In a previous story, D and I had started chatting through a swingers site and eventually decided to meet at a shooting range, and not an hour after saying hello, his bare, unprotected, black cock was relentlessly pulsating inside of my married, sopping-wet pussy as I screamed in ecstasy.

That was just the first time we had sex that night. Later in the evening, I lay in his bed, naked, while his second load of fertile sperm leaked out of my gaping, stretched pussy, down my ass, and into a towel beneath me.

Trying to regain my breath, I considered his invitation to stay the night in the future so he might experience his fantasy of owning a married white woman for an entire evening while her husband is home, unaware that his once loyal bride is being sexually ravished and bred by a Black man who wakes her multiple times during the night to plunder her married pussy by soaking her cervix with his fertile DNA as he transforms the interior of her pussy to fit his big, black cock.

While we would be acting out his deepest desires, I would be experiencing what it would be like to be owned and used like a piece of raw meat, as in my teenage fantasy. D had told us about his urge to cuckold another man, but my inner kink stayed under wraps.

After several months, during which D had fucked me on several occasions, my husband and I agreed to fulfill his fantasy of defiling another man's wife in front of her husband. D was always respectful, and he knew the line between respect and degradation. Despite his desire to cuckold a white woman's husband, D's understanding and willingness to respect boundaries made the experience hotter and more intense than expected.

"No worries, I have nothing but respect for you and know that you are giving me permission to spend time with your sexy wife," he told my husband.

Despite his reservations, my husband made it clear that the decision was entirely mine to make. I was feeling uneasy and uncertain about the situation. Suddenly, the reality of the desire to be used like a sex object confronted me. I was terrified, my panties drenched with anticipation and fear.

During the night in question, hubby took me to D's place, and within minutes of being greeted, my clothes lay on the floor along with my discarded panties while I rode his bare cock to multiple orgasms. The sex was intense and passionate but quick. Only minutes after he had left my married pussy, throbbing and full of his DNA, we were walking to the apartment complex's pool with strange cum soiling my bathing suit bottoms.

He thoroughly enjoyed shooting his cum inside of another man's wife just as much as I enjoyed being soiled by him. The walk of shame I took to his pool only intensified the illicit nature of the situation and perfectly satiated my taboo desires.

D was aware that I had an overnight bag in the car, and he was determined to get me so excited that I would beg my husband to retrieve it. We didn't do much swimming, as my new lover had me against the pool wall, not hesitating to pull my bikini bottoms to the side and teasingly caressing me as he whispered into my ear while his fingers swirled inside of my pulsating, freshly fucked pussy.

"Stay the night with me in my bed, and we can see how many loads your pussy can take," I moaned in response, my body yearning for more of his manhood.

My husband knew to keep his distance. It would have looked awkward with a third person hanging around two apparent lovers making out in the pool while getting a little more intimate than publicly acceptable, especially a white woman with a Black man. It helped that it was dark, and there was another couple present in the hot tub just on the other side of the pool, making it even more nerve-racking. I could feel them watching from a distance, which only made me feel more turned on.

"Take it out; it's dark. They won't see you," he suggested. He was presently nibbling on my neck and ear with his fingers still inside of me when I reached into his trunks and started stroking his hard, thick cock. "That's it, you want that in your pussy in the morning when we wake up, don't you?" he asked. I could only moan as my resolve quickly faded into a wanton lust, but I refused to give in completely, as I couldn't yet bring myself to admit I wanted to be his submissive little slut for an entire evening without my husband's presence.

He surprised me when he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the pool, putting himself between the couple who were across the water, saying, "Show me what you brought for me to play with."

"I can't," I told him.

"Sure you can; they're getting turned on watching me play with you. They're probably going to fuck each other tonight, imagining a Black man breeding a white woman. They probably know that's your husband over there watching. Besides, it's dark; let them know that you're mine for the night."

I hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached down and casually pulled my bikini bottom to the side, revealing my bare, already used pussy. I have no idea if the other couple saw what we did next, but I assume they did, as he reached his hand up and slid a finger inside of me. I was unable to hold the moan as he continued to finger me before licking his fingers clean. Looking up, I saw the eyes of the woman across the pool staring right at me. I couldn't tell if the look was of shock or passion as I nearly came on D's fingers; he wasn't exactly trying to hide that his fingers were finger-fucking me. Either way, it turned me on even more.

"We have to go," I told him. "I can't do this out here."

"What do you want, Kara? Do you want my cock in here?" he asked as he hooked his finger into me, hitting my G-spot.

"Oh my god, no, please. I mean, yes. I want you to fuck me again," I hissed as quietly as I could. "Take me to your bed."

A minute later, we were walking back to his place. D, wanting to express his dominance over a married white woman, took the long way around so we could walk past the couple in the hot tub. I didn't have the nerve to look at the woman, but as we passed, she commented, "It became awfully hot out here; we may have to take it indoors, like you two." I quickly looked away, my face turning red with embarrassment.

"It did get suddenly hot," D told the woman. "And it's about to get a lot hotter." I heard the woman moan quietly as we walked by, but I tried to ignore it and focus on getting inside.

He turned towards me and raised his voice intentionally for the couple to hear, wrapping his arm around me. I still don't believe what came out of his mouth next. "I'm glad your husband had to go out of town for the evening; you're going to look fantastic in my bed. Too bad you're not going to be getting much sleep tonight."

Embarrassed and shocked, I looked back at my husband, who was on the other side of the pool. I'm glad he was too far away to hear the comment, or he might have stopped the night right there. As far as me telling D that he had gone over the line, my mind was far too overloaded with lust and my body was far too aroused to do or say anything.

When we arrived back in the apartment, D offered, "I'm sorry about that; I couldn't resist saying something so that couple could hear, but I'm pretty sure she's not going to get much sleep tonight either."

Knowing that my decision to stay the night was only an orgasm away, he turned on the television to some porn. For several minutes, we made out to the sounds of sex while he felt me between my legs.

When my husband, who had obviously taken his time getting back, walked into the room, D was already undressed, as was I. He had purposely tossed my bikini over by the entrance so my husband could see his wife's discarded clothing as soon as he walked in.

When he laid eyes on his wife, D's arm was around me, fingering my pussy from behind as my hand stroked his cock. I can't imagine the view he had as he watched another man's fingers play with his wife's drooling pussy, but he later told me that it was mesmerizing seeing his fingers disappearing inside of me.

My head was facing away from him as I casually rested on D's stomach with my mouth only inches away from his pre-cum-leaking manhood. The silence was deafening as I heard my husband sit in the chair, taking in the scene before him. I am so thankful for his strength and willingness to explore new things with me, as a lesser man would have been enraged with seeing his wife being so intimate with another man.

No doubt taking his cue, D then lowered my head so I would take him into my mouth. I took him into my mouth without any hesitation, savoring the warmth of his skin against my lips.

"Oh yeah," he said as I licked the pre-cum. He was already extremely firm, and my jaw tensed as I attempted to fully suck him in, a very hard task for such a small mouth. He then slowly guided my head up and down with one arm while, at the same time, moving his hips upwards as if he were fucking my mouth, making sure that hubby had a favorable view.

I sucked him for several long minutes before he finally spoke to my husband. "Your wife's lips look so hot stretched around my dick; they fit perfectly as if they were meant to worship black cock," he said as he continued to finger me with his other hand. "Her pussy is soaking wet and begging to be stretched and used all night long." He pulled his fingers out to lick them clean before sliding them back in again. "White married pussy is so fucking delicious," he chuckled before continuing to pleasure me. He was certainly getting into the scenario of owning my body. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he continued his ministrations, lost in the feeling of being completely dominated by him.

"I think your wife should stay naked in my bed tonight so I can train her to be a black cock slut, don't you?" he asked as he continued to fuck my face.

