In 1962, my husband, like most men from our quaint little neighborhood, took a job at the new factory in town. And, like most women, I drove him to work and dropped him off so I could have the ’57 Bel Air to do errands, such as grocery shopping, or getting my hair done at Rosie’s House of Beauty.

Every morning, a parade of wives sent their men off to work with a hug and a kiss before getting in their cars to go about their day. And every husband could be heard telling his wife, “Be a good girl today.”

Except mine.

My husband sent me off every day with the words, “Be a naughty little slut today.”

Unbeknownst to the rest of the wives, my role included more than keeping the house clean. My husband had made it clear from the start that he expected me to be a dirty little whore.

I had grown up in a repressed town where sex wasn’t talked about, let alone practiced openly. My own parents barely touched each other in public. But I remembered being sixteen and hearing the noises at night, when they thought I was sleeping. I listened to the thwack of the paddle on my mother’s bare bottom that had her crying and begging for more. I heard my father’s commands that she get on her knees and take his penis in her mouth. And I could hardly miss the headboard banging against the wall as he hammered into her.

I suppose that was why, although I was a virgin when I met Lewis, I didn’t think any of his needs or demands were unusual. I give him credit for waiting until we were married to break my hymen, but he made it quite clear what his expectations would be in the bedroom before I said, “I do.”

And I did. I enjoyed every dirty, salacious act that he required of me. I was the prim and proper, dutiful wife during the day, and a submissive slut who let my husband do whatever he wanted with me at night. He tied me up, he spanked me, he put clothespins on my nipples, and he talked about how he wanted to let other men use me. Whatever the scenario, it was always titillating and ended with incredible release for both of us.

At first, the idea of other men was merely Lewis’s fantasy. But one night, he asked me if I would be willing to let him bring home another man to use me. He said he would stay in the room and watch to ensure I was safe, and that if I didn’t like it, I would never have to do it again. I adored Lewis, but I didn’t think I could agree to such a thing. It wouldn’t be proper. But he pointed out that I’d never had any experience with other men, and wouldn’t it be fun to at least try it? So, I relented, and Lewis set out to find a trustworthy man whom he felt would be discreet.

One day, when I picked him up from work, Lewis had a friend with him. “Virginia, this is my friend Sal. He’ll be joining us for dinner tonight.”

I knew what joining us for dinner meant. I’d be spreading my legs for Sal while Lewis watched. I was both nervous and aroused.

Once we arrived home, Lewis became quite stern. “Put dinner on hold, Virginia. Sal has other needs, and you will be servicing him tonight. Strip off your dress and undergarments for our guest, sit on the couch, and spread your legs open so he can see what I’m offering him.”

I shivered with desire while I undressed for this stranger, a man that Lewis had never once spoken about. I also suspected he was a stranger to Lewis, but I trusted my husband to keep me safe. He’d never broken a promise.

Once I was naked, I sat across from Sal and opened my legs, exposing myself to him. I watched as the bulge in his pants became apparent and his eyes glazed over with wanton lust.

“I like that the carpet matches the drapes,” he said crassly to Lewis. “I’ve never been with a true redhead before. This will be fun.”

Being spoken about as if I were a piece of property was both disturbing and titillating. I felt my desire trickle out and moisten the pink folds.

“Look how my lovely wife glistens with arousal for you,” Lewis said proudly.

“Your bitch has a juicy cunt for sure. You want to watch me fuck it hard?” Sal’s gruff manner was shocking. But my hips began to rock involuntarily as if begging him to take me hard.

“She’s hot to trot, isn’t she?”

“Shall we move to the bedroom?” Lewis asked.

“Nah,” Sal replied. He picked me up and put me on the kitchen table. “Be a good girl and spread your legs. Daddy Sal is gonna fuck your pussy now while your husband watches. I’m gonna turn you into the slut your man wants you to be.”

I was so turned on; I complied instantly. Sal unzipped his pants and pulled his hard pecker out. The shaft was long and thick, and the tip glistened with precum.

“Do I need a rubber?” Sal asked.

