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The next day we sat at the breakfast table and I had to ask Titan a few questions. “Your friends, they are in decent shape but don’t look like well built, rough soldiers and they have never come onto me like soldiers would. It doesn’t make sense what you said they do.”
He stared at me and said, “We are closer than brothers. They would never even think of it. We have a code of honor. As far as their build, they are not special forces. They are covert specialists. They are there for their brains not their brawn. Now I have a question for you. Do you like the life you have and is our marriage the most important thing to you?”
I nearly dropped to my knees in panic and fear. My stomach was in knots. I wondered if he knew. A realization also hit me that if he did, everything I have and the man I love being on the arm of could suddenly be gone. I nearly threw up but gathered my self and said, “Honey, I love you more than anything.” In my mind and gut a battle raged. I really didn’t know what I loved most: my life, my husband, Ben’s dick, sex, acting. I didn’t know.
I kissed Titan goodbye and he headed out for his trip. This time he called it a “mission”. Titan looked back at me and said, “It’s been fun.” He was driving the Navigator, having thought it would be less likely to have the car broken into if I took the less attractive government sedan to the theater which wasn’t in the safest part of town. As he pulled out of the driveway, I started thinking about Ben. I also realized that, except for that one brief time in the dressing room, I had not actually had intercourse with Titan. Since then we had only had oral sex.
I showed up at three o'clock so we could work out the change in Act 1. What it all boiled down to was just doing it the way we did it in practice. Sandra had us do three dry runs with her standing next to us as I pretended to suck John off and we killed the lights to talk out our lines of sex in the dark.
Funny thing, though. Sandra said, “That was good, but put more passion into it. You are sort of just running through it.”
I had to say something, so I said, “You and everyone liked it last night, so don’t worry. We’ll make it believable. Trust me. It will be every bit as good as it was last night.”
Sandra smiled and said, “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of, okay. Everyone, we have an hour and a half before curtain. Go relax and let’s have another great show tonight.”
I was walking to my dressing room when Ben came up behind me and stopped me. He said, “I have a tiny problem because of last night. Would you mind coming to my dressing room and helping me with my lines Missy?”
I smiled at him and said softly, “What’s the matter Ben? You can’t wait? You know you’re going to be getting some in just over an hour.”
He smiled and said, “Oh, no, that ain’t it. Come, I’ll show you.”
I went with him to his dressing room and when we went in, I saw another black man sitting on his couch reading a dirty magazine.
Ben shut the door and said, “Missy, meet Ray, he’s my brother. He was at the show last night and he won’t believe me when I told him that you really did suck my cock and we fucked under the sheets. So tell him, will you? He bet me a hundred that we didn’t and if I win, it is your money.”
I was shocked. Sort of startled … but a tiny bit excited also. Before I said a word Ray spoke up and said, “Hey, that ain’t fair. Shit, man, you just told her that if she says that you did, you’ll give her a hundred bucks. That’s bullshit.”
I looked at Ray and I said, “Believe it or not, Ben is right. We did do it, so pay up.”
Ray said, “No fucking way. I know no white bitch is going to suck a black man, let alone fuck him in front of hundreds of other white folks. No, sir, I know you didn’t suck his dick.”
I was sort of in shock hearing them talk like that. Ben said, “I know. Let’s just show him and then he’ll believe us.”
He dropped his pants and I, for some strange reason, walked over to him, knelt down, reached for his big black cock and began sucking it as I stroked him.
I closed my eyes and worked his cock fast as I felt him pushing deeper inside of my mouth. I turned my head, gulped air and as I did he slid down into my throat. As that happened I had to move my hand from him as he pushed all the way inside of my face until I had his pubic hair against my nose and chin. Once he was buried, he pulled back, allowing me to get some air before he shoved his dick all the way back inside. I heard him say to Ray, “See, I told you the bitch can take it all down her fucking throat.”
Any other time if a man would have referred to me as a bitch I would have come unglued, but for some reason when Ben said that I felt excitement. I almost felt a little proud. Then I heard Ben say, “Come here. You try it. She’ll suck you down so far that your pubs will be up her nose.”
I still had my eyes closed and I was almost scared as I realized that Ben wanted me to suck his brother’s dick. Then I heard him say, “She’ll suck your cock, and I’ll fuck her from behind.”
I felt him pull back and as he did Ray was ready with his dick in his hand aiming at my mouth as he moved in to replace Ben. I can’t tell you why I did it, but I opened my mouth, reached forward with my right hand and cupped his balls. I gulped as he slid in and, once inside, he grabbed the back of my head and held me tight against himself. He held me so tight that my nose hurt against his groin. When I felt I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, I began hitting his tummy hard to get him to push back. I felt hands unlocking Ray’s locked fingers behind my head and finally I was able to break free and pull back.
Ben was pissed.
As I gasped for air, he said, “Knock that shit off. I told you that you could fuck her and she would suck your cock, but you hurt the bitch you’re fucking out of here You got that?"
Then turning to me, he asked, “You okay, Missy?”
I knelt there looking up at Ben, and I said, “Yeah, I’m okay but what are you talking about?”
Ben said, “Oh, don’t worry, baby. You’re gonna love this. Now go back and suck Ray.”
Ray, not waiting for any kind of response, stuck the end of his cock back into my mouth before I could say a word. While Ray was inserting himself, Ben moved behind me and he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me straight up until I was standing bent over. He lifted the back of my dress up and then pulled down my soaking wet panties. I lifted my feet out of them and once they were clear he moved in behind me and I felt him slide all the way up inside of me. Within just a moment of time I was having two big thick black cocks sliding in and out of my mouth and throat as well as my pussy. Ben was right. I did love this!
They both just kept pumping in and out. I was rubbing my clit and after my third climax I heard Ray say, “Come on, bro, I want to tap that ass. Let’s switch.”
Ray pulled out of my mouth, which allowed me to express the feelings I was having. I was lost in the pleasure of Ben’s cock fucking me. He then pulled out and Ray replaced him in my cunt. Ben came around in front of me and I went for his shiny, wet, dripping dick, I gulped him down. (God, I love that taste of myself on a man’s dick.)
I was lost in my enjoyment when I heard Ben say, “Let's do a sandwich.”
Ray said, “Fuck, yeah, I’ll get in first and we’ll stand the bitch up. I always wanted to fuck a bitch like that standing up.”
Ben said, “Yeah, me too, but work her open with your thumbs, man. Work her ass open. I am telling you, man, you do this right and you will never have to look for another piece of ass the rest of your life. Missy here is a fucking machine.”
I felt him begin to work my asshole with his thumbs, opening me up, stretching me again. I had no idea what they were talking about but I knew from experience that Ray was going to stick his cock in my ass and I almost could not wait.
It seemed to take forever before I felt Ray’s cock push into my ass. Once inside Ray said, “Your turn, Bro, I’m in.”
Ben pulled back and Ray with Ben stood me up. Ben reached down and grabbed both of my legs. He lifted me up and with my legs raised and open he somehow brought his dick right up against my pussy hole. I felt him moving around until he could grasp his dick with one of his hands and then he was able to shove his cock up inside of me. Once inside of me he dropped my legs and I was standing between Ray and him. It felt as if I was on some sort of sex swing. I mean, I was, well, sort of hooked between two men’s dicks and my feet were not touching the floor. They were both fucking me like crazy and I was screaming out in pleasure as I came over and over again. I felt a breeze and I opened my eyes in the direction of the breeze. I saw Sandra standing in the doorway holding the door open just standing there watching us. I was grunting and trying to catch my breath. I saw Sandra’s face and it was beet red. She finally said in a strained voice, “On the set in twenty minutes.” And she shut the door. I grunted as I came another time and I felt Ray let loose and deposit his sack of sperm inside my ass. After that he kept right on fucking me.
