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“(This story is a continuation. It isn’t necessary, but you may wish to read the first chapter, “The Secret Life of the Mature Woman”. In either case, enjoy.)”

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The morning sun was shining brightly as my son, Robert and I made our way into St Joseph’s church for Sunday mass. Rob had complained bitterly about going to church all morning and it had been a real struggle but I was happy to have him with me. I had been attending this church for as far back as my memory could stretch and had even attended St. Joseph’s Catholic School since it opened its doors when I was in the fourth grade. It made me feel nice inside as we were greeted by old friends and familiar faces as we made our way to a pew about midway up the aisle. I, in particular, felt like I really needed to be here.

I had been feeling such tremendous guilt ever since the shameless way I had acted with Mark nearly two weeks ago. Mark was a young black man only half my age who had been my tennis instructor. I had been living in mortal terror since that day, afraid that someone would find out and word would spread throughout our small community like wildfire. When you live in a town with only four hundred inhabitants there is no such thing as a secret for very long. So far, I hadn’t heard any rumblings that my indiscretion had become public knowledge.

Mark had attempted to call me twice, but I had not returned his calls. I had called the gym where he taught tennis lessons and left a message that I was sick and would not be coming to my lessons for a couple of weeks. It wasn’t an excuse that I could use forever, but at least it gave me some time to think about how I was ever going to straighten out this mess and resume my previous dull and predictable life.

The mass began and although nobody would have guessed it from my outward appearance, I was praying for forgiveness inside. The priests and nuns had always taught us that if you prayed hard enough, your prayers would be answered. My meditations were interrupted by an usher who was asking me to slide in a little further into the pew. I did so while looking up to see who it was that had arrived late and would be sitting next to me.

“Oh my God! It was Mark!”

I’m sure my face must have turned every shade of red known to man. I’m sure he saw the look of sheer panic in my eyes. Mark only nodded his head to me and smiled a greeting. I turned around forward again, but the blood was pounding so hard in my ears that I don’t think that I heard one word of what was being said. I was dead certain that everyone in the congregation could tell that this forty-eight year old mother of six, who had sat in this very church every Sunday had lain with this 24 year old black man. That she had opened her legs wantonly and allowed him to take her over and over again all afternoon on that dreadful day. Looking back now, I know that was pretty silly. However, at the time I was sure that God was punishing me as I deserved to be punished.

But, doesn’t he look great! He is so handsome in that suit and tie. Much different than the last time I saw him when he was completely naked and bringing me to the point of such ecstasy that I thought I had died and gone straight to heaven. I remember when he –

“Stop that Sandra! What is the matter with you? Haven’t you gotten yourself into enough of a mess already?”

Mass progressed normally and, thank God, forty-eight years of training had conditioned me to know when to stand, when to sit, and when to kneel.

“Kneel??” Like I had knelt before this man, doing things to him that would have surely gotten me kicked out of this very church forever? Using my tongue, that would soon be receiving communion, to greedily lick up and down his beautiful brown hardness until he had exploded inside my warm, wet mouth and I had hungrily swallowed every drop as if I were a starving woman?

I shook my head and concentrated on paying attention to the priest. Eventually, it came time to pass the collection basket. I placed my envelope with my donation in the basket and turned to pass it to Mark. As I did, our hands touched for just a moment and my breath caught as I had a flash of those magnificent hands touching me as they had that day. Expertly caressing me in all the places that I so love to be touched. His fingers, so powerful, yet so gentle as he made my body writhe with pleasure until I almost had to beg for mercy.

“Oh, God, please — Why are you doing this to me? I have sinned and I am heartily sorry. I will never, ever, ever do such a shameless thing again. I was weak. I was confused. I will try to do better if You will just forgive me this once.”

When Communion came I made my way up the aisle towards the priest. I found that my legs were shaking. Surely this would be the moment when my punishment would be meted out and my shame would be made public knowledge. However, just the opposite seemed to occur. As I accepted the Eucharist I felt a sense of calm come over me. I almost wept at my relief as I made my way back to my seat.

