Changing The Plans Ch 04

I awoke the next morning with a kiss from my husband. He was letting me know that he was leaving to go to the convention he had to attend for work, and would see me later that night. Groggily, I said bye and that I loved him. I was still naked from the night before, and had only been asleep for a few hours. As I rolled over, I felt the normal ache in my pussy that I only got from Dwayne after a meet-up. My hand reached down and I found myself dripping wet.

My arousal brought me further out of my groggy state, and so, with my other hand I reached out to grab my phone to shoot a text to Dwayne and let him know that I was thinking about him. To my surprise, I had a text waiting from him, and another from my friend Kate, who I remembered confessing my sluttiness to the previous night .

Of course, I opened the text from Dwayne first. It was a series of pictures from the night before, and my pussy gushed even more. I texted him back that I loved the pictures, and couldn't wait to meet up with him again. Opening Kate's message, it was short and to the point. She let me know when and where to meet for lunch, as well as what she wanted me to wear. I was nervous about how our relationship and friendship would change, but I knew there was nothing I could do to pull everything I confessed to her back. Convincing myself that it would be fine, I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower.

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I arrived for lunch with Kate a little earlier then she had indicated, after spending my morning just like any other morning. Though, I must admit, it wasn't entirely normal, as I spent it naked, and that was not something I would have done a week prior. As I exited my car, the uneasiness of what was to come washed over me as I felt a breeze of air flutter up my dress. Kate had requested I wear another dress like the one I had from the day before, but this time to forgo the panties and bra all together.

So, once again, I found myself wearing a short and flirty sundress paired with a basic pair of black flip flops, but without any underwear. I was both extremely aroused, and equally scared of someone noticing. It didn't help that I had a bit of a walk to get to the bistro I was to meet Kate at, as it was located in the middle of an outdoor mall. It being the weekend, there were many people walking about, but I think I managed to make it to the restaurant without flashing myself to any of them.

I quickly found Kate, and of course she had chosen to sit outside. She stood and waved me over as I entered. At first, it seemed all was normal, just two girlfriends meeting for lunch. We hugged, greeted each other kindly, and then sat to begin talking. It was at that point though that things became abnormal.

"How's my new little pet slut doing," Kate asked.

I responded nervously, while also looking around to see if anyone heard her call me her "pet slut", "I'm doing good, a bit nervous, but good."

"What's there to be nervous about," she asked before continuing, "it's just you and me out for lunch, and then some... fun."

An evil sort of grin formed on her face when she said "fun," and my body shivered at the same time my pussy throbbed. It continued to throb throughout the duration of our lunch, as Kate questioned me about everything to do with my relationship with Dwayne and just how it all began. Eventually, we finished our meal and she suggested we do a bit of shopping. Trying my best to do as she wanted, I agreed.

Kate led us to an upscale clothing store, and after browsing the racks for a bit, she got an attendant to open a fitting room for us; one fitting, for the two of us. Once inside, She hung up the clothes she had pulled, and then turned to me. The evil little grin had returned to her face.

"Take your dress off, slut," she commanded in a soft but affirmative tone.

Not arguing, I pulled my dress, and only piece of clothing up and over my head. She took it from me, tossing it onto the floor and into the corner. I watched as she surprisingly took off her dress as well. To my shock, she was also not wearing anything under it. She had an amazing body, and I couldn't help but stare. The evil grin formed on her face again as she noticed me staring at her body. I didn't see her do it, but noticed that she had retrieved her phone from her bag and was holding it in front of her as she spoke to break the silence.

"Hands on your hip, and pose for me slut. I want some pictures of my own," she ordered.

Not really happy to know that another person would have naked pictures of me at their disposal, I reluctantly did as she asked, fearing what would occur if I didn't. After a few snaps, she spoke once again, this time asking me a question.

"Have you ever licked a pussy?"

I had an idea of where she was going with the question, and I answered honestly, "No, never."

She smiled, beforing saying, "well now is as good as anytime for your first taste. On your knees slut."

