The buds of the headphones fitted snugly to the ears as the band pulled tight around the back of my head. Checking that my pony tail was free to float around rather than being pulled against the back of the head I gently rotated my hips. One last warm up before I started the five-mile run that I had planned. Keeping fit had always been something I did but now that I had found Michael, I felt the pressure to keep in shape even more. Not just because I wanted to make sure that I was desirable to him but also because I wanted to be able to keep up with the sexual adventure’s he was putting me through. His rock-hard body, large cock and insatiable appetite had left me feeling sore for the three days that had passed since I had seduced him in Krazie’s Bar. Then, as I took the first steps onto the road as I broke into a gentle warm-up jog my mind turned to the events of the morning after.

Reaching the end of the street, I turned right, my speed increasing as I attacked the hill that led into the mountains above the town. As I did so I also rolled over in the bed, the taste of cum still thick in my mouth. Lying next to me, Michael was already starting to doze again. I couldn’t blame him really, he had filled me six times if we included the time in Krazie’s bar. Taking me every couple of hours as his cock seemed to produce an endless stream of thick and tasty cum.

Looking up at the ceiling I recalled each of the sessions. After getting back from the bar we had screwed with me bent over the arm of the sofa in the living room as Roger watched then after a couple of drinks to recover, I had blown his cock. Thick cum squirting up and into my face as Roger ate my pussy from below as I straddled his eager mouth. Afterwards, my face covered with cum I had lain on the floor, Roger joining me as he had kissed my lips before licking my face clean.

By then it had been two in the morning and Roger, too tired to care anymore had headed for the spare room while I had escorted Michael into the bed I normally shared with my husband. There, lying on my back, I had been taken missionary, our lips meeting in passionate embrace as Michael’s cock filled me like a lover. It had been the most gentle of all of our moments together that night, intense and loving bringing a feeling of immense pleasure even though I did not orgasm.

Two hours later, his body recovered, Michael’s lust filled him again and I was woken to the sensation of his cock entering me from behind. At first, we had spooned but then, eager and feeling refreshed he pulled me up to my feet before lifting me up. Curling my legs over his arms, the cold of the wall sent a shiver through my back as Michael thrust me against it. Still unsatisfied from the last session I came hard, my screams echoing through the house as Michael pushed deep into me. Finally, when he came, his load filled my hole before dribbling out and dripping onto the floor as his cock retreated from its mission.

Then, just after seven in the morning I had l found myself awake next to his slumbering form, feeling the need to show Michael how much pleasure he had given me. Glancing along the length of his body, I realised that Michael was, beneath the sheets, fully erect and the need to please him took over. Sliding under the sheets I had put his took between my lips and gently sucked and tugged on the only part of him that was fully awake until somehow, amazingly, his balls managed to release yet again. Their juice bursting forward and into my mouth as above a gentle grunt emanated from him lips. Rolling back over I had licked my lips for a moment before leaning over I kissed him and climbed from the bed.

As I considered the events that took place after that blow job I was brought back into the real world. Already over a mile into my run I had to stop and consider the traffic as I crossed the road. Reaching the other side, I heard a beep from a car horn. The noise was enough that it overpowered the sound of the music in my ears and for a moment I tuned it out. “Sexy ass!” shouted a voice and I glanced to my right just in time to see a car pass, it’s male passenger staring out the open window at me. Taking a moment, I considered the clothes that I had picked for my run, tight, grey leggings that showed off my ass and a black crop top that left my midriff exposed.

“Yeah,” I thought to myself, “I can see why you might dig my look.” Then I thought about how the people watching might not want to see my face up close, taught with the stress of running as sweat dribbled down my brow under the hot sun. “Fuck!” I said out loud as I realised that my mind was suddenly dwelling on the sensations of my body, tiredness quickly engulfing me. Reaching up with my hand, I upped the volume on the music so that it drowned out those thoughts and moments later my mind lapsed back into memories.