As I returned to the pew, I noticed that Rob and Mark were both missing. I was used to my son being gone. He always got up and left during Communion and waited for me outside. It was a small concession to make in order to have him accompany me. Mark must be in the same habit. It must be a generational thing. We never would have done such a thing while I was growing up.

Actually, I was glad to have the pew to myself at that moment. I bowed my head and gave thanks with all my soul. While kneeling there, it came to me what I had to do. I couldn’t keep running from Mark. I had to make a point of talking to him as one adult to another and make him see that the way I had acted was not who I was. I had to make him see that I was the one to blame and I was sorry that I had ignored him during the interim, but that we could never repeat what we had done.

As the service ended, I left the church with a renewed strength. I had asked for guidance and my prayers had been answered. I had begun to believe that there was a way out of my predicament and I was bound and determined to put it behind me.

I was mildly surprised when I didn’t see Robert waiting for me in the vestibule, so I wandered out into the sunshine where there were groups of parishioners chatting and visiting as always. I said hello to a few friends, but my eyes were looking all about for my son. Finally I saw him. He and Mark were kicking a soccer ball back and forth in the small park across the street. I remembered seeing that ball in my van and had meant to take it out, but it had somehow slipped my mind.

I stopped and watched them cavorting about like a couple of goofballs. I smiled to myself as I watched Robert moving with the ease of a natural athlete. All of my children had been quite athletic. Luckily, they had inherited that gene from my ex-husband, Bill’s side.

Mark, too, moved with a grace that reminded me of a jungle cat. Of course, I had seem him displaying his athletic prowess many times during our tennis lessons, but it felt different watching him he when he thought he was unobserved. Even in his dress shoes and suit pants, he moved in such a way that would make any woman, young or old, take notice.

“Such a handsome young man”, I was startled from my reverie by Doris Graham, a long time friend of the family.

“What?” I stammered as I felt the blood rushing to my face.

“Your son, Robert. He turned out to be such a handsome young man. Just like Bill was.”

There it was. I had become an expert at interpreting underlying meanings in other people’s comments. Doris was 72 years old and I had known her from the time I was a little girl. What she was telling me was that women of her generation knew how to keep a man happy and that I was a big failure that should be looked on with pity. I choked back my first impulse, which was to lash out at her, but I knew deep down, that she couldn’t help it. We had definitely been raised in different times and with different values.

“Thank you, Doris,” I finally stammered.

I broke away from all of the knots of people and made my way across the street to corral Rob so that we could be on our way. His father was expecting him so that they could go up to our family cabin for a couple of days and I knew how Bill could get if you were even a minute later than scheduled.

They broke up their game and came running when they saw me. Robert looked a mess now with his shirt untucked and his hair looking quite wild. Again, I knew that Bill would be placing another check mark in my negative column.

Robert was a little out of breath as he blurted out “Mom, I told Mr. Stephens that we could give him a ride home. He walked all of the way here”

I hesitated for just a moment and Mark said, “That’s alright, Mrs. Collins. I can walk. I wouldn’t want you going way out of your way”.

Before I could even reply, Robert interrupted with, “It’s not out of the way, Mr. Stephens. We’re heading out towards Bergman road anyway”.

At this point, what could I do? I put on my “good mom” smile and told Mark he was welcome to come along.

With that, we all piled in and started out. Robert and Mark jabbered on and on about one sport or another. I was kind of thankful at being left out of the conversation because as the distance to Bill’s house shrank, my nerves became more and more wound up. I could feel my sweat braking out all over my body and silently prayed that it wouldn’t show through my dress.

When we pulled up, Rob jumped out of the front passenger’s door almost before we came to a stop. Nobody was out front and the door was closed and I had begun to think we make take off again without incident. Mark had just slid out of the sliding door to get into the front seat, when the front door of the house opened. Bill stepped outside and had started to raise his hand in a wave when he saw Mark and his hand froze in mid-wave.

“Oh God!”

I knew Bill’s view on racial matters and could only begin to imagine the thoughts that were zooming through his head. He shouted a greeting to Rob, but his eyes never left what was taking place at the van. Mark climbed in and either hadn’t caught what had transpired or he had chosen not to notice.

