2 White Wives & 2 Black Men Ch. 05

From: Monica H-------

To: Greg H-------

Date: March 2, 2019 2:01 AM

Subject: The drug-fueled, sex-crazed end to my weekend!!

Hon, first of all, I love you. This next part might be painful for you to read. Perhaps it would have been easier if I never told you anything about this part of the weekend. I could have pretended it never happened. However, there were permanent changes to Jacquie and me, five major ways the black guys forever altered us, and there is no way I can hide it any longer. You started this, and you can't be angry with me now!

PART 14: THE BIG ASS BONG

Brace yourself, because the first permanent change is invisible, lurking in the shadows, poised to hijack our reality. It's not precisely anything about me that's changed. Think of it as the Paris Hilton or Kim Kardashian of changes! Do you catch my drift? Unfortunately, it will continue to be in the back of our heads for the rest of our lives. When something like this hits the internet, it haunts you, follows you around, and never lets you forget. Ughh, where do I even begin?

It's been over a month since I last wrote about the weekend. It takes me a lot of time to type out these emails. I will try to recount as much detail as possible, but unfortunately, some memories are starting to fade. However, I have no trouble remembering where I left off in my story of the weekend. My last email ended with me back in bed with DeShawn, my first-ever black lover.

I squeezed DeShawn's ass, and let me tell you, it was unparalleled, hands down, no contest, the hottest, most perfect sex of my life. I explored his body in maybe a way that this black man had never explored it himself. Any lingering inhibitions from the previous night had completely evaporated from my being! Our movements synced seamlessly; every one of his muscular thrusts met with my own hips pushing back against him. I couldn't get enough. I was in love with him. This simply incredible black man ignited a yearning within me, a blazing intensity that felt like fire between us. Words can't do it justice. Best. Sex. EVER.

Being good in bed isn't just about making your partner cum fast, hard, and intensely every single time (lots of black guys can do that). It's about savoring every single moment of physical connection, embracing the thrill of his nice juicy cock in my tight pussy.

"Ya like that big black cock deep inside," DeShawn commented in his rumbling voice.

I nodded my head. He made it feel so natural to start talking dirty.

"Oh, big daddy," I moaned, "I do."

"Monica, you nasty," DeShawn smirked. "Love it when ya call me daddy."

"You ARE my big black daddy," I exclaimed with enthusiasm. "You can do with me what you like, black daddy!"

Emboldening me even further, DeShawn asked with unwavering confidence, "You wanna be my black-owned slut, Monica? I'm right, ain't I? You got a dope little bod that's all mine now?"

"Use me," I whispered in his ear, "Use my little pussy... it belongs to you."

"No doubt," DeShawn sniggered. "Monica, gotta holla at yo' man 'bout me takin' his bitch. He still think he got your cute lil' pussy, but nah, that's over. No question."

"Oh, God!" was all I could muster.

I was having an absolute blast with our playful banter when, lo and behold, I began to orgasm with no buildup or warning whatsoever! I started to cum so hard! I think I was screaming something until DeShawn flipped me over so that I was on top of him again. Even now, closing my eyes takes me back to that amazing climax. This orgasm was a total vortex of sensations, sucking the energy out of me like a vacuum. Tapping into my final reserves, I summoned the strength to once again start bouncing up and down on this well-endowed black man. I playfully stroked DeShawn's arms and chest, nudging him to finish as well. Can we chat about stamina for a sec? Because this dude could legit keep going for so long that he was about to have me "walkin' side to side," just like the Ariana Grande song! Come on, DeShawn, are you ready to release your semen now?!

"Daddy, you can cum inside me," I murmured as I peered into his dark brown eyes.

DeShawn answered impatiently, "Monica, the agreement is I gotta put a baby in Jacquie."

"Oh, Daddy, I want your black baby," I cried out without thinking.

Struggling to hold back his impending eruption, DeShawn made a face of pure distress as he pulled out and gracefully untangled himself from our lovemaking, his muscular body stumbling backward. His immense black erection wobbled like a tipsy dancer as he forcefully swung open the french doors to the hotel suite's living room, marching into the next room.

"Motherfucker," he bellowed, "I need that blonde ho on my motherfuckin' black dick right the fuck now!"

