Let me give you a quick recap of the story so far – William and I have been married for about 3 years and for the last 6 months or so I have been living the life of a whore.  Rashad is the man who released my sexual self and made me what I have become.  Yes, I know I am Rashad’s whore but don’t think I could ever go back to being the prim and proper wife I was before.  It started when William and my sex life began to get boring.  I mean, William is not a bad lover as men go, but he is not anything tremendously special either.  But he is a kind, considerate husband.  He is the one who suggested we play some games, his term, with me dressing seductively and exposing myself in public.  At first, of course, I thought the idea was ridiculous but eventually, the idea appealed to me.  The more I thought about it the more the thought of exhibitionism began to turn me on.  We always went out together, either to malls, restaurants or bars with music and a dance floor.  We would go back to our home afterwards and have pretty good sex.  But that got old after a short while too.  I began to wonder what it would be like to actually let another man have what I had been showing him.  I found the thought of being with a strange man a real turn on, but it took me a while to get the courage to go out on my own.  Well I had the opportunity.  You see, William has evening hospital rounds every week on Wednesdays and since we live a long way from the hospital and his office, he would stay over that night and come home the next evening.  I finally screwed up my courage and went out on my own.  So, here is how it all started, how I met Rashad and how he completely captivated me.

On one of our outings William and I had passed a small night spot not too far from our home called simply ‘My Place’.  It looked interesting but we didn’t want to be too close to home when we played our games.  Well, I didn’t want to go too far from home by myself and, truthfully, this place didn’t look like a place anyone we knew would frequent.  I decided to wear one of my business suits with a white, sleeveless, tight, turtle neck top of very thin fabric (not quite sheer but close) under the jacket, no bra, short skirt, but not too short, panties, stay up stockings and pumps with moderately high heels.  The swell of my breasts was visible through the wide openings of the arm holes of my top and the shadow of my nipples were visible through the light fabric.  I was especially careful with my makeup – not too heavy but a little light blue eye shadow, some color for my cheeks, and pale pink lipstick.  I had been out with William wearing a lot less clothes and a lot more makeup but, by myself, I didn’t want to be too daring.  I had only a vague idea of what I would do when I got there.  I didn’t know what the place would look like inside.  I decided that if it didn’t look or feel right I would just turn around and leave. 

I arrived about 10:00 PM, walked through the front door and looked around.  It was dark with low level indirect lighting, a juke box or music system of some sort playing quietly in the background.  As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior I could make out a dance floor with a few small tables surrounding it.  The décor inside was nice, much nicer than one would expect from seeing from the outside.  From the back of the room a horseshoe shaped bar protruded.  The place wasn’t crowded but I could see several of the tables were occupied and 4 or 5 seats at the bar were taken.  Since I was by myself I chose a space close to the end of the bar with a couple of vacant seats on either side of me.  The bartender came my way, asked what I would like.  I ordered a glass of white wine and placed my purse on the bar in front of me.  As I waited for my wine I noticed several couples dancing on the small dance floor to a slow country/western tune.  I looked down the bar at the others sitting there.  Most were men and, now that my eyes had fully adjusted, noticed that all were black.  Uh-oh.  Had I made a mistake in coming here after all.  Was this a de facto blacks only place.  No – one of the couples dancing was white.  I relaxed a little more and in my peripheral vision could tell that I was being observed by a few of the men down the bar from me.  It was warm at the bar and I decided to remove my jacket.  The stools at the bar had chair back seats that swiveled around and I hung my jacket on the back of the seat.  I took a cigarette out the pack from my purse, placed it in my mouth and fumbled for my lighter. 

“Let me get that”, a voice beside me said as I felt someone slide onto the seat next to me.  He offered a light for my cigarette.  Surprised, I accepted the light and turned to see who now sat beside me.

“Thanks”, I said, a little breathlessly.  I was looking at an extremely attractive black man, close cropped black hair,  tall and well built.  His voice was so soft and his manner so friendly I didn’t feel threatened at all.  “You sort of snuck up on me there”, I smiled. 

“Well, didn’t mean to surprise you but it’s my business to make sure all attractive ladies in this place are taken care of properly.”  He smiled at me and I saw perfect white teeth in a beautiful chocolate face.  I mean – he was really a nice looking guy.  Shivers went up and down my spine as I tried to compose myself.  My wine came and the bartender asked if I wanted to run a tab.  I replied that I did and took a small sip of the wine. 

“You know those things will kill you”, he said, pointing to my cigarette lying in the ash tray between us. 

“I know”, I said, “I’m going to quit again one of these days, but not tonight”.  Sitting there without my jacket on, I could tell my nipples were rigid and very apparent through the tight material of my top.  He smiled that smile again and said  “I know how that is.  I quit a hundred times before I finally quit for good.” That smile was infectious. 

“So tell me – what brings a good looking lady like you out to a place like this all by your lonesome?” 

“Well,” I replied, “My husband had a  business appointment and I wanted to go out, and since he couldn’t take me, I just decided to go on my own.”  Did that sound too naïve?  Yes, probably.  He smiled again.

“So, you’re married.  Not in business for yourself are you?” he asked.  What? Business for myself? 

“Noooo”, I slowly answered, “I’m not sure I know what you mean ‘business for myself’”.