Soon Ben deposited his load and he said as he finished, “Man, that is fucked up. I thought I locked the door. Now the director knows.”
As they both lifted me up and off of them I felt like I wanted to cry. While I had experienced pleasure like I had never known before I was embarrassed because of what Sandra had seen. It was one thing to get carried away in a love scene, however, it was quite another to get caught fucking my co-star and his brother in his dressing room. I quickly pulled down my dress and ran to my dressing room. I could feel the sperm trying to leak out of me as I moved so fast. I walked in my dressing room and Sandra was sitting at my make up table waiting for me.
I shut the door waiting to be lambasted by her for catching us the way that she did. I walked over to the rack and grabbed what I had to wear for Act 1. I felt uncomfortable because Sandra just sat there not saying anything and watching me. I have never been ashamed of my body so I took off my dress and stood only in my birthday suit. Finally, she said, “Looks like you forgot your panties in Ben’s dressing room. I expect you to put some on before you go on stage or are you going to change your character in my play to be a slut?”
I did not have any idea what to say to her. I grabbed a pair of panties and put them on with my bra and skirt and top.
Sandra said as she stood up, “Hurry up. We only have a few minutes before curtain.” Then just as she passed me on the way out she stopped, turned and said, “Do me a favor, sweetheart. The next time you want to fuck someone, do it someplace else. I don’t want that kind of crap going on here at the theater. I’m sure if your husband found out, he would go nuts and I don’t need anyone going postal the first time I have a hit show. The only sex in this place is on stage and then it is supposed to be simulated. Can you do that, dear? Can you keep your legs crossed and stop fucking the men here?”
She did not wait for an answer. She turned, opened the door and walked out.
I had to go potty really bad and the moment I sat down all of the sperm inside my butt came out with a lot of air. I was able to get myself dressed and cleaned up just in time to take the curtain call. We did Act 1 and John was not able to climax for some reason, Oh, he was hard and all, however the only one to climax was myself.
Just as we walked off stage to get ready for Act 2, Ben said into my ear, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll do better in the next act. You just wore me out in my dressing room with Ray.”
I walked past Sandra and she just glared at me. When I was close enough, she stopped me and said into my ear, “You are not fooling me. I know what you are doing.”
I gave her a funny look because I did not know if she was talking about the sex or about my attitude. I knew she was pissed at me. I really think it is because she knows I have had sex with Ben. The only thing that bothered me was wondering why she was pissed. I mean, did she have a thing for Ben? Was she jealous?
The show went on for two weeks with the possibility of being extended for another week. I was always sore each night and especially by Sunday, but the two days of break I was about to start on Monday and Tuesday were especially welcomed after that first week. Monday and Tuesday I just relaxed around the house. During those first five days of the show, Ben had slowly begun to change. The sex was great and I still climaxed multiple times each night. However, off the stage, he more often referred to me as his slut or his whore and once even called me his white cum dump. While initially, I was excited by such talk, they days away from the theater had made me start to question what I was doing. I began to think more of not only how Titan would enthusiastically make love to me but how he called me his princess and we would spend time cuddling in our bed at night just talking.
Wednesday came around and I was off to the theater for the second week of performances. I got there early and found Ben and Ray again waiting in my dressing room totally naked. Once I saw those gorgeous black cocks again, I had to have them. For the next hour they fucked me each hole over and over again. I had forgotten how great their cocks felt and how intense and orgasm I could have with both of them inside me.
After the Wednesday performance, Sandra called me into her office. “Missy,” she said. “I need a favor. We have a fairly large cast and crew. Sunday is our final scheduled performance and we do not yet know if the play will be extended. It is expected that we have a cast party after the Sunday show but I do not have a place large enough to host the party. We will plan on having it on Monday night because the Sunday show finishes so late. Can we have it at your house? I am sure that your husband would not mind --- what he doesn’t know.” She said it in such a way as to imply that a 'no' answer might mean that he would learn about my sexual escapades as well.
I got the message. “Sure Sandra. Anything for the cast and crew.”
Friday as I was getting ready to head to the theater, I had on the news just to catch up on some of the local stories. Nothing much was going on locally, but I noticed an international headline that a suspected nuclear weapons plant in Iran was going up in flames and spilling all sorts of toxins into the air. It made we wonder about Titan. I looked over at our wedding picture which sat on the sitting area table in our bedroom wondering what he was doing.
The rest of the week the performances went off as planned with us receiving standing ovations each night. After the last show on Sunday, I was sore again, I felt like a used sex toy. Ben simply fucked me repeatedly, deposited his sperm in me and either referred to me as his fuck toy or didn’t talk to me at all. I had not heard from my husband. John (Ben) had only climaxed four times all night, but he was hard every time and he fucked me hard when he was on top and I fucked him as fast and as hard as I possibly could when I was on top. It took some time to get past all the stagehands and rest of the cast and well wishers.
Sandra was so ecstatic that the house was full and her play was such a success. The reviews had called our play the most daring one anyone put on in the history of plays ever ran in the city. Some had said it was so real it was like watching two people in love struggle with separation and what it truly does to mature, sexual lovers.
As I walked up to my dressing room door, I saw my husband Titan just arriving ahead of me. As he reached for the doorknob I called out to him, he turned and we kissed. I was worn out, but I know Titan, he was happy and he was turned on. I knew from the way he kissed me.
We opened the door while we kissed and after closing the door. He turned me around bent me over he lifted up my floor length skirt I had been wearing on stage. I knew he was far too excited to be put off. I had something in me that wanted him to know I was naked and I did have sex on stage in front of God, him and the audience.
I heard his pants drop to the floor and I felt his hard cock enter me. He moaned and fucked me like crazy. I do not know if he heard the sloshing of the sperm already in my pussy or if he somehow thought that sloppy pussy sound was coming from me because I was so turned on.
I wanted to climax with him so I reached under myself and began rubbing my clit like my life depended on my climax. I knew Titan would be coming quickly and I was thankful I was still so fucking turned on from the stage. John (Ben) did not get me off that last scene and I wanted it bad. I felt if I could not come with him that I may as well come with my husband.
I felt myself coming and I moaned and let Titan know I was. I felt him grab my hips and pull me back against his cock. I felt him as he pulsed inside of me. I closed my kegel muscles around him and I milked him for every drop of his sperm.
My whole body shook as we came. Finally, Titan pulled back and he came out of me. My skirt dropped and I stood up brushing my hair back as I walked over to my makeup table. As I sat down Titan had pulled up his pants and then sat on the sofa in my dressing room.
Now that the excitement had begun to cool, I just knew that Titan had to know that I did have sex with John (Ben) on stage. He had to. I waited for him to say something but he didn't. He just sat there. Finally, he asked, "Are you hungry honey? You have to be starved. Want to grab a bite on the way home?"
Before I could answer him, there was a knock on my door, I yelled out for whoever it was to come in. It was Sandra and she was walking in with flowers and a hand full of congratulations. She was followed by several others who in turn had champagne and glasses. She yelled out, "We have a four month contract. We are a hit!"
I stood up and I became excited. I jumped up and down and we hugged. When we stopped she held me looking into my eyes and asked, "Can you do it honey. I mean every night for the next four months. Who knows maybe even more?" You have to make sure that, you know, you don't get pregnant." She stopped talking and suddenly looked at Titan saying, "I mean you two. I mean we can't have our star go having a baby now can we. This play is so hot it could go on for years!"
Titan stood up and said, "Are you kidding. Missy is on the pill and nothing is going to stop her from doing this play. She is having too much fun."
I looked at him and I never had told him I began taking my birth control pills again. I started the day after I was hired for the part. I have no idea why, and maybe it was part of me that knew I would be fucking other men soon. I honestly don't know why.
