Taken or given? Part 4

My wife allows herself to come under Jimmy's control and he takes maximum advantage of her.

After the Saturday night at the casino, I was still not too concerned about my wife's behavior. She had become a shared-wife/hot-wife/slut-wife as I had been fantasizing about for years, and our sex life had never been better.

We had a long talk that next Sunday, and I told Sam I was a little surprised at how she reacted to things. She admitted that nothing she did was really new to her, explaining that she was pretty uninhibited during her "experimental phase" when she was in college. Recall that we weren't dating at that time.

Apparently she was a lot more "uninhibited" than I was, and had been holding back on the details of her escapades. I did eventually learn about them, and if there's interest, maybe I'll reveal them. They are pretty hot.

On Monday morning Aunt-Flo arrived, so there was no more fun for the next week. I know some women enjoy anal sex during this time of the month, but Sam gets cramps which makes her irritable. For what she told me, it seemed this annoyed Jimmy as much a me.

A week later Flo was gone, but Sam was still a little crabby, so I didn't try to start anything with her that night. The next day (Tuesday), I received a text from her that she was going to Jimmy's apartment for "lunch". I knew what that really meant.

Over dinner, I asked her about her "quickie" with Jimmy. She giggled.

"You know there's really no such thing with him." She said.

"Not a 'wam, bam, thank you mam' kind of guy, eh?"

"Not really his style, no."

"So, it was a really long lunch break then?" I asked.

"A little, yeah, but not enough to get noticed by Andy."

Andy is her boss. She works in the shipping department of a computer manufacturer and their two offices are down near the loading docks, somewhat isolated from the rest of the company. Mostly she interacts with the Andy, the truckers, and of course, Jimmy.

"Tell me about it your not so quick, quickie." I said.

"When we got to his place we kissed and stripped off our clothes pretty much in the first minute. Then I gave him a blow job until he came, which didn't take long. It was a big load too. I think he had been saving it up for a few days."

"He never really got soft, and after I had him fully hard again, he pushed me onto his bed and fucked me for about 20 minutes in a few different positions. After he came again, we took a quick shower together so we didn't smell like sex, although I think he would have preferred that. I just couldn't risk it with Andy since he's kind of a prude."

"How many times did you cum?" I asked.

She knew not to tell me she didn't keep count because I damn well knew she did.

"Only 3 times."

ONLY 3 times. It took me, Paul, and Tom over an hour working together to do that, but here this one guy was able to match us in just 20 minutes. Once again an alarm bell was going off in my mind somewhere, but I either couldn't hear it or didn't want to.

That night, after verifying her pussy was clean, I brought her to another orgasm using my mouth. Then I made love to her with my cock to remind her what was always waiting for her back home. We both fell asleep satisfied.

The next day I get a text about 4:00 from Sam, asking if it was OK with me if she went to Jimmy's after work. I was tempted to say no because she had just been there yesterday, but I didn't want to sound jealous. Besides, I had said it was her choice and that she didn't need any further permission from me.

Stupid, I know, but it was still hot thinking about her taking his fat black cock in her white, married pussy. So I texted her back saying it was her choice. Then she responded that it might get late because they were going out to dinner first, and not to wait up for her. Sure, like I was going to be able to fall asleep. Not.

I don't know exactly when she finally did come home because I was almost asleep in the recliner, but I know it was after midnight. When she leaned over to kiss me, I noticed her tits were swinging free under her sundress.

"Did he steal another set of underwear?" I groaned.

"No, they're in my purse. I took them off before I left work."

"What? Why?"

"He dared me. And I thought it would be a good way to keep him from taking them."

"Weren't you worried that Andy would notice?"

"No, he left early. Just before I texted you, in fact."

"So you worked your last hour naked, except for just that thin sundress. Who saw you besides Jimmy?" I asked.

"Just a couple of drivers, and I know they won't say anything."

"How do you know that?"

"Because they liked it too much. They're hoping to see me like that again, so they won't risk getting me fired. They all know Andy is a prude."

I should have been mad that she was risking her job, but we really didn't need her income; she only worked to keep from being bored and to provide extra spending money on vacation. Even more than that, the image of her dressed like that at work, allowing other men to ogle her, was so hot.

"Take it off." I said as I unbuckled my belt.

"I'm kind of sore, baby." She whined.

"Too bad. Take it off and sit right here." I said as I slid my pants and underwear down.

Sam undid the rest of the buttons on the dress and slipped it off. Wait, when did she undo the top three? Did she come in like that?

As she sat on my lap, I slid my cock into her juicy cunt and pulled her mouth down to mine. After a deep kiss, I started sucking on her hard nipples.

"So when did you undo the top three buttons?" I asked between tits.

"Jimmy did that before I left and made me promise not to button them back up."

No wonder her tits were almost spilling out when she first leaned over me. I had been trying for years to get her to do daring things like that, but she always refused. Now she was doing this for that young buck, Jimmy?

"God, what a slut you've become." I moaned into her tits.

I was starting to think about taking her out onto the back patio, but that image was too much for me and my cock exploded, filling her with more man juice. It was so intense I almost passed out.

"Earth to Pete." I heard my wife say. "Are you OK?"

"Fuuuuuck. That was awesome. You are one hot fuck." I mumbled.

"Come on, stud. Let's go to bed. We both have to get up early tomorrow for work."

I couldn't disagree with that.

The next morning I told her I needed her home the rest of the week after work, but I didn't care about the 'nooners'. She was very understanding on the surface, but it felt like she was resentful underneath. Then again, I have a mixed record of reading Sam, especially lately.

