Confessions: Bully, What Bully?

I’d never let Marcus near me. Ok, maybe just that once.

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“Honey?” My husband called as he picked up his bag and stopped on his way out the door.

“Yes, dear?” I called back. “What’s wrong?”

He stood there, paused in the doorway. “You haven’t seen, Marcus lately have you?”

“No, why would you ask?” I tried to hide my surprise. I thought I’d covered my tracks well.

“Well, it’s just,” my husband fumbled with the words. “He’s been nice to me lately.”

I pushed my hair back behind my ear. “And that’s a bad thing? I thought he was giving you trouble?”

“Well, no. It’s a good thing,” He mumbled. “It’s just everyone knows that’s his thing?”

“Thing?” I asked, shaking my head like I had no idea what he was talking about.

“His thing,” my husband said, growing a little frustrated. “He bullies men to get their wives’ and girlfriend’s attention. Then he seduces them.”

I tried to look shocked. “I can’t believe, you would even ask me that.”

And I couldn’t. How was I to know Marcus would turn over a new leaf as soon as I sucked his big black cock. I figured we’d be able to keep our new arrangement on the down low.

“I’m sorry,” my husband spluttered.

“I don’t know why I even asked. I just know he’s done it to others. And now he’s being nice to me. I just worried that…” his voice trailed off to a whisper.

“I don’t know about Marcus, but unless you apologise and get your good little ass to work. I’m not going to do that thing you like for a month.”

Hubby took the hint. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to imply.”

“Work, now!” I pointed to the door.

He left and I raced upstairs to grab my phone. Texting Marcus, I wrote:

I’m going to need you to steal his lunch or something. He’s getting suspicious.

My hands trembled as I waited for a response.

All I got was a picture of his big black cock.

I was going to pay for telling him what to do.

My hands trembled with anticipation as I stared at the girthy photo. Stalking over to the drawers in my room, I dug down to the bottom of the drawer and fished out my new giant black dildo.

It was the only way I could make it till I saw him again on Friday.

I raced to the bed, hiked up my skirt, pulled my thong aside. I sucked the dildo to get it ready. It didn’t feel nearly as good as Marcus on my tongue, but I knew it would at least fill the void inside me.

It was only meant to be a blowjob, but once I’d got my hands on Marcus I hadn’t been able to stop. I pulled my legs back so my ankles were near my ears, just like he had done and slid the dildo into my eager pussy.

I dropped my phone on my chest and used two hands, all the while trying to tell myself this wasn’t a problem.

But the dildo was so much bigger than my husband. It was only a few minutes before my feverish motions had me coming all over it. I moaned and panted and pounded my way through my first orgasm.

When I finally slowed my pace, I reached for my phone.

See you Friday, daddy!

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