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RANCHER’S WIFE – CHAPTER NINE:
CHAPTER NINE:

My recovery from the attack at the cafe, almost losing Mitch, and my killing a man even if he was an asshole, occurred with far less trauma than what I suffered through after the abuse that Mitch had rescued me from. It still came to me with a rush at times, typically when it was quiet but fully awake. Sometimes in dreams I would see pieces of that day, the sounds, the flying glass, and the most scary of images for me – Mitch standing in front of that psycho with a gun pointed at his head. Mitch made me promise to tell him about every occurrence, to talk each one through. The talking about it seemed to have the effect of making it something that could be dealt with, then left behind. To not fear the images, but to look headlong into them.

I wondered if that was what Langley did for their warriors. Did they bring them in after difficult missions? Did they have them decompress, talk through the nightmares, the images of those they killed, and the civilians that were caught in the middle when it went badly? Was that why he knew so much about it?

Over the couple weeks since the attack, the images have faded and left me … for the most part, anyway. The flying glass and shattered surfaces in the café began easing when we again met with the owner and gave her a check for a down payment for an architect to make any changes she ever dreamed of. Seeing Mitch being held at gun point faded with his constant reminder that he was still beside me, holding me, teasing me, and loving me. He made the observation that seemed to allow me to release it all. In all our talks of dreams and images, my killing Banks was not one of them.

Shortly after that, Hansen showed up. Not on our doorstep or at the door knocking like most households. He couldn’t get past the gate at the edge of the property and he had no intention of climbing he fence or gate that he assumed would only send off alarms or signals in the house, anyway. So he called on the cell phone and asked for permission to enter. Mitch was in the barn tending to the horses when I heard the cell phone chime as I was busy in the kitchen. I was only wearing one of his sweatshirts, again. I was hoping for some attention from either Mitch or Blackie. Blackie had gone off with Mitch to the barn, though. I was supposed to be cooking up a mess of chicken breasts that could be used quickly in a number of dishes, including sandwiches. Hmmm, maybe taking Blackie with him wasn’t just coincidence …

I dried my hands on the sweatshirt and picked up the phone. The phone almost never went active, hence the reason neither of us kept it close by. I looked at the screen and I u*********sly shrieked. There on the screen was the name ‘Hansen’ and his picture. I was willing to bet that it was the only contact with a picture associated to it. Okay, maybe his mom.

“Hansen!” I shrieked it.

“Damn, Cat! I used to have two good ears …”

“Sorry, but … where are you? When are you going to come visit us?”

“Actually, just as soon as you open this damn gate. I am standing at the road by your gate.”

I opened the cabinet door and looked at the monitor. “Hansen!”

“Yes, Cat. I already said it was me. Could you open the gate?”

“Sorry … this is just so exciting! I had been hoping you would come visit! Here, the gate should be opening.” I press the button. “I’ll go tell Mitch. Oh, Hansen!” I saw on the monitor that he was already climbing into the pickup. I dropped the phone on the table and ran for the door and sprinted to the barn. It wasn’t until I was half way to the barn that I remembered that I was barefoot and only wearing one of Mitch’s sweatshirts. Yes, it was very large on me, but my legs were bare and the cold air blew right up my otherwise naked body.

After telling Mitch about Hansen being here, he pulled up the bottom of the sweatshirt, swatted my bare butt and sent me into the house to get dressed so I didn’t intimidate the poor guy. As I ran back to the house, now very much aware of the cold and my state of dress, I wondered to myself just why he, Hansen, means so much to me. I have only met him once and that was when we went after Banks’ house. As I flew into the house and down the hall to the bedroom, I could only imagine that part of it was that he was there for us, no questions asked. He travelled a distance because we needed him. But, probably, more to the real point was that he meant so much to Mitch. Mitch didn’t easily let on how much he might feel about someone. I became an exception. His mother, brother and sister were obvious ones, too. But the surprising one was Hansen. The way Mitch talked about him was beyond friend or even brother. Their time together, doing whatever it was they did, had created a bond that transcended normal male uneasiness for commitment. And, as I hurried back out to the large room and the main door, now with jeans on but still barefoot, I knew my affection for this man was an extension of my love for Mitch. And, it felt entirely appropriate.

I looked to the left where any vehicle would be coming from but couldn’t see very far down the track. I looked to the right and found Mitch walking back from the barn, bundled up in his winter work gear. I then saw him stop and wave to someone to my left and I knew it had to be Hansen. When his pickup came to a stop in front of the house, Mitch was standing by the driver’s door. They shook hands but quickly went into a manly shoulder hug, the way men do because it probably wouldn’t be manly to fully embrace so they kind of bump opposite shoulders. I was standing in the door way watching, itching for them to hurry up, and I realized I wasn’t just anxious, I was bouncing in anticipation, little hops on my toes staring out the door as Hansen followed Mitch up to the porch.

I took several steps back, but when they were both inside the house, I ignored Mitch and leapt at Hansen, forcing him to drop the duffle and catch me. I mean I literally leapt at him. Hansen was aghast, his eyes wide, but Mitch was laughing. “I warned you. I told you how much she has been looking forward to a visit from you!”