Back in my bedroom, the taste of Michael’s second blowjob lingering in my mouth I rose from the bed eager to seek out a drink. Believing that the only people in the house were myself, Michael and Roger, I stepped out onto the landing naked. Taking a step towards the bathroom, the door to Kyle’s room suddenly swung open and a young woman stepped out. She was also naked and as the door closed behind her, we stared at each other.

Shorter than me, her slim body looked amazing with small yet rounded boobs topping her figure. Below, she had a noticeable and sexy line of pubic hair which stopped just above her labia, otherwise she looked to be completely smooth. “Umm, hi,” the girl said hesitantly as she looked at my equally naked body, “Kyle insisted there would be nobody at home.”

“Did he?” I asked more rhetorically than anything, “I’m surprised he came home after last night?”

“I think he would be surprised that you did, he told me that you had seduced his best friend, how could you do that to your own son? And what about your husband?”

“You have no right to judge me.” I replied as a sensation of anger built within me. “My husband is comfortable with what I have done, in fact he supports it one hundred percent.”

“Really?”

The girl was starting to test my patience but the sound of the door to my left opening attracted the attention of both of us. “What’s going on?” it was Roger, dressed in a pair of boxer shorts, who must have been disturbed by the chatter. “Liz, who are you talking to?” Blinking his eyes, Roger took a moment to absorb the full scene before him, “Oh! Who are you?” he asked his attention fully taken by the girl as lust filled his eyes.

“It appears she came home with Kyle last night.”

“Kyle came home, I’m surprised after he discovered the truth about his mother.”

“See, your husband doesn’t approve,” the girl interjected, her voice rising slightly in protest at my behaviour.

“What are you on about?” asked Roger, “Liz is amazing as a black cock slut, I love nothing more than her getting pounded by real men.”

“Real men?”

“Yes,” it was my turn to speak now, “real men, Roger take down your boxers,” I demanded. Waiting a moment for him to comply I watched as he exposed his average sized cock. “See that, how could I as a sexual being be pleased with that all my life. Look at his body, it’s not in bad shape but it is a bit flabby while his cock is, well, small.” The girl looked shocked at the revelation and the way I spoke about Roger, but I could see from his face that the chatter was thrilling him. “Meanwhile,” I said as I approached the door to my bedroom, “that is what has been fucking me tonight.” Opening the door to the bedroom the girl looked inside at just the right moment. Michael had thrown off the bed sheets and his muscular body was fully displayed along with his cock, enormous as it was even when soft.

Closing the door over again I smiled at the girl, “let’s go downstairs and chat while the men sleep?” Nodding, I took her by the hand and led her down into the kitchen. “Do you want a cup of tea?” I asked and the girl nodded again, speechless as she processed the detail of what she had seen.

Turning my back on her, I leaned over to the kettle and pulled it towards me before heading for the sink. Behind, I could feel her eyes staring at my body as I stretched out over the sink to reach the taps. “You have a great body for your age,” the girl commented as the sound of running water filled the room.

“Thanks,” I replied as I turned and walked back towards her, “it has taken a lot of work to remain in shape as I have got older.”

“How old are you? Thirty-Five?”

“I wish, besides what do you take me for?Tthat would have made me seventeen when Kyle was born… I’m in my forties now.”

“And how long have you been this…”

The girl paused, not sure what the correct word to use was. “Hotwife, I’m technically a Hotwife and Roger is a Cuckold.”

“Hotwife? Cuckold?”

“Yes, there’s an entire scene out there, look it up on the Internet. The Hotwife is the woman who loves being fucked by hunky, hung, men while the Cuckold is the husband who gets pleasure from it happening…”

The girl stared in shock at what she was being told.

“The ultimate in the Hotwife scene is to be seen as a Queen of Spades, a white woman who only shares herself with black men. Allowing herself to be available to any and all Big Black Cock.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, you can look it up on the Internet and trust me, in time, if you were to remain with Kyle, I reckon he would eventually embrace the whole Cuckold thing as well.”