I said to Sandra, "No worries Sandra. I can do it as much as you need, and Titan and I promise not to get pregnant on you. I have to say this play has spiced up our marriage bed but no worries."
Sandra gave me another hug and said in my ear, "I'm not worried about your husband dear. Just make sure you keep taking those pills. I don't want Ben or his friends getting you pregnant." She pulled away and I was stunned. I have no idea why I felt that way. I some how knew that she knew that I was now crazy for Ben’s cock but then she did also catch me with him and his brother, Ray, as they sandwiched me in the dressing room.
I looked up and Ben was in the room smiling and shaking hands. He came up to us and gave me a hug. He said, "Were a hit. Were a big fucking hit." He let go of me and reached to shake Titan's hand. He said as he reached for it, "You have a great wife. She is a top actress and she makes our job so easy the way she flows."
Titan ignored his hand and said, "Yeah she is very easy to work with and I hope you enjoy working with her as much as I do. I mean, if this is one of those long running plays, won't you guys get bored?"
Ben said, "Are you kidding. How could anyone get bored with a woman as exciting as your wife. Look at her. She is full ripe and lovely. Every man in that audience wants to be with her."
Titan said, "You are wrong Ben. Every man out there wants to fuck her and they only get to watch you two on stage and fantasizing that it is them."
I said, "Yeah, but what about the women honey. There are as many women out there as there are men. What do they fantasize about?"
Titan smiled as he kissed me on the cheek and said, "Well they fantasize that Ben here is fucking them instead of you. They picture themselves in your shoes of course." Then he added, “But those are fantasies that they don’t live out.”
I had just taken a drink of champagne when he said that I almost choked at his words. I looked at him knowing that he knew what I had been doing all along. He then said, "You two make it look so real a fucking priest would get a hard-on. I call that great acting."
Sandra raised her glass and said, "I'll drink to that. To the two best actors I have ever had the pleasure to direct." We all raised our glasses to that and we drank. We drank and drank, polishing off five bottles. Titan had very little.
I was hungry and I had everybody get out so I could get in my street clothes. As she was leaving Sandra whispered to me, “We can move the party to the theater now, next Monday.”
I stripped and as I did Titan said, "I love the way your pussy smells after you get fucked. Just for a moment I had forgotten that he fucked me when he came back stage and for that split moment I panicked. Remembering that we did have sex, I said, "Well since you fucked me I really do smell. It smells like you left four or five loads of cum in me. I reek of sperm. Maybe I should clean myself up before we go to get a bite."
He looked at me and said, "Are you kidding me. I love that aroma. I want to smell your nasty pussy until we get home where I plan to fuck you again. Maybe twice."
I walked up to him, kissed him a hot wet kiss and said, “In that case I am not going to put on any panties. I'll put on my evening dress and I'll keep my legs open so the aroma of this nasty pussy can come up freely so you can smell what kind of a woman you are married to." I was thinking “whore” I have no idea what Titan was thinking.
I knew this was really pushing it but this man was making me hot. It was like we were playing some sort of head game and I fucking loved it. As I dressed I could tell Titan had a hard-on, and it was pushing against his pants.
It was after eleven when we walked out and we stopped at the first place we found open that had any kind of dining. When we went inside, it turned out to be a very large club. They had a disc jockey and we were told the dining room was closed but we could order food in the bar area. It was fairly crowded but the waitress found us a corner booth.
Titan and I did not feel like walking around looking for another place to eat so we decided to just stay and eat. I love to dance so after we placed our order we went onto the dance floor and began dancing. Everything was up beat and I was having a blast with my husband. When a slow dance came on, I clung to him and I ground myself against him letting him know I was turned on for him. We kissed and it was one of those 'fuck me now' kind of kisses.
We finished and went to our booth where the food was waiting. As we ate, Titan said to me, "I have never seen you this fucking turned on ever. Is it this play that has turned you on so much or something else?"
I almost choked on my food as he asked that question. I swallowed and said, “I think it is the play honey. It is a very sexual stimulating play you know. When I finish all I can think about is fucking you like crazy."
Titan kept eating then said, "I think it is something else. I have to say you are the hottest woman I have ever known and this play brings that out of you. I think it is John, or Ben. By the way, what do you call him off stage? Ben or John? “
He stopped talking and I cleared my throat as I said, "Well, on stage I call him John, but off stage I call him Ben.”
Then Titan said, "But what would you call him if he was fucking you with his black cock?" I was stunned. I mean I did not expect that question. I looked at him and I thought, “Okay, he wants to know. He wants to know just what kind of a slut he is married to.”
He changed the subject before I got a chance to say anything else. “Honey, I have to leave for a few days again tomorrow. I know I just got back but this just came up this afternoon. Let’s get out of here and head home.”
At home that night he fucked me like a mad man four separate times. I was already sore from Ben’s drilling the previous four nights and earlier that night. I was looking forward to two days of rest.
Titan left before I was up the next morning. Again he took the Navigator and left me with the old sedan. Monday and Tuesday were supposed to be welcome days of rest. Damn! Sandra had the party on Monday night and the leading lady could not be absent. I showed up a little late but dressed to entice. A short leather skirt and thin, low cut top with no bra. My eyes were sparkling, make-up perfect and nipples perky.
The party was actually a bore with the entire staff talking about anything but the play. Ben was not even there. They all had seen actually fucking him each night for the last two weeks on stage and they all had met my husband. I guess I was the token slut because I was avoided like I had the plaque. Hardly anyone spoke to me except for Sandra and she had to make her rounds to the others throughout the evening. Oh well, there was no need to let the champagne go to waste so I sat and enjoyed glass after glass. Way too many glasses. I have no idea how many glasses I had.
As the party was breaking up, I stood up and found out that I had drank far more than I thought. I could barely stand without holding onto the wall. Sandra saw me and said, “Missy. There is no way you are driving.” She looked around and then shouted, “Ben, can you take Missy home.”
I had not seen Ben before and I assumed that he had come very late while I had been drinking. Ben came up, with Ray in tow, and said, “Sure, Sandra. We would be glad to.”
A little while later Ben was driving my husband’s government issued sedan with Ray following in his car. I was in the backseat starting to feel a little nauseous. After what seemed an eternity, we pulled into the driveway and they helped me into the house.
Once inside, Ben was his same old self. He grabbed me and we kissed while pressing his hips against mine letting me feel that gorgeous black snake wanting to crawl into my crotch. I suddenly felt like my old self and could think of nothing but fucking him like a mad woman. “Come here you little fuck slut,” he said as he scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to my bedroom. Then he yelled down the stairs, “Ray, get up here man. Let’s have some fun with this bitch.”
My bedroom? I should have said, “Our bedroom.” Mine and Titan’s. I felt so dirty fucking two men in my husband’s bed and every once in a while, I would make out something familiar in the dark that made me think of Titan and a pang of guilt would flood over me. The guilt just did not overwhelm what those marvelous cocks were doing to me.
They both fucked me in my mouth, ass and pussy for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of them came despite me having so many orgasms that I lost count. I know how long it takes before they come and that time had long passed. They should have cum several times by now. As they pulled out to change positions, I asked, “What’s up? Neither of you has cum yet.”
“We have something special planned.” Ben said. Then he grabbed a long cloth and blindfolded me, wrapping it tightly around my eyes. They began to eagerly and earnestly fuck my ass and mouth in unison. They were pumping me so hard that I was literally in pain. My ass was getting raw and I was choking.
“That’s a good cum slut,” Ray laughed.
“Ready?” asked Ben.
“Yeah, Bro,” Ray responded.
