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In chapter one, I told you how I formed a ‘friendship’ with a young woman on-line on Lush. Sarah was intrigued by my submissive inclination. I was intrigued by her assertiveness, and her sexual creativity. Sarah was intelligent, sweet, and she had a keen interest in women, especially submissive women. Sarah seemed to know precisely how to push my buttons and excite me. She also got me to perform some acts of which I was honestly ashamed, but which excited me and amazed me nonetheless. Sarah’s profile indicated that she lived in South Africa , and as such, she seemed safe. I would never actually meet her. She was a harmless yet exciting fantasy. We had chatted several times over a period of several weeks, before I took a business trip to Chicago in May, 2012. During these chats, Sarah got me to expose parts of my psyche’ that gave her the ability to ‘control me’ in a manner that no one, except my husband, Jim, could. I felt powerless to resist her. On that fateful day in May 2012, I checked into my room on the 19th floor of a hotel in downtown Chicago . I immediately went on-line to see I could chat with Sarah. I wanted to see what antics she might make me perform. Sarah instructed me to open the drapes and strip in front of my window, which faced the adjacent office building. I did not know if anyone was watching, but stripping like this excited me. She ordered me to write ‘Sarah’s cunt’ on my shaved mound. I did. Submitting to this young woman was exciting me. I expected to be sent to the bar sans panties or bra, or some such embarrassing but manageable antic. I thought I would be compelled to flirt and expose myself in a semi-public place and perhaps dance with some businessmen before returning to my room to report back to my mistress, and masturbate to a powerful orgasm. But that was not her plan for me. Sarah shocked me when she ordered me to order room service and answer the door naked. I was not prepared to do this. I protested. Sarah was insistent. She instructed me to wrap myself in a towel, run the shower and pretend I was about to climb into the warm spray of water when the delivery person arrived. Sarah instructed me to allow the towel to fall open, exposing me, when the delivery person brought the order. I protested, but under her persistent insistence, I relented. On some level, I wanted to do these things. I ordered a piece of chocolate cake. I ran the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and chatted on-line with Sarah waiting anxiously. I did not know if the gaziantep rus escort delivery person would be male or female. Since I have never had a physical encounter with a woman, the possibilities intrigued me. My heart was pounding, my nipples were hard and my vagina was leaking as I waited. There was a knock on the door. I opened it wearing only a towel. A very large, young black teenager wearing a nametag of ‘Denziel’ brought in a tray with a single piece of cake. I could feel his eyes consuming my near nakedness. As I wrote an obscene tip on the check and signed it, I ‘accidentally’ allowed the towel to slip leaving me naked in front of him as I struggled to catch the towel and cover myself. I had successfully exposed my naked form to his eyes. Yes, this young black male was very intrigued by this 40 year old white woman. He liked what he saw. He left. With my pulse racing and my lubrication leaking down my inner thighs, I updated Sarah on the computer about what had transpired. My clitoris was on fire and my vagina was flowing as I told Mistress Sarah about exposing myself to the young room service delivery boy. Then there was a knock at the door. Sarah said ‘answer it’. Denziel had returned. He handed me a card with his cell phone number on it. He asked me if I would please call him when I was done with the cake, so he could pick up the tray and dishes. I allowed the towel to slip down and expose one of my breasts as we were speaking, but I pretended to not notice my exposed nipple. He left my room again for the second time in five minutes. I reported the events to Sarah on the computer. Sarah typed, “Call him back now!” ‘But what will I say?’ I protested. This was already going much further than I intended. ‘I will tell you what to do. Call him back, and then come to the computer for instructions. Do it!’ she commanded. I was leaking on the seat; I was so aroused at this point. I dialled Denziel’s number and he answered immediately. My voice quaked as I said “Denziel, this is Cindy in room 1956. Could you come back here for just a minute?” He said he would be right there. I could sense some excitement in his voice. I had just typed, ‘I made the call’ when there was a knock on the door, He had not even gotten to the elevator when he received my call. I typed hurriedly, ‘He is here’. ‘Answer the door and come right back.’ I opened the door, holding my towel in place, and said, “come in, I will be just a second,” as I sat at the computer. I looked over at him and typed to Sarah, ‘He is walking towards me now.’ That was the last thing I was able to type that evening. Denziel stood behind me for a moment as I stared at the computer screen, and then his hands slowly reached down and began massaging my shoulders. I just closed my eyes and sat there frozen, not moving a muscle. When I did not resist this initial contact, or complain, he slowly traced his fingers down my front, reaching inside my towel and cupping my right breast in his large black hand. I sat there with my eyes closed, afraid to move, not knowing what to do. Denziel took the towel and pulled it from my front, allowing it to drop in my lap. By now, he was confident that I would not object to his advances. He was standing behind me, reaching over my shoulder, teasing my erect nipple as I sat there saying nothing. I was very aware that my vaginal lubrication was flowing out of me into my chair. I could feel my pulse in my erect clit. Very slowly, Denziel spun the chair around so that I was facing him. Without saying a word, he stood back and unzipped his pant without unbuckling them. He reached inside and fished out a large semi erect penis. It was the first uncircumcised penis I had ever seen. It was jet back, about two inches thick, about 8 inches long, and the foreskin partially covered the large purple-black head. It looked like a large black snake. Although he did not utter a word at first, I knew precisely what he wanted from me. I am ashamed to admit, I became his slut for the evening. I allowed this young black man to put his large black cock in my mouth. I allowed him to fuck me, three times, without wearing a condom, cumming inside my tiny white pussy each time. Yes, he took me bareback. I allowed him to treat me in a degrading manner that no other man ever had. And I am ashamed to admit that I had several orgasms as he stretched me open with his huge black cock. After entering me and driving me to my first orgasm, and filling me with his semen, I remember looking at his huge erection as he withdrew from my vagina. I could see the whitish remnants of my vaginal lubrication mixed with his sperm coating his large coal black cock demonstrating precisely how deeply he had penetrated me. There was approximately an inch and a half of ‘unused’ dick that would not fit inside me. He was too large for me to take all of him the first time he tried. Facing my husband. That evening was uniquely dangerous and exciting experience. It was degrading; and yet, I came three times. But most of all, it was stupid. It was irresponsible. It was wrong. I violated one of the fundamental precepts of my marriage. My husband, whom I love dearly, has always allowed me to enjoy any man I fancied, as long as he was made aware of it ahead of time and consented. Yes, Jim frequently enjoyed sharing me with one, or more, other men. Jim loved seeing other men drive me to orgasm. He loved exposing me to other men. He was not possessive or jealous. In fact, Jim was quite the opposite. Jim wanted to share me widely. However, he insisted on being involved. He was not a ‘cuckold’ husband who allowed his wife take the lead. He was my real master. I knew it, and he knew it. And I had committed a grave sin. I have violated our agreement. And I honestly feared that it could cost me my marriage. Why had I been so stupid? How could I have let Jim down so badly? Why was I so susceptible to being seduced by this woman on-line, a woman I would never meet? Why did I obey her in defiance of my husband’s instructions and rules? A man I loved, adored and respected? I wrestled with how to handle this with Jim as I my plane traveled from Chicago the next morning to my hometown. I knew I needed to tell Jim everything, even if it meant the end of my marriage. Being open and honest with my husband was that important to me. I just did not know how I could ever tell Jim about what happened. But I knew I needed to do just that. I just did not know how. I lay there in bed that evening and decided that the longer I put this off, the worse it would be. “Jim, I have to tell you something, and I don’t think you will like it.” “OK” “I did something bad. Or at least I think you are going to think it is bad.” “OK, just tell me. What did you do?” His voice took a serious tone. “I let someone fuck me last night without your permission. I am so sorry. But a situation got out of hand and things went way further than I intended.” Jim paused before responding. “Tell me what happened.” I told him about chatting on-line with Mistress Sarah, about her directing me to order room service and about Denziel. “Did you climax with him?” I nodded my head, “Yes, sir. I did. I could not help myself.” “How many times?” “Three” I said sheepishly. After a moment’s silence, I said, “There is something else.” “What?” “He did not use a condom. He did not have one. And neither did I. I was not expecting to do any of this and I was not prepared. And he wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. So he entered me unprotected.” “Did he force you?” “No, not physically; nothing like that.

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