The girl considered the point for a moment, “you mean I would become a Hotwife as well?”

“Yes, why not, you can love your husband or boyfriend while getting everything you need sexually on demand.”

“I don’t know about that, I love Kyle more than you could ever know.”

“Love, already?” The words surprised me. I was under the impression that Kyle was too busy playing the field to settle down.

“Yes, we discussed it last night, we’ve been seeing each other on and off for a while but we are both ready to commit to each other.”

Stumbling slightly on a bump in the pavement, I twisted my ankle, sending a pain up my leg and bringing my mind back to the here and now. I was up on the mountain road, an undulating route that wound its way around steep cliffs and narrow valleys. Stopping for a moment I stretched out my foot checking that it was still usable while holding on to the railing that prevented people from falling over the side. The view was breath taking with entire town stretching out beneath me. Below, perched at the edge of the mountains, I could see my house and the small street that it sat in the middle of. From here it looked so small and, so far away, and I wondered about how I was going to get back if my ankle did not recover.

Beep beep, a car horn attracted my attention and I spun round sharply expecting to see another person leering over my body. Instead though, the car that had honked at me glided to a stop, a large, muscular, black guy sitting in the passenger seat, “hey, Liz, nice to meet you.”

I considered the options available to me and wondered whether I should just go with letting such a powerful looking, alpha male fuck me. Then I thought about what I had agreed with Michael, he would be number one for now. Others could have me but only with his permission, I was to be submissive to him and him alone unless he instructed otherwise.

Not moving from my position, I leaned back against the rail as I wondered about my options if I needed to escape. “Who wants to know?” I called out nervously.

“Liz!” a head appeared next to the man in the passenger seat, a face I did recognise adorning it, the face of Michael. “Liz, get over here and let my cousin ogle your tits will you?”

I knew that it was a rhetorical question, what Michael was really saying was, “right now I own your ass and I want you to flash my cousin.”

Pulling away from the railing I wandered over and leaned into the car, my ass projecting into the air as I bent forward. “This is Tony, he’s my cousin and has just flown in today so I am just showing him the sights.”

“Hi Tony,” I said, giving him a broad smile now that I knew I was safe and was close enough to really appreciate his body.

“Hey Toy.”

“Tony is a professional athlete and the season has just finished, he has a few weeks until he needs to go back so in the meantime, he thought he’d come and see the world my family lives in.”

“Wow, impressive!” I replied, “do you like what you have seen so far?”

“Yeah…” Tony drawled in his reply, “I really am enjoying the sight.” As he spoke, I realised that Tony was looking directly down the cleavage of my crop top.

“Toy, why don’t you give him a proper look?” Michael suggested and I glanced into his eyes looking for reassurance as to what he was asking. “Don’t worry, I’ve told him about our relationship.” Leaning back for a moment I looked up and down the road satisfying myself that there was nobody about and then carefully I pushed my way further into the car until my breasts passed through the window. Then, reaching down I tugged at my crop top until my boobs sprung free, the sudden coldness of the air making the nipples stand on end.

“Mmmm,” groaned Tony gently as I felt his huge hands touched the skin either side of my tits. “Your lucky for a lady of your age to have such shapely breasts.”

“Thanks,” I replied as I realised that I was starting to get really turned on by the situation. Up until that point, any desire had been smouldering due to my run whereas now it was becoming a roaring fire.

“Toy, I want you to do something for me, something sexual that will prove your loyalty?” Michael asked and I looked at him to see his eyes were filled with wicked, sexual thoughts.

“You know our deal Mikey, I agreed to serve your every need until you bored of me.”

Michael grinned at the response, and I knew instantly that it was going to involve Tony. “My cousin is here for a week, he is staying with my family tonight but for the rest of the week he is staying in a hotel.”

