Cheated On - Now It Is My Turn

I am a 34 year old married, white woman from the USA. I have been married for almost 12 years. I read a post about a woman who was cheated on by her husband and is now divorced. I wanted to share my story.

I found out that my husband was cheating on me. He literally had another family - sick and just weird. I feel completely unhinged about the entire situation. This is my story.

After learning and confirming about this sick situation, I filed for divorce. I cleared out our bank accounts and basically established a new financial life. I have my own money and our home is mine thanks to a wealthy grandmother as well. I have a good job so I will be good.

I immediately hit the dating sites. I wanted to know I was still desired, still wanted by other men. But deep down inside, this was about revenge and ‘showing’ him what he had. After a week of being on dating sites, the line of men was impossibly long. I steadily went through them and decided to just start meeting guys. I am in the prime of my sexual life so let’s just go for it.

My first choice was a 55 year old black man named Artie. We met at chili’s for a drink and quickly decided to fuck in his car.

A few nights later was Maxwell - 51 year old black man. We went to a local restaurant and quickly decided to fuck in his car.

A week or so later was Daryl. He was a 48 year old black man. We met at the park around 9:00 on a Saturday morning and by 11:45 he had me riding his cock in a motel room.

About a week later was Daryl’s friend Will. We met at the park around 2:30 and by 4:00 he was balls deep in my soaking wet c**t.

This continued for weeks. Every man I dated was a black man. I had never looked a black man or a white man differently- in any way. In every way, I have prided myself on being a person of the world and not a white woman. So why all black men? Was it subconsciously what I was physically attracted to? Was it their sexuality of how they fucked me? Was it all about revenge?

One day I ran into Daryl, Will and two of their friends at the outlet stores. I was there with my best friend Mari. We talked a bit and we eventually went our separate ways. Shortly after, I was texted by both Daryl and Will to join them after my shopping was done. ‘Like to meet all of you together?’ was my response. Both responded with ‘Yes!’ I told them I would text them in a little while from my car and I would give them an answer.

My wind went crazy. My c**t was on overdrive. I felt alive, desired, sexually open for the first time in 10 years. We finished our shopping and walked to our cars. As we said our goodbyes, Mari says to have a great day, smiles, gets in her car and drives away. Did she know????

I think that was the nail in the coffin for me. I texted Daryl and Will telling them I would meet them at the same motel in an hour. They said go there now - we will meet you.

15 minutes later I find myself walking into room 104 to be greeted by Daryl, Will, Curt, Mike and Jo Jo. I am here for all of these men to fuck. The funny part was I wanted this and I needed this. No sooner did I walk in the room and say hello were my clothes being shed from my fully horny body. My nipples were hard like diamonds and my c**t felt like a waterfall. One by one I watched them all undress. There was so much cock.

Will kissed me first and shortly after pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck him. The rest surrounded me, my hands were put on two cocks and I was told to keep going on each of them. Between the first cock and the fifth cock the thought of ‘how did I get here’ stayed in my mind. This quickly was removed when they stopped, picked me up and told me to go to the bed. I was humiliated by how soaked I was…my c**t had creamed my entire groin and down my legs. I was ready and these men knew it was time to give it to me.

For two hours and seemingly dozens of orgasms, these men fucked me inside out. Every imaginable position. All of my holes. They all used condoms to fuck me but all pulled them off and came on my body or in my mouth. I can remember noticing how many used condoms and wrappers were in the floor! I was in heaven. It finally ended and it was time to go. I left them my panties and bra, got dressed and headed home.

When I got in my car, Mari had texted me six times, the last one saying ‘you are still with them?’ Yes Mari, I was still with them! Lol

I have become their white slut and I have no desire to stop. Call it revenge or just my own personal sexual desire. Either way, I am getting exactly what my naughty c**t needs.