The Weekend

After spending the rest of the week being used by both Roger and John, Saturday came. My routine on Saturday was a bit different. No alarm was set and we'd sleep in. Or at least try to. I would still wake up kind of early. 6 at the latest since I was just used to being up that early. Then, I'd wake up Roger for morning sex and breakfast. Then, we would just laze about in bed till 12, usually fucking again at some point. But at 12, he would leave to go hang out with his friends. He looked forward to Saturday all week and some of these guys he had been friends with since high school. So, I had no problem with it except he'd be gone all day. He wouldn't be back until that night and sometimes late at night. To make matters worse, sometimes he would come home too drunk to do anything and promptly fall asleep as soon as he touched the bed. So, not only would I be bored but I would get less sex than usual. We'd always make up for it on Sunday spending most of the day fucking all over the apartment until he was wore out.

This Saturday was different. Dressed in my workout outfit, which consisted of purple yoga pants and a matching sports bra with my hair in a ponytail, I saw Roger off with John. "Take good care of my wife while I'm gone!" Roger said jokingly.

"Oh, I will," John said as he subtly put his hand on my ass as Roger walked to the door. As soon as Roger shut the door, John shoved me against it, yanked down my pants, and started pushing his cock into my asshole.

"Ahhhh, wait! Roger hasn't left yet!" I said alarmed.

"Then, try to keep your voice down." He pushed his cock fully into my ass and I covered my mouth to try to stifle a moan. Then, he pulled my bra up letting the girls out and proceeded to fuck my ass with slow, but hard thrusts. Each thrust **** a muffled cry of pleasure out of me. I was addicted to his black cock and at this point especially loved it in my ass. Being quiet was impossible. I wanted him to go faster but I knew if he did, I might forget why I was covering my mouth and let those moans out. Instead, I listened through the door for the sounds of Roger shutting the car door. Cranking up the car. And... And... Why is he just sitting there? Hurry up and leave! I didn't mean it like that!

After putting myself through that psychological **** for what felt like forever but was probably just a minute or two. I heard Roger pull off. John heard it, too, because he sped way up, pounding my ass fast and hard like he was trying to fuck me through the door. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh FUCK! Fuck my ass! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" When I came, I came hard and I know I was loud enough that Roger would have heard me if he was still outside. Hell, the neighbors probably heard me. Even after I came, he didn't stop or slow down until he filled my ass with cum. I ended up cumming, again, and collapsed to the floor. Then, he shoved his cock in my mouth and I instinctively sucked it.

"Well slut, I have you all to myself. I'm going to fuck you all day." And he did. He fucked me in every hole in every room of his house making sure I came at least once per room. I lost track of the number of orgasms I had that day. Honestly, I lost track of the number of creampies I got, too. He didn't cum in every room but he still came a lot. Sometimes in my pussy, sometimes in my ass. And one time in the kitchen, he came between my tits after a titfuck and got cum all over my sports bra, which I'm sure he did on purpose. During all of this, Inez followed us around with little sandwiches, bottles of water, and energy drinks. I swear, I saw her give him some kind of pill at one point.

There was one room where he didn't fuck me, actually. Me and Roger's bedroom. I really expected him to leave a cummy mess in our bed but he didn't. He skipped over it as we fucked our way to his bedroom. Once there, we spent the rest of the day fucking in his bed.

At one point that night, John had me cumming from fucking my pussy deep with his big, black cock in a mating press while **** me. After fucking him for a week, I had accepted it was only a matter of time before I got knocked up and there would be a 50% chance of the baby being black. So, my body was still shaking as he fucked me through the orgasm most likely about to give me another creampie when the phone rang. This was John's house phone. My cell was probably still in our room.

"Roger Workman," the automatic caller ID said.

"You should get that," John said as he stopped fucking me and let go of my throat. Part of me was disappointed that he stopped before adding even more cum to my womb, which made me instantly feel even more guilty as I reached for the phone.

"H-hello?" I answered with a shaky voice. I heard the sound of a rather nosy bar in the background.

"Hey babe! You okay you sound funny."

"Yes, I was...taking a nap. I just woke up."

"Sorry to wake you. I was just calling to let you know I was going to be late. Me and the guys hit a bar."

"It's okay, honey. You have FUN!" At that point, John, who was still inside of me, decided to thrust into me hard and my voice jumped up an octave in surprise.

"You sure you're okay?"

I tried my best to sound normal and not like I was getting dicked down by his boss which was very hard to do. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just had a leg cramp is all. Let me deal with that and I'll see you when you get home."

"Okay, babe."

"Oh, and call when you're on your way in case I fall asleep."

"Sure thing. I love you!"

"I love--AH! Sorry, this cramp. See you later!" With that, I hung up. "You're such a bastard!" John just laughed and went back to pounding away at me till he came inside.

By the time John's stamina had worn out, we both passed out in his bed with me being a sweaty, cummy mess. Around midnight, Inez woke me up. She actually had my cell phone. "Wake up, whore. Your loser husband is calling." I didn't understand what was going on till I looked over and saw John laying there with a smirk on his face. Then, the memories of that day came back. I took the phone and answered it. "Roger?"

"Hey, babe. Sorry to wake you but I'm on the way."

I faked a yawn. "Okay honey. I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you, too!" Then, I hung up.

"You should get cleaned up and head to bed," John said. "But first, help me with this." He pulled back his covers and his big, black cock was hard, again. I sighed and started sucking his cock. After a blowjob that took longer than I had hoped, I swallowed his cum and rushed to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and tried to deal with the massive amount of cum in my pussy and ass. Then, I got in bed still nude and turned out the light. A few minutes later, the door opened and I pretended to be asleep. Roger came in, took off his clothes, and got in bed. I turned over and gave him a sleepy smile.

"Hey there."

"Hey." He kissed me and soon enough he was on top of me thrusting away. Unfortunately, I was exhausted. I couldn't tell him that so I faked the sounds of me enthusiastically being fucked until he added the umpteenth load to my cunt.

Our Sunday routine ended up changing a lot, too. For one thing Roger couldn't fuck me all over the place. So, we stayed in our room. I was recovered enough from the marathon fucking John had given me the day before to try to do it, again, but with Roger. However, he didn't have the same level of stamina that John had, which I still suspect came from a pill. So, he had to rest a lot more. A few times, he actually took a nap. I tried to sleep as well, but I was still horny. I reached between my legs with my left hand and rubbed my clit. I was going to finger my pussy with my right hand but apparently my hand had a better idea and ended up fingering my asshole. That just made things worse as my fingers couldn't get deep enough to satisfy the itch I was feeling. So, I carefully got out of bed and walked to John's room.

"Well, what do we have here?" John asked with an amused smile as he lay in his bed watching TV. "Where's Roger?"

"He's taking a nap."

"So, what brings you to my room?" I was fully nude. He knew what I wanted but was going to make me say it.

"I need you to..."

"Go on. Tell me what you need."

"I need you to fuck my ass!"

"Then, get over here!" Two anal orgasms later, I went back to Roger with a heart full of shame and an ass full of cum. And yet, that shame didn't stop me from doing the same thing two more times before the night was done. Roger never suspected a thing.

And so, the pattern that became my weekly routine was established. This went on for a couple months. Then, one day everything changed.