In the middle of this fierce pounding, they both stopped and pulled out of me. I heard them stroking themselves just a few inches from my head and, my goodness, were they loud. I wondered if they were exploding. I couldn’t believe that they didn’t even cum in me.
After they quieted, I felt something cold slide under my chin. “Got a little present for my love bitch,” Ben said. “Lick it baby.”
I stuck out my tongue and instantly new the feel, smell and taste of warm cum. They had cum on something flat and ceramic. My guess was a plate of some sort.
“Eat it all.” Ben said.
Ray added, “A special treat for you our little whore.”
As I slowly licked my dessert they must have gotten dressed because the next thing that I remember hearing was Ben saying, “See ya Wednesday. Get there early for a little fun.” I then heard the thus of their footsteps going down the stairs.
Now eating the “dessert” was for them and not because I particularly enjoyed it. I just enjoyed the thought of them watching me but with them gone there was no further thrill. I sat up slowly, still feeling the effects of the champagne and undid my blindfold. The fabric was strangely familiar. A lamp was still on in the sitting area so I had a good, but shadowy, view of the room as I pulled the blindfold off.
There, in front of me on the bed, was my wedding picture with tongue streaked cum smeared across it’s length. In my hand, with cum staining the part that had been on my nose was my wedding veil.
A flood of emotion poured over me paralyzing my body and over loading the circuits in my brain. I was naked on my husband’s bed; drunk; ass hurting; throat sore; swallowing the cum from two strange men off of my wedding picture while holding my wedding veil. I looked down and my wedding band stared back at me. I could almost swear it was mocking me. All this while my husband was secretly defending our country in some unknown place, doing things that no one would ever know and for which he would never receive a thank you.
I laid there and cried. A cry like I had never cried before. I didn’t just cry the rest of the night. I cried all of the next day and well into the late afternoon. I crawled into a ball and cried and cried and cried some more. I didn’t want to live. I didn’t want to have ever been born.
Just as I saw the colors of dusk coming through the window, I remembered thinking days ago that I didn’t know what I wanted. Whether it was my lifestyle, my husband, Ben’s dick, sex, or acting. I knew now. I wanted my husband. All the rest of it could go to hell. I knew what I needed to do. I got up, looked in the mirror hating and disgusted by the one looking back at me. Having determined my path, I ignored that bitch in the mirror and got to work.
I feverishly straightened things up, putting everything in it’s place. It took several hours but I got it done very late at night. I took a long hot bath, washed all the clothes, and made our entire house a showplace. Wine was in the refrigerator for Titan and spring flowers were on the kitchen table. A special table that we had used only for romantic dinners was set with candles ready to go and a bouquet of roses in the center. I didn’t know when he was going to be home but I was going to be ready.
I also knew what I had to do that afternoon. I put on an expensive dress that Titan had bought me for parties at the country club and got into the car to head down to the theater. I was not acting tonight and I wasn’t explaining anything to anyone. I was quitting and walking out. I would never look back. Though my husband did not know what had happened, I was going to make it all up to him. He would be the king of our castle and I would be the princess that he always called me.
I felt almost like a new woman. I was getting moist with anticipation but all my thoughts were for one man. My dear Titan. Oh shit, I had set our wedding picture in it’s place but had forgotten to clean it off. I would take care of that the minute I got home.
I parked about a block from the theater along a well lit sidestreet. Most of the cast and crew was outside chatting and milling about but it did not appear that anyone had gone inside. As I got closer I could see that the theater was boarded and signs saying “Closed by Order of State Police” were posted all over it and yellow tape blocking the entrances.
Police cars were across the street and Sandra was in handcuffs. I started toward her but when she saw me, she scolded for all to hear, “It’s that damn whore’s fault. Why couldn’t you keep your slut legs closed.”
As she finished, I was pushed against the car and frisked by a husky female police officer. “Dear you are under arrest for prostitution,” she said.
“But I have never….” I began protesting.
“Girl, you took money to have sex and your director pimp paid you. Sounds like prostitution and pimping to me. Now you can explain it to the judge.”
“Where is Ben?” I said looking right at Sandra.
She stared at me as if she wished me dead but finally said, “I haven’t seen him.”
After being booked into jail, spending eight hours in a cell and appearing before a judge, I was released. The judge didn’t even ask me or my court appointed attorney a single question. He just released me on my own recognizance and told me to be back six weeks later for a hearing.
As I was walking back to where I had parked, I debated whether to call my husband but how would I explain what had happened. I walked the two miles from the jail to where I had parked to get my car but there was simply a sign hanging on the parking meter by the parking space where it had been saying “Vehicle returned to US Government vehicle services”.
I picked up my cell phone on the off chance that I could catch Titan. My phone no longer worked. I had some money in my purse so I flagged down a taxi and headed home. How was I going to explain this to Titan.
When I got home, my key would not work in the front door. I walked around to the side of the house hoping that the side door to the garage would be unlocked. When I went around the corner the garage was open.
Open, yes. But totally empty, except for my two large suitcases on the floor, a table top video machine setting on our anniversary dinner table and our cum smeared wedding picture. The video player had a yellow note on the screen that said, 'press the play button'.
I did and a video started. A sign flashed on the screen that said, “Watch carefully. After playing this video will automatically erase.” Then a video started.
The first scene was from a camera that had been mounted backstage showing Ben fucking me. It zoomed in and showed him pulling his cock out dripping. A second camera with equal zoom capability showed a video of me sucking his cock in the chair. Virtually every sex scene we had performed in the last two weeks was shown in high definition and zoomed in at appropriate moments. The next scene showed Ray and Ben fucking me in Ben’s dressing room. The last scene was from our inside our house showing Ben and Ray fucking me blindfolded and me licking their cum. The video then went to snow and after 2-3 seconds of snow another video started. Titan standing on some cliff near a beach with the vast open ocean in the background behind him. He started speaking.
“Welcome home my little slut. I couldn’t watch any more of that. I had to destroy the video at that point. I gave you love, a great home, nice cars, nice clothes, romantic dinners, exotic vacations, the lifestyle of a queen and I thought a great sex life. While I was away protecting our country, you chose instead to screw the first cock that you could, over and over, and then to try to humiliate me by having sex with me afterward. So this is what is going to happen. I and my brothers have already made the arrangements.”
“Charges against Sandra will be dropped after the press spreads her story throughout the entire entertainment industry. She will never direct again.”
“Your charges will be dropped before your scheduled court date.”
“Your stage hand Rodney tried to tell me about what was going on. I already knew it but he was the only one who tried to warn me. He is a good kid trying to just earn enough money to afford school. This morning he got a notice that he has a full scholarship.”
“Don’t worry about Ben or Ray either. Two year’s ago there was a brutal rape and murder that was never solved. The only lead was the semen from two men found on and in the bodies of the two girls. Thanks to semen that you provided in such a disgusting way from Ben by squeezing into my mouth and the helpful collection of Ray’s from a local hooker, that case can now be solved. Their DNA profiles are now the profiles listed in that cold case. They both were picked up this morning with two kilograms of cocaine in their car. State law requires that all charged felons give a DNA sample to be entered into the FBI data based. When theirs is entered, an immediate match to the rape and murder case will be made. Gotta love computers.”
“The house lease has been terminated. I have the one family vehicle. The bank account is empty. Your phone service is terminated and your cards no longer work. Your clothes are in your suit case. In the hope that you will want to change your life, in the top of your suitcase is a one-way bus ticket to your home town and enough money for you to take a taxi from our old house to the bus station. You will also find a pre-paid cell phone with enough money in the account for one call. Just my suggestion, but you might want to call your mom. Good luck. I hope it was worth it.”
I collapsed in tears, crawling toward my suitcase. Finding the flip phone right on top where he had said, I opened it and dialed with one hand while clutching my wedding photo with the other. It rang six times then I heard a familiar voice on the other end.