“Please, I don’t mean to offend you and you don’t look like a professional but I don’t allow solicitation in here and I need to make sure.  That’s all I meant.  Again I apologize if I offended you in any way.” 

“Oh, Jeeze, you thought I might be a – a hooker?” I said, my mouth hanging open.  “But I guess I can see how you might thinks so.  I mean I am alone and at the bar and probably look like I needed company.  Well, I may need company, but not that kind right now”,  I said looking into my wine glass and taking another, longer sip.

“You are obviously not a street walker.  We do get a few of those in here from time to time but after talking with you I don’t think you’re that type”, he said with emphasis on ‘that type’. He smiled again, his expression saying ‘but I know your type’.  I marveled at how easy it was to talk to him.  We were sitting with our seats swiveled to face each other and my skirt had ridden up a little and I was showing a lot of leg.  But my legs were primly together and I tried to be the picture of innocence.  I don’t think I succeeded.  

“My name is Rashad”, he said softly as he placed his hand on my knee and leaned closer.  “I own this place and want all my customers to feel at home here.  Especially ladies that look as good as you.  What’s your name if you don’t mind telling me”.

I felt myself get wet.  I know I was blushing but hopefully the dim lighting hid that.  “I - I’m Kelley”, I stammered.  He didn’t move his hand and I could feel it’s heat through my stocking clad leg.  “Thanks for the compliment”.  I finished my wine and Rashad signaled the bartender and asked for two more glasses of wine.

“Do you mind if we talk a bit”, he asked. “I think I need to get to know you better” he said as his hand did move just a bit, rubbing up my thigh from my knee, just a few inches, then back again. 

He continued to rub slowly as I replied, “No, I wouldn’t mind.  I think you’re a nice guy and I think I might like to get to know you a little better too.”  Did I say that, to a man I had just met who had his hand on my leg?  I was getting hotter and hotter here by the minute and didn’t know where this was going, but didn’t want it to stop just yet.  He moved his seat just a bit closer and as our wine came he began stroking my arm in a sensual fashion, slowly and with just the slightest touch, from shoulder to elbow and back.  The bartender seemed to ignore both of us, but as he left the wine and moved back down the bar I saw a smile playing on his lips. 

“So, Kelley girl, tell me about yourself”.  And I did.  To this day am surprised at how he gained my confidence and I just told him everything about my life, my marriage, eventually even telling him about William and our outings and my exhibitionist tendencies.  He just smiled at me a lot and encouraged me to open up.  Sometimes I wonder if he didn’t somehow hypnotize me to get me to tell him so much, but I really just think he instilled such trust that I felt no threat at all in answering the occasional question that kept me talking.  As we talked his hands moved to my waist and he began to rub up and down from waist to where the swell of my breast was exposed beneath my underarm.  When I wound down, and finished my tale with “and that’s how I ended up here.  I don’t think I am ready for an extramarital affair but the thought is there and it intrigues me.”  I was silent and stared at my wine.  I picked it up and drank the half full glass in one gulp.  “God, how did I manage to tell you all that.  You should be a therapist.  In fact I doubt I would have told a therapist as much as I’ve told you.” 

He smiled that damned smile again, and I found myself melting as his hand lingered, now on my chest under my left breast.  His hand moved slowly upward to cup it softly, rubbing in a slow circular motion.  My eyes closed and I took small jerky breaths.  “Please”, I said.  “I don’t think I’m ready for this yet.  Tell me about yourself now.  I - I don’t know anything about you yet,”  I stammered.   I looked around to see if we were being watched.  No one was watching that I could see. 

He continued to massage my breast through my top for a few more seconds, then moved his hand to my lap.  Now rubbing the top of my thigh, again slowly and softly, he said, “Kelley, you don’t know it yet but you are going to get to know me a lot better I think.  I think I know you pretty well now and I think --- well.  You have taken it this far on your own and, I hope, realize that you don’t need William to protect you.  At least not from me.  I know you’re not ready tonight, but I hope you will be back.   In fact I will expect you back – what did you say William’s schedule was – rounds every Wednesday?”  I nodded mutely. 

“From what you tell me of William, I think he might enjoy taking your games to the next level, and then perhaps to another level beyond that,” he said as I looked at him with a confused expression. 

“What do you mean ‘the next level’,” I asked.  His hands were moving higher and higher, pushing my skirt up so that my panties were visible between my legs.

“Well, you said your games consisted mainly of you being simply an exhibitionist, correct?” I nodded.  “And you never really got involved with any other men other than letting them look, right?”  Again I nodded.  “The next level, Kelley girl, is to let William see you with another man – no, no.  I don’t mean have sex with another man – at least not yet,” he chuckled.  “I think the next time you go out to play your little games you should go to a place called the ‘Shadow Lounge’.  Know where that is?”  I nodded again.  “I can guarantee that a nice looking guy will come over and ask you to dance.  You should accept the invitation and give William a nice show with this guy.  Dance real close, let him have some liberal gropes of your ass and – what ever other places might be available.  Once you start to dance with this guy, just do what feels right.” 

His hands had been moving on me the entire time he was telling me this.  He had pushed my legs apart so he could rub the inside of my thigh.  As he finished talking, he let his hand brush against the front of my panties.  He rubbed up and down a few times and I know he felt my wetness.

“How do you know a guy will ask me to dance?”  I asked.