As I dropped down to my knees, instinctively following her command, I noticed she was still pointing her phone at me and realized that she was now recording me. A blush formed on my body at the idea of being filmed going down on my friend. Moving my face towards her, I also took notice of how neatly trimmed her pubic hair was; just a small strip above her slit, with everything else shaved smooth. I wondered if she had done that just for me, or if it was a normal grooming habit. However, I couldn't dwell on the thought, as now my mouth hovered over her sex and I began to kiss her lips.

It was a new experience for me, to be kissing a vagina, but rather than be put off by it, I found myself enjoying it. I was in my slut mode, and I wanted to please her; to please my friend and new mistress. My tongue snaked out and began to lick her, to taste her. She tasted wonderful, and I wanted more. I pushed my tongue deeper, lapping up her growing arousal. As I wasn't experienced with eating out a woman, I relied on what I knew I liked. Focusing on her clit with the tip of my tongue, and broad, flat licks of my tongue across her entire slit. Using my lips to suck her engorged clit and bat it with my tongue elicited a moan from Kate, and so I made sure to do it every so often.

My fingers began to get involved as well. I slipped one, and then two inside of her drenched opening and began to thrust them in and out of her. I was enjoying myself and began exploring her further. My other hand came up, and I began to tickle her exposed asshole with a finger as well. She didn't seem to protest, and even moaned as I did, so I took it as a sign to continue. My face felt drenched with a mixture of my saliva and her juices, but I only could focus on bringing her more and more pleasure. I added a third finger into her pussy, and then slipped one into her ass.

The sound of her uneven breathing indicated that she was getting close to an orgasm, so in an attempt to push her over the edge, I shoved a second finger into her ass and focused all my oral attention on her clit. Within seconds her hips were grinding into my face, and I felt her free hand grab a hold of my head to seedy her balance. I could feel her orgasm further drench my face, but I stayed plastered to her cunt and continue to pleasure her. After a long, shaking orgasm, Kate finally had enough and pushed my head away as she attempted to regain her composure. I remained kneeling as she sat down on the bench with a satisfied smile on her face.

It was after she caught her breath that she said, "Wow, that was... wonderful. For your first time, you really figured it out in a hurry."

"Thank you," I shyly replied as I remained kneeling in front of her, waiting to see what was next.

She picked up my dress from the floor, but before handing it to me she said, "To be honest, I wasn't really sure about all this. I was just seeing how far I could push you, and I didn't really think I had the nerve to let you go down on me. However, now that I have, and I see just how much a submissive slut you are, I think this will have to become a regular thing."

I watched as she then proceeded to use my dress to wipe up her sex before dropping it back onto the floor. As I watched her dress, I thought to myself that my life had gotten quite crazy in just the matter of a week. I was actively serving as a slut for not only a black man, but now my best friend as well. They were both using me for their pleasure, and doing so in humiliating ways. But, I was finding that I thoroughly enjoyed it, and actually wanted more.

So, when Kate redressed and then moved past me to leave, I was both scared and more excited than ever. She opened the door to the changing room and left me naked and kneeling on the floor.

"I'll call you later to set up another 'fun' meeting," she said before walking out of view, but leaving the door open.

I hurriedly stood up and closed it to keep my nudity private from anyone else that may have been around. Fortunately, I didn't notice anyone, and I took that as a minor victory as I sat and tried to regain my composure. As I sat, I found myself licking my lips; savoring the traces of Kate's pussy. It was official, I loved the taste of pussy, and I also lived to serve others sexually. That is, if they knew how to draw it out of me.

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"That's what you are wearing," was the question my husband Terry asked as I came downstairs ready for my date night with Dwayne.

Before I get too far ahead though, let me backup. After my lunch with Kate, the next week for me became more of a sexual awakening as I continued to serve both Dwayne and Kate. I let Dwayne know all about it, and he was pleased I was becoming such a good submissive slut. He also liked that I was less worried about my friend knowing about my servitude to him. I did not, however, let my husband know about the change in my relationship with Kate. I just didn't want him to think that it meant I loved him any less.