"If I loan her to you for the night, just what are your intentions for her?" my husband asked. I know they were just playing with me, but the butterflies were flying, making me extremely nervous. I, of course, knew I had the last word, but currently, that choice was being taken away by the arousal my body was experiencing physically and mentally.

D, while moving my body so I was kneeling sideways on the ottoman in front of my husband, aimed his cock at my center. "I intend on using this tight, married cunt to the full extent of my abilities," he said abrasively as he shoved his cock and balls deep into my hole in one hard thrust, making me moan.

"Fuck, that's some tight pussy," he groaned as he continued to push into me. Unfortunately, his thrusts were slow and easy instead of hard and fast as I wanted. "When you pick her up in the morning, I can promise that her pussy will feel different."

I should have felt humiliated, but instead I felt a strange sense of joy in them talking about me as if I were an object to be used.

As he fucked me, I was far too gone to be able to say anything in my defense. I couldn't believe how much I craved his dominance and the way he used me for his pleasure.

If my husband was getting upset about how D was talking, he didn't show it. I'm sure he was having just as much fun as D was. Not quite, but close enough. It takes a strong man to allow someone to talk this way about the one he loves, but he knew of my "perversions" of being a fuck toy and knew that D was playing the part perfectly, even if he didn't realize it.

"I'm so glad you're a bareback slut, Kara. Your married pussy feels incredible wrapped around my dick."

Despite my efforts, he refused to allow me to shove myself back onto him for more direct stimulation. He continued to take his time, teasing me with the slow pace of his thrusts, giving my husband a magnificent view of his glistening cock as it entered and exited his wife's most intimate parts. At about the time that I could feel my orgasm coming on strong, he pulled out, making me lose the peak of pleasure that I was about to reach. He was in control, and he knew it as he continued to drive me to new levels of pleasure and frustration, each time denying me what I so desperately needed.

My body and mind were slowly and efficiently being conquered. "Fuck me, please let me cum," I begged, my slurred, hungry words barely above a whisper.

"Do you want me to take you to bed and take care of you, Kara?" he whispered. "Do you want to see how many loads of cum your pussy can take in one night? Tell your husband that you want to stay with me, and I'll have you overflowing and ruined by morning."

Later, my husband told me that the look on my face told him that what D had just said did the trick. He knew my decision before I even said it. He told me that I had a burning, devouring gaze when I finally managed to say, "Get my bag."

"Are you sure?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"Please, get my bag," I told him again as D shoved into me harder. "Fuck, yes, PLEASE," I yelped as I felt a surge of my juices shoot from my pussy. "PLEASE," was all I could slur in desperation as D pulled his cock out and, just like the first time we met, aggressively manipulated my clit with the head of his cock before shoving hard into me yet again.

While my husband left for my bag, D moved me. "Come over here and sit on me, Kara," he said in a low, husky voice. I did as he said, straddling his lap and easily sinking onto the subject of my intense desire.

"Fuck, that feels so good; I need to cum, please," I said as he cruelly held my hips so I was unable to move enough to bring myself over the edge. I was completely at his mercy, and he knew it.

When my husband finally returned with my bag, D had to physically remove my body from his lap. "Don't worry, we have all night, Kara."

Giving my husband a hug and a kiss, I took my bag, and as if it were a ritual of passing ownership from one person to another, he gently pushed my back into D's arms and whispered, "I trust you; enjoy your night."

With that, my husband turned and walked away, knowing that he had just given permission for another man to own his wife's body for the evening. I couldn't have been more anxious and nervous as I trembled with excitement as D led me to his bed.

Entering the bedroom, he sat me on the edge and allowed me to engulf his cock with my mouth, but only for a few strokes. "Let's put that where it belongs," he said as he put my legs over his shoulders. He then plunged into my pussy hard and fast, making me scream in an intense, sudden orgasm that soaked the bed beneath us. I was sure his sudden aggressiveness was to show my husband, who had not left as of yet, what he had in store for his wife.