“Leave that to me.  No, it won’t be me but I’ll ask one of my friends to do it.  Don’t worry, he’s completely trustworthy and you needn’t worry that he would cause any trouble.  The whole idea will be to see how William reacts to this situation.  Do we have a deal?”  he asked. 

I nodded, this time managing a strangled “Y – Yes.  I think so.  I guess I will know for sure Saturday.  When we go out, playing games, that’s usually the night. Right now I think I will, but I don’t know how I’ll feel when you stop touching me.”

“Just remember me, and maybe you’ll know it’s right for you to do this.  You wanted to spice things up, didn’t you.  What better way, hmm?” 

I was so flustered, I pulled away and turned back to the bar.  “I really think I should go now,” I said, slowly and shakily standing.

“Sure, Kelley,” he said as we both stood.  He reached behind my head and gently pulled our faces together.  I couldn’t move my eyes from that mouth, the one with the captivating smile, as he kissed me.  I opened my mouth and he kissed me deeper than I have ever been kissed before.  As we broke apart I almost forgot to breathe.  I finally sucked in a deep breath in a very unladylike gasp.  He smiled again and said.  “Hope to see you back here in a week, Kelley girl.  After we see how William takes this next level” 

Dumbly I nodded and gathered my things.  I fumbled in my purse for money to pay my tab.  “Forget it, Kelley girl.  This night is on me.  It has been a pleasure to talk with you and I will look forward to our next meeting.”  With that he turned and walked through a door at the back of the bar. 

I picked up my jacket and put it on, gathered my things and left on unsteady feet.

As I walked to my car I was very aware that I was as wet between my legs as I had ever been.  I got in the car and immediately removed my panties.  With my skirt up around my waist I let my juices lubricate the seat beneath me.  I drove straight home, feeling the vibration of the car, thinking of Rashad,  remembering his soft touch, that smile, and his oh, so soft voice.  Once inside the house I stumbled to the bedroom,  removed all my clothes and, with memories of Rashad’s touch on my skin, masturbated to an earth shattering climax.  It took all of three minutes and afterwards I was glowing.  Damn, it felt good.  I showered, masturbated again, then to bed and to sleep, exhausted, to dream of this beautiful black man with the smile and soft touch.

When William arrived home Thursday evening, I was dressed a tank top and a pair of short shorts that I know he likes.  I met him with a hug and a sensual kiss that surprised even me.  Perhaps I was feeling a little guilty but mostly I was just horny as hell.  I needed sex after my night out.  I whispered in his ear “I want you, right now”, licked his ear, then took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.  I began by undressing him, then, kneeling before him, I took him in my mouth.  I sucked and laved my tongue around his dick as he became fully erect.  He was moaning and humping my mouth.  William’s cock is only around 8 inches long but is fairly thick.  Certainly not record breaking size but decent.  I took him all the way into my mouth,  the tip of his cock banging the back of my throat.  He loves it when I deep throat him.  At least that’s what he considers it.  I have since found new meaning to the term deep throat.  But that night I just wanted sex however it came, and William was my only alternative at the time.  I couldn’t complain I guess.  Not that night anyway.  He satisfied me completely.  We did it in every position, 69 which I love, doggy style, missionary position, me on top, facing him, with my back to him and him playing with my breasts.  William surprised me with his stamina as we fucked each other to exhaustion.  I will always be grateful to the gods that gave women the ability to have multiple orgasms.  I must have climaxed a dozen times that evening.  We forgot about dinner and ended going to sleep in each others arms.  In my life, to that point, that was the best sex I had ever had.  And I knew I loved William for his consideration and abilities as my lover.  Of course I know now that his abilities pale in comparison to some others I have known since.  But William remains my anchor, my home that I think I will always be able to return to.  Even when I say things to him that I know humiliate and degrade him, I know he will always be there for me.  He is now just as hooked on this lifestyle as I am.  And, though I know it sounds corny, and under the circumstances, hard to believe, on some level, there is still love between us.

William left for the office around 7:00 the next morning.  I feigned sleep until he left.  As he left the bedroom he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.  I almost cried.  I knew what I was going to do next Wednesday and felt guilty already, but couldn’t get Rashad out of my mind. 

Friday night when William arrived home - I was distant.  I told him I didn’t feel well, that he had sapped all my energy the night before.  Saturday came and he suggested going out and play a game or two.

I agreed, thinking ‘he wants a game – well that’s what he’s going to get.’  With one of my standard outfits on, and with no panties, I left with William around 8:00.  We drove right by Rashad’s place and I, nonchalantly I thought, commented that it looked like an interesting place and that we should maybe try it sometime.  William dismissed the idea.  The place was too close to home.  We had decided, at my suggestion, to go to the ‘Shadow Lounge’.  We arrived there about 45 minutes after leaving home.  We went through our usual routine with me flashing my bare crotch as I slid into our booth, taking off my jacket and, with the top I had on, making it obvious that I wore no bra.  We danced to a few slow songs with William holding my ass as I sensuously ground my pelvis into him.  In the middle of the second dance with William, I glanced at the bar and saw Rashad sitting there watching us.  He was with another guy and he smiled and nodded as he saw me recognize him.  He said something to his friend as he turned away.  As the song ended, I stumbled and William caught me “Anything wrong, Kelley?” he asked. 

