When I got married, I thought my life of being a slut and having any man I desired was over. I was ok with that though, my husband has a big cock and is a very aggressive lover, but still sometimes I find myself longing for another cock. I was not sure if I could resist if I ever had the opportunity to have another man. One type of man intrigued me especially in all my days of being a willing slut I had never fucked a black man. I was very curious about what it would be like, but being married I could only fantasize about the possibilities. I am not sure how my husband would react about my fantasy so I kept hidden in the back of my mind as a little fantasy I would enjoy by myself while I masturbated with one of my many vibrators.

 

Well after I had been married for about two years an opportunity of a life time arose. My husband and I were looking to buy a new truck. He was enthralled with the new Dodge Hemi’s and just had to have one. He had stopped at a dealership one Friday, to try and make a deal on his way home from work and told me to meet him there when I got off. When I arrived he had already closed the deal on beautiful silver Hemi and while he was finishing the paperwork he told me to take the salesman out to see the car we were trading in and to clean out the car of all of my belongings and move them to the truck. Well he introduced me to the car salesman which is the most handsome black man I had ever seen named Charles. Let me pause and tell you about what I was wearing that day. I had on very tight fitting dress that did not leave any thing to the imagination (of course no bra and panties). As I was bending over in the car I gave Charles a nice shot of my ass. Right as my husband came walking up. We both noticed the obvious erection it gave him. It was hard to conceal, his cock had to be huge! It made me very wet to think about that monster black cock in side my tight white pussy. I wanted Charles like I had wanted no man before in my life. We finished closing the deal and I sat and flirted with Charles as my husband signed the paperwork. When my husband was ready to leave so I looked one last time longingly back at Charles, my mind racing on a way I could have this man.

 

I as we drove home my husband teased me about bending over in front of the salesman and giving him an erections and he said that he noticed that I was looking at him in a weird way and flirting with Charles. I was thinking this is not good, he will not like this, he is going to be mad at me and yell for flirting with another man. Instead he just smiled and said that I needed to drop off the truck to Charles Monday afternoon so that they could install some steps on it and that Charles would return it at 5:30 when I got off of work. Then he just winked at me and changed the subject.

 

My Mind was racing as I thought about what my husband had just implied? Or was I reading into because I wanted to be Charles little whore and let him use me for his wildest desires? Had my husband just given me permission to fuck Charles or was my fantasy carrying me away? All weekend my mind was racing, here was my chance and maybe my last chance to have that big black cock I so desperately wanted. By the time Monday had arrived I had decided on a plan, I was going to fuck Charles.

 

On Monday, I took extra time getting ready, shaving my pussy, putting on a sexy black thong and matching black bra and sexy high heel stilettos. Next, I put on a very short Pleated skirt and a very sheer low cut top. I know my boss was going to yell at me for dressing this way, but I did not care. When I dropped the truck off with Charles, I told him I had to work late and not to bring the truck by my office until 6, instead of 5:30. so no one would be left at the office when Charles dropped the truck off. I called my husband and told him I had some paper work to finish up and I would not be home until around 7. I was afraid of what he might say; he does not like me working late. I was very surprised by his reaction, he just said no problem, take your time and right before he hung he said “have fun”. I still cannot figure out if my husband is giving me permission to fuck another man or not, but at this point I am so horny thinking about that big black cock, that I have to have it deep in my pussy even if it costs me my marriage.

 

Well Charles Walked into my office about 6:10. As he walked in I got up and very obviously locked the door behind him and invited him to have a seat while I got the check to pay him for the steps. I purposely had set my purse on the floor so I had to bend over to get out the check. I bent over with my lefts spread slightly at an angle that I knew would allow Charles to see up my skirt and see my skimpy panties not hiding much of my pussy. As I was bending over I wiggled a lot purposely taking a long time to find the check.   Next thing I knew Charles hand was on my ass under my skirt squeezing it gently. When I wasn’t paying attention he had walked up behind me. He stopped and asked me if this what I wanted, because he thought I was sending all kinds of signals that I wanted to fuck him and all I had to do was say the words. It was the moment of truth. My mind was racing, my pussy was sopping wet. The excitement of this experience made me shudder with my first orgasm and I moaned yes….fuck me!

 

  Charles need no further encouragement and quickly grabbed me from behind. And pulled me to him. With my back against his chest, he put one hand under my skirt and began fingering my pussy and with the other he lifted up my shirt and bra and started playing with my nipples and boobs, while he slowly nibbled on my neck and ears with his mouth. He whispered into my ear and asked me how I liked my sex…did I like it rough, slow, hard, fast….I was out of my mind with pleasure and I moaned that I liked it rough and hard, the harder the better (I had always been a kinky girl and loved to be choked, have my hair pulled etc. during sex) and that I wanted to be his cum slut to use and abuse. All of a sudden Charles quit fingering my pussy and feeling my breasts and nipples. He roughly grabbed both my arms twisted them behind my back pulling my hands up towards the back of my head and forcing me quite painfully and roughly to bend over my desk in full view of the glass front doors to my office. He used one hand to hold my hands in the middle of my back and to keep pinned on the desk.

 

Even if I wanted to I could not change my mind now. He was much stronger there was no way I was getting up until he let me. With his free hand he freed his massive cock that as I looked over my shoulder I could see was absolutely huge, he was easily twice the size of my husband. He then pulled my panties to the side and with one big shove buried his cock in me to the hilt. I screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I had never had a cock that big before. Then with his free hand he reached up and grabbed my hair. So there I was in front of the glass doors of my office building, bent over my desk with my hands pinned behind my back, my hair being used to pull me into a big black man fucking the hell out of me for the world to see…and I didn’t care who saw me as long as he fucked me hard! The instant his cock entered me I was screaming with my first orgasm. I had never come that hard in my life. I continued to cum over and over again as he rammed away at my soft white pussy with his huge black cock. He pounded me with his cock for a good 15 minutes, telling me what a slut whore I was and that I was now his booty call and any time he called I had to come and fuck him! As I was having about my 8 ^th orgasm and enjoying the rough treatment of him pulling my hair and his huge cock I felt him tighten up and then felt him explode into my pussy with his cum as grunted and pulled my hair even harder drove me down into the desk leaving bruises on my hips and back. After he came he pulled out, let go of my arms and pulled me to my knees by my hair and made me lick all his cum and my pussy juices of his cock. He then pulled my hair back so I was looking up at him and said he would be by tomorrow to pick me up on my lunch and hoped I liked to suck cock. He then left me there kneeling on my office floor with cum running out of my pussy and down my leg.

 

I stood up and drove home thinking about what would my husband say? Had he really given me permission to fuck this black man? As I pulled in the drive and walked in the house he met me at the door and took one look at me and asked if I had fucked him? I was a little shocked and said yes. He smiled very big and said that he was hoping that I would get the hint and he had fantasized about me fucking another man for sometime. He then (knowing that I like it rough) grabbed me by the hair forced me to the floor on my knees and elbows, lifted up my skirt, pulled my panties to the side and stuck his cock in my well used cum filled pussy. He fucked me hard for about 5 minutes and we both orgasmed together.

 

Since that experience I am free to fuck any man that I want just as long as I tell my husband all the details about it and let him fuck my well used cum filled pussy afterward.

 

To be continued in the Chronicles of Mindy part Two: A slut wife