I, Slutwife

Damien Dsoul
Jul 27, 2017 · 6 min read

It was a Saturday night and I had a client in town to serve; plus, I was fucking horny. You don’t want to mess with me whenever I get horny.

We drove into the driveway of the Piedmont Hotel, my husband Dean and I. Usually I prefer going to my clients alone. I love it that way so I get to do whatever I wanted, plus, my clients preferred it that way too. But for months my husband has begged to allow him tag along so he could watch me in action. He often sulks whenever he sees me gearing up to venturing out into the evening. I get irritated whenever he whines like this so reluctantly I said yes but with conditions: I’m in charge and he’s to follow my lead and do whatever I want, and especially he’s never make a damn noise or grip about anything. Dean was all smiles when he said yes and gave me a kiss of good luck, like I don’t already have that.

My date was a businessman from out of state. He contacted me via my website two days before and after going through my preliminary round of questions for him we’d opted on a live meeting. I had no idea though how he was going to take seeing me with my husband Dean, but we’d just have to see how things go.

Dean pulled into a parking space and turned off the engine. I glanced at myself in the mirror, ran my fingers through my blonde hair one last time just to make sure I was looking good. I wore one of my favorite net dress underneath my coat.

“You look beautiful, honey,” he said.

“Thanks, darling.” I rewarded him with a kiss. “Promise you’re gonna be good,” I just had to ask one last time.

“You’ve nothing to worry about me. I’ll definitely at be my best.”

We got down from the car and walked towards the hotel. My date had told me he would be waiting in the hotel bar, which was where Dean and I went. There weren’t many people in the bar and I found him seated at the counter alone with himself. Handsome looking gentleman that he is. His name was Rick, and he didn’t appear fazed when I introduced my husband to him. He ordered drinks while we’re there and we made conversation too; when doing this, it’s always best not to rush.

Rick settled the tab then asked, “How about we go on upstairs?”

“Why not?” I replied.

I picked up my purse and hooked my arm around his and let him lead the way out of the bar; Dean came a step behind. We got into the elevator and rode it to the fifth floor and from there down a corridor into Rick’s suite.

It was a cozy suite; he had a balcony with a terrific view of the bay area.

I unbuttoned my coat and let it fall to the ground. Rick blew a wolf-whistle when he saw my outfit; it got me feeling proud inside knowing I was about to get fucked by a real man. He took off his jacket and shirt and we sat down on a long couch. Dean got out his cell phone and started taking photos of us as we drew closer and began to kiss.

I grabbed at Rick’s crotch, felt his bulge pulsing under his pants; I wanted him so bad and he knew it the more he got to kissing me. When it comes time to fuck, I’m all business and don’t like wasting time. His hand played with my tits, pinched my nipples through my net blouse.

Rick came to his feet and unzipped his pants and even Dean gasped from across the room when he saw what my client was packing. His cock was a good 9-inch rod dripping pre-cum at my face. I stroked his shaft with love and sucked that thick muscle with lust. Now and then I’d cut glances at Dean just to make sure he’s watching and still taking photos. Rick got up on the couch and proceeded to fuck my mouth steadily. I sat there gulping and slurping his girth like it was my first black cock I was enjoying all over again.

He led me to the bed and smiled when he saw the ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo I had on my ankle; something I got for myself months before when I started getting addicted to this lifestyle. I slipped out of my skirt and panties and Rick ate my pussy for what felt like a long time.

Awwhhh gosh, his tongue felt so fucking good!

I could have laid there and allowed him eat my pussy till I cummed and cummed all night . . . except I wanted to feel that strong muscle of his inside me, and I couldn’t wait.

“Give it to me,” I tapped his shoulder and spoke louder for him to hear my plea. “I want that black dick right now!”

He came up for air and slid on top of me. His cock pressed against my cunt; from there it slipped inside and it felt like heaven. Besides being a certified slutwife, I work as a guidance counselor at a women’s clinic and some wives who are privy enough get to stay back afterwards to listen to my tales about my sexual adventures. Always I tell them there’s no greater pleasure in the world than having a black dick inside you, stretching your pussy out in ways no pathetic white man can. Having a black dick inside me is the most gratifying pleasure I’ve ever had.

Feeling Rick sink his cock deep inside me, listening to myself moan . . . spreading my legs further for him to fuck me better . . . I wanted him to fuck me better, in more ways than I possibly could. That was exactly what Rick got down to doing.

The bed groaned as the pounding he gave me got intense. My gasps got louder. I could feel his cock ripping my warm hole bad, making me squirt big. I held up my legs for him. He came down on top of me, grunting harder and harder. Our lips met in a kiss; the kiss was frantic but refreshing.

Auugghhh, Awwhh . . . fuck me . . . Ouuhhh, fuck me . . . that cock feels so fucking good!

I heard words spewing out of my mouth but it felt like it was coming from someone else. I looked to the side to find Dean sitting at the long couch; my eyes were glazed over with lust I could barely make him out.

Rick stopped and turned me over on my elbows and knees. Already he’d ripped through my net outfit but that was to be expected, especially whenever the fucking got to be too good for me to handle. I grabbed the sheets and buried my face between the pillows as he went on pounding me from behind. He was fucking me harder — just the way I like to be fucked. His hands pawed my ass and it got me whimpering wild. His cock thrust into me like a giant log; it felt it going places only the best dicks I’ve fucked have ever gone.

He announced when he was going to cum and I turned around and jerked his cock into my mouth and let him squirt every ounce of cum down my throat. I continued sucking his cock even as he grew soft in my mouth. His girth was way too big even as he went flaccid.

That’s something you can only get from fucking black men.

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Erotic Writer. Troublemaker. Sex Fiend https://about.me/shango1615

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