching this blond woman sucking on this big black cock. She pulled off and pushed my face against his cock and said "Your turn kitten."

She really didn't leave me any choice and I started sucking my first black cock, the first cock besides my husband's since we were married. There was a pang when I saw my wedding ring on the hand I had wrapped around the cock and then I realized James had been filming the whole thing. Two naked white women sucking his black cock in a park. The whole time I was sucking James, Barbara had her hand on the back of my head, pushing it further down.

"You need to practice deep throating that dildo if you're going to please a black man."

She pulled me off using a handful of my hair and started sucking James's cock again. I watched her take more and more of James' cock into her mouth until her nose was pressed against his belly. Then James took over, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and began literally fucking her face. He had handed me his camera. It was pretty powerful, especially when James shoved his cock all the way in and began coming. He pulled back and I watched Barbara's cheeks bulge. She pulled off the cock and I watched the last few spurts land on Barbara's tits. I was

completely unaware that when Barbara pulled me in for a kiss that she was going to fill me mouth with his come.

"Doesn't a black man's come taste great kitten," as she scooped of the come off her tits and pushed it into my mouth.

I wasn't sure if it tasted any different than Mark's.

I laid awake when I got home, there was some remorse about sucking off James, the image of my wedding ring on my hand holding a black cock while I was sucking on it haunted me. But nothing I did with Barbara bothered me at all. It was scary how infatuated I was with her and my name was now almost exclusively kitten. Mark would be home soon. Poor Mark, working so hard while his wife is drinking champagne in nightclubs and having sex with another woman. That thought was still running in my head when I felt Mark lay down next to me. Again, I snuggled up against him.

The next day, Barbara invited me out to lunch and James picked me up in the limo. Over lunch I asked her to explain her relationship with BM. She said:

"BM's culture is completely different than our own but very common in Africa and some other countries. Somewhat like the Mormons, the chief can have multiple wives but it is not exclusive for either the chief or the women, to the contrary actually. It is considered an honor for a woman to give herself to the chief, for the woman, her parents and her husband if she's married. But when the woman gives herself to the chief, she does so completely which includes not only sex with the chief but also with council members and any visiting dignitaries from other tribes. The women are only obligated to stay for one year, of course they can stay longer, they can bear his child if they wish and the chief agrees. It is a great honor to carry the chief's child. After which, they leave the chief and marry one of the other men in the tribe."

"So, you're one of BM's wives. How many does he have?"

"Six I think right now. There were eight, one had his child and left and I'm not sure what happened to the other except that she was past her one-year point."

"And how long have you been with BM?

"Going on seven years now, I think. I enjoy this life. I love being with BM and I love having sex with a variety of people, especially you kitten."

"Do you ever think of leaving?"

"Sometimes, I watch mothers with their babies and feel envious. More frequently as I get older. And face it kitten, our looks are not eternal. Eventually I'd like to marry a man not unlike your Mark, have a few kids and grow old with him in rocking chairs on the front porch."

"But enough about me," she said. "Did you enjoy yourself last night kitten?"

"My time with you was amazing, beyond words. When Mark climbed into bed with me there was a pang of guilt about sucking James, but it was overshadowed by what we enjoyed."

"Interesting," said Barbara. "I'll have to think of someplace else to go next week."

"I don't have classes next week, it's a one-week break between summer semesters."

"Well than kitten, I have a much better idea for something to do at your house after your husband leaves for work. And practice taking that whole dildo into your mouth kitten. Mark will really appreciate your new skills."

Over the weekend, Mark actually has Saturday off although he sleeps most of the day. While he's sleeping, I run to the store and pick the ingredients to make his favorite dinner. All I could think about is what Barbara had planned for me next week. I decided to introduce him to the idea of Barbara to mark while we're eating.

"You'll never believe the new friend I have. She's a former supermodel and we have lunch every week."

"Where did you meet a supermodel?"

"Actually, through a professor at school. I was sitting in the library trying to finish a term paper and getting frustrated. I couldn't get the pieces to go together, to get the right flow. He was sitting at the other end of the tabled and noticed my frustration. He must be ten years older than me if not more but he came over and asked me if I needed help. I told him I was giving up. He sat down next to me and started reviewing my paper with a lot of mumbling. He said he was a professor at the university and asked me to send it to him. We made plans to meet the following day at a coffee shop. While we were drinking our coffee and discussing my current class, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen walked into the café and sat down next to the professor. He introduced Barbara as his administrative assistant and she handed me a redline copy of the paper along with a thumb drive."

"Wait a minute," said Mark. "The most beautiful woman in the world works as an assistant to a university professor."

"Yes, and she gets chauffeured around in a limousine."

"What," exclaimed Mark.

"The professor's family is extremely wealthy so Barbara gets to use the limousine whenever the professor doesn't need it. I bump into the professor a couple of times a week while I'm studying in the library and he always ask what I'm working on and offers to help if I'm having trouble. I don't think I would have passed calculus last semester without his help. He reviewed a couple of other papers for me and like the first time, Barbara would bring me a red line along with a thumb drive. She invited me to lunch one day and we've been having lunch once a week since. I can't imagine what the neighbors think when they see me getting into a limo."

