Chapter IX- Hopelessly Addicted

I felt as though I had run a marathon. Up a mountain. In the mud. Ladies and gentlemen allow to me introduce gold medal sport fucker Kristen W.! (The crowd goes wild!)

I gingerly walked in the front door the next morning and went to the kitchen for some coffee. The kid was in there eating some cereal and asked why I was walking funny. I acted like I didn't know what he was talking about. But Tony had gotten me good, and I walked bow legged for a couple days. It's amazing isn't it, I thought to myself, the difference. The difference between these big dick black guys I had been having sex with versus every other guy I had been with before that. Obviously the equipment they brought to the game was a major player, but add in the strength and stamina, a girl really had to be prepared before joining the big leagues. I, of course, was a professional sport fucker, willing and able to go toe to toe with the best of 'em, but after going a full ten rounds with Tony, even I knew when I had met my match.

All right, all right, enough with the sports analogies. LoL! I got coffee for myself and David and then made breakfast for David and myself and we all ate at the kitchen table. After breakfast the kid said he had plans with a buddy and headed out for a couple hours. I was still worn out so David and I just cuddled on the sofa for a bit. David was rubbing and caressing me in a kind of sexual manner, but there was no way he was going to be hitting this pussy in the condition I was in, so we just talked about last night. I expressed how proud I was of him in accepting his role in our newly defined relationship dynamic, and how proud I was that he embraced his duties last night. David was hesitant,

"I don't know Kristen, it was pretty humiliating." I kissed him.

"David, you were AMAZING! I felt so supported with you being there and...... I can't explain but..... it was so hot when you......" I didn't complete the sentence so David did.

"You mean when Tony ordered me to go down on you? Well, yes, that's kind of what I'm talking about. It's one thing to watch another man fuck your wife, for like, hours. But when that same man tells you to get down there and lick up his cum, well, it makes me feel like less of a man."

I stayed silent, just listening. He continued,

"It's just all so very conflicting, these feelings. It was devastatingly humiliating, but yet, somehow it was also so arousing, and when he told me to do it I did not hesitate. I just did what he told me, like it's just such a complete mind fuck!"

"I know what you mean...." I started.

"YES!" David interrupted. "Like when he took your ass, I was so surprised how you didn't even hesitate! It's like you were under his spell or something!"

"Good sex can be like a drug, I guess," is all I said, then steering it back to David I asked,

"But did you enjoy it?" David nodded his head, yes, and confessed,

"Yeah I guess I did, really. It's almost like it's been there the whole time, we just kind of discovered it by accident, you know? I guess deep down I always knew that I wasn't giving you what you needed, sexually. And I suppose I am actually naturally obedient to you in bed. I just always want to make sure you're sexually satisfied, and want to make sure I do everything I can, even if it means cleaning you up after your lover has had his way with you. But, I think I would have liked it even better if you were the one giving the orders, since you all had it planned out anyway."

I guess he had heard what Tony had blurted out during our session yesterday.

"I'm not sure where he was coming from with that," I started.

"It's OK," David stopped me. "It's not like I didn't know what a cuck's job is."

He smiled at me and I nestled my head on his shoulder. This should have felt like a triumphant moment, yet I suddenly had strong feelings of guilt. We were finally in the place I had been wanting for a while, but it was totally because I was a selfish bitch, only thinking of myself. David had never asked for any of this. Now it was me that was having conflicting feelings. I mean, since I had gone down this path, cheating and fucking around on my husband, I had had some amazing sex. Sex so good that now, fucking David was just a sympathy. There was not much in it for me except making sure my husband was not pussy free. So now it was making me think, did I ruin things between us by getting involved with Jalen, Max, Tony, etc? Talk about a mind fuck, to go through everything I had done to get to where we are right now, only to have second thoughts? What the hell!

Honestly, I did not know how it was going to play out from here, but it was the first time I had paused to think about the consequences of my actions. I absolutely knew that from now on I would always be a QOS, so what would my, and our lives look like going forward? How long would David be on board with this new lifestyle? Would he embrace it totally as his new self, or would he get tired of it, or eventually get jealous of me or one of my boyfriends? I decided in that moment that I should step back for a while and take a break from my deviant behavior, just see how it naturally played out. I should focus more on my marriage and my family, and keep my pussy in my pants. I was a strong, independent woman, and I was in control of myself and my actions, so it was decided.

I was good for a while, I was able to keep myself busy and distract myself, even ignoring Tony's explicit texts for the most part, telling him I had been busy. David and I continued to have fun with our new relationship dynamic though. I enjoyed calling him my little cuck boy, and having him worship his queen. One weekend, the kid was away at a school camp and I had David stay naked all weekend, performing chores for me like cleaning the house, doing the dishes, getting on his knees as I stood over him, teasing him with my pussy, and making him beg to lick it. He fully got into this new role of his, and I was nice enough to let him fuck me after he fulfilled all his duties. But at the end he always had one final task, clean up the mess. Which he did, enthusiastically!

