Chapter 3

The ride home was silent which wasn't a real surprise to me. Chuck had been quiet since returning to the party. I had no idea how he had taken what I'd done; his only response to my, "Well, was it what you wanted?" was "We will talk about it later." The rest of the party he busied himself talking with friends and he pretty much ignored me. I was beginning to think that I had the answer to the question of whether or not he could handle me being with another man and the answer was no. It looked like Mark was going to be my first and only extra-marital affair. Suddenly I was glad he screwed me the second time.

Mark had just cum and I had been lying on that backseat in that dreamy state I get in after having an orgasm (or in that case — several) and Mark had asked when we could do it again. He was asking me what day we could meet again, but I had looked up at him and asked if he had another condom. He had pulled on his pants and run for his car to get one out of the glove compartment. I had expected Chuck to run up to the car as soon as Mark left, but he didn't.

When Mark got back with the fresh condom I sucked his cock hard again and then I rolled the rubber on him. He went to mount me, but I stopped him and told him I wanted to be on top. He lay on his back and I lowered myself onto his black hardness and began to ride him. In less than a minute I had another orgasm and it wasn't from just the fucking. As I had been sliding up and down on Mark's beautiful black cock I had been looking around for Chuck. When I found him my eyes met his and at that moment I felt so slutty and wicked and the erotic excitement of fucking another man while looking into my husband's eyes triggered my orgasm and just as it hit I blew Chuck a kiss. When I finished spasming I looked again, but Chuck was gone and I didn't see him again until I returned to the party.

After my initial orgasm (of the second round) Mark pulled me down, rolled me over on my back and began fucking me hard. I had two more orgasms before he finally came and as we were rearranging our clothes prior to going back in to the party Mark asked me when we could get together again. I wanted to say, "How about tomorrow?" but I couldn't because I had no idea how Chuck was going to act now that I had done what he wanted.

"I'm still a married woman Mark and I'm not looking for a boyfriend or a full time lover. What I wanted was an experience. I obviously enjoyed it, but I don't know how I'm going to feel about it when I wake up tomorrow. Give me a couple of days to think about it and then call me."

I sent him inside and I waited for almost ten more for Chuck to show up and when he didn't I went inside and got as fresh drink. A few minutes later I saw Chuck come in and I took that as a bad sign. He was out there, why hadn't he come over to the car when Mark went inside? I thought that and the "We will talk about it later" pretty much put an end to the fun I was planning on having.

We were almost home before I worked up enough courage to broach the subject. "Are you going to talk to me or do I just plan on packing when we get home?"

"Why would you pack?"

"Well obviously things did not go well tonight, at least from your perspective. You wouldn't talk to me at the party and you haven't said a word since we got in the car and I don't know why you are pissed at me. I asked you at least a dozen times if you really wanted me to do it and if you were sure you could handle it and every time you said yes."

"I am not pissed of at you."

"Then why aren't you talking to me?"

"Because I am pissed off, but not at you. I haven't been talking because I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing and you might take it wrong. I've been waiting until I cool down before I open my mouth."

"I don't understand."

"What I wanted was to watch you with another man, not for you to fuck another man. The key word there is 'watch'. Knowing that another man was fucking you didn't do a thing for me. I needed to watch, to see it happen. I didn't see a fucking thing tonight! It didn't matter where I stood I couldn't see shit. I knew it was happening, but I couldn't get close enough to see without that asshole seeing me."

"Asshole? I thought you liked Mark."

"I did before he stabbed me in the back by fucking my wife. And while we are on the subject, why Mark? Why did you pick a nigger?"

"A nigger? Since when have you been a racist?"

"Since the asshole fucked you behind my back."

"Well for your information I picked Mark because he was black. If I was going to do this for you I wanted it to be an experience for me too. I'd never had anything to do with black men before Mark and I wondered if there was a difference between black and white."

"Is there?"

"No, not really. His cock is a little fatter than yours, but yours is a little longer than his. But we do have a problem. If I am hearing you right you still want me to do another man while you watch, right?"

"Yes."

"Well I never planned on doing it except with people I know and that I feel I can trust; both trust to be clean and trust to keep quiet about it and not blab it all over so every one starts thinking I'm the neighborhood slut. To me that means the men who travel in our social circle and that I know fairly well."

"Can't you do it with the guys you work with? Guys that I really don't know all that well and only see at company picnics and Christmas parties?"

