My First BBC Pt 2
My return home from my 7 month exodus from my marriage was a living hell. Despite all the tears and the pleading from hubby during my absence, he was cold to me. I was âused goodsâ and it was obvious he was struggling to even physically hold me. My mind couldnât shake the last seven months and the newest and latest sexuality I now possessed and that I was inwardly screaming to continue. I was straddling two opposite worlds. One of rejection that ultimately had me returning to a mundane vanilla sex life and the other world of need and desire to somehow in my mind, orgasm hourly. My life in Baltimore was filled with being tied up, shared, fucked repeatedly, dildos and toys in all holes and even caging my bfs cock and denying him days on end. My attire at night was often leather. I wore a ball gag. I was fuck meat restrained to bedposts or a homemade padded bench. Now at home I was toyless and starved of affection and being punished in the worst way by physical deprivation.
Within days I was back to my old position at work. I got more love from my coworkers than from home. Hubby had me destroy my old phone and start new with rebuilding my contacts. Gone were a slew of former lovers that I someway or another had kept in touch with. As much as hubby forced himself to once again be intimate with me, I too was forcing myself to engage sexually with him. I found myself totally uninterested in him. I performed my wifely duties but just under the surface I was in another world. Our sex, his cock, every little thing I was doing to someone else or getting smashed by an imaginary lover. It was only a matter of time before I broke away these chains and stepped out of the marriage bed.
I focused heavily on my career. My salary continued to rise as I was rewarded with new positions of authority. I was making double what hubby brought in, then soon triple. Being on the executive team was next on my list and being talked about with my superiors. At home we had nice things. Hubby is an avid hunter and fisher and we talked about him pursuing his passions. I was more than supportive. In my mind, heâd be away leaving me to do my own thing. I was now going out again with my besties doing our GNO thing. Every chance I got I was slipping out on the group in the bar for a quickie in the parking lot. I was creeping ever so closer to getting blacked but not quite there. On one such evening my gfs found me sitting in a booth with a beautiful black bull. My hand massaging his thick cock through his pants while his hand was groping my hungry girl thru my jeans. My girls grabbed me and off we went. They were trying to keep my marriage intact for me even though I didnât give a shit.
Soon enough I was filling up my contacts again. Cold called an old love in Liberty who was now married. Not an obstacle in my world. We were back to fucking except this time in an old dirty n dumpy motel along the 4 lane next to a sleazy adult book store. My hungry girl was getting fed. Hooked up with an old flame in Kannapolis whoâs marriage I had wrecked before departing for Baltimore. Despite being in a new relationship, we connected for a couple of meet ups. I was now actively engaging with men online; specifically black men. I knew I had to be careful. I was a veteran at bar pickups but a complete rookie with the online scene. I was well aware of hubbyâs schedule and his planned hunts and charters. HellâŚI was gladly funding them! At some point I land on a young black stud named Derek. He lived in a nearby apartment about ten miles away. He knew all the local bars and local eateries. The plan was to meet for lunch while hubby was away. I needed to vet him. We traded personal information and then pics. He was 23 and best of all, black and hung. The date was set. Hubby was gone. This was happening. I was as nervous as I had ever been. I was also prepared. Dressed to kill. Sheer see through black top with a black bra. Short black skirt and heels. An overnight bag packed. Completely knowing what I was doing and getting into or so I thought.
To be continued in Pt 3
Within days I was back to my old position at work. I got more love from my coworkers than from home. Hubby had me destroy my old phone and start new with rebuilding my contacts. Gone were a slew of former lovers that I someway or another had kept in touch with. As much as hubby forced himself to once again be intimate with me, I too was forcing myself to engage sexually with him. I found myself totally uninterested in him. I performed my wifely duties but just under the surface I was in another world. Our sex, his cock, every little thing I was doing to someone else or getting smashed by an imaginary lover. It was only a matter of time before I broke away these chains and stepped out of the marriage bed.
I focused heavily on my career. My salary continued to rise as I was rewarded with new positions of authority. I was making double what hubby brought in, then soon triple. Being on the executive team was next on my list and being talked about with my superiors. At home we had nice things. Hubby is an avid hunter and fisher and we talked about him pursuing his passions. I was more than supportive. In my mind, heâd be away leaving me to do my own thing. I was now going out again with my besties doing our GNO thing. Every chance I got I was slipping out on the group in the bar for a quickie in the parking lot. I was creeping ever so closer to getting blacked but not quite there. On one such evening my gfs found me sitting in a booth with a beautiful black bull. My hand massaging his thick cock through his pants while his hand was groping my hungry girl thru my jeans. My girls grabbed me and off we went. They were trying to keep my marriage intact for me even though I didnât give a shit.
Soon enough I was filling up my contacts again. Cold called an old love in Liberty who was now married. Not an obstacle in my world. We were back to fucking except this time in an old dirty n dumpy motel along the 4 lane next to a sleazy adult book store. My hungry girl was getting fed. Hooked up with an old flame in Kannapolis whoâs marriage I had wrecked before departing for Baltimore. Despite being in a new relationship, we connected for a couple of meet ups. I was now actively engaging with men online; specifically black men. I knew I had to be careful. I was a veteran at bar pickups but a complete rookie with the online scene. I was well aware of hubbyâs schedule and his planned hunts and charters. HellâŚI was gladly funding them! At some point I land on a young black stud named Derek. He lived in a nearby apartment about ten miles away. He knew all the local bars and local eateries. The plan was to meet for lunch while hubby was away. I needed to vet him. We traded personal information and then pics. He was 23 and best of all, black and hung. The date was set. Hubby was gone. This was happening. I was as nervous as I had ever been. I was also prepared. Dressed to kill. Sheer see through black top with a black bra. Short black skirt and heels. An overnight bag packed. Completely knowing what I was doing and getting into or so I thought.
To be continued in Pt 3
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