As much fun as it was teasing and training my husband, it wasn't long before I started missing some good dick, I made it maybe three weeks lol. Like I said, Tony had been texting me every day, and one day at work I was just super horny and he sent me a pic of his rock hard cock. I took an early lunch and next thing I know I'm in his bed getting pounded. A few days after that I saw Max at the gym, looking extra fine, and I pranced around in front of him until he couldn't take it anymore. We ended up having an enthusiastic romp in the back of his Escalade right after sweating it up in the gym. Then, the following week I went on a short business trip out of town for a couple days. There I am, sitting alone in the hotel bar, when guess what? I met a new guy, his name was Ansom. He was older, black man, maybe late forties, dressed in business attire, and we got to talking. Two hours later he was in my hotel bed, fucking me doggy style.

I obviously could not help myself. I had to have it. I am a black cock slut. And my husband was fully on board with it, but for some reason it was just so intoxicating to sneak around and get fucked on the sly, without him knowing. I needed to check into rehab or something, I thought to myself. The morning after fucking Ansom in my hotel, I called David. I told him I met a new guy. I didn't tell him that I fucked him but I wanted to see what David's reaction was.

"So, did you fuck him?" was his reaction.

"No I did not fuck him! But I really wanted to, if I'm being honest."

"I'm OK with it." He said, matter of factly. "I'm OK with you going on dates if you want. I don't always have to be involved." I couldn't help but have that feeling again, like he's known the whole time. Or that maybe he figured it out at some point. But I wasn't going to be the one to confess it to him. One thing that I knew for sure though, was that I had married the right guy.

"Well, that's good to know." I said. "I guess I should have texted you last night!"

It turned out that both Ansom and myself traveled for work in the same territory, so we were very likely to bump into each other again. I added his name to my little black book for future reference.

Back at home after my trip, I was running errands one day, at Target, proudly wearing my QOS tee. I got a text from Tony, it read,

"Hey girl whats up wachu doin later"

"no plans" I responded.

"told my partner about this white girl cant get enough black dick he wants to meet u"

A selfie of Tony and his buddy followed. I typed in,

"Youre crazy" followed by multiple emoji's, as I was unloading my goods onto the conveyer belt at Target checkout.

"Fuck yah I am but you need to get dat azz over here k." I needed to mull this one over. I didn't know this guy, I didn't know what they had in mind, and what would David think? Or should I even mention it to David? I wheeled my cart out to my car and loaded it up and sat down in the drivers seat, thinking for a minute.

"What are we doing tonight?" I texted to David, and he quickly responded,

"Taking the kid to soccer game, remember?" Ah, yes that was right. The two of them had tickets to an MLS game that evening.

"Why?" I hesitated before responding. This is where I would normally lie to him and go get fucked while he sat at home clueless.

"Oh yeah forgot about that. Tony asked us what we were doing tonight is all." OK a tiny lie, Tony had not mentioned David. The typing bubble popped up, and I waited.

"You go have some fun." That was it.

In the mean time, I was getting texts from Tony. Question marks..... eggplants and water drops.... peaches.... naughty devil..... etc.

"Fuck it," I thought to myself, and texted David,

"I love you, see you at home later," followed by lots of heart emojis. He sent a heart and a kissy face, which made me feel a little more at ease.

I didn't have any cold goods in the car so I texted,

"OMW," and headed straight over to Tony's. On the way there I was thinking to myself that if I wasn't feeling the vibe, or the other guy, then nothing was going to happen. But, you know damn well my pussy was starting to get wet thinking about the possibilities of my first 3-way with two guys. Holy shit!

I pulled up to Tony's place, parked and went to the door. Tony answered and noticed the shirt I was wearing.

"Damn girl you put that on for me?" I laughed,

"Ha, no, just out shopping at Target when you texted." Again,

"Daaaammnn!! See bro I was tellin' ya!" Then, to me,

"Kristen this my partner Derek." Derek jumped up off the couch and shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you." he said, looking a little stunned, or amazed, like he was looking at a unicorn or something. I eyed him up too. He was short and stocky, light skinned, maybe handsome. I was still deciding when Tony asked me if he could get me something to drink.

"Tequila, rocks. And some water." I answered. Might as well start with the necessities if anything was to come of this. They were having some beers and had some music playing, and I sat down on the chair opposite the two of them on the couch. Tony was usually never at a loss for words, yet the conversation was flowing at an awkward pace. Neither seemed to know how to approach the situation at hand. I was sipping my drink casually, and playing it cool, making them work for it a little. Derek says,

"So you're married, huh?" I said yes I was married.