Lewis looked at me and said, “No. Unfortunately, my wife can’t have kids. But fortunately, that means you can fill her up with your sperm.”

Suddenly, my inability to reproduce didn’t seem like a bad thing.

“Good. Daddy Sal likes it natural when I enjoy a little backseat bingo. Especially when I ain’t in a car. Why don’t you hold her head up so she can watch me fuck her.”

Lewis got behind me and held my head up, whispering, “I love you. Thank you for doing this for me. I hope you enjoy it, baby.”

I nodded; I was scared but knew I’d be mad at myself if I backed out now. I watched with trepidation as this man, who fancied himself to be some Daddy-O, plunged his stiff member into me with one swift thrust.

He moved rapidly in and out of me, calling me vile names while he hammered away. “You may be a looker, but you’re Daddy Sal’s little tramp right now. Feel my dick in your slut hole, you dirty whore.”

It should have offended my senses, but the dirty talk had me wetter than ever. Still, the experience was lacking. Sal said, “I’m gonna bust a nut!” Then he came inside me, pulled out, wiped his dick on my leg and said, “I’m hungry. Serve me up some dinner. But keep those clothes off.”

I was miffed as I hadn’t climaxed. I wondered if maybe this was because I didn’t love him. I let his semen run down my inner thigh as I served my famous spaghetti to Sal and Lewis. I didn’t eat. I stood submissively until Sal said, “She should be on her knees. Haven’t you trained her right?”

Not wanting to embarrass my husband, I knelt and waited for them to finish eating before taking a bowl for myself.

Shortly after, Lewis called a cab to take Sal home. I headed to the bathroom to shower.

“Don’t,” Lewis said sheepishly.

I frowned.

“I know this might sound unusual, but I want to fuck you with his seed in you.”

“Well, most of it has run down my leg, but sure, whatever you want, baby.”

Lewis undressed and took me to bed, where he made sure I climaxed twice before he shot his load into me. He nuzzled my neck afterward and said, “I’m sorry it wasn’t what I hoped it would be. I really don’t know Sal that well, but he does this kind of thing a lot, and I figured it would…”

“I liked parts of it,” I interrupted. “I liked being treated like an object; I found it hot to be taken on the kitchen table and made to watch. I even liked the dirty talk. But I’m used to you making sure I have an orgasm, and he didn’t seem at all interested in whether I was enjoying it.”

I paused for a moment before continuing. “But even that was a little hot, thinking I was just meant to be used without consideration for my pleasure. I guess as long as you make me feel good afterwards, I would be okay with not climaxing with whoever is having sex with me.”

Lewis frowned. “You mean you’d do this again? I thought for sure that Sal sort of spoiled that.”

“I don’t ever want to do it again with Sal. But I’d try this with someone else.”

Lewis grinned. “Maybe you should choose the next guy—someone you find attractive.”

And that’s how I came to be my husband’s dirty little slut.

Although I continued to appear as the proper wife, keeping my reputation unsullied in the public eye, I started to engage in some naughty behavior behind the scenes.

I stopped wearing underpants. I would have gone braless as well, but my large breasts needed the lift so they wouldn’t sag. Still, I managed to find some pretty bras in a boutique two towns over.

In that same town, I discovered a little bookstore that claimed to have a collection of unusual and hard-to-find books. I went there to browse and was intrigued by a section marked Adults Only. There, I stumbled across a collection of old Playboy magazines from 1954 and 1955. Picking them up, I looked over my shoulder to ensure no one saw me looking at such filth.

Imagine my surprise when the owner of the store was right behind me. “Please, don’t worry,” he said kindly. “Your secret is safe with me. And you should know, you’re not the first woman to show interest in pornography. Come with me; I have a book I think you will like.”

I said nothing. I merely followed him to a back room where he presented me with a copy of Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

“Although this is from the 1930s, this was just recently published in the States,” he explained. “As a member of the Book Sellers Society, I was offered the chance to purchase several copies to sell in my store. I don’t dare put them on the shelf. But when a customer seems to show interest in certain reading materials, I bring them back here to explore the possibility that they would like to buy the book. You seem like an enlightened woman. Perhaps I can convince you that you need this book. I will throw in the Playboy magazines for free.”

