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He Just Asked Me

This is a story that is made up. All characters are of legal age and made up, and there is no intention of them representing anyone real. This is not an English class paper for a grade. You will most likely encounter tense switching, grammar, and punctuation issues. The ability to comment, vote, and email is switched off because the vitriol I have received is just stupid. If you hate the genre, don't read it just to complain; move on. If you don't like me or my stories, feel free to skip them and move on. Life is too short for you to waste your masturbation time yelling at the screen; move on.

He just asked me out of nowhere. No prelude, no warning. He is a co-worker and a family friend. His question: "What is the absolute wildest or kinkiest thing I have ever done, sexually preferred, but anything goes for an answer." I was amused and angry both.

We are both RN's and work in the cardio ward at the medical center. We are currently on the overnight 12-hour shift. This night happens to be our night to sit and stare at all the monitors that have the heart telemetry displayed on them. It's not as dull as it sounds, but tonight, all is quiet. The other six on this ward were off doing rounds. During these brief interludes, Ted and I usually chat more openly. This time, though, he decided to get personal.He Just Asked Me фото

"That's kinda personal when you added the sex component to your question." That was how I responded. Then I added, "I guess it would be doing a tandem skydive thing about four years ago. I wet myself and embarrassed myself in front of everyone when I landed, and my leggings were soaked." I think that covers it all in my mind. It is definitely not the kinkiest sexually, but the general stuff I am willing to share, the skydiving is it.

"Wow, Andrea, that is wild and brave. Mine feels like nothing compared to it. I just wore one of those skimpy Euro brief competitive swimsuits at a hotel swimming pool on a dare from my wife. With my package, it barely fits, let alone covers everything. But I did it and lay there, watching her and the kids play in the pool. I was afraid to do more than walk in and sit down."

We both chuckled at this. The rest were back from rounds by this point. The conversations became more bland and normal for Nurses.

More about me. My Name is Andrea. I am 46, almost 47. I am 5'4 ", 143 lbs, 39C, and have a proper figure: brown hair, brown eyes, nice full ass. I am married. I got married when I was twenty years old. We had two children quickly afterwards. They are off at college, both attending West Coast universities. I work out in the medical center's gym three days a week. Eat sensibly and have sex regularly, more than the average couple, as I still enjoy it, A LOT. So, four or five times a week, if I can convince my hubby. I masturbate, even sneaking away here at work if I get really horney. That is a whole other story.

Ted is over six feet tall, and I am guessing he is right at 200 pounds. He is toned. He is charming and very attractive, yes, I have noticed. I would say handsome in that athletic but rough way. Since I have only seen him in scrubs and workout clothing, I have no idea beyond that. And yes, for those wondering, I have looked to see if I can tell how big his package is. I have no real idea, but it is definitely bigger than average. Oh, he is mixed race. I just never asked him what type of mix he was. That just seems wrong to ask. Am I attracted? Would I do him? I have never really thought about it until this conversation started.

The conversation came up again, but in a different way, during the 5 a. m. rounds. This was when blood was drawn and other functions were done. It took the others longer. It also meant we were more attentive to the telementry.

Ted started out of nowhere again. "I had this female friend during my senior year in college. She did something I thought was both hot, kinky, and scary. She had gone to the business office to ensure everything was in order so she could obtain her diploma. They told her that she had over $800 in outstanding fees and penalties. They told her to get her diploma when she walks, she would need that cleared up in like a week, I think. This was ten years ago. "

I responded with the standard, What did she do? That is a lot of money even back then. He just chuckled and went, "She made the mistake of telling her BF at that time, and also my roomie in an apartment. The guy was a piece of work. Always looking for a sexual angle to use women. I am still surprised to this day that he even has longer-term relationships to this day."

"Now I am curious about what he did or suggested. We have about ten minutes till everyone is back. Can you get it told or a good summary in that time?" He responded that he could and dove right in.

"She went to hang out at his place and was complaining that it would take months, and I need the diploma and transcript to start a job I already have. Trevon, the guy I am talking about, says, 'I can help you get the money in one night, but it involves lots of sex.' She was like I am not a whore or a hooker, so that's out. Trevon just shrugged, laughed, and said it was just a thought. Wouldn't even have to leave this apartment. I would set it all up. She looked at him and finally said, Okay, I am curious, or so he says, and here's what he said."

So Ted looks around, as if this is a spy novel, and starts in again. "He told her that she just had to be undressed as much as she felt okay with. He would send guys over; all would be black, since she is into black guys. When she answered the door, they would hand her $50, $100, or $150. The amount tells her what she needs to do. If they gave her a fifty, it is a blowjob, swallow of course, as all guys want a porn swallow. He then said 100 bucks is fuck you cunt, and the 150 is the ass. If they hand you 200 or more, it means they want something special, and they have to explain it to you; you can then say no if you choose. I was there for this part as I had just gotten to the apartment. She blushed and had a shocked look. Kinda like you do right now."

Ted was grinning and smiling at this point. He even openly adjusted himself as he sat there, but he never took his eyes off the monitors as he continued.

"She asked Trevon if he was serious and if that would get her to 800. He was like, 'If we start at 4 in the afternoon this Saturday, you would be over 1,000 by midnight, giving a few breaks to clean up and hydrate, and all.' Then he asked her to think about it, but he needed to know by Thursday night to get it set up."