Through tears, I cried, “Mom...”
He stared at me and said, “We are closer than brothers. They would never even think of it. We have a code of honor. As far as their build, they are not special forces. They are covert specialists. They are there for their brains not their brawn. Now I have a question for you. Do you like the life you have and is our marriage the most important thing to you?”
I nearly dropped to my knees in panic and fear. My stomach was in knots. I wondered if he knew. A realization also hit me that if he did, everything I have and the man I love being on the arm of could suddenly be gone. I nearly threw up but gathered my self and said, “Honey, I love you more than anything.” In my mind and gut a battle raged. I really didn’t know what I loved most: my life, my husband, Ben’s dick, sex, acting. I didn’t know.
I kissed Titan goodbye and he headed out for his trip. This time he called it a “mission”. Titan looked back at me and said, “It’s been fun.” He was driving the Navigator, having thought it would be less likely to have the car broken into if I took the less attractive government sedan to the theater which wasn’t in the safest part of town. As he pulled out of the driveway, I started thinking about Ben. I also realized that, except for that one brief time in the dressing room, I had not actually had intercourse with Titan. Since then we had only had oral sex.
I showed up at three o'clock so we could work out the change in Act 1. What it all boiled down to was just doing it the way we did it in practice. Sandra had us do three dry runs with her standing next to us as I pretended to suck John off and we killed the lights to talk out our lines of sex in the dark.
Funny thing, though. Sandra said, “That was good, but put more passion into it. You are sort of just running through it.”
I had to say something, so I said, “You and everyone liked it last night, so don’t worry. We’ll make it believable. Trust me. It will be every bit as good as it was last night.”
Sandra smiled and said, “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of, okay. Everyone, we have an hour and a half before curtain. Go relax and let’s have another great show tonight.”
I was walking to my dressing room when Ben came up behind me and stopped me. He said, “I have a tiny problem because of last night. Would you mind coming to my dressing room and helping me with my lines Missy?”
I smiled at him and said softly, “What’s the matter Ben? You can’t wait? You know you’re going to be getting some in just over an hour.”
He smiled and said, “Oh, no, that ain’t it. Come, I’ll show you.”
I went with him to his dressing room and when we went in, I saw another black man sitting on his couch reading a dirty magazine.
Ben shut the door and said, “Missy, meet Ray, he’s my brother. He was at the show last night and he won’t believe me when I told him that you really did suck my cock and we fucked under the sheets. So tell him, will you? He bet me a hundred that we didn’t and if I win, it is your money.”
I was shocked. Sort of startled … but a tiny bit excited also. Before I said a word Ray spoke up and said, “Hey, that ain’t fair. Shit, man, you just told her that if she says that you did, you’ll give her a hundred bucks. That’s bullshit.”
I looked at Ray and I said, “Believe it or not, Ben is right. We did do it, so pay up.”
Ray said, “No fucking way. I know no white bitch is going to suck a black man, let alone fuck him in front of hundreds of other white folks. No, sir, I know you didn’t suck his dick.”
I was sort of in shock hearing them talk like that. Ben said, “I know. Let’s just show him and then he’ll believe us.”
He dropped his pants and I, for some strange reason, walked over to him, knelt down, reached for his big black cock and began sucking it as I stroked him.
I closed my eyes and worked his cock fast as I felt him pushing deeper inside of my mouth. I turned my head, gulped air and as I did he slid down into my throat. As that happened I had to move my hand from him as he pushed all the way inside of my face until I had his pubic hair against my nose and chin. Once he was buried, he pulled back, allowing me to get some air before he shoved his dick all the way back inside. I heard him say to Ray, “See, I told you the bitch can take it all down her fucking throat.”
Any other time if a man would have referred to me as a bitch I would have come unglued, but for some reason when Ben said that I felt excitement. I almost felt a little proud. Then I heard Ben say, “Come here. You try it. She’ll suck you down so far that your pubs will be up her nose.”
I still had my eyes closed and I was almost scared as I realized that Ben wanted me to suck his brother’s dick. Then I heard him say, “She’ll suck your cock, and I’ll fuck her from behind.”
I felt him pull back and as he did Ray was ready with his dick in his hand aiming at my mouth as he moved in to replace Ben. I can’t tell you why I did it, but I opened my mouth, reached forward with my right hand and cupped his balls. I gulped as he slid in and, once inside, he grabbed the back of my head and held me tight against himself. He held me so tight that my nose hurt against his groin. When I felt I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, I began hitting his tummy hard to get him to push back. I felt hands unlocking Ray’s locked fingers behind my head and finally I was able to break free and pull back.
Ben was pissed.
As I gasped for air, he said, “Knock that shit off. I told you that you could fuck her and she would suck your cock, but you hurt the bitch you’re fucking out of here You got that?"
Then turning to me, he asked, “You okay, Missy?”
I knelt there looking up at Ben, and I said, “Yeah, I’m okay but what are you talking about?”
Ben said, “Oh, don’t worry, baby. You’re gonna love this. Now go back and suck Ray.”
Ray, not waiting for any kind of response, stuck the end of his cock back into my mouth before I could say a word. While Ray was inserting himself, Ben moved behind me and he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me straight up until I was standing bent over. He lifted the back of my dress up and then pulled down my soaking wet panties. I lifted my feet out of them and once they were clear he moved in behind me and I felt him slide all the way up inside of me. Within just a moment of time I was having two big thick black cocks sliding in and out of my mouth and throat as well as my pussy. Ben was right. I did love this!
They both just kept pumping in and out. I was rubbing my clit and after my third climax I heard Ray say, “Come on, bro, I want to tap that ass. Let’s switch.”
Ray pulled out of my mouth, which allowed me to express the feelings I was having. I was lost in the pleasure of Ben’s cock fucking me. He then pulled out and Ray replaced him in my cunt. Ben came around in front of me and I went for his shiny, wet, dripping dick, I gulped him down. (God, I love that taste of myself on a man’s dick.)
I was lost in my enjoyment when I heard Ben say, “Let's do a sandwich.”
Ray said, “Fuck, yeah, I’ll get in first and we’ll stand the bitch up. I always wanted to fuck a bitch like that standing up.”
Ben said, “Yeah, me too, but work her open with your thumbs, man. Work her ass open. I am telling you, man, you do this right and you will never have to look for another piece of ass the rest of your life. Missy here is a fucking machine.”
I felt him begin to work my asshole with his thumbs, opening me up, stretching me again. I had no idea what they were talking about but I knew from experience that Ray was going to stick his cock in my ass and I almost could not wait.
It seemed to take forever before I felt Ray’s cock push into my ass. Once inside Ray said, “Your turn, Bro, I’m in.”
Ben pulled back and Ray with Ben stood me up. Ben reached down and grabbed both of my legs. He lifted me up and with my legs raised and open he somehow brought his dick right up against my pussy hole. I felt him moving around until he could grasp his dick with one of his hands and then he was able to shove his cock up inside of me. Once inside of me he dropped my legs and I was standing between Ray and him. It felt as if I was on some sort of sex swing. I mean, I was, well, sort of hooked between two men’s dicks and my feet were not touching the floor. They were both fucking me like crazy and I was screaming out in pleasure as I came over and over again. I felt a breeze and I opened my eyes in the direction of the breeze. I saw Sandra standing in the doorway holding the door open just standing there watching us. I was grunting and trying to catch my breath. I saw Sandra’s face and it was beet red. She finally said in a strained voice, “On the set in twenty minutes.” And she shut the door. I grunted as I came another time and I felt Ray let loose and deposit his sack of sperm inside my ass. After that he kept right on fucking me.