"Why is a former supermodel working as an admin to a university professor."

"She talked about how hard it is to be a model, the travel, eating in fancy restaurants and then throwing up the food so she would meet the weight requirements of her contract. In the end she had to get off the hamster wheel, her words. She didn't want to sit around or do anything slightly associated with modeling and then she saw an ad for part time admin assistant."

Mark said, "I'm glad you have a new friend. I worry about how much time you are alone with all the hours I work even though you're very devoted to your schoolwork. I'm proud of how focused you are."

We kissed and I felt like I was gut punched. He took my hand and led me into the bedroom and we made love, just like usually with me on my back. It was the first time we had sex in months and all I could think about was Barbara, the way she touched, the way she made me feel. I sensed Mark's approaching orgasm and faked my own. After a little bit, we were headed to dreamland.

Just before I fell asleep, Mark said, "please don't fake your orgasms with me. I know I'm not always going to trip your trigger and I guess I'm out of practice."

If the first gut punch was with his left, that one was with his right.

But the following morning my mind was completely focused on Barbara again. As she suggested, I practiced taking the dildo all the way into my mouth. I even facetimed her a few times so she could give me suggestions on how to relax my throat and breathe through my nose. She told me she was going to make me a good cock sucking whore. She was scheduled to come over on Thursday evening but James showed up on Wednesday with another package. "Mistress wants you to wear this tomorrow," he said.

Barbara showed up with a bottle of champagne wearing a leather corset, thigh high boots and a leather skirt with a leather thong underneath. I hoped my neighbors didn't see her. I was wearing the white bra and panties set along with a garter and white stockings. It was almost identical to one I wore on my honeymoon.

We sat on the couch, drinking champagne and exchanging soft kisses with gentle caresses. My pussy was so wet. I hadn't noticed that James had come in and was sitting in the armchair.

"Do you love me, do you like being my kitten," asked Barbara

"Yes," I said but it came out more like a purr.

"And you like doing the things I tell you to?"

She was rubbing her fingernail along my nipple and I simply said, "Always."

"That's why I like you kitten, but you should call me mistress."

I didn't even think about it, her fingernail was driving me insane. Maybe I thought it was part of the game when I said, "yes mistress."

"Now come and lay over my lap."

I said okay, and she gave me a sharp slap on my bare ass and I added mistress to the end of the sentence. She pulled my thong to the side and began rubbing my asshole. She squirted something on my ass and I felt her working it into my ass.

"Do you like my fingers in your ass or maybe you would prefer James's cock? But before my little whore starts taking big black cocks up there, we'll need to stretch you out."

I felt her push something in my ass, it was bigger than her fingers but certainly smaller than James's cock.

"It's a butt plug. I want that in your ass as often as possible. We'll find a bigger one later. Does that feel good kitten."

It did feel good, I could feel my pussy beginning to leak.

"It does feel good mistress."

She gave me a deep kiss and said, "Oh, we are going to have so much fun with you my little whore."

I need to pause this recollection for a moment. Shortly after inserting the plug in my ass, my memories of most of the next few months shift. It's more like I watching a movie instead of living it. And it's different than the videos that James records, which I have seen several times, because the perspective is different because in the movie in my mind, I also see James holding the video camara above Barbara and myself. There are also large blocks of time I cannot remember although there are videos of me doing things.

But that day in my house, Barbara took my hand and led me into my bedroom and I noticed that James followed us in. He sits at my make-up table. I thought, we or I, were going to have to suck him off again. Instead of being horrified that I was going to cheat on my husband again, I looked forward to practicing me new cock sucking skills.

Barbara took a large black phallus out of a bag. She removed a Velcro patch from her leather thong and attached the phallus to it. Barbara pushed the smaller end of the phallus into her pussy and then told me to kneel. As soon as I kneel, I take the phallus into my mouth. Barbara is trying to push it deeper into my throat. It's bigger than the dildo I have been practicing on and its much stiffer. This does not bend like the dildo. She has a handful of my hair and she starts fucking my face. She seems frustrated that she can't get it all in.

Things shift and Barbara is telling me to lay back on the bed near the edge. She kneels before me, throws my legs over her shoulder and starts rubbing the phallus against my pussy. I'm wet. Barbara commands me to sit up so I can watch the first black cock penetrate my cunt. The first of many she says. I just smile as the thing disappears into my pussy. Its bigger than the dildo and I can feel it stretching me. Before its halfway in, I start coming. By the time it's all the way in I look like I'm in convulsions, my legs draped over Barbara. James is now naked, he kneels on the beg next to me and pushes his cock into my mouth. I can't suck him, Barbara is pounding the phallus into me and I have no control over my body.

Barbara pulls out and commands me to get on my hands and knees. She gets behind me and slams the phallus into my pussy. I face plant onto the bed as I start coming again. There's an intense pressure in my pussy. She pulls out and I feel myself spraying her until she slams into me again and another orgasm overtakes me. I'm a ragdoll as James pulls my head up by my hair and pushes his cock into my mouth. I still can't suck him but he doesn't care. He uses my hair to push his cock deeper into my throat until my nose is pressed against his belly. Then he starts fucking my face in rhythm with Barbara fucking my pussy. They're talking about my first double team.