“No,” I said, “just a little turned on after that dance.”  We sat back down.  I know my face was flushed, from the hot dancing we had been doing, and knowing what was probably going to happen soon.  I dropped my hand to my lap and, holding William’s gaze, slowly pulled my skirt up and dipped my hand between my legs.  I spread them apart and, with my fingers, opened my pussy lips and inserted a finger.  I closed my eyes, knowing that he couldn’t see what I was doing, but the guys at the bar could.

“Kelley, are you doing what I think you are doing?” William whispered.  I opened my eyes and nodded, grinning. 

“What do you think I’m doing William?” I asked with an innocent expression, continuing to play with myself.  I noticed Rashad bend over and say something to his friend, then saw him start to make his way to our booth.  I pulled my hand from under the table and closed my legs, primly.  Then, looking at William, licked my fingers. 

The guy was black, big and well built.  Not bad looking, but no Rashad.  He approached our booth and, looking directly at me, said “Pretty lady, would you like to dance?”  A slow song had come on the sound system.  I looked at William, and before he could say anything, said “Sure, why not,” and got up.  As I was led to the dance floor, I looked at William over my shoulder.  He was sitting there with an astonished grin on his face, which made me all the more certain I could do this.  If he didn’t care, well, depending on what this guy would do, I’d give him a show. 

As we started to dance the guy put both arms around me, pulling me close.  My arms, with nowhere else to go, went under his arms around his back.  With his mouth close to my ear, he whispered, “I’m Mike, you’re Kelley, right? “  I nodded, my face pressed into the hollow of his neck.

“We’re gonna have some fun tonight!” he chuckled. I grinned as we slowly turned around the floor.  His hand moved lower, down my back, pressed my hips into him.  I didn’t resist, just moved with him.  As the music played, he turned my back to our booth, so William could see what he was doing.  He moved his hand lower, massaged my ass a little and pulled me tighter against him.  I could feel the start of his erection pressing just below my stomach.  I moved against him and felt myself getting wetter.  As the music played he swirled me around and dipped me backwards.  I wasn’t ready for it and sort of stumbled a little but he held me, his left hand now behind me, supporting me and his right hand on my ass.  As he raised me up his right hand slid down my left leg, pulling it up.  As my leg was raised, his hand moved to behind my knee, and he raised my leg further, so that my thigh was roughly parallel to the floor, my leg dangling straight down from the knee.  In this position, my skirt had slid up, barely covering my ass, my bare crotch against him. 

“Hook your leg around my leg.” He whispered in my ear.  I did and he moved his hand to my ass again.  We were right next to our booth and my back was to William, and I knew that he could see what was happening.  We were barely moving on the dance floor.  With my skirt hiked up Mike moved his hand to cup both ass cheeks and I could feel his fingers probing between them.  He pulled my left cheek upward and I knew my glistening pussy was open to William’s view.  Then Mike moved his hand lower and actually inserted a finger in me from behind.  Then I felt more fingers fill me. It felt wonderful and I almost lost it.  I humped against him with one leg wrapped around him and his hand supporting me upright.  His fingers moved in and out of me, Somehow one long finger reached further, rubbing my clit up and down from behind.  I felt him rubbing my pussy juice back over my ass hole.  Then he inserted his thumb, at least that must be what it was, in my ass, as he continued to finger my pussy and stimulate my clit.  I couldn’t do anything but hang on.  Mike was supporting most of my weight with his right hand under and in my ass and in my cunt.  My arms were around him, reaching up his back, my hands holding on to his massive shoulders, my left leg still wrapped behind his right leg, my right leg barely touching the floor.  My body was jerking with uncontrollable spasms as I humped his torso, feeling his hardness beneath his trousers.  I came with a mind shattering convulsion, whimpering and moaning, trying to keep from screaming.  Still, it must have been obvious to anyone within 50 feet of us that I was having an orgasm.  No one except William could see clearly what Mike was doing to me but my movements and the sounds I was making left little doubt.  The music had stopped and a new song was playing when I finally regained a bit of control over my body and unwrapped myself from around Mike and stood unsteadily in front of him.  My skirt was still hiked up and I could feel the lower part of my bare ass exposed, but I didn’t care.  Mike leaned over and kissed me, one of those long sensual ‘I’m gonna swallow your tongue’ kisses.  My pussy spasmed again.  I was dripping wet, my juices running down the inside of my thigh.  We broke from the kiss and, trying to regain my composure, I turned to face William.

Mike stood behind me, his arms around my waist.  I looked at William.  His eyes were riveted to the spot between my legs.  From his position sitting in the booth he could see my exposed pussy, wet and glistening with my juices.  “William, this is my new friend, Mike,” I said.  “Mike, meet my husband, William.” 

As I made the introductions Mike slid one hand down the front of my body to my cunt again, the other went up to cup my left breast.  Standing with my back pressed against him I again could again feel the bulge of his cock, this time pressing against my ass.  As he played with me there in front of my husband he said, “Nice to meet you, Kelley’s husband.  You certainly do have a sweet wife.  Yes sir, and she has one of the sweetest pussies I’ve ever tasted.”  And with that comment he removed the fingers from my cunt and raised them to my mouth.  I could smell my raw sex smell on his fingers and reached my tongue to lick his fingers.  He stuck two into my mouth and I sucked on them as he continued to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples.  Damn, he was turning me on again.  He removed his fingers from my mouth and again dipped into my cunt.  I humped his hand with William watching.  Then, before I could cum again, he removed his hands and, licking his fingers, said, “Yes sir, one sweeeeet pussy!  You a lucky man, William.”  With that he helped me into my seat and smiling at William, kissed me lightly on the forehead, turned and went back to the bar. 