Soon Ben deposited his load and he said as he finished, “Man, that is fucked up. I thought I locked the door. Now the director knows.”
As they both lifted me up and off of them I felt like I wanted to cry. While I had experienced pleasure like I had never known before I was embarrassed because of what Sandra had seen. It was one thing to get carried away in a love scene, however, it was quite another to get caught fucking my co-star and his brother in his dressing room. I quickly pulled down my dress and ran to my dressing room. I could feel the sperm trying to leak out of me as I moved so fast. I walked in my dressing room and Sandra was sitting at my make up table waiting for me.
I shut the door waiting to be lambasted by her for catching us the way that she did. I walked over to the rack and grabbed what I had to wear for Act 1. I felt uncomfortable because Sandra just sat there not saying anything and watching me. I have never been ashamed of my body so I took off my dress and stood only in my birthday suit. Finally, she said, “Looks like you forgot your panties in Ben’s dressing room. I expect you to put some on before you go on stage or are you going to change your character in my play to be a slut?”
I did not have any idea what to say to her. I grabbed a pair of panties and put them on with my bra and skirt and top.
Sandra said as she stood up, “Hurry up. We only have a few minutes before curtain.” Then just as she passed me on the way out she stopped, turned and said, “Do me a favor, sweetheart. The next time you want to fuck someone, do it someplace else. I don’t want that kind of crap going on here at the theater. I’m sure if your husband found out, he would go nuts and I don’t need anyone going postal the first time I have a hit show. The only sex in this place is on stage and then it is supposed to be simulated. Can you do that, dear? Can you keep your legs crossed and stop fucking the men here?”
She did not wait for an answer. She turned, opened the door and walked out.
I had to go potty really bad and the moment I sat down all of the sperm inside my butt came out with a lot of air. I was able to get myself dressed and cleaned up just in time to take the curtain call. We did Act 1 and John was not able to climax for some reason, Oh, he was hard and all, however the only one to climax was myself.
Just as we walked off stage to get ready for Act 2, Ben said into my ear, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll do better in the next act. You just wore me out in my dressing room with Ray.”
I walked past Sandra and she just glared at me. When I was close enough, she stopped me and said into my ear, “You are not fooling me. I know what you are doing.”
I gave her a funny look because I did not know if she was talking about the sex or about my attitude. I knew she was pissed at me. I really think it is because she knows I have had sex with Ben. The only thing that bothered me was wondering why she was pissed. I mean, did she have a thing for Ben? Was she jealous?
The show went on for two weeks with the possibility of being extended for another week. I was always sore each night and especially by Sunday, but the two days of break I was about to start on Monday and Tuesday were especially welcomed after that first week. Monday and Tuesday I just relaxed around the house. During those first five days of the show, Ben had slowly begun to change. The sex was great and I still climaxed multiple times each night. However, off the stage, he more often referred to me as his slut or his whore and once even called me his white cum dump. While initially, I was excited by such talk, they days away from the theater had made me start to question what I was doing. I began to think more of not only how Titan would enthusiastically make love to me but how he called me his princess and we would spend time cuddling in our bed at night just talking.
Wednesday came around and I was off to the theater for the second week of performances. I got there early and found Ben and Ray again waiting in my dressing room totally naked. Once I saw those gorgeous black cocks again, I had to have them. For the next hour they fucked me each hole over and over again. I had forgotten how great their cocks felt and how intense and orgasm I could have with both of them inside me.
After the Wednesday performance, Sandra called me into her office. “Missy,” she said. “I need a favor. We have a fairly large cast and crew. Sunday is our final scheduled performance and we do not yet know if the play will be extended. It is expected that we have a cast party after the Sunday show but I do not have a place large enough to host the party. We will plan on having it on Monday night because the Sunday show finishes so late. Can we have it at your house? I am sure that your husband would not mind --- what he doesn’t know.” She said it in such a way as to imply that a 'no' answer might mean that he would learn about my sexual escapades as well.
I got the message. “Sure Sandra. Anything for the cast and crew.”
Friday as I was getting ready to head to the theater, I had on the news just to catch up on some of the local stories. Nothing much was going on locally, but I noticed an international headline that a suspected nuclear weapons plant in Iran was going up in flames and spilling all sorts of toxins into the air. It made we wonder about Titan. I looked over at our wedding picture which sat on the sitting area table in our bedroom wondering what he was doing.
The rest of the week the performances went off as planned with us receiving standing ovations each night. After the last show on Sunday, I was sore again, I felt like a used sex toy. Ben simply fucked me repeatedly, deposited his sperm in me and either referred to me as his fuck toy or didn’t talk to me at all. I had not heard from my husband. John (Ben) had only climaxed four times all night, but he was hard every time and he fucked me hard when he was on top and I fucked him as fast and as hard as I possibly could when I was on top. It took some time to get past all the stagehands and rest of the cast and well wishers.
Sandra was so ecstatic that the house was full and her play was such a success. The reviews had called our play the most daring one anyone put on in the history of plays ever ran in the city. Some had said it was so real it was like watching two people in love struggle with separation and what it truly does to mature, sexual lovers.
As I walked up to my dressing room door, I saw my husband Titan just arriving ahead of me. As he reached for the doorknob I called out to him, he turned and we kissed. I was worn out, but I know Titan, he was happy and he was turned on. I knew from the way he kissed me.
We opened the door while we kissed and after closing the door. He turned me around bent me over he lifted up my floor length skirt I had been wearing on stage. I knew he was far too excited to be put off. I had something in me that wanted him to know I was naked and I did have sex on stage in front of God, him and the audience.
I heard his pants drop to the floor and I felt his hard cock enter me. He moaned and fucked me like crazy. I do not know if he heard the sloshing of the sperm already in my pussy or if he somehow thought that sloppy pussy sound was coming from me because I was so turned on.
I wanted to climax with him so I reached under myself and began rubbing my clit like my life depended on my climax. I knew Titan would be coming quickly and I was thankful I was still so fucking turned on from the stage. John (Ben) did not get me off that last scene and I wanted it bad. I felt if I could not come with him that I may as well come with my husband.
I felt myself coming and I moaned and let Titan know I was. I felt him grab my hips and pull me back against his cock. I felt him as he pulsed inside of me. I closed my kegel muscles around him and I milked him for every drop of his sperm.
My whole body shook as we came. Finally, Titan pulled back and he came out of me. My skirt dropped and I stood up brushing my hair back as I walked over to my makeup table. As I sat down Titan had pulled up his pants and then sat on the sofa in my dressing room.
Now that the excitement had begun to cool, I just knew that Titan had to know that I did have sex with John (Ben) on stage. He had to. I waited for him to say something but he didn't. He just sat there. Finally, he asked, "Are you hungry honey? You have to be starved. Want to grab a bite on the way home?"
Before I could answer him, there was a knock on my door, I yelled out for whoever it was to come in. It was Sandra and she was walking in with flowers and a hand full of congratulations. She was followed by several others who in turn had champagne and glasses. She yelled out, "We have a four month contract. We are a hit!"
I stood up and I became excited. I jumped up and down and we hugged. When we stopped she held me looking into my eyes and asked, "Can you do it honey. I mean every night for the next four months. Who knows maybe even more?" You have to make sure that, you know, you don't get pregnant." She stopped talking and suddenly looked at Titan saying, "I mean you two. I mean we can't have our star go having a baby now can we. This play is so hot it could go on for years!"
Titan stood up and said, "Are you kidding. Missy is on the pill and nothing is going to stop her from doing this play. She is having too much fun."
I looked at him and I never had told him I began taking my birth control pills again. I started the day after I was hired for the part. I have no idea why, and maybe it was part of me that knew I would be fucking other men soon. I honestly don't know why.