Barbara stops and tell James she needs his cock, the push me off the bed as James lies on his back. Barbara pulls off the phallus and straddles James. She grabs my hair again and pulls me up so my head is laying on James's belly. She commands me to watch how James big black cock stretches her cunt. I lie there watching her pussy engulf his cock as she slowly descends. Once it's all the way in, she commands me to tongue her asshole. I move behind her and for the first time I notice the tattoo along her lower back. It says, "Property of BM" and beneath that, "Black cocks only."

I know Barbara wants me to tongue her asshole but it's a moving target. Barbara tells James to switch, she gets on her hands and knees while James gets behind her and starts fucking her again. It's like he's a machine.

Barbara says, "Get underneath me kitten and lick my clit."

I do as she asked. As I'm licking her clit, I'm watching that big black cock slide in and out of her. Her pussy is dripping, either into my mouth or onto my face. It is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Even though I've had countless orgasms, I start rubbing my clit. Soon I see James's cock pulsing and I know he's coming in Barbara and I come again. When he pulls out, a tidal wave of their come floods my mouth. Barbara sits up with her pussy planted on my mouth, I cannot move, she knows exactly what she's doing. She rolls off me and commands me to lick James's cock clean. I get right to work. When I'm done, Barbara comes near me and starts licking my face clean.

I'm standing in front of my mirror with Barbara behind me. It reminds me how much taller she is with those super model legs. She puts a collar around my neck, it says 'Kitty' and has some blue and red stones on it. She attaches a leash to it.

"You love me don't you kitten and you want to be my kitten so badly don't you, so much it makes your pussy wet and your nipples hard," she says as she's twisting the butt plug around in my ass.

"Yes Mistress," I say.

After they leave, I get in the shower. Huge clumps of my hair keep clogging the shower drain. I'm surprised to see all the bruises on my body when I get out. I have a vague recollection of Barbara slapping my ass and pinching my tits, or was that James, or did I pinch my own tits.

The beds a mess. I strip off the sheets and put them in the washer but even the mattress is wet. I'm barely strong enough to flip it over. The room reeks of sex so I light a bunch of candles in there.

The butt plug is still in my ass and I really like it.

There were some foggy days after that which I barely remember, maybe because nothing memorable happened. I did see Barbara one day at school. She took me into the lady's room and pushed a slightly bigger plug in my ass. I came.

My next memory is being in some bar. I don't remember going there but it's the first time that Barbara took me out with the collar. I'm dressed in a leopard skin loin cloth which barely cover my privates and a leopard skin crop top that barely covers my nipples. Barbara leads me onto the dance floor pulling on the leash. Barbara is grinding her bare pussy on my leg while I suck on her tits. Another woman joins us and the three of us are swapping kisses. The other woman and I are sucking on Barbara's tits. I go to start sucking on the other woman's tits and realize she has the same nipple piercings as Barbara. The other woman is playing with my butt plug.

Barbara and the other woman walk away and I'm again sandwiched between two black men. The man in front of me starts sucking on my tits and I notice my top is gone. He starts kissing me and working his fingers into my pussy. They've pulled up my loin cloth so I'm essentially naked on the dance. Both of them have their cocks out. Many people are watching us. I come on the man's fingers. The guy behind me holds me up using my tits as leverage.

Somebody begins pulling the leash and I follow, first thinking its Barbara but then realizing it's a black man. I don't know if it's one of the black men from the dance floor. We go into a hall way; other people are passing through. He pushed me down onto my knees and I take his cock into my mouth until my nose is pressed against his belly. I'm sucking away when I hear him or somebody calling me a slut for black cock. The man starts coming and I'm trying to swallow it all but I can't. A second man takes his place, I never see his face. He is not gentle like the first man and as soon as my nose presses against his belly, he starts fucking my face. While he's fucking my face I have two fingers in my pussy. I feel him getting ready to come and prepare to swallow but he grabs my hair. Pulls me off his cock and starts coming on my face. I come.

Another man steps up to take his place but someone yanks on my leash and pulls me away. I realize its Barbara and she's complaining that she can't leave me alone for a minute. What a mess she says that asshole came all over you and she's mad that I lost my top. She leads me across the dance floor like that, almost naked and covered in come. She has James take me home while she stays at the club.

I remember looking at myself in the mirror before I got in the shower, thinking I should be embarrassed that all those people saw me like that, I should be horrified that I sucked off two men I didn't know. But none of those emotions came. I climbed in the shower with my dildo stuck on the wall and came multiple times until I ran out of hot water.

Since Mark was working four in the afternoon to eight the next morning, I tried to stay out of the house so he could sleep undisturbed. I usually spent my time in the library and then eat something from home before my class. Barbara joined me the next Monday.

"I was very mad at you kitten, the way you behaved at the club last week. That was Monica, one of my sister wives, that we were dancing with. I thought the three of us could have fun together. Like I said, I was mad at you and then I realized I should be mad at me knowing your low tolerance for champagne. Do you forgive me?"