Carefully, I heaved myself from the bed, clutching the sheets to my chest, and followed after DeShawn into the living room. Little did I know, I was about to step into a scene reminiscent of a gritty R-rated crime show or movie. There, Jacquie lounged in the grey armchair, feet flat on the seat cushion, legs splayed like a frog, and all we could see was dark cornrow braids and the back of Abdi's head buried in the space between her thighs. Even more shocking, Jacquie was simultaneously holding a gigantic glass bong to her face and inhaling as if she'd just discovered a new fragrance. I've steered clear of drugs my entire life, and the last thing I anticipated was her getting involved with them either.

"Abdi, what da fuck ya doin'?" DeShawn shouted in disgust, "niggas ain't suppose to eat pussy."

Abdi ignored him and continued to perform cunnilingus. Jacquie's midsection quivered as she absorbed his tongue. I absolutely adored witnessing it!

"Yo, dawg, hit that pussy," DeShawn sneered. "This is some faggoty dyke weird shit!"

I mean, hello?! I'm legit catching some heart emojis for this black dude. AND THEN, out of nowhere, DeShawn unleashes a comment that's like a double whammy of homophobia AND misogyny. Cue the eye roll, right?! This remark got me feeling all sorts of upset on behalf of ladies everywhere. We're not just about flowers; we also appreciate a guy who is willing to go down on us!

Abdi had likely already ejaculated inside Jacquie. I noted the faint milky white liquid of her vaginal secretions on his black dick, a mysteriously long member even when unerect. As my gaze lingered on his African cock, it not only grew longer but began to twitch with a hint of excitement. The man was practically aroused by the taste of Jacquie's pussy. I found that really hot.

I was fuming at DeShawn for taunting Abdi, so I decided to reward Abdi for being such a gentleman to Jacquie. I got down on my back and slid under Abdi like an auto mechanic sliding under a car. I stretched my neck to put his African cock in my mouth without the aid of my hands. Giving head in this position on the floor was a serious challenge. I didn't even swallow a drop of saliva the whole time! Throughout the blowjob, I allowed my spit to flow down my chin, creating a messy scene as it dribbled onto my neck. It was wild! I threw my best tongue twister at Abdi's long shaft, swirling my tongue around his smooth dark penis.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed DeShawn leaning into Jacquie, and her body language revealed that she had begun to give him a blowjob too. It struck me as pretty cool that our mouths formed a chain, linking all four of us. The only missing link for a full circle was DeShawn magically bending over from where he stood to perform oral sex on me. It felt like I was the lone soul left out in the cold, with my genitals getting absolutely no attention. But since DeShawn had already indicated he was unwilling to provide oral, the likelihood of finding satisfaction through his tongue was quite slim. Then, much to my horror, I felt a soft, warm tongue on my bare pussy lips!!!

I let out a scream with my head still on Abdi's black dick. There was a fifth person in the room!! Whoever he was, I couldn't help but notice he was rocking a serious amount of facial hair! We all disconnected from each other. DeShawn and Abdi were both laughing. Jacquie looked at me apologetically.

Rising to his feet was a short, fully-clothed black guy sporting a shaved bald head and a full beard with a bit of a chubby charm. The four of us were completely naked in front of him.

He extended his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Lavonte. I was in the john when y'all got back to the room."

"Don't mine Lavonte," DeShawn chuckled, "He's just takin' some video for his PornHub account."

Buck naked and feeling horribly exposed, I reluctantly shook Lavonte's hand.

"Check dis out," Lavonte said, flashing a video playing on his phone. "While y'all was out, I put hidden cams all around this bitch. Caught y'all lovebirds doin' the nasty! Yeehaw, niggas! Y'all didn't even know I'm up in here makin' movies!"

I looked more closely at the recording playing on his phone. The video camera was fixed in place, strategically positioned just above mattress height, capturing our entire bodies in the frame. It was in high definition and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I was pretty clearly engaged in romantic sex with a large black man.

"Oh my god, Monica, your face is totally visible," Jacquie whispered anxiously as she peered over my shoulder at the video.

"How did Lavonte get in here?" I asked in disbelief.

Jacquie threw DeShawn an accusatory look and lamented, "I can't wrap my head around the fact that DeShawn handed over our room key to this complete and utter dipshit."

"Lavonte gonna blur your face," DeShawn shrugged, guiding Jacquie to the couch with a gentle pull. "Don't trip, he gonna keep it anonymous and shit, make sure nobody know."

It appeared Jacquie was about to let the subject slide. She took the hint and playfully pushed DeShawn onto the couch with her finger, teasingly remarking, "Looks like someone's been a bad boy," as she settled onto his lap.

"What I do?" DeShawn smiled innocently.