It was at this time that the other nurses started filtering back in from the rounds. I was so fucking horny and disgusted, both from hearing this. Here is a guy preying on a desperate girlfriend and selling her to friends. I texted him asking if the jerk had taken any of the money or if she had gotten it all. I assumed she did it, or he would not be telling the story, considering his earlier question. He responded that Trevon took nothing, and she made $1250 by midnight, but it destroyed their relationship. We exchanged a few more things about this as we got into the shift change.

I was so afraid they would smell how turned on I was. My brain was in full fantasy mode. I practically assaulted my husband the minute he got home from work. I sucked his cock dry before I left for my shift that night. I couldn't get enough of my husband and sex. Three times I went for him and still ate and slept.

I couldn't get this out of my head. I was discussed with it and how this Trevon guy preyed on his supposed girlfriend's panic need, but at the same time, while I replayed it, it made me horny and my pussy quivered and got wet. Like, not my typical turned on moist, but like slide it in with no resistance wet. This was still running through my mind when I arrived at work.

"Ted, while the others are making their first rounds. Did you know the girl from your story last night? I mean, I know she was in her 20s, but what did she look like? Also, why is it so many college-age or 20-somethings seem hooked on black dick these past few years?" I was sincerely asking him as I had to know.

He responded with a 'hello, to you too,' then he laughed. I apologized, just saying that seemed to me to need to be said, and the one brought up the second question. It had gnawed at my analytical mind yesterday.

"Yes, I had seen her, full clothed, many times as Trevon and me shared the apartment at that time. That's why I know about this. She had long, dark hair down to the middle of her back. Most of the time, it was braided or in a ponytail. Hazel eyes, perk little tits, I am guessing average B-cups. But her ass was almost as nice as yours. I am guessing five foot or 5-1. Probably a buck 10 for weight. Why do you ask?"

I blushed. I asked if he wanted the honest answer or the good friend's answer. He replied that he would take both, but prefers the honest one always. I blushed even more. I brought up that this had veered too far off the friend area; let's just drop it. That's was how I tried to end it.

"Look, Andrea, we have a full house tonight, rounds will take longer. I won't judge or say a thing. I promise. But now you know, I just gotta know." I thought as I looked at him as he said this. I have known Ted for three years. We have shared heartache and pain from patients lost and joys in our families.

"Well, answer me the second question, you know why girls are doing black dick so much."

Ted responded that he had no clue, really. That having a large package did not equate to more pleasure or better skills. But for some, just feeling filled up is enough, he guessed. He also noted he never thought that much about it. I knew this could be a big rabbit hole, and I really was not sure my libido could take another night of images and arousal.

"Okay, Ted, I will be open here. It has been at the back of my head. I wondered if, when I was in my twenties, I would do the same. I know I probably would now if the opportunity were offered. My fear is that I would enjoy it, but someone I know would show up, and worst of all, I have too much of a mom bod, so that no one would show up. There, I got it all out. As you can see, it has been making me crazy. It shouldn't."

He contemplated what I had just rattled out. He then carefully responded. "First, why would you even think that? Secondly, your body would draw a line of guys, and I have never seen it at all. I can tell you a long line of black men, if you duplicated it exactly, would be dropping money to spend minutes with you." He then stared at me for a long time. Then muttered something I did not hear under his breath. I check my watch to see how much longer it will be before the rounds are finished.

"Okay, here it is. Me and my husband, well we are still madly in love, but the sex has gotten stale for the past few years. We have tried various things to no avail. The swingers club freaked us out. We tried girl-on-girl with him watching, but it wasn't our thing. We also fucked in various places, including semi-public. None of it made us, and especially me, excited enough to really enjoy it. Then you told me that last night. Oh, by the way, the girl girl was the kinkiest thing I have ever done. I fucked him like I was in college again, then I sucked him dry and porn swallowed, which by the way, I had to figure that one out. Both times, I imagined I was the girl you talked about, standing inside the door in thigh-high stockings and heels. I had nothing else on. I took the money and then led them further into the place and did them. Your story has really fucked with my mind."

I had to whisper this as three of the RNs arrived with a new patient being transferred to us to make room for a person in the intensive care unit. Ted looked at me, stunned and, I think, awed. I wandered off for a bathroom break.

I snuck into an empty room in another section we use for overflow. I strip off everything but my shoes. I took a front view, making sure the phone covered my face. It took three tries to figure out how to do this. A good side view that showed my mom bod ass, and finally, I figured out a way to bend over to show my ass and pussy from behind.

I then texted Ted a simple question: "Can I send you something and you not open and review it in front of anyone?" He responded Sure. I sent him all the pictures. "This is my mom bod, be honest now that you've seen it, is it worth being sold to black men. I have never been with a black man in real life, I have just seen it in porn." I hoped I hadn't destroyed a friendship or started something that would cause problems. But I had to know. I needed fuel for my fantasies. I thought, then, and added that very statement, trying to clarify why.

By the end of that shift, he and I had exchanged two more texts. One where he said 'wow' and I said 'TY.' The other said I need time to think about all this. I don't regret asking, but at the same time, I am sorry I asked. When we got off that morning, we began a three-day break.

I had a wet cunt, was horny as fuck, and going to get it from my husband. The poor man.