I said, "yes mistress," but really, I had little idea what she was talking about. We were in the car, I got changed, she gave me a bigger butt plug and then we were on the dance floor. I had no memory of drinking champagne nor did I have any hangover the next morning. But that whole, maybe 48 hours was a complete blur.

She said, "I have something serious to ask you. Join me and Monica as sister wives, we could have so much fun together. You love me so much don't you and you know I watch out for you. Give yourself to BM and join us."

I said, "Ok mistress."

"Not so fast kitten. You may not know what it really means to give yourself to a man completely. But why don't we get together at your house after class and we can talk about it some. You must be missing the taste of my cunt and I am certainly missing your talented tongue."

She leaned in and gave me a deep kiss while pinching my tit. As she left, I noticed a few of my classmates watching us. I waved and they came over, being unusually quiet until I asked how their term papers were coming. I wasn't sure we had a term paper due but it was the first thing that popped into my head.

Just Barbara came over that night, James stayed in the car. She put on my collar and leash. She walked me around the living room and every time she stopped, I was supposed to drop to my knees. She had a crop in one hand and would give me a smack if I was slow. She had me get on my hands and knees and she fucked me with the fake cock. I kept coming and my juices were running down my leg. When she felt I had enough, she had me get on my back, and after she removed the fake cock, she sat on my face, alternating between me licking her pussy or tonguing her ass.

After the sex, we discussed becoming her sister wife. The conversation really centered around giving myself completely to BM and what that meant. Essentially, he owned my body and had free use of it along with other members of the council. I was only allowed to have sex with the sister wives, BM, council members and anyone else that BM authorized. I was no longer allowed to have sex with any white man including my husband.

"But I'm sure he doesn't satisfy you anymore does he, there's no more thrill there, not like it is with me or black men. And once you've had BM, your husband won't even appeal to you. He'll seem weak and his cock will seem so small, you won't even know he's inside you. Even when BM is not available, he'll make sure you have plenty of black cock to keep you satisfied. The council members will love a new girl like you. That reminds me, I have a special surprise for you tomorrow night."

That night, and I'm not really sure it was that night, Barbara and Monica picked me up. Barbara had a new outfit for me, similar to the leopard skin one but this was tiger stripes, a loin cloth and a crop top that kept sliding up and revealing my nipples. Barbara was dressed up like a lion tamer I think. I can't remember what Monica was wearing. Barbara pushed in a new butt plug and this one was special because a tiger tail was attached to it. I also and a barrette with tiger ears.

"Listen kitten, this is not a good place to kneel when I stand still. There will be too many people walking around and I don't want you stepped on. But you are not allowed to sit on furniture my pet. If i sit, you should sit on the floor next to me and put your head in my lap. Do you understand kitten?"

"Yes mistress."

"You're getting very good with your 'yes mistress.' But tonight, I want everyone to know how much you love me. You do love me so much, don't you kitten."

"Yes mistress, I love you more than anything."

"You are a very good kitty, so it's not just yes mistress, add an 'I love you' to the end.

"Yes mistress, and I really do love you."

By the time we got to the club everything started getting fuzzy. I walked between Barbara and Monica, with Barbara holding my leash. There were a lot of other people dressed like me, both men and women, with both men and women holding leashes. Some 'owners' had two 'pets.' All the pets were almost naked and all the pets had a tail. Most of the male pets had their cocks exposed.

We went into a lounge area where Barbara sat in a chair and I sat on the floor as directed and she petted my head and called me a good kitty. Some of the pets sniffed and licked each other. One male pet started licking himself and got a whack from his master's crop. I was given a bowl to drink from with a small straw. At least it had champagne in it. The evening was boring, I sat, Barbara petted, if Barbara had to go do something Monica took over holding my leash. I'm certain I fell asleep at one point.

I woke up with Barbara pulling my leash. I remember almost passing out when I stood up, like I had drank a whole bottle of champagne but I don't remember even emptying the small bowl. They took me into a room with several pets and masters hanging around. They had me lay my torso on what looked like an operating table. A man sprayed some stuff on my back, it smelled like disinfectant and then he began giving me a tattoo. I didn't feel a thing except for the pressure on my lower back.

When he was done, they had me lay on my back on the table. The same man was spraying stuff on my chest and tits, it smelled like disinfectant but I could feel my chest going numb. He started tattooing between my tits and then pierced my nipples. He put in the same dick shaped bars that Barbara had.

When he was done the three of us turned our backs to the mirror and we all had the same tattoo, "Property of BM" and "Black Cocks Only" underneath. All three of us have the same dick shaped bars in our nipples. I have "kitty" tattooed between my tits but the "I" is shaped like a cock and balls, the dot of the 'I' looks like the cock is spurting come. The tattooist puts bandages on my tattoos and give me instructions which immediately leave my mind.

I don't know how much longer we are there. Monica keeps lifting the bandages to show off my tattoos.

And then we're in the back of the limo.

And then we're in the park. Monica and Barbara are taking turns kissing me or licking my pussy leading to an intense orgasm as Barbara pulls the butt plug out and I feel empty.