Just then, I saw two other people come out of the house and move around Bill to look out at us. His sister, Josephine had never really liked me and when she saw who my passenger was, her face became very tight and you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what was going on inside her closed little mind.

Around the other side stepped Tiffany (or Bethany, or Buffy, or whatever the hell her name was), Bill’s new girlfriend. She was wearing a tank top and cutoff shorts and she looked to be the very image of the All- American 23 year old sweetheart. I hated her more at that moment than I’ve ever hated anyone.

I gave a clumsy wave good-bye and put the van into gear as quickly as possible. We pulled away and (bless his heart) Mark allowed me my silence. He didn’t try to make any witty comments or start babbling about any other subject just to get my mind off of what had just happened.

As I drove along, tears started coming from my eyes. I wiped them away quickly and hoped that Mark hadn’t noticed. He didn’t need to see me acting like a big baby. That could wait until I was back home again.

Slowly, I began to regain my composure and at last, we pulled up in front of Mark’s house. I remembered my earlier resolve to have a talk with Mark and as I started to open my mouth he said, “Would you like to come in?”

My emotions were so raw that I was afraid that I would start blubbering again if I started our talk. I decided to accept his invitation. How would it have looked to anyone passing by if I had been sitting there crying my eyes out with this young black man who was only half my age?

We entered his home and I saw that it was sparsely furnished, but I was pleasantly surprised by how neat it was. I laughed to myself because I had assumed that Mark, being a bachelor, would not be the greatest of housekeepers. As I looked around Mark asked me if he could get me anything. I asked for a glass of ice water more as an excuse to gather my wits than anything else.

Mark returned with my water and we both took a seat on the sofa, his one piece of furniture in the living room. I took a sip and thought about how I was going to begin. Before I could start, Mark told me that he thought Robert was a great kid. He said that he had a great time showing him a couple of tricks with the soccer ball and that Rob had been a quick study.

I smiled because there is nothing in the world that will make any mom smile more than hearing nice things about her children. Mark then commented that Rob’s father seemed to love him very much. I knew I had to say something to him about the looks that had been shot his way at Bill’s house. As I made a clumsy effort to offer an apology, Mark placed his hand over mine and looked at me with his soft brown eyes.

“Sandra, you are one of the kindest souls that I have ever met. I can’t believe you were ever married to a man like that.”

I tried to tell him that it hadn’t always been that way. I told Mark that at the beginning Bill had been a very tender and fun loving person. Before I knew it, I started pouring my heart out about my marriage and my divorce.

I don’t know why I had picked this time to bare my soul. It certainly wasn’t the conversation that I had intended to have. Perhaps it was because I never really had a chance to say any of these things before. My friends would always express their sympathy, but whenever I tried to open up, they would stop me with some platitude about how I was better off without him or how I would meet someone else. I could tell that it made them uncomfortable and I soon learned to avoid the subject altogether.

Perhaps another reason, though, was because Mark was such a good listener. He kept eye contact with me and seemed to be really interested. There were no glances out the window or at his watch, nor did he look as if the topic was making him uncomfortable.

As I talked, I felt a knot growing in my chest. Without realizing it I had clenched my hands into fists as all the frustrations and the sense of loss welled up inside me. I felt a tear coming to my eye. It wasn’t long before it was followed by many more.

Mark handed me a tissue and placed his arm around my shoulders for comfort. There was nothing sexual about his gesture. It was just his big heart reaching out to a friend that was in need.

I dabbed the tissue at my eyes and tried to take a few deep breaths to regain some semblance of composure. Soon the sobbing stopped and I shook my head to show Mark that I knew I was being a silly old lady who shouldn’t be unburdening herself on him like that. I knew that I must have looked absolutely dreadful now and I wanted nothing more than to find a graceful way of leaving. I finally concluded with an apology for the looks that Bill, Jo, and Tiffany (or maybe Bethany or Buffy) had exchanged earlier.

Mark gave a soft chuckle and told me that he was used to that sort of thing. He said that he almost didn’t notice it anymore. Mark looked away as he said that last part, but I noticed a tightening around his eyes and his body seemed just a bit more rigid.