"Last night, you gave your big load to my best friend, Monica," Jacquie explained, pretending to be annoyed but showing real jealousy. "You're supposed to give me your big load."

He appeared surprised by her sudden assertiveness but promptly replied, "Yes, ma'am."

DeShawn shifted her onto his big black cock, impaling her body in one smooth motion. Before I could register it, Abdi guided me to sit beside DeShawn on the couch. In a flash, he maneuvered himself on top of me, leaving me wedged uncomfortably with my back against the seat cushion and my neck on the back of the couch before our spontaneous fuck session, pounding me so hard. The first thing that struck me was our chorus of male and female heavy breathing and the loud and rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. I pushed my hips forward in time with him, rushing to determine who would be the first to get our man to achieve gratification and provide us with his big load.

"Oh shit," DeShawn hollered, "I'm 'bout to nut in dat blonde pussy!"

"Fill me up," I urged Abdi, with DeShawn's loud grunt echoing beside us. "Make me a mommy."

Seriously, Greg, I'm clueless about what came over me! Absolutely bonkers!

Lavonte shot a video of us from his phone the entire time. He played back the additional footage he'd just captured as he exclaimed, "Yo, peep this, you two ladies lookin' fine as hell! This hot foursome ain't just any amateur shit; this is some pro-level porn, better than the sweet interracial sexin' ya see on Blacked dot com!"

"Yeah, we look beautiful," Jacquie snapped with heavy sarcasm, "but you promised not to film our faces; do us a favor and delete that, please."

I had a sinking feeling as I grasped the immediate implications. Those images and videos held peril; they could circulate widely on social media or end up on explicit websites, wreaking havoc on our reputations. Once unleashed on the internet, they're there for FOREVER.

Fear and helplessness consumed me. A faint pang of regret lingered, and all I craved was a momentary escape. I opted to dive in when Abdi handed me the giant glass bong. Raising it to my lips, I eagerly drew from the glass tube.

Instantaneously, the entire room seemed to zoom away from where I knelt on the carpeting. In my mind's eye, it mirrored the "dolly zoom" effect in a movie--my hands holding the bong stayed put while the background kept zooming out, creating a mesmerizing effect. A tidal wave of euphoria swept over me, hijacking my senses. Everyone encouraged me to smoke a bit more, so I took another hit, and soon enough, I found my groove. Whatever "it" was, its impact was undeniably potent.

After a while, I felt like I was no longer inhabiting my physical body. Slowly, I began to realize I was laughing uncontrollably. Jacquie was giving Lavonte a blowjob in front of all of us, and I thought it was simply hysterical for some reason. I was also no longer self-conscious about my complete lack of clothing. At a certain juncture, I opted for a naked stroll down the hotel hallway, my mission crystal clear: hunting down a bag of Doritos Flamin' Hot from a vending machine. It was all so confusing. No one understood what I was saying or doing. The experience was vivid yet shrouded in mystery.

DeShawn thrust forward a pair of white crotchless panties, insisting I don them for the night out. According to the black guys, it was a longstanding tradition -- these sweat-stained lace panties had graced the bodies of every girl who'd entered their exclusive "organization." I hesitated briefly, slipped them on, and opted not to dwell on their laundry history. Abdi handed over the red Bulls jersey dress, and I tugged it over my head. With that, we headed out for the dance club.

Sweetheart, right after I sent you the last email detailing the weekend, while you were still away on your business trip, Jacquie emailed me a link to a video on PornHub. I was in shock. Lavonte had posted the entire video, exposing me to the world. The fucker! He had not blurred out our faces! I distinctly recall lying down on the floor, overwhelmed with emotion and shedding real tears. The video had already been viewed over 10,000 times in the week since it had been posted. It's been downloaded and uploaded to other sites as well. It honestly feels like I've been gangbanged by the whole planet!!

So yeah, that's the situation -- the first permanent change from the weekend. It still blows my mind. Anywhere in the world, you can simply pull up the video on your phone and witness me cheating on you, having interracial sex, with every inch of my nude body laid bare, my pussy taking a BBC (just to be clear, that's not my description -- the video's title boldly proclaims: "wife takes BBC"). The viewer count keeps on rising. I find myself repeatedly returning to the free porn site, watching the numbers climb. It's a strange mix of fascination and disgust, seeing how many men have jerked their dicks to my intimate video. All I can pray for is that none of our acquaintances stumble upon it online!!!!