And then a naked James is putting my legs over his shoulders. He's rubbing his cock against my pussy. The girls are telling me to sit up and watch my first black cock penetrate my cunt. I can't believe that thing is going to fit in me and it sobers me up. I come once the head is in me and the orgasm doesn't stop and then he's all the way in me. I can't imagine a better feeling, hundreds of emotions slip through my mind, I love him, I love his cock, I love the way he's fucking me, I am in love with black cocks, I don't want it to end. He pauses as he pulls my legs off his shoulder and I'm ready to cry because I think he's done, but he has other plans. He pulls me in for a kiss and starts fucking me again. My legs are wrapped around him pulling him deeper but I don't think I have a "deeper." When he's not kissing me, I'm licking the sweat off his chest, sucking on his nipples. My body is stuck in the most incredible orgasm of my life.

I feel him coming inside me and I start crying because he is really done. The girls push him away and start sucking his come out of my pussy and then pushing it into my mouth. I've never been more satisfied.

The next morning I'm sleeping when Mark comes in. I check to make sure I'm wearing the sweatshirt and pants which has been my wardrobe since the summer began. In the beginning I was trying to hide the bruises that Barbara always seemed to leave on my body, but now I need to hide my new tats and piercing. I realize I have no memory of coming home the night before and I panic that I left something out. He takes a quick shower and climbs into bed with me.

"I've got some good news and bad news. The good news is I'm getting a new job so they'll be no more night shifts. You won't have to sleep alone. I'll still be working doubles but I will start at eight and end at eleven and in bed by midnight."

I'm momentarily horrified and I try not to show it. It'll be impossible to go clubbing with Barbara and making it home before Mark got home. And I start thinking about James and his cock and I feel my pussy leaking.

"That's great honey but hit me with the bad news."

"The bad news is I'll have to go to training on the west coast for this new piece of equipment we're getting. I'll probably leave the following Monday and be back in a few days. Are you still in evening classes."

"Yes, probably another two weeks and I have not nailed down my fall schedule." I lied, since I've spent most of the last couple of weeks sleepwalking, I have no idea how many weeks of classes I have left. I haven't even thought about the fall semester. And right now, all I can think about is getting fucked by James again. But the girls tell me BM is a way better fuck then James. Maybe the bad news is really good news because while Mark is on the west coast, I can fully give myself to BM.

Mark gives me a kiss on my forehead as he's sniffing something. He puts his head on the pillow and he's asleep. I get up and go pee and the "oh shit" feeling hits me. I never showered last night. There's dried come on my legs and the crotch of my sweats are covered in come and crusty. I start the shower and pull off my sweats and the smell of disinfectant they used overwhelms me. I carefully wash my new tats and piercings. There's a gray memory of being told not to let them get wet but I need to get rid of that smell before I puke.

I send a text to Barbara and express my disappointment of missing clubbing and what about James.

"We'll just have to schedule your time with James for daytime. I'll schedule the ceremony for BM the day after your husband leaves for the west coast. Please meet me tonight at the campus. I have a new present for you kitten."

"Thank you, mistress, I love you so much," I text back.

I'm pacing around the house and decide to leave so I don't wake up Mark. In the library I try to study and mind can't focus. I think of the ceremony and then what, do I live with BM, do I live with Barbara or do I stay with Mark. How long would that last before he realizes I don't want him physically, that I've found that I love a woman, that I've fallen in love with a black man that truly satisfies me like he never could. There are some black men in the library and start fantasying that I'm sucking their cocks. I cream my panties.

Barbara sends me a text and I meet her in the parking lot, she's in the limo and James is driving. She reaches into my panties and I'm sopping wet. She had a new dildo for me, much larger than the last one. I need to practice with to prepare for giving myself to BM. Do some selfies she says so I can tell BM you're ready. James drives the limo into an alleyway where there are a bunch of bums hanging around. She tells me to strip and then get out of the car. With no hesitation I strip and get out. We now have the bums' attention. Barbara tells me to bend over the trunk and works a new butt plug into my ass. James comes behind me and starts working his cock into my cunt. I'm so happy. Barbara scoots onto the trunk, pulls up her skirt and pushes her cunt into my mouth. I know what Mistress wants.

I don't remember anything else, not James coming, not arriving at home. I wake up on the couch still naked. The butt plug has fallen out of my ass and there are gobs of come all over me and leaking out of my cunt. When I go into the bathroom, I find that I am covered in dried come, my face, my hair, my tits, really everywhere. My knees have been bleeding. After showering I check the doorbell cam. That is exactly how I walked up the sidewalk, naked and covered in come.

Barbara had sent me a text with a video. It started with a closeup of my face as I'm licking her pussy. She pans back to show that James is fucking me from behind. She pans out more to show there are at least a dozen homeless men watching. Periodically I shout out I'm coming, or I love black cock or I love licking cunt. I see James thrust in very hard and I know he's coming. Just watching the video sends my fingers into my pussy. After James is done, I drop to my knees on the pavement and lick his cock clean. I can hear Barbara talking to someone in the background. James steps away and the homeless men step up. They are jerking off and start spraying me with their come. Barbara is calling me a cum slut and I look like I am enjoying myself, holding my mouth open and rubbing the come that misses into my tits and cunt.