I stared at William and he stared back with his mouth hanging open. “Son of a bitch!”  he said, “You sure spiced up our games that time?  What the hell got into you?”

“William, such language!” I said, smiling and feigning shock.  “You’ve been complaining that what we were doing was becoming boring, right?”  William nodded, even though I knew I was the one who had complained first.  I leaned toward him.  “Well, I’m not bored anymore.  How about you?  Did it turn you on to see a stranger all but fuck your wife right on the dance floor in front of you.  See him pull up my skirt, finger my pussy and ass hole, squeeze my tits, kiss me, make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum without you, or someone, fucking me?  Of course it did.  I could see it in your face and I can see it now.  You loved it.  And so did I.  Now get me the hell out of here, take me home and I’m gonna fuck your balls off!”  I grinned at him. 

He looked at me with a puzzled expression.  “OK,” he said. “After that little show I’m ready for most anything.  Let me get the waitress’s eye and get our bill.”  I leaned back and just looked at William.  Neither of us said another word until the waitress came with the bill.  I gathered my things, put on my jacket as William paid the bill. 

As we walked out I glanced at Rashad.  He was watching us and smiled as he saw me look his way.  He nodded and pointed to his chest, as if to say ‘will I see you Wednesday?’.  I smiled back and nodded. 

The rest of the days until Wednesday crawled by.  William and I had pretty good sex that night after returning home but my mind wasn’t with William.  It was a few miles down the road, fantasizing that it was Mike, or Rashad, that was fucking me, whose cock I was sucking.  We had sex one other time before Wednesday but I’m sure he could tell I wasn’t fully into it. He didn’t press it. 

Wednesday finally came and as William left for the office he told me to take it easy and rest.  He thought I was just tired.  Well, I was, tired of waiting for this day to come.  I kissed him and told him I would.  As he left my mind turned to Rashad and Mike, as it had so many times since the last Wednesday.  I had dreamed of Rashad’s smile, his soft touch and relived that kiss many times since, fantasizing when William was fucking me that he was Rashad, or Mike.  Well, tonight I hoped to make that fantasy real. 

I was especially careful getting ready to go that evening.  I put on several outfits before deciding on relatively demure sleeveless blouse under a light sweater, a mid thigh skirt, thigh high stay up stockings and heels.  I brushed my long straight hair till it shone, applied modest makeup, a little eye shadow, blush, pale lipstick.  No bra of course.  I debated about panties and decided on a thong.  Dressed, I looked at myself in the full length mirror.  ‘OK ‘, I thought to myself, ‘You’re as ready as you will ever be.  What ever happens tonight will be.  If nothing comes of it, at least I’ve tried.’

I left the house around 9:00 PM, driving slowly savoring the anticipation.  I parked the car and walked, a little unsteadily, to the door, took a deep breath and entered.  The place was just as I remembered it.  I noticed about the same number of people at tables and at the bar.  I made my way to the bar, same seat I had been in the last time, looking for Rashad.  I couldn’t see him anywhere and was a little worried that he might not be there.  But he knew if I was coming back that it would be this night.  The bartender came and said “White wine, right?”

“Yes, sure,” I said, as I removed my sweater. “You have a  pretty good memory.”

“Always remember a pretty lady,” he said with a grin as he moved off to get my drink. 

I felt before I saw Rashad slip onto the stool beside me.  He had already lit a cigarette and offered it to me.  I looked at him as I accepted the cigarette and took a deep drag from it.  “My brand even.  You are pretty observant,”  I said.

“Like I told you, I try to make sure all the beautiful ladies are taken care of,” he said with, of course, that wonderful smile of his.  “Glad you decided to come back.  I thought you would, especially after running into you the other night.  I assume that was William you were with?”

“Yes – yes, that was William”  I said, trying to slow my breathing to a manageable level.

“Nice looking guy.  Does he take care of you?” he asked.

“So far he has,” I replied. My wine came and I immediately took a large swallow.

Rashad placed his hand on my knee as he had before.  That same light touch.  “Sit here and relax, Kelley,” he said.  “I have to go in the back for a little bit.  Drink your wine and I’ll be back for you.”

I sat there smoking and drinking my wine, wondering what he meant by ‘I’ll be back for you.’  Before I knew it I had drunk three glasses and the bartender was bringing my fourth.  Finally Rashad reappeared at my elbow.  “Feeling a little more at ease?” he asked.  I nodded and turned to face him.  Again he placed his hand on my knee and began that slow rub.  I could feel the wine and decided I probably shouldn’t have any more.  After all, I had to drive home later, or so I thought at the time.  Rashad moved his hands to my side and began that stroking movement, up under my arm and down to my waist.  Then up to cup my breast. 

