Seduction 47

On the ride to the hotel, I asked Andrea when my ‘friend’ was going to arrive.

“He’s already here,” she said with a furtive grin.  “We’re going to go out tonight, and he will be there.”  She chuckled.  “It will be interesting to see if you can pick out the future father of your child from all the men that will be at the club!”

I thought about that for a while.  “What if I pick out the wrong one?”  The idea bothered me.

Andrea chuckled again.  “Well, the more men that you let play with your cute little cunny, the more men will be willing to pay for spending a night with you sweetie.  Think of it as advertising!”

A couple of minutes later, she added, “Just keep in mind that john’s can be good looking, rich, fun to be with, and good in the hay, all at the same time.”

I had never thought of it that way before.

She adopted a very conspiratorial tone, “So every time you see a cutie pie that turns you on, and you would like to . . . sample him, make sure you let him know through flirty eye contact that you would welcome his advances.  And when he inserts his fingers in you, use your vaginal muscles just like we practiced.  Most women do not know that little trick.  Or if they do, they are too lazy to do it.  They just lie there and let the guy, her husband or next-door neighbor, or whoever, pound her.  After a while, the poor husbands are lucky if they can even get off.  They feel rejected, get bored.  Their fantasies start to wander, if you know what I mean.  No, baby, believe me, men love a clutching, wildly alive pussy that welcomes their intrusions!”

Her face became dreamy.  “I can’t tell you how many men . . . good looking, well built, gentle, appreciative men . . . became my regulars because my vagina felt alive and welcoming, interested . . . unlike their white wives and girlfriends.”

I was flabbergasted!  I had never thought about why men might prefer a whore to their wife!  I thought about how Jon had become bored with our sex life.  Hell!  I was bored with it! 

But it had never occurred to me that I could do something about it; that I could become good in bed.  That by becoming good in bed I would actually start enjoying sex, that my husband could actually enjoy sex with me again. 

Almost like a new start. 

Except . . . .

I am a whore now and am trying to get pregnant with my john . . . a black man . . . to make my female lover happy . . . my black female lover that wants to live with me . . . and our children.  And is my pimp.  And my husband that wants to watch me have sex with other men.

And women.

And all of this is turning me on.  REALLY turning me on.  It would only take a single touch to . . . to . . . to trigger me . . . set me off . . . right now.

I am trembling.