I sensed that this was not the truth but I didn’t say anything. I just maintained eye contact and waited for him to continue. After a moment, he started to open up about how difficult it had been for him, as a black man, to move to this small town in Vermont.

What he said was true. For as far back as I could remember we had only had a handful of blacks in our town. Attitudes ran more like those of Bill’s around here. I couldn’t imagine how self-conscious Mark must feel at all times in any social gathering in this town. He didn’t sound bitter or angry. It sounded to me more like he was just tired of it all.

How long had he been holding all of this inside himself? Now, it was my turn to listen and he poured it all out. I didn’t have any answers for him and I certainly couldn’t very well tell him that I knew what he meant. I just listened as he talked.

Without us even being aware of it, the sun had started to set and daylight crept from the room. Mark was talking about his grandmother now and he spoke with such love and admiration for the woman that had practically raised him. His mother had died when he was seven and he said that he had never known his father. He concluded by telling me that his grandmother had passed away only six months ago, shortly before he came to Vermont.

This time it was me who reached out to a friend in need. I placed my head against Mark’s shoulder and gently laid my hand upon his chest. We sat there for quite a while just like that, just holding each other and giving all the comfort any human being can give to another.

After a while, Mark turned his face and kissed the top of my head. I closed my eyes and let my hand drift across his broad chest. I felt his fingers tighten on my shoulder and he kissed my hair again. I lifted my hand to his cheek as I tilted my face upwards. Our mouths came together for the tenderest of kisses. My heart was pounding in my chest as our lips explored one another.

Finally I broke our kiss and looked Mark in the eye. My voice cracked as I struggled out, “Take me to your bedroom.”

Mark waited a moment, searching my eyes to see if this was something that I really wanted. I was never so sure of anything in my life. I held his gaze steadily as I struggled to control my breathing and my pounding heart. He took my hand and led me down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. As we entered, I said to him, “I’ll be right back”, and I went into his adjoining bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I knew that this was far from my original intentions, but I also knew that I had never felt closer to another human being in my life. Taking one more deep breath, I started to undo the buttons on the back of my dress. I purposely turned away from the mirror as the dress slipped from my shoulders and I hung it on a hook on the back of the door. Next I leaned against the wall as I removed my pantyhose.

Now, I dared to sneak a look into the mirror as I stood there in just my bra and panties. “My panties!” I covered my mouth with my hand as I looked at what my daughter always laughingly referred to as my granny panties. I made a big decision and removed the offending garment and my bra as well. I turned to open the door, but had a change of heart and grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around myself.

As I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of Mark standing totally naked before me. He was in the process of removing his shirt altogether when he stopped what he was doing and looked at me entering the room. As he stood and stared, the shirt fell from his hands to the floor. His dark, athletic body showed not a trace of fat. His manhood hung down limply between his legs. His sculpted thighs looked as firm and strong as tree trunks. He looked to me to be the very image of some naked God of Virility sprung to life from the pages of a book of mythology - or, perhaps from the pages of the darkest, deepest recesses of my own mind.

My heart beat so loudly in my chest as I stood there with just the towel wrapped around me. Try as I might, I could not get my legs to move. My eyes never left Mark’s and the look I saw there filled me with relief. Mark was looking at me with a look of such passion. It was a look that every woman dreams of seeing on a lover’s face.

“Sandra, you look so beautiful”, he barely rasped.

Finally, my legs received the message to advance. That walk across the carpet of his room could not have been more than seven or eight feet, but it seemed to stretch out for miles on end. I fought my nerves and tried to show a smile, but I have no idea of what face I may have made. The tone of Mark’s voice and the look in his eyes did a lot to alleviate a bit of the anxiety that I was feeling, but the truth was that I still had a mountain of fears inside me. Slowly, the distance between us shrank. I had to tilt my head upwards as I neared him to maintain contact with his warm and loving gaze.

Joe watched as his wife responded to Tony after they had been separated for the last two weeks. Joe could hear his wife as she whispered as she said. “I missed having you with me.” Tony responded back saying. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ll be right next door anytime that you want to see me from now on.”