“Nice,” he said. “I like this blouse more than the other one,  I can feel your tit through it better.  Do you always go braless?  You should you know.  You have such nice tits.  You certainly don’t need one.”  My breath was coming in short gasps, and without realizing it, I uttered a low moan.  Rashad moved his hand away from me for a moment and I tried to regain some measure of composure. 

“Rashad, damn, your touch is so sensual,” I said.  “You are making it awfully hard to relax.”

Rashad just smiled and moved his hand again to my thigh, followed it up to the hem of my skirt then back down.  Then moving it to the inside of my thigh stroked upwards to beneath my skirt to the top of my stockings.  “Ahh, I like that,” he said.  “No pantyhose for you girl, right?  Now for the real test.”  He moved his hand again under my skirt, my legs parted slightly and he brushed lightly against the front of the thong covering my pussy.  I shuddered and my hips gave a small involuntary jerk.  “Kelley, you’re covering up the best part girl,” he said.

“It - it’s just a thong,” I stammered.  “After all, I didn’t want to get arrested.” 

“Well, you know what I think.  I think we should go back to my place and have a drink, maybe do a little dancing and see what develops.  Now, now.  Don’t look so panicky.  My place is just in the back here, so we don’t have far to go.  How ‘bout it Kelley, want to come with me?”  The way he emphasized the word come left little doubt that he meant ‘cum’ with me.  I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.  Just nodded as he took me by the arm and helped me from my seat.  He picked up my wine as I got my sweater and led me through a door at the back of the bar.  I followed him down a hallway to a door on the right.  “In here,” he said. 

The room was comfortably if modestly furnished with a dresser, chair and bed.  Mirrors were placed on all four walls giving a view of the bed from whatever position one might be in.  After placing my glass on the dresser he pulled me to him and gently kissed me.  That kiss.  Like drowning in honey.  His tongue probing, mine exploring his mouth, leaving me breathless.  His hands ran up and down my back to cup my ass cheeks and pull me against him.  I could feel the lump in his trousers pressing against my stomach.  With one hand he unfastened my skirt and it fell to the floor.  He pushed me away, holding me at arms length and turned me around a full 360 degrees.  “Well, that certainly is a thong, isn’t it,” he said.  “Damn, woman, you’re fine.  You are one sexy lady.” 

I know I blushed all over as I replied, “Thanks for the compliment.  You are pretty damn sexy yourself.” I said, trying to act much more confident than I felt. 

“That’s nice, Kelley girl,” he said, “why don’t you just unbutton that blouse – just unbutton it for now.  That’s it.  You look so sexy standing there.  I want to tell you something.  I want you to give me pleasure.  And I want to be sure to give you pleasure.  I think I can guarantee that I will.  Now the first lesson.  I want you to do something for me.  Kneel down here in front of me, Kelley.”  I knelt.  “Undo my belt and unfasten my trousers and let them fall to the floor.  I did as I was told, my eyes fixed in front of me, staring at his crotch.  As the trousers fell I gasped at what I saw.  “Don’t let it frighten you.  I know it’s probably a little larger than you are used to.  But I think you will enjoy it.”

I just stared at it.  He was huge, and he wasn’t even hard yet.  It was beautiful, hanging halfway to his knee.  “Now Kelley, this is your first lesson.”  I didn’t really know what he meant but I was certainly ready to learn,  “I want you to make me ready.  I want you to suck my cock and make me hard.  Don’t be afraid.  I’m going to teach you how to suck a cock this size so we both get pleasure from it.  Now just take the end in your fingers and lift it.  That’s it.  Now lick from the base to the tip.”  I did as he said and I watched it grow.  Rashad was uncircumcised, the first time I had ever seen an uncircumcised cock in my life.  I was fascinated with its size and that skin that covered the bulbous end of his cock. 

“Doing great Kelley girl.  Now grab near the end, make a fist around my cock and pull down.  Pull the skin down from over the end.  AHH! That’s it girl, Feels good.  Now lick all around the head, good.  Now take just the tip in your mouth and use your tongue on it.  Ohhhh yeah, baby.  See how big it’s getting?”  I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as I sucked on the end of this monster.  It got bigger and bigger.  I began to worry that it would hurt, because I knew, hoped, he was going to fuck me with it. 

I stopped sucking long enough to say “Rashad, you’re huge!  I’ve never seen a cock like this before.  It’s  - it’s beautiful.” 

“I know it’s bigger than you are used to but believe me – where sexual satisfaction for the woman is concerned, size, as well as ability, does matter.  Now I want you to take as much of me in your mouth as you can.”  I put my mouth back over the head and pushed down till I felt him at the back of my throat, as far as William had ever been able to go, and yet half, more than half of his cock was still outside my mouth.  That’s good Kelley, I can feel the back of your throat.  But it can go farther.  It will take some getting used to on your part but you can do it.  You have to relax your throat completely, then when you feel the urge to gag, that’s normal at first, just swallow.  You just keep swallowing till you get it all in there.  It will be difficult to breathe too so take a deep breath and let’s see how far we can go.”  I pushed his cock to the back of my throat, felt the resistance, then relaxed my throat and pushed again and tried swallowing as he had instructed.  I felt the urge to gag but suppressed it.  I took a deep breath and pushed harder, swallowing the whole time.  With Rashad encouraging me and telling me how good it felt I continued to make that huge member disappear down my throat.  Finally, I could feel him deep in me, as I swallowed continually my nose touched the tight curls of his pubic hair and I knew I was there.  Unable to breathe I pulled back, allowing the end of his cock to pull past the point where I could breathe again, then, another deep breath and pushed down again, swallowing, always swallowing. 