I turned what felt like a thousand shades of red. But I couldn’t leave the store without buying that book. I nodded and fumbled through my pocketbook to see if I had enough cash. I was a dollar short and, though I tried to bargain with the store owner, he wouldn’t budge on the price, even when I said I’d forgo the Playboy mags. The phone rang and he excused himself for a moment to answer it, leaving me alone in the back room.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly, a man stood up from where he’d been crouched and said, “Miss, I have a dollar in my pocket you are welcome to have.”

He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. His skin reminded me of rich milk chocolate, and his eyes were intensely blue. I’d never seen a black man with blue eyes before, and I found myself mesmerized.

“Miss?”

“Oh, sorry, I just, um. I couldn’t take your last dollar.”

He smiled. “It’s not my last dollar. It just happens to be one I stuck in my pocket this morning. I just had a feeling I might need it.”

“See? If you might need it, I couldn’t possibly accept it.”

“What if I needed it because I was supposed to give it to you?”

“That’s silly. You don’t even know me.”

He walked over to me and stood closer than a man should stand by a woman he’s not married to. I felt my breathing hitch and my lady parts go damp.

“Well, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Marlon White. And yes, it’s an ironic last name for a black man. And who might you be, sweet Miss?”

“Virginia Collings,” I managed, though my heart was beating so fast I feared it might burst out of my chest.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Virginia. Please allow me to be a kind gentleman and give you a dollar so you can purchase that book. It’s a fine piece of literature. You shouldn’t miss out. Mr. Owens only has two copies left.”

I pondered the idea for a moment. I didn’t want to leave the store without this book.

“I could come back tomorrow to pay you back the dollar.”

“That wouldn’t be necessary. But if you’d like to come back tomorrow around lunchtime, I’d be happy to spend more time getting to know each other.”

“What makes you think I’d want to spend time getting to know each other?”

He touched my cheek gently and let a finger trace the curve of my face.

“If I’m mistaken, I surely apologize, Miss. But by the way your heart is pounding and the sweet scent wafting out from under your dress, I don’t think I’m wrong.”

“I, um, I can’t. I’m married.”

“I see the ring on your finger, Virginia. And it’s not like we can have lunch together at the drugstore counter. With your red hair, you’re as white as they come, and, though I have a white mama who gave me these blue eyes, I’m far too black for you to be seen with in town. But you could come and keep me company. Mr. Owens closes the store and goes to lunch every day between noon and one. Y’all could come to the back door, and I could let you in. Then we could get to know each other. If not, I understand. Either way, the dollar is yours, no strings attached.”

“That’s very kind. I, uh, I don’t know about coming back. I’ll have to make sure Lewis, my husband, doesn’t mind.”

“Ah, you’re a naïve one, Virginia. Ain’t no white man gonna allow his pretty little wife to come have lunch with a black man without supervision.”

“He might want to come and supervise.”

Marlon laughed. “You check with your man, then. See if he wants to watch us get to know each other. In the meantime, y’all enjoy that book. It’s a hot one for sure.”

When I got to my car, I realized I had just enough time to get to the factory to pick up Lewis. When I arrived, he could tell I was still flustered.

“What has my bad girl been up to today?” he asked, grinning.

“I bought some lacy bras at Louise’s Lingerie Boutique.”

Lewis reached over from the car's passenger side and let his hands roam under my dress.

“What else did you do, my naughty slut? You’re far too wet for this to be just about lacy bras.”

“I bought a book and some magazines. The bag is in the back seat.”

Lewis raised an eyebrow when he pulled out the Playboy magazines. “Mmm, you are a dirty girl. And what’s this book? Oh, my, Virginia, it’s that dirty book everyone’s buzzing about! You are the best wife ever!”

“I was short, but a kind man who works in the back room of the store gave me a dollar so I could purchase the book. He said I didn’t need to pay him back. He just wants me to go back tomorrow and keep him company during lunch.”

“Is that so?” Lewis asked. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his pants tighten in the crotch.

“Yes, he said we should get to know each other better.”

“Oh?”

“And he said you could come and supervise.”

“And you said yes?”

“I said I would ask you.”

“You delight me, Virginia. Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday, so I’d be happy to escort you to the bookstore and supervise if you so desire.”

“I do so desire. I, um…”

“Your pussy is drenched, my love. I think it’s safe to assume you found him attractive.”

I blushed. “I did, very much so. I hope that’s okay.”

As we pulled into our driveway, Lewis put his hand under my chin and turned my face to look at his. “I love you so much. I know you love me, too. I’m not worried if you find another man pleasant to look at; I know you’ll always be mine. So, if you want to get to know… what’s his name?”

“Marlon.”

“If you want to get to know Marlon and that involves allowing him access to your body, I’m perfectly fine with that.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Even if he’s black?”

Lewis smiled. “Even better.”

The next day, I spent extra time getting ready. I wore a red and black lacy bra and a black garter to hold up my newest stockings. Over that, I wore a two-piece pencil dress in royal blue. I took extra time with my hair and makeup, and was delighted to see my husband aroused.

“No panties, right?” he inquired.

“No, sir, no panties.”

“Good, I want your new friend, Marlon to have easy access to your pussy.”

When he spoke that way to me, I felt my body tingle. It was shameful and incredible all at once.

When we arrived at the bookstore, we found a parking lot behind the store and headed to the back entrance of Owen’s Books. My heart was pounding wildly as I knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Marlon stood handsomely dressed in a blue Oxford shirt and navy trousers. My initial dampness became full-fledged wetness in no time.

“Well, hello, Virginia. I must admit, I wasn’t sure if you’d come back today, although I had hoped you would. And I see you’ve brought Lewis along to supervise.”

Marlon held out his hand to Lewis, “I’m Marlon. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Hi, I’m, uh, Lewis, Virginia’s husband.”

“I want to assure you that I respect that. I have no designs on your woman; my intention is not to steal her away. I just want to know her better, if you catch my meaning.”

“I do, indeed. My wife finds you very attractive and wishes to repay your kindness.”

“And you wish to watch her do so?”

“Yes.”

“Then we should do this right. While a hot little romp in the back room sounded initially appealing, I’d be amenable to meeting after I get off work, so I can take my time with sweet Virginia. There’s a hotel in the next town, the Bayridge Inn, where I sometimes get to know ladies at. I keep a room there. I’ll give you my key and you can meet me there. I’ll be getting off early today since it’s Saturday. How does that sound?”

“It sounds just fine,” Lewis said, his initial nervousness having disappeared.

“But since y’all took the time to visit me at work, I’d like to give y’all a little taste of what to expect.”

Marlon reached under my dress and plunged two fingers into my wetness, then licked my juices from them.

“Oh, that’s a fine pussy your wife has, Lewis. Mighty tasty. I look forward to enjoying that in a few hours. Now, let me show you what I’ll be giving your lovely lady.”

Marlon unzipped his trousers and let his big black cock spring out. It was long and thick, and incredibly hard; it was magnificent.

“Now, I want you to picture this thick black meat sliding into your slut’s little white pussy. I’m gonna open her up and stretch her cunt till it aches. But I promise one thing—I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied. So, rest assured, I’ll be filling her up with my hot spunk, but not until after she sprays those juices for me. Y’all are welcome to stick around and fuck her dirty pussy or eat my jizz from her slutty hole after I’m done with her.”

My nectar was leaking profusely. He’d never once addressed me directly. He talked about me to Lewis as if I were just a body to use, and it had me hotter than I’d ever been. His cock was monstrous and I shuddered at the thought of him trying to fit that beast in my tight little hole. But I couldn’t wait to be used by him.

“Now, I’m gonna ask that you not touch her while you’re waiting for me. You’ve brought me a gift; it would be impolite to use it before I get a chance. Afterwards, y’all can play with my toy all you want. But I want her needy and aroused. I’m gonna be the big black bull that fucks her tiny white cunt while y’all watch. Isn’t that what you both want?”

“Yes,” Lewis answered while I merely nodded.