And she did do the "lunch" thing on Thursday and Friday, mostly I think because her boss had "business" lunches those days and wouldn't notice if she took longer breaks herself. On Friday evening, she did surprise me though, with a request.

"Jimmy wants to sleep with me." She said.

"What have you been doing up until now?"

"Fucking. But he wants to fall asleep with me and wake up the next day with me beside him. I think he jealous of the fact you get to do that everyday."

"I suppose, if you want to. But it would have to be on the weekend." I said. Maybe a little to quickly.

"Oh, thank you baby. I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself here. We still need to figure out which weekend will work."

"I already checked, and we are completely free this weekend. Jimmy has already told me that would be great for him."

"Hold on, you already have it all planned?" I asked.

"I know you wanted me to be home all week, but I didn't think the weekend counted. So we talked about me going over there tomorrow night and coming home Sunday morning. You're OK with that, are you darling?"

I never could say no when she gave me those puppy-dog eyes.

Sam spent the late afternoon on Saturday showering, shaving, and primping. Not nearly as much as some girlfriends I've had, but more than usual for her. She was normally a very practical woman.

When she finally emerged from the bedroom, she had on a simple blouse and skirt. Nice, but nothing fancy. The way her nipples tented the fabric, I could tell she didn't have a bra on.

"Panties?" I asked.

She lifted her skirt and showed me her nearly bare pussy. Still shaved smooth on the lips, but a neatly trimmed triangle on top. She shrugged her shoulders.

"What's the point? I won't be wearing them for long."

So I kissed my wife passionately and then sent her off to her black lover to spend the rest of the night and the next morning with. I was anxious and excited in equal portions. I admit that I jacked off that night as I laid in our bed, wondering how many times he had already made her cum.

Would he wake her up in the middle of the night and fuck her languidly for hours? What would the morning bring? I had an image of her riding his morning wood and then joining him in the shower where he would pick her up and push her against the tile wall while he pounded her tender, well used cunt.

"Your thick black cock feels so good in my married pussy." She moans in his ear.

"You're such a hot slut. I could fuck you all day." He growls back.

Yeah, it was a long, restless night for me. Surely hers was much better. I felt a little sorry for myself.

The next morning I took a cold shower because I didn't want to be tempted to masturbate again. I think it helped, but not as much as I was hoping.

I was expecting to hear from Sam by mid morning and when I didn't, I tried to call her, but it just went to voice mail. So I left her short text to let me know when she would be leaving. About 20 minutes later I received a reply.

"Having a gr8 time, not done yet"

As I was puzzling over this unusual (for my wife) texting style, I received a picture from her. It was a closeup of her sucking a black cock. I was surprised she allowed Jimmy to take a picture like this. Maybe because he was using her phone? Then another one arrived. This one showed her riding his cock while he was on his back. Her eyes were closed and it looked like she was cumming or close to it.

I waited another couple of hours, expecting to hear back from her, but nothing. So I texted her again, reminding her that we agreed she would come home in the morning and now it was almost noon. This time she responded within a few minutes.

"Your wife needs moar black cock"

That wasn't from my wife. She never refers to herself in the 3rd person. I tried calling and it went to voice mail. I texted, "Call me NOW!" A minute later my cell rang; it was Sam's phone.

"Hey." It was my wife's voice. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is you're not here where your supposed to be."

"Sorry, honey, I lost track of the time. Is it OK if I stay for a few more hours? I haven't had my fill of black cock yet."

She sounded a bit off to me, and I could hear a voice in the background that seemed to be coaching her. My lust turned into furious anger.

"Give the phone to Jimmy." I said in a cold, serious tone.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it." I said a little louder, some of my anger coming through.

"He wants to talk to you." I heard her say. Then a man answered. "Waz up?"

"Send my wife home right now, or I'm coming over there, and I won't be alone." I said.

"Oh yeah, who you gonna bring wit ya?" He said with a cocky tone.

"Two guys named Smith and Wesson. And they aren't the type of people you ever want to see angry."

"You don't even know where I live." He responded with less confidence.

"I already pinged that phone. I know exactly where you are. So do what I told you or face the consequences. If my wife doesn't call me from the car in 5 minutes, I'm grabbing my friends and heading out." I said and hung up.

Almost exactly 5 minutes later I received a call from Sam.

"I'm on my way now." She said.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, just tired and sore. I'll tell you about it when I get home. I just want to concentrate on driving right now."

"All right. Drive carefully and I'll see you soon. Love you."

"I love you too."

I followed her phone all the way home, not fully trusting Jimmy. When she pulled into the garage 20 minutes later, the tension and anxiety drained away. Until she walked through the door into the kitchen.

Her hair was a mess, and it looked like she had been crying recently. The only thing she was wearing was a small towel that barely covered her tits and pussy. There was some sort of black writing in a semicircle right under her collarbone.

I stepped up to her to get a better look. It said "Black Cock Slut" in neat script. I could see some hickeys on her neck. I gently pulled the towel away from her body. There were more hickeys on her tits; her nipples looked red and abused.

My eyes moved further down her body. All of her remaining pubic hair had been removed. Where that used to be was now a fancy letter "Q" and the image of a spade. They were marking her as a Queen of Spades - a woman who only fucked black men. I had to admire the quality. It was instantly recognizable. Was this one of Jimmy's hidden talents?

"Draw me a bath and I'll tell you everything." She says softly.

I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. I started filling the tub with hot water, the way she likes it. She settles in and sighs.

"That feels good."

"I have a lot of questions." I said.

"I know, but first let me tell you what happened, because I think that will answer most of them."

"OK, I'll try to hold back until you are finished. But I can't promise that I won't interrupt."

To be continued...