Tony said. “I want you to come over and see my new house and my new bedroom furniture.” Diana responded. “I’d love to see your new house. Why don’t we try out the gat connecting the two yards together?”

Diana turned back at her husband who was standing next to David and said. “Lets go and see Mamma’s boyfriend’s new house Joey.”

David and Joe followed them back to Tony’s new house as they watched them holding hands and stopping to kiss several times on the way there. Tony gave everyone a tour of the house as David made some drinks for everyone.

Tony said. “I’m planning a house warming party next weekend and want both of you to be here.” Diana replied. “Are you planning on a big party with friends?” Tony said. “I’ll be having just a few close friends and thought we could invite your sister Lisa here as well.”

Diana replied. “Sounds like fun. When are we going to have a more intimate house party and break in this new bedroom set?” Tony said as he laughed. “To be honest with you, I’ve been waiting for that little party for a few weeks.”

David passed around the drinks and Diana sat on Tony’s lap on the sofa as Joe and David looked on. David made the first comment. “I can see that you two lovers have a lot of catching up to do. Why don’t Joe and I go out and sit by the pool?”

David didn’t get a reply from either of them as Diana sat there kissing Tony and probing her tongue into his mouth. David looked over at Joe who was watching his wife swap spit with her black lover and said. “Lets go out by the pool and give these two lovers some space.”

Joe didn’t really want to leave as he slowly got up on his feet and followed David out the back door of the house. Joe turned and took one last look at his wife and saw that Tony wasn’t wasting anytime at all as he could see him unbuttoning his wife’s blouse as David put his arm around his shoulder and guided him out the door.

Joe sat down by the pool with David and waited for him to speak. David took a sip of his drink and said. “Joe, you’re married to a hot little woman my friend.” Joe replied. “Yes, I know she’s a hot woman and I’m very proud of her.”

David replied as he laughed. “I know you were the one that wanted all this to happen but I really don’t understand how you can wear that silly thing on your cock my friend.” Joe sat there thinking about his answer and said. “I didn’t think I’d end up wearing it all the time but Diana is insisting on me wearing it for her.”

David laughed again as he took another sip of his drink and shook his head and said. “I think your wife is in this deeper than what you expected isn’t she?” Joe hesitated while he looked down at the ground and said. “Diana has been playing this thing to the limit lately and I wish she would take a break.”

David replied. “How do you know your wife is playing? Did you see the way the acted in the house a few minutes ago? I don’t want to butt in on your fun but you might want to have some words with your wife about all this before it’s too late.”

Joe sat there very upset listening to David and thinking back to the way his wife greeted Tony when they returned this afternoon. Joe had no intentions of letting his wife get this close to another man and now he lived right next door.

David noticed he may have upset the man and said. “Listen. Wait until you and your wife are alone and have a few words with her about the situation. Tell her what you really want and see how she replies’ back.”

Joe replied. “It’s my fault, I told her to find a lover and I wanted her to cuckold me but I didn’t expect it to be all the time.” David said. “You can’t always have your cake and eat it too.”

David went on to say. “Your wife has been calling my brother every day for the past couple weeks. My brother’s a stud and I’m almost positive your wife can’t get enough of that black dick in her pussy.”

Joe said. “Maybe I should go in there and put a stop to this right now.” David laughed and said. “Now hold on here, you can’t go in there and make a scene right now. Remember this is all your idea and you gave her your permission and she’ll never forgive you if you act like a jerk at this point in time.” David continued. “Besides, if my brother has his big dick buried in your wife’s pussy right now and you go in there and try to stop him than you might piss him off and who knows what might happen in there. Let the man enjoy his pussy.”

Joe thought about what David just said preferring to the part of letting Tony enjoy his pussy. Joe felt like he should at least go inside the house and see if they were still on the sofa and maybe he could tell Diana he wanted to speak to her.

Joe finally made a reply. “Maybe I’ll just go in and see if I can call her out for a few moments.” David looked at Joe and said. “OK, but remember what I told you before you cause any problems.”