I saw Kate again that week, as she requested my "services" at her house one afternoon. I spent a few hours pleasuring her with my mouth as well as performing a variety of naughty and humiliating tasks for her. For example, she had me pleasure myself with a cucumber in front of her while she filmed me and took pictures. She didn't let me come, but she certainly got to come many times.

As for Dwayne, I met up with two times during the week, and each one involved me pleasuring him in some humiliating and/or degrading way. I loved it. He had me meet him on Tuesday morning, in a parking lot of an electronics store. I parked next to his car, got out of my car and into his. I then proceeded to suck his thick, black, rod without so much as a hello. Of course, while I did, he managed to remove all of my clothes, and then tossed them out of his window. He recorded the entire meetup, and when he came; flooding my mouth, he pushed me out of the car and left. I had to gather up my clothes and seek shelter in my car as I didn't want to be seen by anyone.

On the following Thursday, I went over to his house. He requested I wear only leggings and a tank top. Once inside, it was straight to me on my knees with his cock in my mouth. He fucked my face for a bit, before grabbing me up by the hair and leading me over to the back of the couch. I was bent over it, and within seconds, I felt his fingers grabbing at the fabric of my leggings. I heard the sound of tearing fabric and then the cool sensation of air on my ass; he had ripped open my pants. After that, he wasted no time, and pressed his spit-slickened cock into my exposed asshole. Thankfully, the face fucking had done an adequate job of lubing his cock up, as after a bit of initial resistance, he was able to slide inside.

His cock, felt absolutely huge inside of my ass, and though it was painful to take, I was enjoying the feeling of him stretching me out and knowing he was taking his pleasure from me. He ravaged my ass for nearly five minutes, all the while I groaned and moaned from the mix of pain and pleasure. Eventually, he pushed deep inside of me, and emptied his sperm into my bowels. Spent, he slid out, spun me around, and had me clean his cock with my mouth.

That was another secret I had held back from my husband. While I had relayed these two encounters with Dwayne to him, I held back some of the details, and taking it in my ass and then into my mouth was one of those. I don't know why, maybe because it was such a dirty act, and I didn't want him to think less of me. Though, if I'm honest, he hadn't thought less of me from some of the other revelations with Dwayne, but it still just didn't feel right to tell him that I eagerly cleaned the taste of my own ass off my black bull's cock.

Anyway, I left Dwayne's shortly after cleaning his cock off, with my leggings torn open, and my ass leaking his come. He handed me a gift bag on my way out and told me that he was taking me out on a date on Saturday. The thought excited me, as our previous meetings were all spur of the moment, but this was planned. I could only imagine what that would entail.

That brings us back to my husband's question as I walked down the stairs. I had told him about the date with Dwayne, and he had no problem with it. In fact, I think he was just as excited as I was. What he wasn't too keen about was seeing how I was dressed for the date. Dwayne's gift bag from Thursday had contained the outfit he wanted me to wear for our date.

"What, you don't like it," I responded to his questioning while approaching him for a hug.

"I mean you look sexy as hell," he started, "but don't you think it might be a little too... much?"

I knew what he was referring to, but I wanted to tease him, and explain just what he meant.

"Is my skirt too short you mean?"

He stammered a reply, as I began to stroke his crotch through his pants.

"That's not what I was getting at, but it does seem to be a really short skirt."

"Oh, is it the crop top then," I continued to tease and stroke his cock to full stiffness over his jeans.

"Well, it's more what the crop top says, but the crop top itself is actually quite revealing as well," he said, starting to breathe more heavily.

I decided to really lay it on thick, and said in a very raspy voice next to his ear, "you don't like the message? Why, what's wrong with it?"

"It just seems a bit 'in your face' if you ask me," he replied.

Wanting to push him more, I continued the innocent charade, "what do you mean?"

I kept rubbing his erection through his pants as he replied, "It's a white shirt with a black spade on it, and the letters 'QOS' below. What if someone we know sees you?"