Later that morning, after showering and cleaning up, I went into his home office and crawled under his desk from the front and pulled his cock out. He was on a conference call. I did not care. His mistake was being on a work-at-home day. I was deep throating him the best I could and adding licking and sucking on his balls. I made it last as long as I could, fantasizing about being in only thigh highs and spiked heels, waiting for each new client to ring the doorbell, wondering how much they would pay for the service. Finally, my hubby exploded in my mouth, and I sucked on it till he went limp. I slipped out and showed him my mouth full of his cum, then swallowed it. Something I rarely have done in the past.

At my lunch break, I was in the kitchen, wearing thigh-highs and Heels. I wanted to experience the fantasy to some extent. I asked, no, I begged him to bend me over and take me right there by the sink before I serve him a meal.

"What the fuck has come over you? I am not complaining, mind you, but what the fuck, babe?" He said this as he dropped his Dockers to the floor and railed me with my tits hanging and swinging in the sink. I told him, between moans and gasps and climaxes, I would tell him as we ate.

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"So here's the deal, dear. A discussion that started at work has blown up into a fantasy that's also tickling my mind about maybe doing it. It is wrong and naughty and purely sexual. Before you asked, no one knows that the discussion has caused this (a lie), but to sell myself, but in a very particular way."

He stopped eating and stared at me, and then went, "like a hooker, like street corner shit?" I then proceeded to explain my idea of the house, a pimp type person that sent them over, and I just performed the act that they paid for, no questions. From like 4 to 1. Then I said I was thinking of this seriously, as I could raise enough extra to pay for the three-week trip to Europe we always talk about. He ate without looking up at me and remained silent for the longest time. Finally, saying you know how dangerous that could be. I responded, 'I did,' that's why it's just a fantasy in my head, and that's why I'm taking it out on him. He just nodded his head.

The morning before I return to work, I receive a text telling me to check my email. It was from Ted. I was sure he was struggling to get the conversation out of his head as well.

I went and grabbed my laptop and sat on the patio. I was wearing skimpy clothes again, but they covered enough. Before I opened the laptop, I texted him back.

"Ted, I'm just so confused right now on all this crap. I thought our days off would help. It has made it worse. I am so sorry; I even told my husband and admitted that part of me would consider it if I knew it wouldn't ruin anything. He just went hmm, then grunt and went back eating."

I left out all my sexual passes and taking advantage of him. I also did not let him know how happy and excited I was to see what I would do next.

He responded immediately, "Read my email and meet me for breakfast before shift, but away from work, do you know of Ness's on the way? Meet me there two hours before and be ready to chat, and let's get this brain bug outa our heads."

His email:

Andrea, I have not gotten your pictures or your admissions out of my head. It is like a brain bug wandering around in my head. Any time I have a brief minute of not being involved in things, bam, there it is. In my mind, I see you answering the door, me casually sitting there to make sure nada happens, but what they pay for. I also have my laptop, so as soon as you're done, I can signal the next person. You have a royal blue garter, stockings, and heels, and nothing else. This bugged me so much that I was so distracted; my wife asked me what was up, and I confused the fantasy you were having with the one that was now stuck in my head. She laughed so hard that she snorted her Dr. Pepper out of her nose and choked on some of it.

I actually took her advice, though, and spoke with Trevon in general terms. While he is not a pimp, he does pimp his white GF at times so that he would have a good idea. I sent him two pictures, sorry, but I cropped them so that they basically showed from the neck down to just about where your scrubs were showing, and they were narrow, so it wasn't apparent in the medical center. His reply to get the best money for you, I would need to shave you bare, and it would be best to get your pubic area tattooed with something distinct. He also suggested that while you get your ass trained and stretched to do OF or something like it, so others know you are out there and possibly available. He went on and on. I will show all the stuff once we meet.

This has to stop, or we may both end up going down a perilous path that could harm our marriages, careers, and other aspects of our lives. Please let's meet to talk away from work."

That was the end of his email, and now this brain bug was burrowing around in my head again. Shaved bare, I have never been that. Tattooed on my pussy, what the fuck. What else has this Trevon guy suggested? I love the idea of the Royal Blue stuff; shopping might help.

"Do I call you daddy when we talk about this now LMAO. Okay, serious but stupid question, do I have to wait for you to shave me and what, or how do you train and ass?" I was hoping he wouldn't get this for a bit, but the text returned.

"If I were your pimp in this fantasy, damn right I am the one to shave you, tattoo and pierce you, and I will give you the ass stretching training stuff so that you can get started this week. LOL. That should fuel or share in part fantasy."

I just responded. "See you for brunch before we work."

I got there early as I was nervous as fuck. I had no idea what this was really about. His email was very descriptive of the fantasy he had been struggling with. He was sitting in a chair in the living room of his house. I walked in. He asked me if I had it on; if so, strip. I did not hesitate; I just stood there and removed my coat. Underneath was a royal blue garter belt, royal blue stockings, and royal blue pumps, four-inchers. He said, 'Good, the first one is here in five minutes.' He will give you either a fifty or a 150, you remember what you are to do for me cunt. In this fantasy, my hair was light brown with silverish streaking, my pussy was bald with a symbol tattooed on it, and the words Daddy's Slut in an arch above the emblem. He said my clithood was pierced as were my nipples, and I also had a small gold ring in my right nostril. I was also wearing a butt plug that had a pink heart-shaped end to it. There were no other details, except that he said I worked from 4 pm that day until 1 am, and my share was $2,000. Oh, and all the clients were black men and three white women.