Before leaving, my husband couldn't resist taking a few candid shots as his wife was impaled relentlessly. I was then led to the center of the bed, where he turned me onto my stomach and mounted his trophy. D was as turned on as I was. With his victory in hand, he proceeded to fuck me hard enough to move the bed as he plundered the married woman beneath him. My body was drilled hard and fast, but he refused to cum just yet, pulling out occasionally to regain a small semblance of control. Eventually, the intensity of his thrusts never slowed, relentlessly pounding me into submission until he was finally forced to spill his potent seed deep inside of my birth canal. He let out a guttural moan and collapsed on top of me, spent and satisfied.

"That's two. Plenty more where that came from," he said.

My husband later told me that he had left for home soon after D had started fucking me but had only made it to the car, where he sat for a few minutes. He wanted to hear what I sounded and looked like in the arms of another when I thought I was alone without his presence or influence.

He told me that as soon as he walked back through the door from the garage, he heard my screams of intense pleasure, which filled him with jealousy and sent shivers through his veins. Each time I had been with another man, he had experienced it alongside me, but this time, he knew that my moans for D to fuck me repeatedly were memories that would last forever. It was both excruciating and exhilarating for him to witness the raw passion and desire as he watched another man bring his wife to multiple, screaming, wet orgasms.

He told me, "You almost sounded like you were crying in desperation when he was fucking you, and you kept begging him to fuck you harder and harder like you were possessed."

He could barely drag himself away until he heard D groan through an orgasm of his own, filling me with his seed as I was brought to yet another orgasm with the mere thought of another man's cum filling my married pussy, knowing that this was just the beginning of my night sleeping with another man.

When D had filled me with his second load, it must have been around 10 pm. We were both hungry, so he fixed us some snacks. Neither he nor I even considered getting dressed; I knew that if I did, my clothes wouldn't stay on for long. I wanted him to take me again, and I knew he wouldn't say no. Tonight was going to be a marathon, and neither one of us intended on tapping out.

It was strange sitting on his couch naked as we talked about work, hobbies, and nothing in particular. He treated me respectfully, but he also didn't treat me as if I were his girlfriend. I was more of his slut, and we both knew that I would be treated as such for the rest of the night.

"If you're done eating, come over here and use that mouth on me. I can't get enough of having a married woman's lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to show me how much you love it," he told me.

I did as directed and sat next to him so he could again touch my ass and pussy as well as pinch my sensitive nipples as I pleasured him. If his intention was to make me feel slutty, it was working. As I slobbered all over him, he would make comments.

"That's so good; lick my balls. I made sure they were nice and smooth just for you."

"You can't wait to get that back inside of your pussy, can you?" he asked as I continued to suck his cock. I eagerly nodded and moaned in agreement.

"You knew you would be staying tonight, didn't you?" he asked. "You knew your body was mine before you even left home, I bet. Am I right?" I moaned in response, feeling his cock harden even more at the thought that a married woman knew that she would be in his bed this night.

"I wasn't sure," I finally lifted my head and told him. "I think so, but I mainly wanted to see what it would be like to let another man have me."

"How do you want me to own you tonight, Kara?" he asked.

Being nervous, I didn't want to answer, but he kept twisting my nipple until I told him.

"I want to be treated like your personal slut; I want you to make me do things and fuck me as much as you want without asking me," I finally blurted out.

He chuckled and whispered, "I'm happy to oblige."

My jaw was starting to get sore after sucking D’s cock for a good half an hour. “Sit in the chair and show your pussy to me, Kara. I bet it’s still red from me fucking you.” By this time, nothing mattered except sex, so I obeyed and sat in the chair that my husband sat in when he watched me succumb to my cravings. Opening my legs to expose myself to a man, any man, was something I had never done before, including with my husband, but tonight, another man owned my body. I had never felt so dirty and sexy at the same time.