Joe sat his drink down on the table and walked back over to the house and went inside. There wasn’t anyone sitting on the sofa and he decided to check out the bedroom and see if they were having sex. As Joe got closer to the bedroom door, he could hear his wife yelling out. “Fuck me, Fuck me with your big black cock.”

Joe stood in the hall listening to his wife’s voice as she apparently was getting herself fucked by Tony at that very moment. “Oh Honey, I’ve wanted you inside me so bad. Oh Yeah Darling, give me your cock. Fuck me harder, Fuck me hard and deep.”

Joe continued to listen to his wife. “Yeah, it feels so good inside me. Fuck me deeper. Yeah, that feels so good inside me. Fuck me deep and hard.”

Joe could hear Tony’s massive body pounding his wife as the sound of his body slapping his wife’s ass could be heard all over the house.

Joe than listened as Tony said. “Oh Yeah, Squeeze that white pussy around that black cock.” Joe could hear his wife as she gasped for air as she got herself fucked by this big man.

Joe just stood outside the door but didn’t get close enough to look inside the room as he listened to them make love. Tony was saying. “Gonna pump that white pussy full of my black baby juice until it comes out of your ears.

Joe could hear his wife reply. “Oh Yeah. Give me you’re cum. Shoot it in me deep. I want your seed inside me.” Joe’s legs got weak as he listened to his wife as she told her black lover to fill her with his black seed.

Joe decided to look inside the room and get a look for himself and just as he edged around the corner, he tripped and bumped the wall. As he looked inside the room, Tony was looking back over his shoulder to see what the noise was and said. “Get the hell out of here while I’m fucking my woman.”

Joe could still hear his wife gasping for air with each shove Tony made inside his wife until she looked his way and yelled. “Shut the fucking door and get out now. Oh Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.”

Joe stood there in shock listening to his wife when she yelled out again. “Get the fuck out of here and close the door Joey. NOW!”

Joe closed the door and could still hear them fucking on the other side of the closed door. Joe kept standing outside the door until he could hear Tony starting to grunt out loud and say. “Here it comes. Oh Yeah. Feel it inside you?”

Joe could still hear his wife as she too was starting to orgasm as Tony shot his load of hot cum deep inside her pussy. Joe could hear her yelling as she said. “Yes, I can feel you’re cum. It feels so hot inside me.”

Joe could still hear them gasping for air as they finished cuming and the faint sound of someone kissing the other person. Joe could hear Tony as he said. “I might just stay inside you all night long tonight and fuck you until morning.”

Joe could hear his wife reply. “Yes Darling. I want you to fuck me again and again. I love your cock inside me.”

Tony replied. “Gonna stretch out that little pussy tonight and plant you full of seed.” Joe could hear more kissing going on and than his wife finally replied. “Yes Darling. Stretch my pussy for your cock.”

Joe slowly walked away from the door and back outside until he was back at the pool where David was still sitting.

Joe didn’t say a word when he sat down next to David still thinking about what his wife had said to him. Granted, she was doing what he had asked her to do tonight but didn’t have to get nasty about watching outside the room.

David looked over at Joe and said. “I take it they were already screwing when you went inside the house?” Joe reached for the glass of liquor he had been drinking and swallowed it all down and replied. “Yeah. They were going at it hot and heavy and when they saw me standing by the bedroom door. They told me to get the fuck out.”

David took a bottle of liquor he had next to his chair and reached out to pour some into Joe’s glass. Joe held out his hand while David poured him a new drink. David laughed and said. “Don’t worry about it. You knew they were going to fuck tonight in the first place. Just wait until you have a chance to speak to your wife another time.”

Joe sat there as he drank the entire contents of his newly poured drink and held out his glass for David to pour another drink. David began to pour him another and said. “Take it easy on the booze their buddy.”

David than sat the bottle down and said. “At least you know where your wife is right now. She’s not getting hurt and she’s not out fucking some guy you don’t know anything about.”

David and Joe sat and talked for a few hours as they finished off another bottle of whiskey until Joe couldn’t drink anymore. Joe looked over at Tony’s house and saw a dim light in the bedroom window and decided to take a look before going to bed. David already returned into the house as Joe walked over to the bedroom window.