 

He sat down, looked at me, and said he wasn't sure if, after I read his email, I would come. He wanted to hear my fantasy that was screwing me up to see how much of it crossed over because of his story about Trevon. I looked at him for the longest time without speaking. I slowly ate my meal and sipped on the coffee. Apparently, he got nervous with my silence, not understanding I was going through my mental checklists and analyzing everything.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I am out of line. I just have to stop this. I was fucking Leah and thinking of stretching your ass so I could sell it as part of the larger fantasy. It is fucking up my sex life, my marriage, and is very distracting. We are fucking working with people's lives. I need to be aware and focused for all 12 hours. This is fucked up."

"I get it, Ted. I was doing my husband and thinking that would be a 200-buck fuck. Not making love to my husband. I purposely wandered around my house in black stockings, red garters, and black and silver spike heels for half a day. I sucked him off twice and let him take me, no, I fucking begged him to bend me over and fuck me right at the kitchen sink. My tits were hanging into the sink. It is fucking me up the same as you."

I went silent again. I could not look at him. His food came. We ate in silence for a long time. Finally, I looked at him and spoke.

"I told my husband and point-blank asked what would happen if I wanted to act this out, you know, to get it out of my system. He looked at me for what seemed like forever, then said that if it were a one-time thing, we would deal with it. I stupidly replayed. 'In six months, I could earn enough for four weeks in Europe. I have the leave.' "

"I told Leah the same thing, but about house remodeling and taking 30 percent only. She said that would not be a one-time thing to do. Got mad, said I was already lying as I had said maybe one time just to see, now we are remodeling the house."

"I started laughing, all because you had to ask a question and then tell a story. Made me hot enough to send photos. What the fuck is wrong with us?"

"Leah is a Psychologist, doctor, and everything. She said that this is all because of we both have a secret or buried need for something, as she put it on the deviant side of sex, well, deviant compared to social norms. That and we have harbored a perverse interracial attraction to each other because you are both married and not to each other. I laughed out loud about her statement and pointed out that she is white and I am married. She laughed and said she was no longer forbidden fruit the minute we said our I do's. She was so logical about it." Ted paused, then took the last few bites of his meal.

I looked at him, then at the clock. I motioned for one more coffee refill. "So you are, in essence, saying you want to do this and more than once, and not just in fantasy. If we get caught, we lose everything." This was my question to Ted as my cup was refilled.

The silence that filled the space after my statement seemed to suck the air out of the whole building, and time felt like it was crawling. We looked straight into each other's eyes.

"You know this means I would be touching you sexually, you would have to accept my orders and commands at times. It means body modification like your fantasy and mind. It also means I will have to conduct some serious research and speak with Trevon. No, I will not mention who you are ever. Are you really willing to do all this?" Ted almost whispered all this.

"I know I have been thinking of all the implications. I am willing, even excited, for this. The question is, are you wanting to and willing? You seem hesitant and kinda taken aback, honestly. I am just offering the opportunity." He replied to this statement with, 'Let me think a little.' I will see you at work. He got up and left. I stayed another ten minutes and then left.

PART TWO - The Decision and more.

We did not speak of this conversation. Our work life returned to normal over the next seven days. I had told my husband the next day after the meeting with Ted. He has no idea that Ted is the one I plan to do this with. I am still not sure I can do this. I told him it would involve bare pussy with tattoos and piercings and other physical things. He did not really respond. He asked a couple of questions about my certainty, then just nodded and went about his business. I was still doing things with him daily, sometimes more. I was in lust all the time. I could not get enough sex or enough of my husband.

Then, two days before our three-day break came up again, Ted Texted and said to meet him in front of the store in a strip mall at 2. He added in the second text to dress in a sundress and heels, and nothing underneath. He added that this is his first time of being a pimp and my first time of being a whore, so behave like I am one with a LOL at the end.

The store turned out to be a sex store, as in toys, lingerie, and other adult things. I walked over to his car when he pulled up, and he opened his car door. I stood waiting a few steps back. I asked casually if this meant we were going to do this. He just smiled and said, "Well, at least getting the stuff to train my ass hole to take large black cocks." As he talked, he had turned in his car seat and was still sitting there, talking, without having moved to stand.

"Are you dressed as I asked?"

"Yes, Ted, sundress and heels." I twirled and then stopped, holding a heel up. I giggled. "Good enough, daddy?"

"Show me. Lift the dress. And also lower the top"

I froze, stunned. I looked at him with my mouth gaping open. I asked if he was serious, right there in the parking lot. He just looked at me and told me to do it and start acting like the whore I had asked him to make me. I glanced around and then lifted the bottom of the dress. He told me not to be shy, I was a whore. Lift it so I was properly on display, and slowly turn. I could not believe it and still am amazed that I did. I lifted the dress to my waist and slowly turned. I then lowered the bottom of my dress after he said it was very nice, but the hair would go very soon. Then I dropped my top and stood there. He got up and walked over, squeezing each one of my tits, and said they were perfect. I was told to cover, and let's go inside to shop.