However, there is one silver lining. Hon, maybe you'd like to watch the free videos Lavonte posted since you missed out on witnessing the action firsthand. I haven't even seen all of the videos he took of us. We'll have to pay for a subscription to his channel to see the rest of them.

Overall, Jacquie seemed more relaxed about her debut as an amateur porn actress; maybe Brad's salary is high enough that she wouldn't stress over losing her job. I hope this indiscretion stays hidden; my career means the world to me, and the mere thought that I jeopardized my position at the company fills me with complete dread.

PART 15: THE TATTOO PARLOR

Hon, I'm simply amazed that I managed to keep the second permanent change under wraps from you since January!

My beloved husband, keeping this hush-hush has been quite the hustle. For the past six weeks, I've only worn tall leather boots to the office, I've perfected a swift roll to my right side when you join me in bed, and I've become an early bird, getting up extra early and dashing from the shower to the walk-in closet while you're still shaking off the sleep. It's a striking alteration to my body. I was surprised as well as relieved that you hadn't spotted it.

Yet, a sense of unease creeps in as the snow begins to melt, heralding the imminent arrival of spring -- the season of leg-baring, body-flaunting fashion, just a month away! And it only escalates from there, moving into "short-skirt season" or the dreaded "bikini season" during the scorching days of summer, and concealing this change to me will be utterly impossible any longer!

Guess what, babe? I've got some exciting news to spill. During this infamous weekend, I got my very first tattoo!! Jacquie and I, being inseparable besties forever, always dreamed of getting matching ink. The vibes of this epic weekend felt like the perfect moment. These tattoos would commemorate our journey of sexual awakening and self-discovery together and celebrate our unbreakable friendship! I should have been 110% sure about the tattoo, but, you know, judgment got a bit hazy!

I'd been mulling it over all day. Committing to a design permanently etched on my skin felt like a monumental decision, and it wasn't something I took lightly. Being absolutely certain I loved it was crucial because, let's face it, tattoos are forever (unless you're cool with shelling out big bucks for removal, which might leave you with both a scar and spotty pigmentation).

Before hitting the clubs, the black guys took us for tattoos, somehow snagging an appointment after the shop's closing time. My initial thought was that they'd brought us to a seriously sketchy tattoo joint -- the place seemed rundown and cramped, with the overpowering scent of antiseptic hitting my nose. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the room conveyed a strong pride of ownership and was spotlessly clean.

Ray, the proprietor, had a pockmarked face, a wild beard, and hair tamed to perfection like a gentrified Harley-Davidson rider. He and DeShawn seemed well-acquainted. The other ink artist, Ray's pretty 20-year-old daughter Alenka, rocked her fair share of tattoos and piercings. Her messy blonde hair was dyed a pastel pink, giving off vibes of a mental shift. I just knew she'd be non-judgmental about whatever kink we might be into and the fact we had three black men in tow. Ray worked his artistry on my tattoo, while Alenka became Jacquie's ink maestro.

As we settled into the tattoo parlor chairs, I was seriously SCARED. I'm a total wimp with pain--I mean, it's embarrassing, but at twenty-nine, I still almost cry every time I get a shot. And to top it off, DeShawn wouldn't let up, going on about how much it would hurt. My biggest fear? I would not be able to tough it out and bail halfway through. But once my artist unveiled the design he'd come up with, I fell head over heels for it, and my fear quickly evaporated.

The tattoo design was pretty straightforward. It had a Q inside a spade shape, like the suit in a deck of cards. It was unique, something I hadn't seen before, and I really liked its cool design!

"Mm-mm, I'm gonna love seein' dat 'Queen of Spades' tattoo on yo' fine chica ass. It's gonna have you lookin' hella fine, fo' real." Lavonte said admiringly.

"What did you call it?" I asked in confusion.

"It's like a badge, you know," DeShawn tried to explain, "when y'all white bitches join the team, they get this tat to rep their loyalty to the black man."

"So, now your organization has a cool symbol?" I remarked in surprise. I was really excited and felt like I was joining a secret society.

DeShawn threw in that we ought to tattoo the initials of the first "bull" who "blacked" us right beneath this emblem. Jacquie gave a nod, sealing the deal for us both. Abdi told us his full name was Abdiweli Mohamed Hassan, so Jacquie would bear the initials "A. H." on her body. DeShawn, giving Johnson as his last name, meant I'd be flaunting "D. J." on my skin. It felt like a fun, sneaky move to etch the weekend into memory. Only we know the real story behind those letters!