"Tony says you got a thing for black guys though?" Another question with an obvious answer. Tony chimes in with,

"My buddy here, he ain't ever had sex with a white girl before, I told him he don't know what he's missing." I kind of looked at Derek and raised my eyebrows, and was like,

"Oh really," all nonchalant and shit.

"Yeah. I told him ain't nothin' like finding some married white chick that hasn't had some good dick and showing her what it's all about." I wasn't about to just flop over on my back and spread my legs. I laughed,

"Is that what you guys think, huh. All married white women are just dying to have sex with a black guy?"

"C'mon girl quit bustin' my chops, you know what I mean!" Tony obviously didn't picture me reacting quite like this. Derek was just leaning back on the couch drinking his beer, waiting to see what happened next.

"You like what you see? I directed this to Derek.

"Oh hell yeah I like what I see, girl you are fine!"

"Have you ever done a threesome before?" I was interrogating him a little.

"Well, not with two dudes I haven't." This seemed to make Derek a little uncomfortable.

"Well I haven't either, with two dudes. Well I guess if you count my husband I have." Tony laughed,

"Yeah right! Hubby was on the sidelines spectating! He didn't know what the hell to do!"

"I guess that's why you called me huh, you wanted to show me something?" I finished my drink.

"Have you all ever seen each others dicks before!" I giggled as they kind of looked at each other.

"Shut up girl you want this dick or not?" Tony was getting a little defensive.

"I was just wondering! I mean, you're all about to get a good look at each others dicks if things go right!" Derek laughed and Tony just gave me a look like smh.

"Let me see your dick," I motioned to Derek. He was all like,

"You first. Let's see what you got."

"I sure don't have a dick!" I laughed again, but decided to ease the tension by standing up and taking off my top, then wriggled out of my shorts, leaving me only in a bra, panties and my converse low tops. I walked back and forth in front of them, giving them the show they wanted. I motioned to Derek that it was his turn so he quickly unbuckled his pants and slid them to the floor.

"Let me see that dick," as he still had his boxers on. He kicked off his shoes and stood up to take his pants and boxers off. His semi erect cock flopped out.

"Mmmm, nice." I said, as I walked over to him. I didn't kiss him or anything, just dropped to my knees in front of him and took his cock head in my mouth. He let out a low moan and I worked his dick with my mouth, up and down, getting him good and hard. He sure didn't have the length that Tony had, but at least it was nice and fat. I kept blowing him for a while and soon Tony approached me from behind and kind of picked me up. As he did, I slid my panties down. Derek sat back on the couch and Tony kind of spun me and pushed me down on the couch so I was down at Derek's dick again, my ass up in the air for Tony's access to my pussy. I was so wet Tony slid in easily, and I moaned loudly with Derek's dick in my mouth.

"This is what we call a spit roast!" Tony called out, as he went to work on my wet, swollen pussy. I gave Derek my full attention, and I could tell he was enjoying it immensely. He had both hands full of my hair, pushing me down on his cock. I took him all the way down my throat as I was taking Tony balls deep, slamming home hard in me. He knew I could take it, but certainly I had to be impressing Derek. They used me as their little fuck doll for a while and then Tony slid out and smacked my ass hard. He went for a beer and I sat on Derek's lap and slid him inside me, then proceeded to hump his dick fast and hard. He was like,

"Fuck yeah girl, ride that dick!" as Tony approached again, and started poking at my asshole. I really needed to get off like, right now, so I kept bouncing enthusiastically until I did. Then I settled down on Derek's dick, full hilt, and let Tony take my ass. He had grabbed some lube to make it easier on me, and I took both of them, each in a different hole. Now I was absolutely in heaven, started speaking in tongues and shit, squirming around as they both did what they could to keep thrusting in me. This went on a couple more minutes until it was just too much for Derek and he roared out and unloaded his seed in me. Tony kept pumping more as Derek laid back and I held on for dear life. Tony railed my little asshole as my tits bounced in Derek's face. He sucked on my nipples as I came again, a squirter this time, just as Tony generously unloaded his cum load deep in my ass. Tony plopped his dick out of my ass and I could immediately feel cum dripping out of my ass. I lifted up off Derek and cum started seeping from my pussy. I was a mess, leaking cum from both holes and my hair matted from sweat.

"Fuuuuck that was hot!" Derek announced from his position on the couch. He was lying there in a puddle of cum, his dick returning to a lesser engorged state. Tony had already disappeared to the bathroom to clean up. I was totally worn out and ready to lounge on my own couch at home with a glass of wine, so I wiped the cum dripping off me with my panties, pulled on my shorts and shirt, and headed for the door. Tony reappeared as I was leaving and asked if I wanted to hang out for a while.

"I have some things I gotta do," I said. "But I had fun, maybe we can do it again sometime!"

The only things I really had to do though, was drive home, take a shower, grab a snack, and finish a bottle of wine on my couch watching TV before falling asleep. Man, what a day!