“God, Kelley girl, you are a natural.  You just want it all the first time don’t you.  That’s it – keep it up – I’m about to feed you my cum straight into your belly.  AHHH! SOOO Goood!”  he said.  I felt his cock expand while my mouth kissed the base of his cock.  I felt the pulsing as his cum erupted deep in my throat, almost to the entrance to my stomach, I was sure.  Then, as he was still pumping gushes of cum from his cock I pulled back and got a mouthful of cum as I slowly milked it with my fist.  I was so hot and enthralled with what I was doing.  I swallowed his cum and wanted more. 

“Kelley, you are a natural cock sucker. I have never had a woman do that to me the first time she tried it.  And it never felt so good.  I knew you were special that first time I met you.  That’s it girl, keep licking it and sucking on it.  This is just the first of a lot of loads of cum I have for you.”  Rashad let me continue to lick and suck for a few minutes, then said,  “OK, Kelley, that was great.  But now let’s just relax a few minutes and then we’ll proceed to the next lesson.  Why don’t you just go ahead and take the blouse and that damned thong off.  I want to see you naked.”

I remove my blouse and the thong and start to take off my heels.  “No, leave them on and the stockings.  You look sexy as hell in just those.  You are one beautiful woman.  Now come over her and lie with me.  Let’s just lie here and see what happens.  I think you may be more experienced than I thought before, so let’s just let nature take it’s course, OK?” 

I nodded in agreement, stood and walked over to the bed and lay down.  He lies beside me and we kiss again.  I can feel his fingers probing around my pussy lips.  I reach down and take his still hard cock in my hand.  I pump up and down.  I then move my hand to his balls and cup them and squeeze gently.  He sucks on my hard pink nipple.  It is very hot in the room.  He moves down between my legs and his tongue finds the opening of my pussy and he sticks it inside and then licks between my inner lips.  He sucks my clit into his mouth and it felt so damn good!

            Rashad then gets on all fours with his huge dick pointing straight down.  I

lie under him and take that magnificent member into my mouth again and begin sucking the head once again.  I play with his balls. In a few minutes, I am on all

fours and Rashad is under me sucking my tits.  First one then the other.  I am

just there on all fours, with my tits hanging down getting sucked like a cow.

It feels incredible!  He begins to rub my pussy while he is still sucking and

I go crazy!  Then I’m on my back again.  He straddles me on all fours and looks down at me.  "What do you want me to do now, Kelley girl?", he asks.

            "I want you to put it inside me."

            "You mean that you want me to fuck you."

            "Yes, I want you to fuck me."

            "Well, you must ask me nice."

            "Please don't tease me.  Fuck me.  Please, Rashad, Please fuck me."

            I spread my legs wide to make it easy for him to enter me.  He lowers

himself on me and I take his hard dick in my hand and guide it to my waiting

pussy.  It touches my opening and he stops.

            "Please, Rashad, I really want you to fuck me."

            He slowly eases his huge cock into my very hot cunt and pumps up and

down.  I just can't describe how good it feels to have his cock pumping my cunt.  My pussy has never been filled this full before. 

“I’m going to take this easy at first Kelley, cause I can tell you are tight as hell.  But you are ready, wet and able to do what I want to do to you.  I think you’ll find it enjoyable,” he says as he moves back and forth with just the first few inches in me.  I move, trying to push more of him into me.  “Now just slow down girl.  I know you are anxious but – have you ever had a cock in your womb?” he asks.  In my womb?  Did he mean he wants to enter my uterus?  I knew with that monster he could reach it but, as thick as he is, I didn’t think it would fit. 

I shook my head and said, “No, Rashad.  I don’t think I can take you there.  You’re so damned huge.” 

“You can take it, girl.  I know you can.  May take a little getting used to but we’ll take it slow,”  he said and I could see his face and I could feel that smile as he slowly pushed more and more of his cock into me.  I feel so full, so wonderfully full, and he pushes yet more into me.  I feel him touch the entrance to my uterus and I pull back a little.  He moved his hands to my hips and pushes again.  I feel the head of his cock begin to spread the small opening.  It hurts but I bite back a groan and let him continue to push.  The pain lessens and slowly he enters me deeper than I believed possible.  I can feel the mouth of my uterus expand as he goes deeper. Then I feel his huge balls press against my ass and I know he is in me to the hilt.  What an incredible feeling.  He moves, pulling out almost from my inner mouth, then back again.  It is like no other feeling in the world.  I don’t want it to end.

"Play with your tits," he says with that soft voice.

I take a breast in each hand and massage them.  I usually don't get a

thrill out of playing with my own breasts, but Rashad watching me play with

them while he fucks me really turns me on! 

            "Ooooooohhhhhhhh!........Ooooohhhhhhh!.............Oooooooooooohhhhh!"

I cum almost immediately.  I didn't want to cum so fast because I wanted it

to last.  But Rashad continues to pump my pussy.  The excitement returns after

only a very few seconds.  I begin to be turned on again.  Again I thank the gods for multiple orgasms. Then Rashad pulls his dick out of me.