Nodding in understanding I smiled at the thought, “you want me to stay with him one night?”

“No no no,” Michael said, and I felt my face fall slightly as the thought that I might not be allowed to be fucked by Tony filled my mind. “I don’t want you to stay with him one night, I want you to stay with him all week.”

“You want me to move out and go live with Tony all week?”

“Yes, he needs the company and he avoids sex so much during the season that he is eager to make up for it. I figure that you, as my black cock slut, would be perfect to serve his needs.”

“And what about your needs?”

“Oh, if I need you, I will visit you.”

My mind raced with all sort of thoughts as I considered the situation, “so for the entire week I will be a slut available for both of you at any point, eager to be fucked and filled as you choose?”

“I think your good at this slut thing,” Tony interjected as he tweaked both of my nipples.

“No is not an option, which is why you have a day to sort things out with Roger,” Michael added. “I’ll pick you up at midday tomorrow, do you want a lift now?”

“No, I want to try and finish this run.”

“OK, well Tony and I need to go and meet my mother so take care.”

“I will,” I replied before pulling myself back out of the car. Standing upright I started to pull my crop top back down, tugging it into place until it was comfortable. As I did so, Tony’s hand extended from the car and his fingers gently inserted themselves into the top of my leggings for a moment. “Just a little bit lower,” I thought to myself, “you can have me all you want.” Instead though the fingers retracted and with a screech of wheels the car pulled away.

“Better get home,” I thought to myself and taking a few testing strides to make sure that my ankle was fine I slowly regained my pace and as I did so my mind wandered again.

“Your making a commitment to each other? You mean that you are both going to stop sleeping around?”

“Yes,” the girl who I had just discovered was Kyle’s first proper girlfriend replied. “We’ve both been complete slags for months and now we are going to only have sex with each other.” I nodded in understanding, looking the girl up and down again and wondering just how many guys she had been with. “Twenty-three,” the girl spoke as I stared at her body.

“Mmmm… twenty -three?” I asked, not sure what she was trying to get at.

“Yes, twenty-three, I figure since you are being so open with me about your sex life I might as well tell you the truth. I’ve been with twenty-three guys and Kyle was originally number eight.”

“Does he know how many you have been with since you first slept together?”

“Yes, he calls me his slut because of it.”

“A true slut sleeps around irrespective of their relationship status,” I thought to myself but luckily avoided saying out loud. “Do you like being called his slut?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you might, my husband calls me the same.”

“I think your probably beyond just being a slut.”

“What would you call me then?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders, “I’m not sure, I guess you could be a tramp or a whore.”

Considering the words for a moment I played them through my head. “I can live with that, I’m not a prostitute but I agree I am probably a whore.”

The kettle had finished boiling and setting two cups I filled them with hot water, “do you want milk?” I asked and the girl nodded. “Can you pass it to me from the fridge, it’s behind you.” Waiting for a moment I watched as the girl had to turn her back on me. She bent forward and opened the fridge as I admired her ass. “I think Michael would enjoy taking her,” I thought to myself as I waited for the milk to arrive. Eventually it did and I carefully removed the tea bags and added a dollop of the white liquid as my mind thought about tea with cum in it instead.

The thought was making me horny again and I realised that I needed a release. Returning the milk, I passed a cup to the girl before taking hold of my own. The drink was hot but refreshing and it took the taste of cum from my mouth. “Do you want to experience something?” I asked, my voice nervous as I spoke.

“No, I’m not interested in being fucked by your lover.”

The use of the word lover suggested that the girl was opening her mind to accepting my lifestyle.

“Oh no, I wasn’t going to suggest that, but I thought you might want to watch.”

“You want me, my possible future mother in law, to watch you taking cock?”

“Yes.”

The girl hesitated for a moment and that said to me that she was not against the experience. “Come on,” I said putting my cup of tea down and stepping towards her. I took hold of the girl’s hand and led her back upstairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind us in the process. Michael still lay on the bed, his body uncovered but this time his cock was no longer soft and instead was rising up his body rock hard. I pointed it out to the girl who gasped at seeing its size.