I was in a daze, and all sorts of conflicts ran through my mind. I was having second, third, and many other thoughts. I had just stood in broad daylight, exposing myself to a co-worker, and I let him grope me. What made this even worse is that I loved it, the feel of his control, the look of lust in his eyes. The idea of shopping for stuff to train me to be a good whore. All knowing my husband had no idea the depths I had sunk to, all because of one story. One fucking story. I knew I had to stop this now. At the same time, I was not going to stop, as I did not want it to be stopped.

My nipples were as hard and prominent as a pebble. My pussy lips were throbbing and engorged, and I could physically feel the moisture on them from my own arousal. This is wrong, so fucking wrong. I was turned on more than I had been in a few years, and my husband had not caused it. I was questioning everything. At the same time, I was questioning everything, following Ted into the adult store, and listening to his idea.

"I think we need to split up. You go to the section where the garters and stockings are. Also, look at skimpy panties as once you accept yourself as a whore, anything other than commando or thongs, except during your flow, is unacceptable. Do not spend much over one hundred, less conspicuous. I will go to the toys and find the plugs and the cleaning stuff for your ass. I will text you when I get everything. We will meet at the checkout counter." He had thought this through. Then he added, "If any blackman or any woman comes onto you, do not stop them if they touch or flirt. Remember, you are a slut and a whore now. I assume that since you are here and did not stop at any point, you know this and accept this. Also, you can call a stop at any time, you know that, right?"

Gawd as I live and breath I would never guess hearing myself called a whore, and being told by a black man, one I know pretty damn good, tell me to let others touch and feel me, it blew my mind and made me so wet my own wetness was beginning to run down my inner thighs.

I could barely breathe. I was feeling panic and excitement. My heart rate was up. I came to this store before. This is where I got my toys. However, I have never come to get things to wear for others and toys to train me, and also to allow myself to be touched. My head was spinning with so many feelings, thoughts, confusion, panic, lust, and so much more. I still manage a whispered 'yes, Daddy, if you think that will happen, but please don't send anyone this time.' I want to shop and adapt. He just smiled and said, 'You have me all wrong. I will never do what you think I would do.' I sighed with relief.

Side note, this much excitement has given a very small climax, not even touching myself. Just walking in, knowing what this was all about.

"Last chance to call off this shopping trip and wait and talk more. Once you walk in here on this trip, you are taking steps down this journey. We are both putting everything on the line. That said, baby girl, you are putting way more on the line than I am. You are more at risk." I stood staring at the door for the longest time, finally pulling it open and entering. In my mind, it was now time to put up or shut up.

I wanted this, and I knew I wanted this. At the same time, I knew I should not do this. I should never do this, as it violates everything I was raised to believe about how to live and be in a marriage. Even more, it went against everything my family had raised me to think about interracial mating or sex. It was something I was told over and over, how wrong it was. That it was just punishment for the kids, my mom said. My dad, more racist, would say "it just ain't right them type wanting to get our ladies with child.' He said lots of other things. But here I was wanting to become a whore for at least one night for black men. The ladies, I hoped none showed. I suppose that is something that needs to be expressed, at least not at the start.

I sent him a text, "How much say do I have in this process at this point? Also, what colors do you think black men will like seeing on my body?" I had already found the royal blue stuff. I was looking at an emerald green and a pale blue. I really like all three. I also found a vast array of panties, which was impressive for an adult store to have such a huge selection. I checked the prices and grabbed an assortment of different style thongs, ten in all. My phone binged.

"You have complete say in everything. I trust your judgement on colors." Was his response. I shot back, "No female clients at the start." His response was equal as fast, "If my wife decides that she wants you, are this is a no-go; then you will do her, otherwise no issues there. I do not think she ever will, but just hedging bets." I swallowed hard reading this, and then thought I could accept that based on his statement.

I found two dresses that were skimpy and semi-sheer. They are also very snug and inexpensive, so I added them to my stack. Then, to my amazement, they had a dress that looked like one of those Virgin Killer dresses. In all, about $ 120 with tax, I figured. The timing was great, as Ted texted and said he was done as well.

As I approached the counter, Ted was checking out. He just nodded and smiled. As he left the store, he grinned at me and walked away. I should have known he was up to something. The young lady, in her mid-twenties, smiles a lustful smile. As she checked me out, she was making flirtatious comments on how sexy she thought I would look in the various outfits. I thanked her. She told me that if I ever wore the hot pink sheer dress, to stop by so she could see both the dress and me. She winked and gave a lustful smile. That's when it hit me that Ted had said something. It was time to play dumb.

When I got out there, Ted was leaning on his car. I played dumb as I had planned. He said it's time to get shaved and to have my first training with the plug. I was to follow him to his house.

It was now or never. It was all about being all in or running from reality and leaving it in fantasy. Ted saw my expression. He grabbed the sack, wrote his address on it, and handed it back. He also gave me the sack with the ass training stuff. He smiled.

"Remember, no pressure. That's my address. My wife will be away for the rest of this week. When you are ready, if you get to that point, text and head over." He got in his car and drove off.

X x x x x X

The training and whoring begin, maybe.

