The Painful Truth

The Painful Truth

(Sequel to Hotel Blacked)

All characters are eighteen or older

I give Andy every opportunity to make up for his ‘short’ comings, but the more guys who fuck me, the smaller he seems to be. He’s still agitated over those black guys keeping me in their hotel room for hours with no word as to where I was located. Of course, they knew what they were doing. I told them repeatedly that I needed to get back.

“My husband will be worried,” I said. They laughed and kept banging my brains out. Apparently, they had never heard of a white guy watching black guys fucking his wife. They looked up cucking on the internet while they plowed my white pussy to pieces – becoming educated overnight about hotwives and cuckolds. They left me a mess on the doorstep of my hotel room four hours after I disappeared.

Andy told Brandon about what happened, and it turned into a major big stink. Brandon was madder at Andy than me. I was pissed that my husband said anything at all. It wasn’t any of Brandon’s business. What I do in a hotel during my vacation is completely my call.  I don’t owe my boy toy any explanations.

Brandon thinks he owns me as a sidepiece. I guess that’s true… in a way. He couldn’t give two shits about what he does to me in front of my hubby or how my hubby might feel or react. He’s accustomed to getting me when and wherever he cares to have me so long as the kids are out of the picture.

It’s crazy that a nineteen-year-old boy cucks me in front of my 34-year-old husband, but the kid is seven inches taller and works out every day at school or in his home gym over summer break. He’s a load to handle. Andy can’t manage or compete with him.

Brandon came over after we returned from our North Carolina trip.  He was spitting nails about my tryst with those black guys on the way to the beach. I was totally caught off guard. I had to escort him into the backyard because little ears could hear everything he was saying. That’s when he told me that Andy had messaged him, complaining I was slutting out. I almost blew a gasket.  What husband texts his wife’s lover to rat her out about sex with strangers?

Once the children were safely in bed, the three of us had a meeting in the master where I keep most of my equipment. I told Brandon that Andy’s account of that night was a lie… that I didn’t seduce anyone or even agree to have sex with those boys. Of course, I was fibbing on purpose because I knew it would light Brandon’s fire.

My midnight version of the events in question blamed my husband for the whole damn thing – letting me walk down the hall alone to get ice while he snoozed in our bed like a prince. “Those black guys picked me up and carried me to the parking lot where they insisted that I unlock the truck. They rummaged around for valuables and took what they wanted, then fucked me like a dog on all fours, one on either end.”

Andy vehemently objected, but Brandon believed me. “It was rape,” I told him. “And my husband jerked off while he watched from our fourth-floor window. He spewed cum on the glass. I saw it when I finally escaped back to my room.”

My boyfriend easily wrestled Andy to the floor once our argument began to turn physical. I cuffed my husband’s hands behind his back and tied his ankles together with Velcro while Brandon held him down. I keep all kinds of bondage equipment in my bedroom dresser, easy to access in case of emergency. There’s also an eight-inch stainless hunting knife for protection against intruders.

I jerked Andy’s shorts to his knees and slid the blade beneath his nut sack, resting his tiny testicles on the bright mirrored surface. “Nobody’s interested in your lies or your bullshit, so keep your trap closed until it’s time to clean me up.”

Andy’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets.  He wasn’t sure if I was serious, but he could tell I was angry.  “One smooth zip with this edge, and your worthless little balls will drop feebly to the floor like two pads of butter.  I wonder what excuse we can think up for such a terrible accident?” I smiled mischievously at Brandon and tapped Andy’s dangling marbles with the sharp, shiny metal. He was starting to get an erection.

“Go ahead and get it up,” I chuckled. “It makes it easier to cut it off.  Besides, I want you hard while you watch Brandon fuck me.”

Brandon wanted to screw me up the ass after hearing how the black boys sodomized me brutally. He didn’t have much trouble getting in. They had loosened me up good a week earlier. A little lube and two fingers had me ready in minutes. He punched me balls deep, doggy style like a professional. Thankfully, he took his time and didn’t rip me like those teens at the hotel. Once he shot his big load, he slipped out of me slowly. I felt his seed dribbling down my perinium, circling around the lips of my pussy.

“Get busy,” I told my husband. Brandon helped by shoving Andy’s face into my crack. “Lap it all up like a good little cuck.” It was the first time my hubby had ever cleaned me up after anal. I could sense the hesitation and loved it when Brandon forced him to comply. “Put your tongue up my ass,” I told him. I could tell that my anus was gaping wide open, and I pushed the semen out of my chute into his waiting mouth. “Suck it up,” I ordered, elated for him to gulp it all down.

I wasn’t done. One of my biggest fantasies since I started seeing Brandon was to make my husband suck my lover’s cock. Brandon has always refused, and Andy wouldn’t hear of it. This night was different. At least Brandon was willing to consider it. Maybe it was because he was so pissed about Andy watching complacently while his wife was getting raped… as if my husband could seriously do anything about it. 

Brandon got over his homophobic complex. “You always come twice,” I whispered in his ear, rubbing his bare chest as he stood there dripping. “This is what they do to the new guys in prison. It’s not homo, Brandon. It’s domination. I want you to be my husband’s daddy.”

Brandon let me rub Andy’s lips with the tip of his cock. I was so damn excited that his dick had been deep up my butt. “Open your mouth and take it,” I told my hubby. “If you bite it, I’m seriously going to cut off your balls and stuff them down your throat.” He let me push it in.

I put one hand on Brandon’s ass and the other behind my husband’s head, guiding the two together until my boyfriend was fucking my husband’s mouth. It wasn’t deep throat, but it was better than I ever imagined. “Yeah, suck that big dick,” I instructed. “Work your tongue around the bulb and massage those taste buds against his frenulum.”

I must admit, I found it necessary to rub my hard clit. I needed to climax so badly! “Don’t stop until he creams in your mouth,” I warned.

I kissed Brandon and played with his nipple while I circled my pearl to the rhythm of his cock pistoning in and out of Andy’s virgin throat. “Come on,” I urged him. “Dump it.” As Brandon groaned, I watched my husband try to handle the jets. Jizz was gushing out the corners of his mouth. It was so fucking hot that I made myself climax and squirted on my husband’s face. We were coming together. It was perfect.

“Lick his shaft clean,” I instructed Andy after Brandon finished. He couldn’t get that huge cock all the way in his mouth, so he had some more work to accomodate. “Get all that ass juice and semen off his rod.” I came again watching him lap up the residue. Cum was caked to my husband’s face, dripping down his chest.

“Lick his scrotum,” I finally insisted, lifting Brandon’s semi-erection so my husband could do a better job. “Suck those heavy balls that made me pregnant when you couldn’t. Worship them like I do.” They were almost too big to get into my husband’s mouth.

When it was over, I had Brandon retrieve the small cock cage that I keep in my bedside table. It’s been quite a while since I’ve used that on Andy. It was actually purchased by Stephanie, his previous demonic mistress. I put the cage on my husband’s dick, which is so small that it still allowed room for two vibrating eggs which run by remote control using my phone. “You can wear this tomorrow at work,” I told him, locking the thing up with a key. “I know the eggs won’t make you spurt, but I plan to keep you swollen for most of the day. I don’t care who hears the buzzing in your crotch.”