I spent a good five minutes eating Leslie’s pussy. It was the first time I’d tasted cum other than mine and to be honest about it I couldn’t tell the difference. I brought Leslie to two orgasms before I raised myself up to slide my cock in her, “What do you want?” I asked, “Should I make love to you, or fuck you?”
She looked me right in the eye and said, “Make love to me baby, I’ve already been fucked tonight.”
When it was over and we were lying together I said, “Stop me if I’m wrong. Every night you said you were working late you were actually being fucked by another man. That other man has been Tony, and I’m willing to bet that the first time you fucked him was because he more or less dared you to. I’ll also bet that the first time you fucked him it was on the back seat of our car.”
Leslie sat up and started to say something, but I cut her off, “Let me finish. The next day over drinks he apologized for his behavior, but left you thinking that he still thought you were prejudiced. Determined to prove him wrong you let him fuck you again that evening. What caused the next several times, the knowledge that you were violating the old taboo about white women and black men, or did you actually like being fucked by Tony?”
She was silent for a moment and the she said, “I suppose that it was a little bit of both.”
“What I don’t understand is your need to come home and fuck me every night after you were fucked by him.”
Again silence for a bit and then, “I don’t know if you will understand this, but I didn’t come home and fuck you. I had just been fucked and I came home and made love to you as a way of cleansing myself. Even when Tony was fucking me my mind was split in two pieces. One piece was the deliciously wicked feeling of forbidden sex and the wanton feeling of just rutting with another man. And the other piece was thinking of coming home and letting you make love to me and having the tenderness and caring that I got from you – two different worlds I guess.”
“And tonight, when Tony brought Jeff in to help him?”
I saw the shock register on her face, “You know? You’ve known all along?”
I looked at her, “I knew before it happened. I could have stopped it at any time, but I love you enough to let you do what you want. I was sure you loved me enough to come home to me, but the next few steps in your sexual transformation could change things so I felt that tonight I had to bring things out into the open.”
She gave me a questioning look and said, “What do you mean, my sexual transformation?”
I explained to her the plan that was supposed to turn her into a gangbang whore with the aim of turning her into a streetwalker working for a pimp. She looked at me with a look of incredulity and then she asked me how I knew these things. I explained to her the relationship between Sylvia and Tony and everything that had happened the night of the party and how Sylvia had diverted my attention so the black guys could try and seduce her. I told her how Sylvia had been keeping me informed on everything that had been happening. I didn’t tell her about the mirror and that I had been watching, but I did tell her about the way Sylvia felt about her and why and what Sylvia’s price for giving me the information was and that I had paid it.
She was quiet and just about the time I thought she wasn’t going to say anything she said; “It’s my fault.” I looked at her and she said, “It’s my fault she feels that way. I should have talked to her and explained why she didn’t get the promotion. She was the most qualified and the most experienced, but the company policy manual requires a minimum of one full year of employment before you can move into that position. She only had nine months and the company wouldn’t waive the requirement. I know, because I tried to get her one. She will get the next opening, but it’s my fault for not telling her all that.” She was quiet for a minute and then she said, “Was she good in bed?”
I chuckled and said; “I’m not asking you about Tony, or Jeff for that matter, so I’m not going to answer you on that one.”
More quiet and then she said, “I’ll get it out of her tomorrow anyway and for your information Tony and Jeff are great fucks. I’m going to miss them. I was having a great time getting all that sex.”
I looked her right in the eye and said, “Why are you going to miss it? I’m not telling you to stop, I’m just telling you their plan so you know what you will be getting into. You get to be the one to decide where to draw the line. You can fuck them as much as you want to, all I ask is that you come home to me.”
A long look and then she opened her arms, “Make love to me baby, make love to me.”
The next morning I called Sylvia before she left for work. Tony answered the phone and I asked for Sylvia. “Who’s this?” he demanded. I countered with “Who are you?” He responded with “Don’t give me no shit man, I asked you a question.” “And I asked you one asshole. When I call my girlfriend and a man answers I want to know what the fuck is going on. Now who the fuck are you and what are you doing answering Sylvia’s phone at this time in the morning?”