I stood and watched as he drove off. He was so sure, but then his wife semi-supported this. Maybe she wanted a break from him, as he struck me as horny. Maybe she wanted that remodel badly enough, and it wasn't her doing this, so it was fine. Me, I was terrified it would destroy my marriage. I was afraid it would destroy my career. I had so many unresolved questions. He did say after he got me shaved and plugged, and fuck, we would talk. At this very moment, this second, I needed to talk. Not the other. I was sure that the minute he ordered me naked and to lie down to be shaved, I would not care anymore again. If I do not do this in the next two days, there may never be another chance. I just stood there by my car, now, watching Ted's car disappear from sight.

It's weird how Ted can see right through me, even with my professional demeanor and always-in-charge appearance at work. How conservative and prudish I seemed to almost everyone, Ted, well, he seemed to know the questions to ask when alone or the stories to tell that have slowly revealed my repressed inner slut or whore side. He also recently somehow navigated the conversation to where I hinted at an interest in interracial sex. I mean it's not like my husband had not at least twice accidentally on purpose left a laptop open to white wives being seduced by black men. What I was contemplating had no seduction; it was selling my fuck holes.

The first thing on my mind right now, in this moment, is to call my husband and make it clear that I am at a point where I need to know his exact feelings, not just the hurpmhs I have gotten.

"Desrest, I am at the tipping point. I have a chance to meet with the person who would act as my pimp for the few nights I would do this. I need to know right now where you stand on this." I followed that text with, "I love you and never want to damage our marriage, but I know you have had a secret interest in interracial sex. This might fill that need in real life.. If you say no, I will abide by it."

"Ted, I really wanted to talk more first. Getting this is a good step, I agree, but there are questions, lots of them, I need to address with you." I sent this and then got in my car. I just sat there hoping he would answer quickly. It seems like a lifetime. I knew he was driving, so he would have to pull over, but I still hoped. I was also waiting for my husband's reply. It had not come yet. I was teetering on a disaster, and I knew it.

"Andrea, questions and talking can happen as you're shaved, as you suck me hard, and even as I fuck your cunt to test it out. Even ask all you want as we start your ass cleaning and plug insertion. But alas, I am sure you meant to sit at a coffee shop and talk, again. Either you're in or you're not." Was his response. He had a point, but I had to worry.

I sat staring at this. Finally, my phone rang with my husband's personalized text tone. I opened it up with trepidation. No, with out right fear. It binges four times.

"Here is the deal, my deepest love. This idea goes against everything we were raised to believe about marriage. I have struggled with conflicting feelings. Here is what I know. I like the idea of you doing interracial stuff. Hot AF. I am not sure I like the whoring part, but I also love how sexual this has made you. Therefore, it is acceptable to a certain extent. Not really keen on it. I will not be cuckolded or give up any access to you ever. If that becomes part of this, we will be through. If this turns into an obsession that shuts down the time we usually spend together, I will be done with us. I do not want to know who the clients are or who the pimp is. I ask that none of them ever be friends, clients, or in any way be associated with our jobs. I know that patients might be hard, but do that part the best you can. Finally, never at our home or in our neighborhood, even if you have to give up some of your income from this for a small, safe place somewhere. My only want is pictures and videos." This was his long reply. I sat there staring. My husband had just said, 'Do it, even with a few rules.'

"Okay, answer me this when you can. I am still sitting here, unsure which way to leave the parking lot. How are we going to deal with it if one of our clients turns out to be a patient or someone we know, or you know? That can cost us our jobs and careers. It might cost me a marriage if they have anything to do with my hubs work. Those are things I need to address. What if one of them is a chick your wife works with and she says stuff?" I could have rattle on many other questions. These are the most important.

His reply was almost instant. "Valid questions, come now and we'll talk as I start your transformations, or we can chat more at work."

I pulled out of the lot and turned towards Ted's house.

X x x x X

I sat in the driveway for at least ten minutes. I was hyperventilating. I was at a point where, if I went in, I would be committing to something I wanted, was afraid of, and knew was wrong and could destroy everything. I hadn't texted Ted to let him know I was there. I had to get control. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control and happening too fast.

"Why do you really want to do this? You seem to have no issues and are already fully into this role? Is it me, or have you always wanted to pimp a whore white wife that's not yours? I'm missing something, and I need to know what it is. What is really up with this? I am now feeling that this was a plan all along. Truth, please." I sent this to buy time to calm down.

"Last chance to say stop from your side, honey. I am parked a short distance away and want to make absolutely sure you are still fine with this." I sent this to my husband.

I sat quietly, eyes closed, calming my breathing and myself. This was a huge step into a new sexual lifestyle. A big unknown. Everything I was raised to feel and think was out the window. I was hoping for good responses. My husband responded.

"The more I have thought on this, the more I think you should go for it as long as it changes nothing with us and our work." That is said and done, perfect. A big sigh of relief there. But I also know this was a surrender on his part.

I swallowed hard and went in carrying the two bags of stuff. Ted let me in. He was in shorts only. I thought OMG, he has a tight, toned body. His shorts did nothing to hide his manhood. That looked like a large cock hidden in there.

"Sit down, Andrea, let's talk a little. No, wait, go get properly dressed first. Gawd, I am not thinking straight. I want you to slowly undress here and put the blue on so I can watch."

I just smiled and dug into the bag, grabbing the blue set of stockings and garter, and then I found my blue pumps, which I had put in the gym bag I had packed in the car. I started to remove the only thing I had on, the sundress. I kept eye contact with him the whole time.