Joe got close enough to see inside and slowly leaned around and looked inside the room. Joe was drunk and was holding onto the wall of the house as he looked inside the room. Joe could see his wife riding on top of Tony and saw that she was leaning forward so Tony could suck on her tits. Joe could see her ass rotating around on his huge cock and could barely hear his wife telling Tony to bit her tits.

Joe figured at least they were telling the truth when they said they were going to fuck all night long. Joe slowly walked away from the window as he staggered back to his own house and into his bedroom. This was the bedroom he shared with his wife who was next door getting the shit fucked out of her tonight by her black boyfriend.

Joe took his clothes off and laid down on the bed and glanced down at his cock which was confined to the cage and thought how good it would be to be able to fuck his own wife again. It didn’t take very long for Joe to fall asleep as he thought about how his wife had become a slut for her black boyfriend and wondered if it was too late to change her back the way she use to be.

It was Sunday morning and Joe had already made himself breakfast and was on his third cup of coffee when his wife walked in the back door. The only thing she was wearing was a large shirt that must have belonged to Tony while she carried the rest of her clothes under her arm.

Diana walked over and kissed her husband on the forehead and walked on by to put the items in the clothes’ hamper. Joe didn’t say a word to his wife as she walked by him but he could tell that she hadn’t taken a shower this morning because she still smelled of sex.

Diana walked past her husband again and poured herself a cup of coffee and started to drink it as she looked over at her husband. Diana spoke first and said. “I’m sorry I got angry with you last night. It’s just that I was caught up in the moment and shouldn’t have said what I did to you.”

Joe still didn’t say anything to his wife as she walked up behind him and placed her arm around his waist and said. “Joey. Would you be a good boy and fix Mamma something to eat? I hardly got any sleep at all last night.”

Joe still didn’t answer his wife as she sat her cup down on the counter and turned her husband around until he faced her direction and said. “I’m really sorry I talked to you that way last night. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

Joe finally answered his wife and said. “Why don’t you act like you did a few months ago? Like the woman I married and loved.” Diana looked a little puzzled and said. “What on earth do you mean by that Joey? Your Mamma has only been doing what her little Joey asked her to do now isn’t she?”

Joe replied. “You’re the wife I always wanted and you did exactly what I had asked but this is going way too far now.” Diana said. “What do you mean by that Joey?”

Joe said. “I only wanted you to play out my fantasy, I don’t want to lose you to another man.” Diana took a hold of her husband’s shoulders and said. “Everything that I’ve been doing is the thing you had asked me to do a few months ago and just because I’m fucking another man now doesn’t mean I don’t love you and your not going to lose me. Do you understand?”

Joe replied. “Does this mean you are still going to fuck Tony from now on?” Diana looked into her husband’s eye’s and said. “Tony is a good lover and he brought out things inside me I never knew I had until now.” Diana continued. “Your still my husband and I love you very much but if your going to be a good cuckold husband than your going to have to accept the fact that Tony is the man that will be fucking me from now on.”

Diana kissed her husband on the lips and said. “Everything I did was for you because I love you and it may not feel right for you at times but you’ll learn to accept things the way they are now.” She went on to say. “I read everything in that book you gave me and your only going through a period of denial right now but you’ll feel better about the whole situation after a period of time.”

She put her arms around her husband and gave him a very passionate wet kiss as she started to rub her tits against her husband’s chest. Diana started to unbutton the shirt she was wearing until it was hanging around her and pushed herself back up against her husband’s chest as she kissed him again.

Joe returned the kiss and slid his arms around his wife’s waste and said. “I love you very much.” Diana looked into her husband’s eye’s and said. “Honey. I love you too.”

Joe reached down and cupped his wife’s ass cheeks in his hands and gave them a squeeze as they kissed again. Joe couldn’t help but notice the bit marks all around his wife’s tits and neck area after her fuck session with Tony last night.

Diana took her husband by the hand and led him toward the bedroom door and once inside she started to undress her husband and pushed him back on the bed once he was naked. She than lost the shirt she was wearing and climbed up on Joe’s chest and sat there with her pussy lips gapping open from the fucking she received that night from her lover Tony.

