The night after leaving the bar was just as Dwayne said it would be; long and exhausting. He fucked me into the early hours of the morning, using every one of my holes and both filling and covering me in his come. It was pure and unadulterated sex, with Dwayne using me in whatever way he desired. I loved every second of it, and though I was completely drained of energy when it was over, I was still a little disappointed that it had to come to an end.
However, even at the end of the marathon session, Dwayne knew how to push my limits and buttons, as he dragged me out of his house and tossed me naked and disheveled outside before tossing my purse out into the lawn. He shut the door without even a goodbye, and I was left to scramble naked to retrieve my belongings and then to my car parked on the street. Though my dismissal was abrupt, I loved it as my heart pumped with adrenaline from being left naked outside.
What caused me concern was as I drove home and thought about how my husband was going to react to my video confession that I had made. I didn't take time while with Dwayne to think about what he would say or do once I got home, but as I drove home those thoughts flooded my mind. I hoped that I hadn't crossed the line with my declaration of only allowing Dwayne to be able to fuck me. However, the fact that I said it and my husband heard me say it, I honestly was into the idea of it. To only allow my lover, and not my husband, access to my body was devilish. I would be a fuck toy for Dwayne. It would be so slutty.
By the time I got home, I was completely aroused by my thoughts and wasn't at all concerned about the reaction I would get from Terry. To my surprise, I found him waiting for me. Will sort of. He was asleep on the couch, and from the state he was in, nude from the waist down, he had been thinking about my night with Dwayne and was pleasuring himself. I took this as a sign that he was okay with my declaration of no longer letting him have sex with me, and an evil little plan popped into my head. As I was already naked, I simply dropped my things on the floor, walked over to my passed-out husband, and climbed up onto his lap. He soon began to awaken, and I coyly started to teasingly talk to him.
"Oh baby, did you fall asleep waiting for me to get home? For me to get home from my night out with Dwayne, my big black bull that fucked me senseless? Did you get all turned on thinking about all the naughty and slutty things I was doing with him? Did you imagine me sucking his big black cock? How about him fucking me with his massive black pole? Did you envision him splitting me open as he fucked my little white ass?"
I didn't allow him time to answer, as I wanted to tease him, but from the erection he quickly got, I knew he was loving it.
"Ah, I can feel that just thinking about it now is getting you all excited. Too bad, you can't fuck me anymore. You heard me tell Dwayne that only he is allowed that privilege now, and he certainly took advantage of that privilege tonight. He fucked me nearly senseless. Can you smell him on me? He must have come on me at least a couple of times, and he threw me out naked so I didn't have time to clean up. Does that turn you on to know that he used me as his personal fuck toy, and then just tossed me out when he was all done? Oh god, it turns me on. I'm still wet from being used like that and I'm sure his cum is still inside me keeping me slick as well. I'm sure you would slide in so easily, but it is not to be. Only Dwayne gets to do that now."
I then swung my leg off of him and sat on the other side of the couch spread wide open.
"You get to look. Look at how well-fucked my pussy is from his big black cock.."
He stared at my crotch as I used my fingers to touch and spread my puffy lips. As he looked on, I continued to tease him with my talk.
"I can feel how sloppy I am from my night with Dwayne. He came inside me a couple of times. I am such a slutty wife, aren't I? Letting a big black man just use me. He gets to do things with me that you never experienced and now you won't even get to experience me the way you did before. It wasn't just my pussy, he even fucked my ass. I never let you inside my ass, but he has claimed it many times and will continue to do so while you simply wonder and fantasize about it. Stroke your cock baby, stroke as you think about my big black bull owning your slutty white wife."
I know I should have felt bad about all the things I was saying and confessing to, but instead, they only aroused me further and from how quickly my husband came, I knew he loved it. It was then that I let out a chuckle, and gave him a deep kiss.
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As things typically do after an intense period of time, my life slowed down some in terms of me and Dwayne. This allowed for two things to occur. First, I was able to recover and allow my body to get some much-needed relaxation. I booked myself a massage and truly spent a few days just lounging around. Second, my desire to let Dwayne use me as his slut continued to grow. As I relaxed and recovered, I continued to think about him and what he did with me, and I desired it more and more. I held to my promise to him, and I didn't allow my husband to have sex with me, though I did make sure to tease him more than I may have in the past. I often found reasons to walk around the house completely naked, or to wear skimpy clothes to drive him wild. He would attempt to make moves on me, but I would always deny him, saying things like, "no-no, you know this body belongs to Dwanye," or, "Only my bull gets to use me, you can only look."
After about five days, Dwayne and I set up another meet-up. He wanted to go out on the town with me, but he was keeping his plans for most of the night vague. He did inform me to dress as slutty as I dared. When I told Terry about Dwanye's plan, he was not as enthusiastic about it as I was, but he did not go against it. I got the sense that he was secretly excited that I was going to be on another adventure with Dwayne.
With the plan set, I went out the next day to do some shopping for what I was to wear that night. Dwayne said he wanted me as slutty as I dared, and I felt the possibilities were endless. However, he didn't let me know exactly what we were doing or where, and so I wasn't so sure just how risque I was willing to get without that knowledge. In the end, and after a few hours of shopping, I bought a lacy teddy that was crotchless and tied around the neck. Normally, it was to be worn as lingerie in the bedroom, but I planned to pair it with a flared mini-skirt to cover my lower half. The top half of the garment was quite thin, but unless one looked closely my nipples were not obviously visible. I also purchased a new pair of heels.
Later that evening, when I was getting dressed in my newly purchased outfit, I began to second guess my choice, as I began to realize just how much of myself would be on show. Because the teddy was tied at the back of my neck, my entire back was exposed. As for my front side, the material did an okay job of concealing my nipples, that is just about all it concealed as there was a deep plunge that split the valley of my breast down to my belly button. There were bejeweled mini straps that held the two sides of the front together, but they also helped draw the eye to my chest. The lower half of the teddy, as I said, was crotchless but it was just simply open. The lace from the top of the teddy continued to my crotch, but then split back open and thinned out into just two thin straps that wrapped around my ass to simply hold the garment in place. All of my sex and ass were exposed which was the reason for the mini-skirt.
When I came downstairs, my husband had a similar reaction to my appearance as he had the last time I went out with Dwayne. This time, however, he did not say a word. I walked over to him and asked, "do you think Dwayne will like how I am dressed?" He nodded his head as I leaned in to kiss him, while also playfully squeezing his cock through his shorts. It was rock hard which spurred me to tease him before I left.