I watched as he adjusted his cock as I slowly spun in the dress till my ass was to him, looking over my shoulder the best I could. I bent at the waist, showing my ass cheeks to Ted. I whispered to him, Daddy, can I see your cock. My lust was setting in. He actually pulled out his cock and balls, and I audibly gasped. It was the biggest cock I had seen in real life. I started gyrating my hips as I slipped the dress higher, fully exposing my ass. I could not wait any longer; I pulled the dress completely over my head, letting it drop to the floor. I reached back, slightly bent, and grabbed my ass cheeks. I bent further. I was literally was looking at his cock between my legs as I pulled my cheeks wide open so my ass hole and cunt were exposed to him. I truly felt like a good whore.

 

"Daddy, do you like your ass and cunt?" I heard myself say this as I stared at him, now playing with his balls. I fuckin giggled like I was a teenager again. This felt right, wrong, weird, and surreal. In the back of my head, I heard my husbands say You might as well go for it, My dad cussing at me for being naked in front of one of them N-word people, and my mom just crying. Yet, I heard my three besties, whom I still chat with, asking if it was amazing or not, and how I feel about it, and if I want more. All of this while bouncing my ass cheeks as I spread them as wide as I can, bent over in front of Ted.

"Mz Whore, Stand up, turn around, and come closer to your Daddy." I complied. He reached out with his left hand and stuffed two fingers as deep as he could in one swift move. This sent shudders through my body. A gasp followed by a guttural moan followed. I looked down to see Ted stroking his massive, hard one. I wanted that in me. His fingers stroking in and out of me at the same pace as his hand on his cock. I was making all sorts of sloppy, wet noises.

"Okay, sweet whore, spread your legs a little more and also put your hands behind your head." I looked at his cock more and more as he told me this. I freely admit, I was close to drooling. I have no idea why this was driving me to react, even though I know it's all wrong. But I spread my legs the best I could as he was now pumping two fingers into me.

I started talking nastily as he pumped his fingers into me. I was still staring at his cock. He had stopped stroking it. He asked me if I was his nasty whore who wanted to fuck black men for money. I moaned as I could barely breathe. I was approaching a climax so fast. Nothing was making sense at that moment. Just as I was going to bust into what I knew would be the best orgasm in a year are two, he stopped.

"Stand there. Do not touch yourself; keep your hands where they are. I will be back in a minute." Then he shocked me and removed his underwear, and then folded them up. He told me to open my mouth and moan like I wanted this. Then he stuffed his underwear in my mouth. He told me they had better still be in my mouth when he got back. I was grossed out to no end. They tasted nasty like sweat and salt. He smiled and left the room.

It felt like forever before he returned. I had started drooling with my own saliva, drooling down onto my tits. I was still on edge. When he walked in, I am sure my eyes were begging him. He took the underwear out of my mouth and held his right hand up. It was covered in cum. He told me to lick it clean. There was a puddle in his palm. He had jerked off in his hand, and now I was to clean up his hand. He then said, once his hand is clean, I need to clean his cock.

I fucking thanked him, I thanked him as I licked and slurped and suck on his fingers and palm. I then dropped to my knees and even with my hands still behind my head, I savaged that black cock to get all his cum. I cleaned his balls and sucked on them. I had only suck on balls once before in life. I was in a full sexual delirium mode. Ted ate my situation all up.

"Stand still and upright. Spread your legs a little more." Then I heard it. The hair trimmers. I felt it. He told me to look forward, do not look down, and wait for him to tell me when I could look. I felt the cold of the metal clipper head lightly slide across my skin. After the first small pass. He got up and then came back with my dress. He told me to stand on my dress so it would catch my fur, so he wouldn't have to vacuum.

I was so turned on; I was trembling, and my insides were churning through a whole range of emotions. The vibrating of the trimmer just made things worse and better at the same time. He stopped and took my phone off the coffee table where I had left it. He snapped a few shots, then handed them to me. He explained it still needed to be cleaned up, but he liked this look on me. I was expecting it to be totally bare, but he has left a landing strip about an inch wide and maybe four inches long. With my hair so thick down there, it looked awesome. I could not stop smiling. He had started at the bottom of the landing strip right above my mound, so my cunt was on full display.

"We will put your tattoos over here and right here as he lightly touched me in two spots, causing goosebumps and a moan to escape. I still hadn't looked down, as I didn't want to break his command. Then he pinched my clit between his fingers and said, "This will get pierced tomorrow before we return to work." I shuddered into a massive orgasm that I could no longer stop.

I fell to my knees, then onto my back as I let out a long moan and heard in my head my mouth go "Oh fucking motherfucking yes, yes dadd, jesus fuckling christ almighty yes." My whole body convulsed. I thrust my hips up and wiggled around. I wanted to touch myself, but I was a good girl and kept my hands behind my head.

"Fuck me, fuck me right now, Ted, be the big cock daddy and fill me with your seed." All the things my brain remembered from the porns my hubby had bookmarked. I started at his rock hard cock as I wethered on the floor. I couldn't take it anymore and reached down and jammed almost my entire fist in my dripping cunt. I needed him in me. I was staring with pure lust at his hard cock. I watch, with it feeling like slow motion, as he slides off the couch and onto the floor. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto his shoulder, then pushed my hands out of the way. Without a single word, he rammed what I am guessing is nine to ten inches of a swollen cock into me to his balls.