Loving to see him squirm, I continued stroking his raging erection through his pants as I kept up the coy act, "you don't want people to know I like black cock? That I like big, black cock?

He started fumbling as he grew closer to his climax, "well, no, but how will you explain it if you see someone we know?"

"Oh, babe, Dwayne picked this shirt, and you know I can't say no to him. He makes the rules, and I do whatever he says," I answered, before adding, "and you weren't worried about people we know seeing me when I first told you about the date. I think the idea actually turns you on. The thought of people you know finding out your wife is a slut for a big black man."

I could tell he was loving what I was saying and doing from not only his hard cock pressing against his jeans, but also how he responded to my answer. "Fuck babe, so you are only wearing the shirt because Dwayne wants you too?"

I wanted to push him over the edge, so when I answered him, I made sure to lay it on extra thick and to be brutally honest.

"Yes, because he told me to wear it, and I am his little, married, white, slut. He gets what he wants and desires. You know this, from all the times I tell you about, where I run out to meet him when he calls just to use me. And you love the pictures and videos I share with you that he takes, and how I tell you just how much a naughty wife I am for him. I just can't say no to him. I do whatever pleases him."

My husband's breathing indicated he was close to coming, but I wasn't done yet, "He hasn't said anything yet, but I expect that soon he is going to want to share the pictures and videos with others, maybe even post them online. I know that when that time comes, I won't be able to stop him. So, I want to let you know now, that your darling wife, might soon be an internet slut."

With that, my husband grunted, coming in his pants at the thought of pictures of me being a slut for Dwayne being online for anyone to see. As he recovered, I kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear, "I'll take that to mean that you like the idea."

I then walked away, leaving him to recover, and grabbing my purse. Exiting my house I trembled at what I just did to my husband as well as going out in public how I was dressed. My husband was right, my denim skirt was extremely short and it also rode up very easily; especially as I walked. The crop top was an extreme cut top that just covered my breasts and proudly displayed that I was a "Queen of Spades." Adding to my outfit was that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I was both nervous and excited about going out with Dwayne dressed as I was.

As I drove to the bar that Dwayne wanted to meet at, I couldn't help but think about all the people that would be there and see me. My pussy was already dripping just from the thought, and I had no idea what Dwayne had planned. The parking lot was full when I pulled in, and I didn't see Dwayne's car as I parked. I texted him to let him know I was there, and he responded back that he was inside and had a table. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves as much as I could, and then got out of my car. With each step I made towards the bar, the more confident I got, and the more stares I received. By the time I got to Dwayne, I was practically buzzing with energy and arousal, so much so I thought I was going to come when Dwayne stood to hug me.

He smiled at my involuntary response, and guided me to sit in the booth he had for us. I felt my short skirt ride up as I sat, and tried to keep it from exposing me completely. As I slid across the bench seat, I knew it was futile as the skirt just wasn't going to keep me covered as I sat. I was thankful that I was on the inside of the booth, because the table and Dwayne would block me from the view of others. Accepting my skirt situation, I looked and saw Dwayne had a drink waiting for me at the table. I knew it would help calm my nerves, so I reached out and took a sip from it.

Dwayne joined me in the booth, and at first just watched me. He was seeing how I reacted to being out in such a slutty outfit, how I adjusted to having my skirt ride up as it had, and how I received the looks and stares from the others in the bar. After I took my first sip from my drink, he finally spoke to me.

"You look good slut. Did your hubby like the outfit I got you?"

"Yeah, he liked it alright, but I'm pretty sure he wasn't too sure about me coming out in public dressed like this," I answered truthfully.

"Ha ha, I bet he didn't, but that doesn't matter because I like my slut looking the part when she is out with me," he responded, before asking, "do you like it slut?"

I took a sip of my drink to allow myself time to think about my answer. When I set my glass down, I replied, "It's a little nerve wracking to be dressed as I am, but I know you want me like this so it makes me want it too. The more people look and stare, the more turned on I get; the prouder I get knowing I am your slut."

"That's what I like to hear. How about the image on the shirt? Do you like displaying it," he asked.