I spend most of my time the next week in a daze and barely remember anything. What I do know is mostly from videos. There are almost two gigabytes of data on the cloud drive I set up when I started school and most of it is pictures of me naked and or having sex with someone. There are a bunch of videos of me having sex. I love the ones when I'm with Barbara. The are several videos of me trying to work the new toy into my cunt.

On Sunday, Mark is heading to California for a week of training and Monday is the day I give myself to BM. The Saturday before, James comes over and fucks me so good. As I lick his cock clean and make him hard again. I am rewarded by another good fucking. I had squirted so much again that I had to flip the mattress again. After a shower in which I flushed the gallons of James cum out of my cunt, I started thinking about breaking out my new toy again when I heard Mark's car pull up. In a panic I hid the toy, put on a pair of sweats and grab a text book. Mark came in and made some small talk, announced he was getting a shower and gave me a wink. The wink was code he was in the mood from sex. I was horrified and shut off all the lights. The thought that he would see my ink or my piercings sent a shiver through me. The dick studs in my nipples were easy to pull out but the tattoos were more of a challenge. I pulled the blanket up to my neck and slipped off my sweatpants.

Mark flipped the light on when he came out of the shower and I shrieked so he turned it off. He dropped his towel and climbed into bed with me. I always loved the way Mark made love to me, sweet and gentle, and always making sure my pleasure was important to him. Not like James who really didn't care about me. I was a hole for him to stick his cock in and he knew I loved it. Thinking about James made my pussy wet and when Mark's fingers slipped into my pussy I wondered if he thought he turned me on.

I wanted to tell him that my cunt belonged to black cock when he kissed me. The moment was lost as he slid his dick into me and I resigned myself to letting my husband fuck me one last time. I was thinking he was about to come and faked my own orgasm. He stopped fucking me, pulled out before coming and walked away with his pillow under his arm. At the door he said, "Again Mary?"

It brought back the memory of the last time we had sex and I faked my orgasm. A wave of regret overcame me as I realized that would probably be the last time I saw him.

I do not remember anything about the ceremony when I gave myself to BM that Sunday. There were some pieces that seemed familiar when I watched the video. Wearing my wedding gown was Barbara's idea. It looked sexy as hell an I can't count how many times I made myself come watching it. I regretted not remembering the part where BM fucked my virgin ass and my ass and cunt were so sore the next day I could not sit down.

Barbara said they were giving me Monday off when I woke up that day. She wanted to put another butt plug in me but I was too sore. I was licking her pussy when she told me that I had to go back to my house on Tuesday morning because I had to start pleasing the council members. I was hoping for more time with BM.

I lived in my house and every day, a parade of black men fucked me, sometime two at a time. Barbara insisted I keep my wedding rings on. She said black men love fucking white women, and they love fucking a white man's wife even more. Sometimes Monica would come over too. On Friday, Monica came over early and then four black men came over and fucked us, the two girls bent over the coffee table while the men alternated between which cunt, ass or mouth they would fuck. After they left, all our holes were sore and leaking come. But Monica and I laid on the floor sucking and licking each other. It was the perfect ending to a fantastic day. Until I laid down in my bed and saw Mark and I in our wedding picture.

I hadn't thought about Mark since he left for California and he was due back on Monday. He was so good to me and all I did was cheat on him with dozens of black men. I don't know why all of a sudden, I felt guilty. All afternoon when I was getting fucked in all my holes by four different black men there were no feelings of remorse, nor was there any remorse while Monica and I were sucking their come out of each other's cunts. I called up Barbara and told her I can't stay in this house anymore. She said she would send James over in the morning.

The next day, Barbara told me I needed $30,000 to buy a room in BM's mansion. I raided our bank accounts and credit cards to come up with the money. I also left Mark the goodbye message.

The first few weeks were simply thrilling. Partly because the fog had lifted and I could really enjoy myself, more importantly, I could remember how much I enjoyed myself. Most days were spent meeting black men in different hotels and getting my brains fucked out. Weekend nights were usually spent in some club with Barbara or Monica leading me around by my leash with sport figures fucking me in the VIP rooms. My favorite were the parties in the mansion, the men dressed in fine suits and us ladies dressed in lingerie like some old-fashioned whore house. If you met a man's fancy, he would take you up to one of the many bedrooms on the second floor.

And I met many men's fancy, so many they started putting me in movies, shorts they called them. The themes were pretty similar, I played a married woman and some white man would play my husband and "forced" to watch me fuck a black man or two. Sometimes I would even have lines which were mostly taunts to my pretend husband. None of them were going to get me an academy award nomination.

Life was good in the first few months while I was in the mansion. Twice BM came into my room and fucked me and I mean he fucked me good. I was beginning to realize that just because a man was black, it didn't mean he had a big dick, and whatever the dick size didn't mean he was any good in bed. I was working on my faking it skills per direction of Barbara and Monica.

Just as I was feeling good, a woman named Janet rained on my parade. She started talking to me one morning while I was eating breakfast in the mansion's kitchen. She asked how I ended up in the mansion:

"Pretty simple," I said, "I met BM at school one day and then I met Barbara. BM was the most fascinating man I ever met and I quickly fell in love with Barbara even though I had never been with a woman before. It was so much more fascinating than my life at home. After giving myself to BM, I started feeling guilty about cheating on my husband."

"Was your husband a dick?"

"Oh no, he was the most loving husband a girl could want. He started working two shifts when I was laid off so I could finish college and then go onto my master's degree."

"Are you fucking stupid, you left a good man so you could move into a whore house?"

"What are you talking about, I've given myself to BM."

"You dumb cunt, you've given yourself to BM to be one of his whores. Every man who has stuck his dick in one of your holes has paid BM for the opportunity, except for James."

"How did you get here," I said in a complete loss of words?

"One night, my husband had a few of his buddy's over and after a few drinks, he held me down so they could rape me. After they were done, and they passed out from drinking, I set the house on fire and killed all six of the mother fuckers. I was hitchhiking out of state when Barbara and James picked me up. She asked me if I could handle black cock and to prove myself, she had James fuck me on the hood. I've been whoring for them for nine months now, only three more months to go before I can get out of here."

"Here isn't that bad then, is it?"

"Jesus, I can't believe how fucking blind you are. You are fresh meat so BM's best paying customers want you. After the newness wears off, you start moving down the food chain. In the end you end up with the gangbangers who will chip in on you. None of them will treat you nice and you'll get fucked by at least a dozen thugs who will probably charge other men $25 bucks a pop. By the time your year is up, you'll be just a cheap whore with nothing left but to continue whoring. That's if they don't sell you into white slavery in some middle east country, never to be seen again."

"This can't be true," I said.

"It's even worse than true. You must be one stupid cunt. Are you sure you graduated college? I've been here nine months and I've seen the life cycle of cheap whores like us. It's not pretty."

Janet talked about how Barbara was the recruiter for BM's sex empire which included web sites and movies. Older woman like us were recruited for one his "black enterprises." Barbara also worked the college campuses for young coeds who she put to work for rich white men. The more she talked, I was overcome with depression. She gave me some powder I snorted which made me not care about anything.

I felt even worse when I came down from my high and I realized how badly I fucked up, but there was no way to unwind what I did. I pushed myself to try and make the best out of the situation. As Janet predicted, after another month or so, I was no longer fucking sports players or men dressed in nice suits. I think the stuff I was snorting was a form of heroin. She showed me where the medicine locker was. It was loaded with different drugs, heroin, fentanyl, cocaine and some other things I didn't recognize. Janet said we had been using fentanyl which was the cheapest thing in the room so they cared the least about it. I asked Janet about the jars full of a thick liquid.

"That's what they have been putting in the butt plugs they shove into your ass or slipping into your drinks. I don't really know what's in it but it makes you more compliant and willing to try new things especially when it is absorbed in your ass. Obviously, you grew to love black cock and Barbara's pussy or you would not have made it to butt plugs. Every girl has her own fetish or fetishes, maybe some she doesn't even realize. Maybe she likes pain or exposing herself or whoring in front of an audience. The drug in the butt plug makes it hard to say no to anything they want you to try and it helps them to know where to use you in their business."

She grabbed the ring on my collar and pulled me close to her, "Some girls are just very submissive, willing to be led around by a leash and do whatever their mistress tells them to do. Let's go back to my room and you can lick my pussy."

Janet pulled me by my collar and led me to her room where I licked her pussy to orgasm. After that we became good friends and spent most of our time and nights together when we were at the mansion. She gave me the one thing I missed most about Mark, someone cared about me. And then one day she was gone. There were tons of rumors where she went; BM made her disappear because she was a troublemaker and sold her to some oil baron, one of her John's bought out her contract or the cops finally caught up with her for killing her husband.

The disappearance of Janet sent me into another depression. I started visiting the medicine locker and began injecting the fentanyl instead of sniffing it. I lost weight, a lot of weight and most of my boobs. BM and Barbara decided I need a boob job and arranged for some med school drop out to do the surgery. It was a mess; my boobs were different sizes and the left one pointed sideways. None of my regular clients wanted anything to do with me anymore and I ended up servicing the gangbangers and their friends. I became their whore and rarely returned to the mansion. I think I spent the entire last month of my contract in some crack house getting fucked for $25 a shot. They kept the money of course but they did keep me supplied in fentanyl.

I don't know how many of their friends I serviced one night but I was covered in come. Every time I moved, come poured out of my ass or cunt. They picked me up and tossed me in the shower and began peeing on me. After being soaked in pee, they let me shower all the come and pee off me. That repeated itself over the rest of the week. I didn't realize it was the last night of my contract when they were particularly brutal. They beat me with a belt and shoved different objects in my ass and cunt. I don't know how many men fucked me, many thought I was too disgusting and just jerked off on me. They picked me up and carried me to the street in front of their house. There was something like a baseball bat shoved up my ass. I was on my hands and knees trying to get the bat out of my ass but they wouldn't let me. Instead, they invited everyone in the neighborhood to pee on me. Men and women were gathered around me peeing. And then someone decided to shit on me and others followed suit. Somebody kicked me in the ribs so I would roll over so they could shit on my face.

They left me laying there like that for hours. Even a dog came up and peed on me. I wanted to move but couldn't come up with a plan. I knew I was no longer wanted in the gang's house. I was trying to stand as the sun came up when two men grabbed me. They put a shirt on me, wrapped a plastic sheet around me and gently put me in the trunk of a car. I'm not sure how far we drove when the car stopped and the trunk opened. The two men picked me up out of the trunk and laid me on a lawn. It was a lawn I recognized in horror. And then there was Mark, kind loving Mark, helping me into the house and washing all the shit off me.

Mark's Epilogue

Mary was hung up on my reluctance to be intimate with her. The last two times we had sex before she left for BM she had faked her orgasms leaving me feeling inadequate. After watching the videos she left for me in her goodbye message ruined any chance that I could overcome that. Maybe there was a chance but not after reading her story.

We still slept together with Mary snuggled up against me but every time she touched my cock I pulled her hand off and usually rolled over, putting me back to her. We tried just kissing one night but I never got hard, Mary reached down, felt my deflated cock and then ran to the guest room.

I slowly went back to my routine before Mary's return. I worked doubles when available but spent most of my time jogging. Mary was upset the first time I passed on dinner so I could go on a jog. I jogged every Saturday and Sunday and even started running some half marathons. Mary began to draw into herself, she was trying to complete her master's degree online. Several times I took her out to dinner or to a movie, which were the only times she smiled.

Mary asked me to go see the counselor again and I said ok. I knew she wanted things to go back to the way before her fuck up as she called it. That just wasn't going to happen.

We sat down with her shrink two weeks later. Mary started crying how we slept with each other every night, which was more that she ever hoped for until she started snuggling up to me. Then she wanted more, she wanted that intimacy when couples make love. She said I had been unwilling or unable to and it had been almost a year since she returned.

The counselor turned to me and asked me about being intimate with Mary again, I swallowed hard knowing I was going to kick her teeth in.

"The last two times Mary and I were intimate she faked her orgasm. I asked her not to do that again after the first time. I realized I was no longer enough to satisfy her. You've seen the men she was with, I don't come close to measuring up, no wonder I couldn't satisfy her. Hell, I wonder if she would even feel me if I entered her. And that's what runs through my head every time she tries to get intimate with me and I don't see that ever changing. She left me and gave herself to some black man in a voodoo style wedding and I let her move back into my house. I invited her into my bed and enjoy feeling her snuggle up against me. I think I have been more than reasonable here. Mary wants things to go back to the way they were before but I don't see that ever happening."

Mary had been crying since I mentioned her faking her orgasms. She looked at me,

"Will we ever have children Mark?"

Her question caught me by surprise, the thought of having children with Mary never crossed my mind. We talked about it a lot before her fuck-up, two kids or three, throwing possible names out. Unconsciously I began shaking my head, how could I trust her to never have another fuck up to never go hunting for the limo driver again.

Mary stood up, grabbed her purse and slowly walked out of the room, her shoulders sagging. She was still crying. The shrink nodded for me to go after her. I reached for her hand as I caught up to her but she refused to take my hand. We drove home in silence. Mary slept on the couch that night. It had been months since we last slept apart.

Mary was gone when I came home along with all her clothes. She left a note on the kitchen table:

"Mark, you have been more than fair with me, fairer than I could ever hope for. Like the baseball games you watch, once you get to first base, you want to get to second, then third and then you want to cross home plate. For me, crossing home plate is giving you the children you wanted. I know you would be a great father and I want you to have that opportunity. I am moving in with my mother so you can move on. It seemed like a lifetime ago I prayed you would move on and find a woman you deserved and now I realize that I was holding you back. I can't thank you enough for all the things you've done for me over the last year, which reminds me how you deserve so much more than me. Love always, Mary."

There was a feeling of relief when she moved out. I missed her but we wanted different things and those things weren't going to happen. My life quickly returned to the normal I established before she came back, I worked and ran. Almost all the money I earned went into the bank.

Mary started sending me pictures of women and their phone numbers suggesting that I give them a call. I never called any of them. She wanted to know why I didn't call them, telling me I hurt their feelings. I told her to stop sending me that stuff and nobody would feel hurt.

It must have been three years and some months after she left that I found her sitting in my car when I returned after a long run.

"You still don't lock your doors Mark." I wasn't sure if that was a question or stating the obvious.

"No Mary, I don't and the keys are under the seat if you were interested in steeling it," I said with a smile.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" I agreed and we headed to a local shop. Mary was looking good, she had put back on most of the weight she had lost and there was a spring in her step. She was rocking the jeans she was wearing."

"You are looking good Mary if you don't mind me saying so."

"I would never mind that Mark and I thank you for noticing. My mother watches me like a hawk."

We chatted and I realized we were chatting like old times, laughing at our little inside jokes. I enjoyed watching her face light up when she laughed. She caught me looking at her and smiled.

"I finally finished my master's degree Mark after changing my major a few times. Would you join me for dinner to celebrate?"

My mind went in circles for a minute and the smile on Mary's face began to crack.

"Only if I'm paying," I said. Her smile was back.