"There isn't anyone of them I would feel comfortable with. I only know them at work; I don't know anything at all about their personal lives. I mean Danny seems like a nice enough guy at work, but what does he do when he leaves? Does he see prostitutes, pick up strange women in bars and could he have picked up a disease from one of them? At least with the men in our social circle I can feel somewhat safe."

"I don't know. I guess I'm going to have to think about it."

"Let me know. I know you must feel frustrated over tonight and Mark wanted to know if we could do it again and if so when. I told him to call me in a couple of days so when he calls I need to know whether to invite him over or tell him it was all a big mistake and that I can't ever let it happen again."

As we pulled into the driveway I reached over and rubbed Chuck's cock through his pants. "Did knowing that your wife was a whore tonight make you horny? Did knowing that she had a big black cock in her mouth make your dick twitch? That the same big black cock was in her pussy twice tonight and that she loved it?"

I felt his cock grow under my hand and I grinned. "I can't offer you real honest to God sloppy seconds because I made him wear a rubber both times, but he might have loosened me up enough that you will be able to tell that you aren't the first one to go in there tonight. Would you like that honey? Would you like my black lover's leftovers? Would you like to be the second man to fuck me in less than four hours?"

"Jesus Loretta, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"Well, so far Mark has and now I'm trying to get you into me. Don't be so shocked baby, you had to know that having me fuck other men would make me a slut and now that I am a slut don't be surprised when I act like one. You going to fuck me or not?'

Chuck damned near drug me out of the car and into the house and he did actually rip my blouse off in his haste to strip me naked. I was pure slut for him that night and I did things with and to him that I had never done before. I sucked his cock while ass fucking him with my fingers; I licked his asshole and I let him fuck me in my ass and then I did the sluttiest thing I could think of — I sucked his cock right after he had pulled it out of my ass. His cock was in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass or in one of my hands for three solid hours. I fucked him into exhaustion and as he slept I got myself off one more time with my dildo. As I was fading off to sleep I was already planning my next extra-marital affair.

Sunday morning I was up before Chuck and I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and working on a list of possible bed partners. Actually, I was working on two different lists. The A list was all the men who moved in our social circle and who I would like to try and just in case Chuck dug in his heels and said no to them I was also working on a B list. The B list was mostly guys I worked with although I did put down the name of that cute bartender at Adolph's.

I knew from the night before that Chuck was going to want me to do it at least once more. I figured that the best way to see that we didn't stop any time soon was to fuck Chuck's eyes out. I would give him five times the sex we usually had and when he commented on it I would tell him that giving him his fantasy was so sexually exciting that I was constantly horny.

In keeping with that plan I did not leave him alone at all on Sunday. I followed him around and interrupted everything that he tried to do. I had him take me on the hood of the car in the garage when he was trying to reline the front brakes. He got an extremely long blow job when he tried to watch the game on TV. I swept the tools off his work bench in the basement and bent over it so he could take me from behind. I followed him into the shower when he finished cutting the grass and working in the yard, and when we went to bed that night I was all over him like white on rice. It had the desired effect:

"How soon can you get Mark over here? I need some fucking help."

"Are you sure? It is what I did with Mark that has turned me into a horny slut. If I do it again it will just reinforce the feeling and I'll be after you even more."

"Maybe, but at least for the time he is here you will be leaving me alone. Besides, getting my fantasy and actually seeing you with another man may just charge me up enough that I can keep up with you.

Monday was a bad day for me. I was as horny as a goat and even though I wanted to call Mark and ask him to come by the house that night I couldn't. I told him to give me a call in a couple of days and if I called him that would make me seem too eager and would plant ideas in his head that I didn't want him to have. Mark was only going to be a fling, one of many I sincerely hoped, and I did not want him to start thinking of me in terms of a long relationship.

The itch between my legs was so bad that by ten o'clock I was eyeing the men in the office and wondering if I could get away with dragging one of them into the supply closet. It was just a random thought because I knew it was impossibility. The closet was in plain sight of every one in the office and my going into it with a man (if the others figured out what for) would lead to a line forming outside the door. I smiled at that thought. Chuck had said that his fantasy had me servicing men like Randy's wife had and I wondered if he would ever take it that far.

I managed to make it through the day without raping one of my male co-workers. I was driving home and thinking about how poor Chuck's cock might be raw by the time I got done with him that night when my cell phone beeped. I fished it out of my purse and answered it. It was Mark: