We didn't make it home before the sex began. Lisette lowered her head into my lap and sucked my cock as I drove, not to completion but a new sexual boldness on her part.

Excited and panting, Lisette lay back in the seat, lowered her hose and thong and plunged two fingers into her soaked pussy as we drove home on the expressway, making no effort to cover up-but in Atlanta traffic that early in the morning no one seemed to notice.

"Fuck, I'm on fire," Lisette moaned as she rubbed her clit. "I can't believe I just did that. I must be crazy, but my heart is still racing. Here feel," Lisette said, taking my hand and pressing it against her chest, where her heart indeed was pounding. She orgasmed and squirted before we turned down our street. I pulled into the garage. She was out of the car before the door complete closed.

I grabbed her hand and led Lisette up the stairs and into bedroom. She reached to remove her hooker costume. "Leave it on," I ordered, reaching under her skirt, my hand causing it to ride up, and grabbing the fabric of her fishnet hose I ripped a long hole in the crotch, then grabbing her thong twisting I tore it off her. It was dripping with her juices.

I pushed her back on the bed, pushed the skirt up to her waist, and then pushed the tube top higher, her full breasts springing free. Dropping my pants and grabbing her ankles I tugged her to the edge of the bed, leaning forward and plunging into her damp pussy and pumping hard, each thrust causing her breasts to bounce with the impact.

"Like me being a whore?" she whispered. "I think you do."

"I do, do you?"

"I did tonight," Lisette said. "All the attention got me going."

"I love you being a whore," I said. "This is the hottest I have ever seen you."

"I'm your whore baby," she whispered. "All yours." I kept pumping, gasping for breath holding on.

"You liked me showing off like I did tonight? You said you've been wanting that."

"I loved it, love you letting go."

"When I took off my bra, I wanted Marion to see my tits, I wanted to tease him." She was saying this between pants and gasps. "I was so turned on."

"You did that baby."

"Yeah, I did. Damn he was so hot."

"You were so hot, Lizzy," I said.

"Yeah, I was," she said. "That big black man wanted to fuck me, didn't he?"

"Yes," I hissed.

Lisette moaned. "Oh God, he wanted to fuck me. He was so black."

"He offered $2000 to fuck you, didn't he," I said, my strokes going faster and faster.

"That would have been so hot. Living out your fantasy, somebody else fucking me, fucking him. I wanted to fuck him," she said as she started cumming. "Oh my God I wanted to fuck him so bad. If I had been single, I would have drug him away to an empty bedroom and let him fuck me against the closed door."

I was so unaccustomed to my wife letting go with such explicit talk that I could hold out now long and spewed my cum deep inside her.

"Damn, I could feel your cum spurting inside me," she said. "I think you liked that."

"I did," I said, the sleeplessness overtaking me. We were both so spent there was no more talking, only cuddling, spooning and sleep. "We need to talk," I said.

"Tomorrow," she said in a sleepy slurring voice. "Tomorrow baby." As she drifted off I heard her repeat, "he was so black."