I said to Sandra, "No worries Sandra. I can do it as much as you need, and Titan and I promise not to get pregnant on you. I have to say this play has spiced up our marriage bed but no worries."
Sandra gave me another hug and said in my ear, "I'm not worried about your husband dear. Just make sure you keep taking those pills. I don't want Ben or his friends getting you pregnant." She pulled away and I was stunned. I have no idea why I felt that way. I some how knew that she knew that I was now crazy for Ben’s cock but then she did also catch me with him and his brother, Ray, as they sandwiched me in the dressing room.
I looked up and Ben was in the room smiling and shaking hands. He came up to us and gave me a hug. He said, "Were a hit. Were a big fucking hit." He let go of me and reached to shake Titan's hand. He said as he reached for it, "You have a great wife. She is a top actress and she makes our job so easy the way she flows."
Titan ignored his hand and said, "Yeah she is very easy to work with and I hope you enjoy working with her as much as I do. I mean, if this is one of those long running plays, won't you guys get bored?"
Ben said, "Are you kidding. How could anyone get bored with a woman as exciting as your wife. Look at her. She is full ripe and lovely. Every man in that audience wants to be with her."
Titan said, "You are wrong Ben. Every man out there wants to fuck her and they only get to watch you two on stage and fantasizing that it is them."
I said, "Yeah, but what about the women honey. There are as many women out there as there are men. What do they fantasize about?"
Titan smiled as he kissed me on the cheek and said, "Well they fantasize that Ben here is fucking them instead of you. They picture themselves in your shoes of course." Then he added, “But those are fantasies that they don’t live out.”
I had just taken a drink of champagne when he said that I almost choked at his words. I looked at him knowing that he knew what I had been doing all along. He then said, "You two make it look so real a fucking priest would get a hard-on. I call that great acting."
Sandra raised her glass and said, "I'll drink to that. To the two best actors I have ever had the pleasure to direct." We all raised our glasses to that and we drank. We drank and drank, polishing off five bottles. Titan had very little.
I was hungry and I had everybody get out so I could get in my street clothes. As she was leaving Sandra whispered to me, “We can move the party to the theater now, next Monday.”
I stripped and as I did Titan said, "I love the way your pussy smells after you get fucked. Just for a moment I had forgotten that he fucked me when he came back stage and for that split moment I panicked. Remembering that we did have sex, I said, "Well since you fucked me I really do smell. It smells like you left four or five loads of cum in me. I reek of sperm. Maybe I should clean myself up before we go to get a bite."
He looked at me and said, "Are you kidding me. I love that aroma. I want to smell your nasty pussy until we get home where I plan to fuck you again. Maybe twice."
I walked up to him, kissed him a hot wet kiss and said, “In that case I am not going to put on any panties. I'll put on my evening dress and I'll keep my legs open so the aroma of this nasty pussy can come up freely so you can smell what kind of a woman you are married to." I was thinking “whore” I have no idea what Titan was thinking.
I knew this was really pushing it but this man was making me hot. It was like we were playing some sort of head game and I fucking loved it. As I dressed I could tell Titan had a hard-on, and it was pushing against his pants.
It was after eleven when we walked out and we stopped at the first place we found open that had any kind of dining. When we went inside, it turned out to be a very large club. They had a disc jockey and we were told the dining room was closed but we could order food in the bar area. It was fairly crowded but the waitress found us a corner booth.
Titan and I did not feel like walking around looking for another place to eat so we decided to just stay and eat. I love to dance so after we placed our order we went onto the dance floor and began dancing. Everything was up beat and I was having a blast with my husband. When a slow dance came on, I clung to him and I ground myself against him letting him know I was turned on for him. We kissed and it was one of those 'fuck me now' kind of kisses.
We finished and went to our booth where the food was waiting. As we ate, Titan said to me, "I have never seen you this fucking turned on ever. Is it this play that has turned you on so much or something else?"
I almost choked on my food as he asked that question. I swallowed and said, “I think it is the play honey. It is a very sexual stimulating play you know. When I finish all I can think about is fucking you like crazy."
Titan kept eating then said, "I think it is something else. I have to say you are the hottest woman I have ever known and this play brings that out of you. I think it is John, or Ben. By the way, what do you call him off stage? Ben or John? “
He stopped talking and I cleared my throat as I said, "Well, on stage I call him John, but off stage I call him Ben.”
Then Titan said, "But what would you call him if he was fucking you with his black cock?" I was stunned. I mean I did not expect that question. I looked at him and I thought, “Okay, he wants to know. He wants to know just what kind of a slut he is married to.”
He changed the subject before I got a chance to say anything else. “Honey, I have to leave for a few days again tomorrow. I know I just got back but this just came up this afternoon. Let’s get out of here and head home.”
At home that night he fucked me like a mad man four separate times. I was already sore from Ben’s drilling the previous four nights and earlier that night. I was looking forward to two days of rest.
Titan left before I was up the next morning. Again he took the Navigator and left me with the old sedan. Monday and Tuesday were supposed to be welcome days of rest. Damn! Sandra had the party on Monday night and the leading lady could not be absent. I showed up a little late but dressed to entice. A short leather skirt and thin, low cut top with no bra. My eyes were sparkling, make-up perfect and nipples perky.
The party was actually a bore with the entire staff talking about anything but the play. Ben was not even there. They all had seen actually fucking him each night for the last two weeks on stage and they all had met my husband. I guess I was the token slut because I was avoided like I had the plaque. Hardly anyone spoke to me except for Sandra and she had to make her rounds to the others throughout the evening. Oh well, there was no need to let the champagne go to waste so I sat and enjoyed glass after glass. Way too many glasses. I have no idea how many glasses I had.
As the party was breaking up, I stood up and found out that I had drank far more than I thought. I could barely stand without holding onto the wall. Sandra saw me and said, “Missy. There is no way you are driving.” She looked around and then shouted, “Ben, can you take Missy home.”
I had not seen Ben before and I assumed that he had come very late while I had been drinking. Ben came up, with Ray in tow, and said, “Sure, Sandra. We would be glad to.”
A little while later Ben was driving my husband’s government issued sedan with Ray following in his car. I was in the backseat starting to feel a little nauseous. After what seemed an eternity, we pulled into the driveway and they helped me into the house.
Once inside, Ben was his same old self. He grabbed me and we kissed while pressing his hips against mine letting me feel that gorgeous black snake wanting to crawl into my crotch. I suddenly felt like my old self and could think of nothing but fucking him like a mad woman. “Come here you little fuck slut,” he said as he scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to my bedroom. Then he yelled down the stairs, “Ray, get up here man. Let’s have some fun with this bitch.”
My bedroom? I should have said, “Our bedroom.” Mine and Titan’s. I felt so dirty fucking two men in my husband’s bed and every once in a while, I would make out something familiar in the dark that made me think of Titan and a pang of guilt would flood over me. The guilt just did not overwhelm what those marvelous cocks were doing to me.
They both fucked me in my mouth, ass and pussy for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of them came despite me having so many orgasms that I lost count. I know how long it takes before they come and that time had long passed. They should have cum several times by now. As they pulled out to change positions, I asked, “What’s up? Neither of you has cum yet.”
“We have something special planned.” Ben said. Then he grabbed a long cloth and blindfolded me, wrapping it tightly around my eyes. They began to eagerly and earnestly fuck my ass and mouth in unison. They were pumping me so hard that I was literally in pain. My ass was getting raw and I was choking.
“That’s a good cum slut,” Ray laughed.
“Ready?” asked Ben.
“Yeah, Bro,” Ray responded.
In the middle of this fierce pounding, they both stopped and pulled out of me. I heard them stroking themselves just a few inches from my head and, my goodness, were they loud. I wondered if they were exploding. I couldn’t believe that they didn’t even cum in me.