"Please don't stop.  I want to cum again!"

"Suck my cock again for a little while."

He puts his wet dick inside my mouth. I suck.  I can taste my pussy juice and suck it all off his dick.  He pulls out of my mouth and rolls me over on my stomach and lifts my ass in the air.  He slides his dick into my pussy and fucks me doggie style.

He reaches down with his hand and plays with my ass hole.  I protest weakly that I’ve never had it in my ass before.  He says “Just relax like you did your throat and it’ll be all right.  You will love it once you get used to it.  I’m not going to fuck you in the ass yet, just play with it a little.”  Rashad continues.  He slides his hand down to my pussy to get his finger wet then slides this thumb into my ass!  I cum for the second time. He reaches around me and puts a hand on each tit and raises me upright so that we are both on our knees.  He is behind me fucking me and playing with both tits.  I am excited again already.  Rashad stops and lifts me and we stand beside the bed.  He stands behind me and I bend over the bed and spread my legs.  He enters me from behind again.  Rashad stands still and I do the pumping  I look up at the mirror on the wall next to the bed and watch myself fuck this man I didn't even know a few weeks ago!  This is not at all like me.  It is very exciting.  I can't get my breath.

"I want....to get......on top."

Rashad lies on the bed on his back and I straddle him and guide his dick

back home into my burning pussy.  I ease him to the mouth of my uterus. I want that incredible feeling again. Again as he enters that tight opening I feel a little pain that quickly dissipates.  I pump as hard and fast as I can with him so deep.  I again look in the mirror and watch myself fuck this man.  Each time I ram down on his cock, his pubic bone hits my clit.  Rashad reaches up and plays with my tits.

I bend over and let his suck on them.  The instant that he sucks a pink nipple

into his mouth, I cum again.

I lie on my back and Rashad puts my legs on his shoulders and fucks me

again.  I am too tired to move.  I have cum more times than I could count.

"I want to cum in your mouth."

I make no objection, just smile and nod agreement.

Rashad again straddles my head and I can taste my pussy juice on his dick.

I suck it and he fucks my mouth, moving his huge dick in and out, not deep this time.  I want to taste all of his load.  I get an idea.  I put my fingers in my pussy to lubricate them good.  Then I put my finger in his ass hole.  I have never done that to anyone before and it feels strange inside.  I slide it in and out....in and out.  Rashad begins to tremble.  I know he is about to cum.  I feel his huge dick swell even bigger than before.  Now it is pumping his salty tasting liquid into my mouth.

I cum again – just from the taste. 

We both lie exhausted beside each other,  my hand encircling his cock, his playing around my pussy.  Slowly we end the marathon.  We lie together for a short while, kissing and just being close to each other.  Then - “I’ve got to get up and check on a few things,’ he said.  “But I’ll be back.  How long can you stay tonight, babe?”

I am luxuriating in an afterglow that I don’t want to ever end.  “Forever,” I whispered to him. 

He just smiled that smile.  “Be back soon,” he said as he got up, put on his shirt, trousers and shoes.  He looked at me lying on the bed, nude, open to his gaze, wanting him to see me this way.  He left and I was alone. 

Rashad did come back that night and we fucked and sucked continually until the sun was shining through the window.  And I did take him in my ass – at least partially.  He said we should take it easy back there the first time.  Since then I have taken all of him in my ass – but that’s another story.  I ended up spending the night there.  He fed me breakfast (no – a real breakfast, bacon, eggs – you know – damn what a dirty mind you have) and I left for home, getting there around 10:30 that next morning.

I showered and went straight to bed.  That’s where William found me when he got home that evening. 

From that night on, until William actually met Rashad – that night of my first real gang bang – I had a standing date on Wednesday nights.  I always spent the night at Rashad’s, but he was telling William the truth when he said he had fucked me only two times.  Well partially true.  He had fucked me more times than I could count but we were only together two times, two all nights, before that.  Other times I was with Mike (who is, next to Rashad, the best one lover I’ve ever had) and other men, at times more than one, and, since then, with many more than one. On that last Wednesday before we met with William, Rashad told me that he wanted me more often than just Wednesdays.  I certainly wanted that too but didn’t see how we could do it.  Then he told me we had to tell William of our ‘arrangement’. He said we either did it his way or we called a halt to our ‘arrangement’.  I didn’t know what to do.  I didn’t think I could give up Rashad and the lifestyle he was pushing me into.  But when I left it was with the understanding that if I wanted to continue, William and I would come to his place the following Saturday and he would take it from there.  Well, you know what happened after that.  I agreed, William and I went to his place and the rest is history – as they say.  Earlier, Rashad had told me he was charging for my services.  At first I was offended, then when I considered how sexy it made me feel, how slutty I felt actually being a whore, and how much I enjoyed it, I was all for it.  William and I didn’t need the money, and it became a game to see how much Rashad could charge for me.  Since then, William’s $1,000 for one night is the record for one guy, however, Rashad has told me that the last time I had about 10 to 15 guys, and some of their wives – this was well after William was told of our arrangement –  was the all time record.  He took in over $6,000 that night. 

I could write more but that’s basically the story – from my point of view.  I know I am probably what polite circles would call a nymphomaniac.  Other circles would call me a slut whore.  Guess I’m both – and hope it never changes. 

Love to all –

Kelley