“Tell me what you want me to do to your wife, Lewis. I need to hear the words.”

“I want you to be the big black bull that fucks the shit out of my wife’s tight little cunt. I want to see your big black meat sliding in and out of her pale white pussy. I want to see your spunk oozing out of her after you have fucked her senseless.”

“Well, Lewis, that’s a big ask, but I’m happy to help. I have a taste for white meat, especially redheads who like to read pornography.”

Then, for the first time since his initial hello, Marlon looked me in the eyes and said, “Girl, I can smell your delicious cunt. I will enjoy using it, and you’ll enjoy how sore it feels when I’m done with it. And all it cost you was a dollar. Most women pay good money for this thick black man meat. But you’re special, Virginia. You made my dick ache from the moment you walked into this back room yesterday. I’m so glad you decided you wanted to get to know me better. And even happier that you brought supervision. Fucking white meat is more fun when I get to see the look on a man’s face while I’m using his wife.”

I was stunned that this beautiful man who spoke so gently to me the day before could talk so vilely today. But it made my pussy throb and I realized I needed to feel him inside me. There was no turning back.

Lewis and I had a light lunch at the drugstore dining counter. I sat there imagining Marlon taking me right there on the counter for everyone to see. When I shared that thought with Lewis, he grinned wickedly. “You naughty little slut. You can’t wait for that big black cock to open you up, can you?” he whispered.

I blushed and nodded.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I wanted you to pick someone you were attracted to, so Marlon is the perfect choice. His being a black man with a much bigger dick than mine makes it even better. Thinking about him fucking you is making my cock hard as steel.”

“Oh, God,” I whispered back. “I’m so turned on! I feel so dirty and so aroused.”

“Good, that’s what I wanted for you. And for me. Let’s go to the hotel and wait for Marlon in his room. I want the scent of your aroused pussy to hit him in the face the moment he walks in.”

I nodded.

“And,” Lewis added, “you are to do whatever he says, okay? You’re his little slut for the afternoon and into the evening if he wants. In fact, if he wants you all night long, you’re going to let him, right, slut?”

I could tell Lewis was as turned on as I was. And I knew how to make him even more so.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, shifting my gaze to the ground. “I will be his to use for whatever he wishes. My body belongs to him while we are in his hotel room.”

“Oh, fuck, Virginia! You make me so hard! And so happy. There’s no one better than you.”

We entered the hotel room and waited for Marlon. It was small, but clean and tastefully appointed for a small town inn. Before I sat on the bed, I noticed he had ropes tied to the headboard. On the side table, there was an assortment of things I’d never seen before. Suddenly, I felt panic rise in my belly. This was way out of my league. I was about to tell Lewis we should go when the door opened.

Marlon smiled and turned to Lewis. “Strip her clothes off slowly for me. Present my gift to me. Then sit down on that chair next to the bed and watch me use this little white slut.”

Lewis did as he was told and left me standing naked before Marlon.

“You can stroke yourself while you watch me use this piece of fuckmeat if you wish. Or just supervise. I won’t leave any permanent marks on her, but I will use her hard. So if she has a safe word, she’d better use it if she wants me to stop. I don’t understand the word no, but I will respect a safe word."

“Pineapple,” I blurted out.

“Very well, if there comes a point in anything I’m doing that the pain isn’t pleasurable, y’all just say pineapple and I will stop. Deal?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered instinctively.

“Excellent. Now, bitch, get on your knees. You’re gonna show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth.”

I knelt before him.

“Well, bitch, unzip me and take out my dick.”

I did as he commanded and felt my pussy get wetter as I took his cock out. Holding the hot, stiff rod in my hands was incredible. He took it from me and slapped my face with this massive tool.

“Open your mouth, slut; I’m gonna use it. Don’t you fuckin’ bite me, do you understand?”

I nodded and opened my mouth wide. No way was his cock going to fit in my mouth, I thought. But he proved me wrong.

He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pushed his way in until I was gagging. He eased back and then plunged in again, going deeper. He repeated this move until the tip of his cock was buried in my throat. I struggled to breathe, but he didn’t seem to care. I wondered how the hell to say pineapple with my mouth full of big black cock, but when I glanced over at Lewis and saw the look of lust on his face, I decided to let Marlon use me as roughly as he wanted.

