Things I Learned About My Husband

Let me talk to you ladies out there for a minute. You think you know everything there is to know about the person you’ve been married to all these years. Trust me when I say thing nothing can ever prepare you for stuff you’re about to discover. In my case, it happened through some unscheduled accident of mine; sit down and let me gist you.

My name is Mabel, and I have been a serial adulterer to my husband, Clive. We’re both in our mid-twenties, though Clive is several years older. We’ve been married going four years, but if you knew us, you’d likely be mistaken that we were siblings. In the span of our four-year marriage, I’ve cheated on Clive all through. It’s no big deal. I cheated on my previous lovers before I even committed to settling down with Clive. Fool of my husband not to have known the type of slut I am before he got to be with me. I can’t help it—I love getting fucked by other men, and even better, I prefer black men especially. Black men have huge cocks, they know how to use their talents, they have voracious sexual appetites like me, and they know how to treat a whore like me, especially one who’s married.

If you’re out there doing like I do, then you know there’s no better than having a black cock in your bed. Anyways, back to my gist.

Until the day I uncovered a different side to Clive, I’d never thought of making him aware of my infidelities. I figured as long as things stayed in the dark, then so be it. As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets. Apparently, Clive knew about my cheating ways. He knew about the various men I’d invited to come and fuck me whenever he left for work. He even had videos from spy cameras he left around the house to catch me in the act. Not once did he raise the subject; he stayed quiet instead. I had no idea how long he intended on being quiet, but it wasn’t until one fateful evening that things exploded, and what was once in the dark all came to the forefront of our married life.

His cock fell into my hands with a thud. I rolled my tongue down his shaft, kissed the tip, then commenced my sucking duty.

Jerome, one of my old lovers, happened to be in town when he called to ask if we could meet. It had been months since the last time I heard from him; I thought he’d quit on me and gotten married or something. I was sceptical, as I usually like to plan my dates. But Jerome insisted he’d brought a fancy gift for me; he wanted to make up for lost times. I would have told him no and set up another day, except I do remember Jerome. I do remember that thick black snake in his jeans, and that he knew how to eat my pussy whenever I wanted. And it had been past a week since I got laid. I went against habit and told him to hurry on over.

It was the middle of the afternoon. I called up Clive to know how his day was going. He said he had a busy schedule and likely won’t return home until later in the evening. I said no worries, I’ll warm up his meal once he returned. I ended the call, glad that I’d made it; at least that’s what I assumed. What I didn’t know was that Clive took my call as proof that I was up to some hanky-panky and intended to be home to catch me in the act.

I cleaned up the house, then took a shower to start preparing for my impending visitor.

Jerome arrived an hour later. He had flown in from upstate New York, and was eager to see me before heading to his hotel. I gave him the proper welcome of jumping into his arms and kissing him.

“Where’s the fucking gift you said you brought for me?”

“First things first, hope your man ain’t around,” he asked.

“I wouldn’t be jumping into your arms if he were. Come on, ‘fess up with the gift.”

He smiled and grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. “There’s your gift, babe. Lock and loaded, fully ready to go.”

I fell to my knees before him and waited while he undid his belt and pulled down his zipper to show me what I’d been missing. His cock fell into my hands with a thud. I rolled my tongue down his shaft, kissed the tip, then commenced my sucking duty. Jerome took off his jacket, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt while I worshipped his prick. The familiarity was returning to me, stirring my senses back from the last time I enjoyed him. The longer his cock grew turgid in my mouth, the more the familiarity got strong. He worked his jeans down his thighs and grabbed my head to consume more of him.

“How about we go inside,” I suggested.

I got out of my clothes before we entered the bedroom. I had changed the sheets and earlier sprayed some perfume to heighten the mood.

Clive arrived and sneaked his way into the house. He barely made any noise as he carefully made his way up the stairs to peer into what Jerome and I were doing in the bedroom.

Jerome pinned me on the bed and ate my pussy. His tongue got me climbing heights within seconds; it let me know the afternoon was about to be a great time for both of us.

While we were engaged in the middle of our sex, Clive arrived and sneaked his way into the house. He barely made any noise as he carefully made his way up the stairs to peer into what Jerome and I were doing in the bedroom. I was busy riding Jerome and couldn’t have known my husband was standing by the doorway watching us.

I was so lost to the moment I couldn’t have heard a tank demolish our home if I had cared. The only credible thing for me then was Jerome’s cock pounding me. But then Jerome stopped, and my eyes opened.

“What’s fucking wrong?”

He was looking past my shoulder at the doorway. I turned my head, and sure enough, Clive stood there equally transfixed by what he was watching. Seconds passed and neither of us said anything; it was later I realised Clive had his penis in his hand while watching us.

“You gonna stand there and watch, white boy, or you gonna do something about this?” Jerome barked at Clive, as if unbothered that he was my husband, or that he didn’t care. “Go fucking wait in the living room, white boy! GO ON, GET!”

To my profound surprise, Clive turned and left us to ourselves.

I was too mesmerized, too stunned in disbelief at what I had just witnessed. But I was equally so turned on that it spurred me to riding Jerome harder. I went on fucking Jerome without care. Jerome grabbed my tits and pulled them towards his face.

He rolled me over and had me grab the bed’s headboard while he fucked me doggy-style. I was whooping and groaning like crazy, feeling the impact of his prick thrusting the walls of my cervix. My hands reached between my legs to massage my squirting pussy. I gasped and moaned even as Jerome kept on his pace.

He pulled out in record time and ejaculated over my buttocks. I wanted to fall over but he stopped me.

“Don’t fucking move,” he said.

He left the bedroom and went to get my husband. I swept my hair from my sweaty face, still gasping, as Jerome returned with Clive behind him. He pointed at me, and Clive then approached the bed, grasped my buttocks and started cleaning Jerome’s splattered semen off my flesh. Clive didn’t once make any protest. He cleaned my buttocks, and afterwards, Jerome told him to take me into the bathroom and clean me up. Clive said ‘yes, sir,’ and did exactly that.

Clive is now a chastity-wearing husband, and he loves wearing his own set of lingerie whenever Jerome or any of my other lovers come by the house.

It was then that I realised that not only did my husband secretly enjoy watching me fuck other men, he always loved being turned into a submissive. He liked being used, and it was henceforth my duty to make that into a reality for him.

Of course we had ourselves a long talk after Jerome cleaned up and left. Clive revealed to me how long he’d known about my adulterous habit, and then other times he had sneaked home to catch me in the act only to sneak back out before I would find out. He showed me the videos he had recorded through his spy camera. Later, I told him of my various lovers and how I want him to start addressing them whenever they called or came by.

Clive is now a chastity-wearing husband, and he loves wearing his own set of lingerie whenever Jerome or any of my other lovers come by the house.

If you’re a married woman reading this, chances are your husband has thoughts of wanting to see you in another man’s arms. Chances are he wants to see you get or catch you getting fucked by them. And who knows, he probably wouldn’t mind if you allow your lovers to humiliate him whenever they can. Likely he’ll end up enjoying it. Trust me.