Letting her sit on a laundry basket next to the door I crept onto the bed and up to Michael’s naked body. Swinging a leg over I straddled him and holding myself upright took a moment to check that my pussy was wet and willing. Then, reaching down I lifted Michael’s cock up, adjusting my body so that for a moment I held it up in front of me, its length extending until the head passed my belly button.

I raised my eyebrows at the girl and watched as she slowly opened her legs and with a finger started to pluck at her clitoris.  A quick move of my hips, up and over Michael’s cock and his head disappeared inside me. I slide him deeper and deeper, my cunt so wet and loose from the previous sessions and the excitement of this one until I slid down into his lap. Moving my hips, I gently tugged at his cock with my pussy lips in reverse cowgirl as the girl continued to play with herself.

A groan came from behind me and I realised that Michael was slowly waking up. He slapped my arse with a bare hand, and I moaned in response. Then two hands grabbed hold of my hips and started to bounce me up and down. I giggled as my tits started to jiggle and then after a dozen or so thrusts Michael pushed at me to get me to climb off him. Pulling to one side I looked back at him, “we have an audience this time,” I said, and he sat upright and looked at the girl.

“Lisa?” he asked on seeing the girl, “what are you doing in here?”

“I think I’d better go,” she replied on being seen by Michael and started to lower one of her legs which was hitched up on the laundry basket.

Climbing off the bed I took hold of her hand and steadied her fears, “it’s OK, if Kyle isn’t happy with you watching porn then he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Watching porn? I’m in a room watching Kyle’s mother getting fucked by Kyle’s best friend.”

“But you are not taking part, you are essentially watching interracial porn.”

The break in fucking had left Michael desperate for more and he jumped off the bed and joined me, his cock bouncing just inches from Lisa’s body. Lifting one of my legs, he placed it on the laundry basket between Lisa’s and then holding himself by the length he glided the head into my hole. Inserted he started to fuck me hard as I braced myself against the wall over Lisa’s head, my breasts jiggling in her face.

Looking down I could see that she was playing with herself again while an orgasm had already built within her so that she was close to the edge. Reaching down with one hand I held on to the one that she was not using to play with herself as our eyes met. The idea that an eighteen year old girl was going to orgasm beneath me while my lover ploughed into me with his enormous, black, cock filled me with excitement, bringing me to the edge of my own orgasm. Soon not only was I looking into Lisa’s pre-orgasmic face, but she was also staring into mine.

We came together, our interlaced fingers squeezing each other as we reached the point of no return. Behind, Michael was still pumping away his own orgasm still in the distance as my head collapsed, falling on to Lisa’s breasts. As my climax subsided, I realised that my mouth was on top of her left nipple which had become hard with my breath and her orgasm. For a moment I sucked on it gently until Lisa grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head away from her chest.  We looked into each other’s eyes and she kissed me deeply, our tongues meeting as she did so.

Breaking off the embrace, Lisa looked into my eyes. “I need to go I need to get back to Kyle before he wonders what is going on.” I nodded and with effort managed to lift my body up and push myself and Michael back towards the bed. Understanding what I was trying to do, Michael threw me down onto the bed, causing me to land on my back. Then, he climbed on top and carefully I wrapped my legs around his body while he thrust into me like a piledriver. Unlike the earlier time when our missionary position had been passionate and almost loving this time it was brutal as Michael took what he wanted from me without concern for my needs.

To be taken like that was amazing and it was not long before I was ready to orgasm again. This time though, as I came, Michael also released and his cum shot deep into my belly, his body rigid and his cock buried in me until finally, the tension went and exhausted he collapsed onto my chest. Panting deeply the two of us lay there, Michael’s penis holding the cum inside me as I pleasured in my role as his whore.