"Open yourself for me; let me see what I did to your pussy,” he told me. As I looked into his lust-filled eyes, I spread my aroused labia and opened myself for him. “More, spread your pussy for me. Finger yourself, Kara. Let me see my cum inside of you. ” I did as he asked willingly, feeling a rush of pleasure and desire building inside me. "You are a slut, Kara. Now lick my cum and your pussy off of your fingers." I had never been a fan of tasting myself or cum from my pussy, but it was growing on me.

If my husband could only see me at that moment, sitting in a chair in front of another man as he stroked his cock while I played with my pussy. How far I had fallen, and I loved it. After several minutes, D told me, “Come over here and sit on me, Kara. Give me that pussy." A moment later, I was riding his cock, having my way with him as I moaned into his mouth as we hungrily traded bodily fluids.

Nothing mattered except my pussy wrapped around his cock. I had forgotten that I was in another man’s apartment having sex without my husband present. He stood with me still impaled on his cock and walked me to his bed.

“Let’s go to bed where you belong, Kara, so I can take ownership of your body." For an hour, D moved me around his bed, penetrating me in multiple positions. He had already filled me twice, so he was able to fuck me at will in any position for as long as he liked. I knew I was going to be sore the next day, but I knew it would be worth every thrust, every penetration, and every orgasm as my nerve endings in my vagina were stretched and my cervix battered into submission. D was as insatiable as I was, and I was more than willing to satisfy him.

The only place he wanted his cum was inside my pussy, soaking my cervix. His fantasy was being fulfilled to the utmost, and I was loving every single DNA strand shot against the walls of my married, slutty pussy. After fucking me for the third time, we finally went to bed for real. We didn’t go to sleep at first, with him kissing me even more to try to get back up. I even tried to suck him back up again, but he had been drained completely. Finally, we slept. I would have to say around 2am, I felt his hands on my body. No words were spoken as I felt his cock, now hard, pushing past my opening yet again. He spooned me from behind for only a few minutes before turning me onto my stomach so he could mount me with my ass being shoved against his hips.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I told him as he started pounding into me for I don’t know how long. He still hadn’t said anything as his cock drove into me, eventually unleashing his fourth load against my cervix. Usually, I like to clean myself after sex, but that night, I wanted his cum to stay inside, so I simply fell back to sleep, leaking his cum down my thighs.

When morning came, it was as if I were in a dream. I felt disoriented and thought that my husband was behind me touching me like he usually did during an off day. He caressed my nipples and pinched them, eliciting a moan from me. After fully arousing me, his hand glided down to my ass, and he continued to touch me until I felt him insert a finger into my pussy.

"Oh, yesss," I moaned at the touch.

"Are you ready for another round, my slut?"

"What?" I said in surprise as I realized that it wasn't my husband touching my body. His voice frightened me for a moment before I remembered where I was. I had actually slept with a man, and my arousal came back in an instant flood of excitement and desire.

There wasn't any time to think about what had happened during the night, as the next thing I felt was his cock entering me from behind.

"Oh my god, yes. Damn, that feels...ohhh," I moaned as he pushed into me until his balls were seated against my ass.

"That's where my cock belongs, right between your legs, deep inside of your pussy," he told me.

D picked up where we left off the previous night, emphasizing that I belonged to him. "Did you like being my slut last night, Kara?" he said as he started to fuck me harder, making me moan in the intense pleasures of morning sex. Pounding into me, he turned me to his favorite position with me below him and continued to fuck me harder and faster. "Did you enjoy your husband leaving you with me so I could own this pussy? Because I think you have some more screaming to do."

"YES, FUCK ME," I screamed passionately. My favorite sex is morning sex because my pussy is nice and relaxed, not to mention tight, so the feeling he elicited in me was of intense stimulation as he woke every pleasure center inside of me.

"FUCK, I’M CUMMING!" I moaned like a whore as I flooded his cock with my juices. Every pleasure nerve in my vagina fired simultaneously, nearly making me pass out as it overwhelmed my brain.

"Cum all over my dick, Kara. I want to feel you shake and quiver all over my black cock."