After they quieted, I felt something cold slide under my chin. “Got a little present for my love bitch,” Ben said. “Lick it baby.”
I stuck out my tongue and instantly new the feel, smell and taste of warm cum. They had cum on something flat and ceramic. My guess was a plate of some sort.
“Eat it all.” Ben said.
Ray added, “A special treat for you our little whore.”
As I slowly licked my dessert they must have gotten dressed because the next thing that I remember hearing was Ben saying, “See ya Wednesday. Get there early for a little fun.” I then heard the thus of their footsteps going down the stairs.
Now eating the “dessert” was for them and not because I particularly enjoyed it. I just enjoyed the thought of them watching me but with them gone there was no further thrill. I sat up slowly, still feeling the effects of the champagne and undid my blindfold. The fabric was strangely familiar. A lamp was still on in the sitting area so I had a good, but shadowy, view of the room as I pulled the blindfold off.
There, in front of me on the bed, was my wedding picture with tongue streaked cum smeared across it’s length. In my hand, with cum staining the part that had been on my nose was my wedding veil.
A flood of emotion poured over me paralyzing my body and over loading the circuits in my brain. I was naked on my husband’s bed; drunk; ass hurting; throat sore; swallowing the cum from two strange men off of my wedding picture while holding my wedding veil. I looked down and my wedding band stared back at me. I could almost swear it was mocking me. All this while my husband was secretly defending our country in some unknown place, doing things that no one would ever know and for which he would never receive a thank you.
I laid there and cried. A cry like I had never cried before. I didn’t just cry the rest of the night. I cried all of the next day and well into the late afternoon. I crawled into a ball and cried and cried and cried some more. I didn’t want to live. I didn’t want to have ever been born.
Just as I saw the colors of dusk coming through the window, I remembered thinking days ago that I didn’t know what I wanted. Whether it was my lifestyle, my husband, Ben’s dick, sex, or acting. I knew now. I wanted my husband. All the rest of it could go to hell. I knew what I needed to do. I got up, looked in the mirror hating and disgusted by the one looking back at me. Having determined my path, I ignored that bitch in the mirror and got to work.
I feverishly straightened things up, putting everything in it’s place. It took several hours but I got it done very late at night. I took a long hot bath, washed all the clothes, and made our entire house a showplace. Wine was in the refrigerator for Titan and spring flowers were on the kitchen table. A special table that we had used only for romantic dinners was set with candles ready to go and a bouquet of roses in the center. I didn’t know when he was going to be home but I was going to be ready.
I also knew what I had to do that afternoon. I put on an expensive dress that Titan had bought me for parties at the country club and got into the car to head down to the theater. I was not acting tonight and I wasn’t explaining anything to anyone. I was quitting and walking out. I would never look back. Though my husband did not know what had happened, I was going to make it all up to him. He would be the king of our castle and I would be the princess that he always called me.
I felt almost like a new woman. I was getting moist with anticipation but all my thoughts were for one man. My dear Titan. Oh shit, I had set our wedding picture in it’s place but had forgotten to clean it off. I would take care of that the minute I got home.
I parked about a block from the theater along a well lit sidestreet. Most of the cast and crew was outside chatting and milling about but it did not appear that anyone had gone inside. As I got closer I could see that the theater was boarded and signs saying “Closed by Order of State Police” were posted all over it and yellow tape blocking the entrances.
Police cars were across the street and Sandra was in handcuffs. I started toward her but when she saw me, she scolded for all to hear, “It’s that damn whore’s fault. Why couldn’t you keep your slut legs closed.”
As she finished, I was pushed against the car and frisked by a husky female police officer. “Dear you are under arrest for prostitution,” she said.
“But I have never….” I began protesting.
“Girl, you took money to have sex and your director pimp paid you. Sounds like prostitution and pimping to me. Now you can explain it to the judge.”
“Where is Ben?” I said looking right at Sandra.
She stared at me as if she wished me dead but finally said, “I haven’t seen him.”
After being booked into jail, spending eight hours in a cell and appearing before a judge, I was released. The judge didn’t even ask me or my court appointed attorney a single question. He just released me on my own recognizance and told me to be back six weeks later for a hearing.
As I was walking back to where I had parked, I debated whether to call my husband but how would I explain what had happened. I walked the two miles from the jail to where I had parked to get my car but there was simply a sign hanging on the parking meter by the parking space where it had been saying “Vehicle returned to US Government vehicle services”.
I picked up my cell phone on the off chance that I could catch Titan. My phone no longer worked. I had some money in my purse so I flagged down a taxi and headed home. How was I going to explain this to Titan.
When I got home, my key would not work in the front door. I walked around to the side of the house hoping that the side door to the garage would be unlocked. When I went around the corner the garage was open.
Open, yes. But totally empty, except for my two large suitcases on the floor, a table top video machine setting on our anniversary dinner table and our cum smeared wedding picture. The video player had a yellow note on the screen that said, 'press the play button'.
I did and a video started. A sign flashed on the screen that said, “Watch carefully. After playing this video will automatically erase.” Then a video started.
The first scene was from a camera that had been mounted backstage showing Ben fucking me. It zoomed in and showed him pulling his cock out dripping. A second camera with equal zoom capability showed a video of me sucking his cock in the chair. Virtually every sex scene we had performed in the last two weeks was shown in high definition and zoomed in at appropriate moments. The next scene showed Ray and Ben fucking me in Ben’s dressing room. The last scene was from our inside our house showing Ben and Ray fucking me blindfolded and me licking their cum. The video then went to snow and after 2-3 seconds of snow another video started. Titan standing on some cliff near a beach with the vast open ocean in the background behind him. He started speaking.
“Welcome home my little slut. I couldn’t watch any more of that. I had to destroy the video at that point. I gave you love, a great home, nice cars, nice clothes, romantic dinners, exotic vacations, the lifestyle of a queen and I thought a great sex life. While I was away protecting our country, you chose instead to screw the first cock that you could, over and over, and then to try to humiliate me by having sex with me afterward. So this is what is going to happen. I and my brothers have already made the arrangements.”
“Charges against Sandra will be dropped after the press spreads her story throughout the entire entertainment industry. She will never direct again.”
“Your charges will be dropped before your scheduled court date.”
“Your stage hand Rodney tried to tell me about what was going on. I already knew it but he was the only one who tried to warn me. He is a good kid trying to just earn enough money to afford school. This morning he got a notice that he has a full scholarship.”
“Don’t worry about Ben or Ray either. Two year’s ago there was a brutal rape and murder that was never solved. The only lead was the semen from two men found on and in the bodies of the two girls. Thanks to semen that you provided in such a disgusting way from Ben by squeezing into my mouth and the helpful collection of Ray’s from a local hooker, that case can now be solved. Their DNA profiles are now the profiles listed in that cold case. They both were picked up this morning with two kilograms of cocaine in their car. State law requires that all charged felons give a DNA sample to be entered into the FBI data based. When theirs is entered, an immediate match to the rape and murder case will be made. Gotta love computers.”
“The house lease has been terminated. I have the one family vehicle. The bank account is empty. Your phone service is terminated and your cards no longer work. Your clothes are in your suit case. In the hope that you will want to change your life, in the top of your suitcase is a one-way bus ticket to your home town and enough money for you to take a taxi from our old house to the bus station. You will also find a pre-paid cell phone with enough money in the account for one call. Just my suggestion, but you might want to call your mom. Good luck. I hope it was worth it.”
I collapsed in tears, crawling toward my suitcase. Finding the flip phone right on top where he had said, I opened it and dialed with one hand while clutching my wedding photo with the other. It rang six times then I heard a familiar voice on the other end.
Through tears, I cried, “Mom...”
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