By the time Michael and I had showered and made it downstairs Lisa, Kyle and Roger were already dressed and gathered in the living room. Carefully and purposefully I got Michael to sit on the sofa near to Roger while Lisa sat on top of Kyle in the chair opposite. For a moment I studied my son and his girlfriend who was now wearing the skimpy black dress that she must have been wearing the night before.

“Hi, and who do we have here?” I offered pretending that I had not met Lisa before as I took a seat on Kyle’s lap, my short, casual, green skirt riding up to flash my knickerless pussy for a moment. Sitting down made my braless boobs jiggle in the white t-shirt I was wearing to cover them.

“This is my girlfriend mother, the love of my life and despite what happened last night I wanted to introduce her to you.” There was a hint of anger in his voice as he spoke, and I stretched out my legs so that my bare feet touched against Roger’s thigh. My husband placed a hand on top of them and gently stroked the skin as Kyle continued to speak. “What I was not expecting was for you to be so open about…” His voice trailed off rather than finishing the sentence.

“About what?” I asked the question and held the room for a moment with just a look. “About this?” with a wave of my hand I indicated Roger and Michael in one go. “Do you not like the fact that your mother enjoys sex? Or is it the fact that I am enjoying sex with another man who is not your father, or even the fact that it is your friend?”

“Some of it,” Kyle replied as he glowered at the three of us, “all of it?”

“Kyle, I know you have seen your father and Michael naked, and I also know that deep inside you understand why a woman with a healthy sex life would want Michael rather than your father.”

“But how does Dad feel about it?” the anger in his voice was not going away.

“I really enjoy it, I love your mother but I am at an age where the greatest pleasure I get is from watching her getting fucked rather than doing all that work myself.” The comment from Roger caught Kyle off guard and for a moment he just stared at his father in shock.

“But…” Kyle halted in his tracks as he spoke, “But it’s Michael, hung and black, how can you be comfortable with Mum being taken by him.”

“You just answered your own question son, he’s hung and black, I love knowing your mother is being used by a hung black guy and she loves giving herself up to him.”

“Used?”

“Yes, used.” Roger said in response to Kyle’s question. “There is nothing equal or loving about what is happening. Sexually your mother needs to feel like the property of a real man and Michael provides that feeling.”

“Kyle,” I said, intervening in the conversation. “Your father is right, there is nothing equal or loving about this. I’m not having an affair, not seeking love, this is pure lust, brutal, honest sex in which I give myself to Mikey for him to use as he sees fit. I get a buzz out of being his whore and he enjoys me as his whore.” The use of the word whore caused Lisa’s eyes to brighten for a moment as she carefully draped an arm around Kyle and comforted him.

“So, what happens when he asks you to join some of his black friends in a gangbang?”

“Does he do that?” I asked before turning my attention to Michael, “do you organise all black gangbangs?”

“Once or maybe twice.” Michael replied with a grin on his face.

“In that case,” I replied looking at Roger for reassurance, “I guess I am going to an all black gangbang.”

On hearing my reply Kyle pushed Lisa from his lap and stood up. “Come one Lisa,” he demanded as he walked from the room.  A moment passed and Lisa whisper an apology to me before following, the front door slamming shut as they left the house.

“Would you really do that?” Michael asked as I felt him slowly push a hand that had been resting behind me along the small of my back until it disappeared under my t-shirt.

“The question had never come up before,” I replied as the hand rose up my back before it reached round to cup my far breast. His fingers played idly with my nipple, a fact that I could see Roger was fully aware of as he stared directly at the same boob. “I always thought it more likely that we would have this night and you would walk away leaving me to find another black cock.”

Michael smiled at my reply before looking at Roger, “what do you think cuck, would you be happy in me becoming a more regular feature in Liz’s life?”

“I guess it depends on what that means but I am comfortable with it if my wife is.”