I swear I almost passed out. My whole body shook. I felt a warm blush rush from my head to my toes and then... Then I felt it. My pussy convulsed, once, twice, tightened, then I sprayed fluids all over. My brain goes fuck I just squirted. I fucking squirted for the first time ever. It felt wonderful, naughty, and dirty all at once. Ted did not stop or pull out. He just grinned and said I was a very good girl. He started long stroking, pounding into me. I swear he had to beat my cervix back into my womb. It felt amazing. I was stretched. I was full, I was gushing all over. I could not stop the climaxes after that massive orgasm. I know I was saying stuff, but I have no memory of what I said.

He pounded on me for what seemed like half an hour. He changed positions twice, with the final position with me on top, bouncing up and down on his beautifully hard black shaft. He groaned, and then I felt it. The first rope of cum shot into me so hard I swear I could taste it in my throat. Then more ropes. I was in orgam mode and squirting again. For the second time in my life. All of this in an hour. He kept pumping and thrusting as he gripped my tits hard enough that it was sending a new feeling through me. Weirdly, I loved this new pain. He was doing it to keep me on his cock instead of rolling off and wiggling around in my orgasm. He wanted his cock in me till I collapsed onto his chest. Which I did.

He started kissing my head and holding me and telling me not to fight it and let it run itself out. Then I looked at him and he kissed me deeply with his tongue. I shudder even more. Once I regained my control, he told me to raise up and let all that cum run out onto his cock and belly. He said once I am drained, it is time to lick him clean. I was all in hearing this. I devoured his cock like it was a hot fudge sundae. He had to stop me.

He literally picked me up, carried me into the dining area, and sat me on the dining table. He pushed me back, then lifted my hips and stuffed my dress under me again. To my surprise, he had the razor and shaving cream on the table. It was slowly soaking in through my sex addled brain; most of this was planned. I doubt my reactions were expected, but damn him, and thank you, Ted, both. He got a warm wash cloth and draped it on my pussy.

As he started shaving, we started talking about fears, concerns, and the fact that we are both unsure about this beyond this point. He was like his remodel idea really wasn't worth it. He was afraid his wife gave in to get the kitchen and baths. I was confused, as I was sure my husband only agreed because he was sure I would do it anyway, and I had dangled a European vacation in front of him, something he dreams of.

"I did not back out of tonight when you showed up, because honestly, I wanted to fuck you. After I saw your pictures, well fuck, you are so delicious looking." I blushed all over when Ted said this.

"I almost backed out. I sat in your driveway for over 15 minutes. I sent my hubby three messages trying to get him to give me a reason to leave. He just encouraged me to go for it."

We both laughed. He told me that while he was waiting to see if I showed, he too texted his wife. Her only response was that she got you once a week to play with, without Ted around, if we did this. He was like, "I never knew she was bi in any fashion." He has been panicking since. Well, till I bent over. Now he is even more confused. I chuckled and said I was sure as soon as this was over, I was walking away till his first shot of cum into my womb. I explained I was sure it was deep into that. We both know that is not possible, but still.

He finally said done and wiped my cunt area clean. Then he said he was going out of the room so I could get dressed in the blue. He headed down the hallway. I grabbed the stuff. Putting on the garter first. Then the stockings. It took me a few tries to get the garters hooked up and adjusted. Then I slipped into the pumps. I was excited to see his reaction. I yelled to him, "I'm ready." I stood in the middle of the living room and waited.

He walked in, drying himself off. He was like I'm kinda a clean freak. It drives Leah up the wall. This was the longest I went without a shower between fucks. It felt right and perfect for us. But I needed to be cleaned. You are welcome to the shower. Holy fuck, Babygirl, you look phenomenal. I mean like stunning. Can I take pics with your phone and mine? I said yes and started posing, doing some of my cheerleader poses from college.

He was already hard again. I was getting lustful ideas again. I asked him if I could have his cock again while in the stuff. He was looking lustful. He mumbled on last time for the road. He led her to the master suite, threw his towel down, and told her to get on her back. He mounted me and her slowly and slowly, made love more than fuck. He kissed, he groped, and sucked. He took his time, edging me for over an hour before suddenly picking up speed. Then I felt it again, the orgasm coming on, then the squirt, and his rope after rope deep into me. I was in love land.

After I got out of the shower and put on one of the dresses I had bought since the sundress had been soiled (lol), He patted the couch so we could have a brief chat. We decided to take a break and really think about what we almost did. This was good since we're only 24 hours from a set of 4 twelve-hour shifts again. Ted still insisted that we meet early tomorrow, slip away, and get my clit hood pierced. I have no idea why this seemed important, but I was in. I left shortly after. It was not even ten yet.

I fucked my husband's brains out that night and in the morning. I made my excuse and got the piercing. Fuck, that hurt like fuck for about 30 seconds. I let him drive me to eat, and I sat in his car with my skirt up, so every time he looked over, my newly bejeweled hood was on display.

Work started at 7 pm that night. There was no tension like before. It was like things were no longer left unsaid or unexplored. We agreed to a two-week cool-down period before we talk again. I did break the agreement with one text. "Ted, daddy, I still want to do this now that I had you in me. I just want it more controlled and more that out and less lust-driven, as long as it includes more test runs by the pimp. ????"

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