“Use those hands on my balls, slut,” Marlon directed. I fondled his sac and, catching a glimpse in the mirrored closet door, I was instantly turned on by the contrast of my pale fingers on his dark skin. I must have relaxed my throat when I wasn’t thinking about it, because he was able to push in deeper, cutting off my air completely. My pussy was on fire and I felt like an owned whore; I loved it!

He came without warning, shooting his thick spunk deep into my throat. Swallowing was the only option. When he finally backed out, I inhaled, filling my lungs with much-needed air.

“Your slut is the best I’ve ever had, Lewis. I might not want to give her back.”

I shot Lewis a panicked look, but he just smiled. I relaxed. If he wasn’t worried, I decided I shouldn’t be either.

“Get on the bed, slut,” Marlon said sternly. He took my arms and secured each one over my head to the headboard. Then he reached under the bed and produced two more ropes, tightening them around my ankles so I was spread-eagle on the bed.

Marlon played among the pink folds of my drenched pussy, teasing me until my hips were lifting off the bed. He stopped and laughed when he heard me whimper because he’d gotten me so close and left me hanging. He stripped off his clothes, exposing his magnificently toned body.

I felt guilt wash over me because I wanted him so badly. But I glanced at Lewis and saw he had his dick out of his pants and was stroking it. Apparently, he wanted this as much or more than I did. So, I decided the guilty feeling was stupid and to embrace how much of a dirty slut I had become.

Marlon grinned wickedly as he grabbed two nipple clamps off the nightstand and attached them to my tender nipples. They were adjustable, so initially, they felt pretty good. He moved between my legs and teased my pussy again, this time with his tongue.

He licked and swirled, he nibbled and sucked, and he had me writhing on the bed like a slutty little cockwhore. He stopped and started several times, edging me till I thought I might die of need. Then he tightened the nipple clamps and plunged his cock into my pussy.

“Oh, God!” I cried out.

“No, baby, not God. Just Marlon, your big black bull fucking the shit out of your tight, white, married pussy.”

The combination of his moves and his words sent me right over the edge. I squirted as I climaxed. Something I’d never done before. At first, I was worried that I was peeing, and I was embarrassed, but Marlon said, “Oh, fuck yeah! Little Red Riding Hood is a squirter!”

He hammered into me, taking me harder than I’d ever experienced; his cock banging against my cervix was a little painful, if I’m honest. But it felt wonderful to be so thoroughly used that I just enjoyed the feeling.

He fucked me for what felt like hours, though I knew it hadn’t been that long as light still trickled in the window. I came several more times before he finally cried out, “I’m gonna fill your dirty married cunt with my jizz!”

I looked at Lewis for some reason at that moment. He was still stroking his cock slowly and mouthed the words, “I love you.”

I smiled and mouthed it back just as Marlon shot his load deep inside my pussy.

He got off of me and told Lewis it was his turn.

Lewis dropped his pants and boxers on the floor and climbed onto the bed. He looked at me with lust in his eyes and said, “I’m gonna fuck your dirty pussy, you horny little slut.”

He pounded into my pussy and said all kinds of dirty things. “Your cunt is filled with black bull juice, you dirty slut. But don’t forget, you’re MY whore. I get to slut you out and then use you for my pleasure!”

We came together, our state of arousal enhancing our orgasms like never before. It was mind-blowing.

Afterward, Marlon offered me the use of his shower, which I gladly took. When I was clean and dressed, I returned to the room and saw Marlon and Lewis shaking hands.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, baby. I was thanking our new friend here for suggesting that we get to know each other better. It was a very hot experience, don’t you agree?”

“I do,” I agreed. “And I think we should do this again. But we should probably wait until I’m not so sore.”

“Your ass isn’t sore yet, darling,” Lewis said, raising an eyebrow.

When my eyes grew wide, Marlon laughed. “Don’t worry, Little Miss Red. We can try that another time.”

And we did. But that’s a story for another time.