Using his hands, Michael indicated for me to stand up and a moment later he also rose from his seat. Then, carefully he guided me into the spot he had just vacated, and I pulled my feet up and under me. One legged crossed while the other was bent straight up. In that moment I knew that I had exposed myself again.

Standing in front of both of us as if he was trying to sell us insurance or presenting at a conference Michael smiled. “Look, I’ve been hoping to find a woman who understands my needs,” he said. “That does not mean I want someone who is well behaved and faithful as I have no intention of keeping my dick away from other women. I want, as you said just now to Kyle, a whore, specifically a submissive whore.”

“What does that mean?” It was Roger who had asked the question.

“For me a submissive whore is a woman who is available to me at the drop of a hat, will provide me with anything I ask for sexually whenever I ask for it, without complaint. A woman who gets a buzz from big black cocks and, yes, will attend an all black gangbang if I request it.”

“You want a living, breathing sex toy who you can do and have done as you please?” It was me who posed the question this time and I watched the smile on Michael’s face as he realised, I understood what he was asking.

“Yes.”

“Hang on one moment,” I replied and taking Roger by the hand I encouraged him to his feet and led him into the kitchen. Closing the door, I stood close so that we could whisper to each other, our eyes entwined as I saw that the love between us was still strong. “What do you think?”

“I guess it depends on what needs he will have,” Roger replied.

“You’ve seen what happens online, I know you’ve been sticking your oar into this community for a while, there is no way of predicting his needs or wants. We would just have to go along with his demands.”

“What do you think?”

“You really need me to tell you?”

Without asking, Roger stuck a hand between my legs and felt my vagina. “There’s no need to ask you, your sopping wet pussy tells me all that I need to know.”

“So, we agree with it then?”

“You’re the Hotwife, how the sex plays out is your decision.”

For a moment I stared at the wall, not looking at anything in particular, just lost in thought. Biting my bottom lip as I did so I considered the situation. “OK, I’m in,” I said knowing that Roger would say nothing in reply.

Together we walked back into the living room where Michael had taken a seat on chair that Kyle had left only minutes before. “And?” he asked as he saw the two of us appear.

“We’ve talked and agreed that it is my decision as to what happens.”

“Well at least the Cuck understands his role,” Michael answered sarcastically.

“I want in, I will submit completely to your needs as long as when I am not being used by you Roger and I are free to carry on being a normal, married couple.”

“You mean that I can control who you have sex with except for Roger but that my needs come first?”

“Mm mmm” I nodded as I feared that Michael would say no.

“That’s fine, I can live with that.”

“Oh, and I want some sort of symbol of ownership.”

“That’s fine… I’ll get you an ankle chain with a Queen of Spades logo on it and a large, black symbol of Mars. I can get that for you this afternoon.”

Realising that I was turning back into my street my mind cleared of the memories from the other day again. Pounding this last few metres I came to a stop just outside my house, noticing that Roger’s car was on the drive. It was unusual for him to be home so early, but it did mean that I would get to discuss Michael’s demand with him.

Walking up to the front door I finally became aware of the chain that adorned my right ankle, exposed as it was by the fact that I had worn trainer socks for my run. Looking down I smiled as the Queen of Spades logo glistened in the light. “Roger will just have to accept that he is a Cuck and that I am a Hotwife sworn to serve Michael,” I thought to myself as I rung the doorbell.

A moment later Roger opened the door to me, and we embraced as I panted heavily, the run still hurting my body. “We need to talk,” I said as I stepped into the hallway, “Michael has given me an instruction.”

“You’re going to stay with his cousin Tony for a week?” Roger replied taking me by surprise that he already knew what I was going to say.

“How do you know?”

Holding up the mobile phone that sat in his hand Roger smiled, “Michael has added us to a chat group so he can instruct you from afar and I know what is being asked of you.”

“Tony looks amazing, I can’t wait,” I said in between efforts to catch my breath.

“And I will look forward to your return.”

Find out what happens next in My Son’s Friend 4

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