I was certainly fulfilling his request to the fullest and more. My body convulsed with pleasure as the electricity pulsed through me.

"Whose pussy is this, Kara? Who owns it?"

"It's yours; my pussy is yours. Fuck me, dammit, keep fucking me, please; I need it so bad," I cried in desperation. I must have briefly lost consciousness, as I didn't realize that D had pulled out of me.

"Kara, let's shower; your husband is probably on his way to get you, and I want to do one more thing."

I had to use the restroom, but when I was finished, he had the shower going. I stepped into it with him, and we both soaped each other until he had me bend over. "Bend over and face the wall, my little slut," he growled. His rough tone of voice still turned me on, so I did as he demanded.

As he slipped into me once more, I moaned my approval while he thrust deeper. "I'm going to give you another load, Kara; I want you to take it all like a good girl." He exclaimed, and I felt his sperm shoot through his cock's shaft, adding more of his DNA to my well-used, married pussy. He had taken full ownership of my pussy during the night, but it was time to give it back to my husband.

As soon as we stepped out of the shower, I dried off, and he quickly handed me my fresh pair of panties. "Put these on fast; I want my cum in you for as long as possible."

Again, I did as requested with a smile on my face. I thought it was so hot to walk around with another man's semen leaking into my panties. It's a kink that I still love to this day.

My husband finally arrived and, just like the night before, walked into D's place only to find his wife in the arms of another man. We were on the couch making out this time with his hands between my legs, but we were at least dressed.

When he saw us, he froze. "Looks like you both had a good time last night," he said with a mixture of shock and amusement. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he added, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Don't worry, we certainly had a good time; I don't think we slept much though," D laughed as he stood to shake my husband's hand. "You, my friend," he said. "You are one hell of a lucky man to have her." He then turned to me and, with a smirk of his own, said, "And you, my hot-ass wife, have one fine piece of prime-choice pussy."

"Oh, do I now?" I said as I laughed, "You have a pretty nice piece of meat yourself," I told him as I walked up and squeezed him.

The day was still early, and we weren't leaving D. We were actually going out to the desert to do some shooting together.

"We should probably go," my husband told us as D brought me in for another long kiss as he held my ass in his hands.

D thanked him profusely as we drove to the desert. “My man, you are the best husband ever. I don’t know anyone who would let a man use his wife like I did last night,” he told him. Of course, as hubby drove, I was in the back seat with my mouth wrapped around D’s cock. He didn't ask me to do it; I just wanted more and figured we had the time.

“Didn’t you get enough of that last night, babe?” Hubby teased.

Pulling out, I told him, “What can I say? I can’t get enough.” D didn’t cum, but he did get hard for me.

“Don’t worry, we’ll finish this later,” he told me as he pushed my head back down into his lap. "You have some prime-choice pussy that needs one more shot of my seed, but later," he whispered as I sucked him.

Once the guns came out, it was time to be serious, but when both he and I were done and my husband was emptying his last magazine into some paper, D took me over to the truck.

"Married or not, I still own this pussy, you know that, right?" D said as he felt me up before bending me over the seat with the door open. My husband was wearing safety protective gear, so he didn’t hear D rutting his wife behind him. After hubby’s last shot, he took his ear protection off just in time to hear D wailing as his last load defiled the walls of my pussy.

In total, I was fucked six times in twelve hours, and my pussy took every load. He was the second man I had slept with, but the first without my husband present. He wanted to do it again, but my husband, being a voyeur, was left with no visual satisfaction after the experience. D and I got together several more times, but it was always with my husband present.

Since that experience, I have never desired to spend the night with a man without my husband present. However, it doesn't mean I haven't been sexually active with trusted men while he was at work, either. With his full consent, of course.

Thank you for allowing me to express my illicit desires. You are welcome to check out "Hotwife Kara Sweet" and see how far I've come to enjoy more delicious pleasures than I could have imagined possible. I'm no longer the naive Sunday school teacher I was when I began my encounters.