She moved forward until her pussy was within an inch of her husband’s face and started to rub her pussy mound as she said. “Tony fucked my pussy raw last night. See how my pussy is still gaping open from his huge cock?”

Diana slid forward until her pussy lips touched her husband’s face and said. “Here Joey, eat Mamma’s pussy.” Joe slid his tongue inside his wife’s pussy which still smelled from sex and once his tongue was inside, he could taste the remains of Tony’s sperm inside his wife.

She moved her hands down and ran her fingers in his hair as he began to suck on her pussy stretching his tongue out as deep as it would go inside her. Diana began to rotate her hips around her husband’s face as she said. “I love the way you use your tongue on my pussy. Tony fucked me so hard and rough last night that my pussy is still sore and Mamma loves how gentle you are with her.”

Joe sucked his wife’s pussy for almost twenty minutes until she finally said to him. “Honey. Your Mamma is just too tired to cum right now.” Diana lifted off her husband’s face and got up and walked over to the dresser and got the key for the cock cage and walked back and unlocked his cock.

Once his cock was free of the cage, she started to stroke it with her hand as she looked up at her husband and said. “You’re not allowed to cum under any circumstances. If you do, you will be punished. Your punishment will be to wear your cage for six months without having your prostate milked. Do you understand what I just told you?”

Joe shook his head that he understood what his wife just told him and waited for her to continue stroking his cock.

Diana slowly stroked her husband’s cock with her hand and said. “I want you to be a good boy while Mamma is playing with your cock. Look how small my little boy’s peepee is compared to her boyfriends big black cock.”

She kept stroking his cock until it was semi-hard and placed her mouth down over his cock and held it still for a few seconds. Diana began to lick around the head making him moan with pleasure than stopped for a few seconds so he wouldn’t get too aroused and cum. Joe started to touch his wife’s hair but she stopped him and said. “You’re not allowed to touch me while I’m playing with your little peepee.”

Joe put his hands around the back of his head and continued to watch his wife suck his cock. Diana tilted lower and started to flick her tongue around his balls and sucked each one into her mouth making him moan again. She stopped for a few seconds again to let him relax.

She took his cock back into her mouth and ran her tongue around his shaft for a few seconds and stopped again. She than got up and placed her body on top of his as if she were going to mount his cock as she took it in her hand and began to slowly stroke it again.

Diana moved her body forward until her pussy lips were just an inch from the head of Joe’s cock than inched forward until the head was rubbing against her mound. Diana said. “Doesn’t Mamma have a really smooth white pussy?”

She slowly rubbed his cock head against her pussy mound until the head had slipped between her pussy lips and she held still for a few seconds to keep him from cuming. The head of Joe’s cock was posed at the entrance to his wife’s pussy as he tried to push up and insert himself inside her but she stopped him by saying. “Hold still young man or I’ll stop what I’m doing right now.”

Diana let his cock rub against her pussy lips a few more times before she moved away and said. “I only wanted you to feel Mamma’s white pussy which is meant for her black boyfriend to fuck from now on.”

Diana got off her husband and told him to stay there while she ran out to the kitchen and returned with an ice cube in her hand and placed it on his cock until it shrank down in size and she was able to put the cock cage back on her husband. She crawled up next to her husband and gave him a kiss on the lips and laid down next to him and drifted off to sleep.

Joe got up out of bed to go pee and looked back at his sleeping wife. Diana was laying on her side with her ass stuck out and her bare pussy was visible from this angle. She must have stayed up most of the night last night with Tony.

Joe walked back from the bathroom and examined his wife more carefully this time following the curve of her ass down to her thighs and legs. Joe could see the ankle bracelet he had bought her a few weeks before. There were bit marks on the back of her legs below her ass. She must have had a wild time with Tony last night.

Joe studied his wife’s body a little closer and noticed that she didn’t have on her wedding rings again. Diana’s hands were curled up next to her tits which had bit marks in every corner and love marks around her neck. He could see a thick gold neckless with a name plate attached that Joe had never seen until now was around his wife’s neck.