I looked into his eyes, then at his lips, only inches from mine. He looked nervous, but I was comfortable. Mitch and I had talked about my feelings for Hansen and he was fully supportive. It wasn’t that we generally considered having a sharing relationship, but this was Hansen and he was different. He was already like part of the family, a strange family maybe, but still a family. So, I kissed him. It wasn’t just a kiss … it was a kiss … on the lips, full contact, and full emotional feeling behind it.

It took him by surprise, not just surprise, it made him nervous. He looked at me with wide eyes and stammered at Mitch. I backed up and went to the kitchen telling them to talk while I got dinner ready. It might have been a little early, but I reasoned that they needed time to talk, to catch up, and discuss whatever it was that brought Hansen here in the first place. As I moved around the kitchen preparing something easy and quick for dinner, I tried to eavesdrop just a little.

“She really likes you, Hansen.”

“I gather that. But, that doesn’t bother you? I mean, you’re okay with that kiss?”

I heard him laugh. “I’m the one that encouraged her to take charge of herself, to take control of some situations. She’s responded very well, I would say to taking that to heart. To answer your question directly, yes, I am okay.” I heard a chuckle. “There’s more you’ll learn if you can stay for a few days, or longer. It would really please both of us.”

“Well, I suppose I could for a few days, but I was planning on a hotel in that town, to be out of your way.”

“Don’t bother. You have your stuff? We have a spare room.”

“You know me, I hate to leave anything behind for someone to look through.”

I poked my head through the kitchen entrance, “Then it’s settled. Mitch, show him the other room. We’ll work on him to stay longer once he’s in there.” I blew them both a kiss and disappeared back in the kitchen.

All I heard was, “I told you. You’re going to have to answer to her. Don’t fight it, man, she wants you here.”

Dinner was fine and casual. During dinner, Hansen told us the real reason for his being here. He said his handler let him know about the shootout at the café. He was told that it seemed to handled and we were okay, but the FBI report did mention something about a breach in security. That was when he made the decision to use some downtime to investigate himself. He met with Baxter just today and found that everything was nailed down. He did find the leak that put Mitch’s cell number into the hands of Banks. It turned out to be a data processor, basically an FBI clerk. He had run into some financial trouble and succumbed to the temptation of a buy-off. Although the FBI and other agencies attempt to monitor these types of security risks with employees, some always get past them. I understood the explanation and even accepted it. Of course, we survived. I also knew that if one of us had been hurt, I might not have been quite so understanding.

We adjourned to the other room with beers. Hansen said he had something for me. He said it might make a part of life a little easier, but it was up to me if I wanted it. I had given him ‘my’ chair by Mitch’s and I sat on the couch, Blackie at my feet. He kept looking up at me and I kept shaking my head, no. I noticed that each time it drew a smile from Mitch and soon a quizzical look from Hansen, but he had something on his mind.

He went into the spare bedroom and returned with a large manila envelope. The outside of which was marked, “SECRET”. Not top secret, so I guessed it wasn’t State secrets. He handed it to me and I just looked at it before looking back at him as he sat down, then bounced back up to get three more beers and distributed them. I still hadn’t opened the envelope.

He smiled as he returned to the chair, “Open it Cat. This isn’t one of those things that gets better the longer it remains unused. It only has value if your decide to use it.”

Before I could, though, “Why … how?” Mitch was surprised, too, apparently. But, it seemed that he had an idea of what was inside.

“Open it Cat!” Then he turned and answered his most trusted friend. “I was on assignment, one of those hell-holes where you can’t really trust either side, but you hope at least that our side is a little better. I kept thinking about Cat, what happened to her, all those years lost, never to be gotten back. Then, I got an idea.”

“Imagine!” They were back into their comfortable ribbing and needling of each other. Sometimes it seemed a bit harsh, but just dare that someone else would say the same thing when the other was around.

“I know, right? And you weren’t within thousands of miles …” I was starting to rip open the top flap, looked up at them and saw the smiles on their faces. “Anyway, when I got back, I just went upstairs and asked. They were only too happy to help.”

I had the envelope open and dumped the contents onto the couch next to me. My eye was drawn to a small plastic card. As I reached for it, my other hand went to my beer. I took a gulp while looking at Mitch and he nodded.

I read it, “Catrina Michaels. Cody, Wyoming. A driver’s license. The picture on the front is me. The birth date, weight, and height all are correct.” I am talking to myself as I looked at it. How can this be, I wonder, but not really wondering too specifically or the answer would have been obvious. I see another document, a copy of an old document really. “My birth certificate? No, Catrina Michaels’ birth certificate.” I read it closely, studying the details. “This is so weird. West Park Hospital. Birth size: 7 pounds, 9 ounces, 20.5 inches.” I looked up at Mitch, he was smiling. I looked at Hansen who was just gulping more beer and he was smiling but with a bit of reservation.

“I suppose I should have asked you first, Cat, but I thought it would help.”

“Do you mean that this is me, now? I am Catrina Michaels and all this is what people would find?”

“Give me your reaction … yes, if someone searched for you with your description and name, social security, driver’s license, anything, they would only find Catrina Michaels with that bursa escort history. There is a little binder of history in there.”

I dug through the papers spread out next to me: besides the driver’s license and birth certificate, I glanced at school records, Holy Communion from St. Anthony, school records from the University of Wyoming (apparently I only lasted two years in Communication and Journalism), and discharge paperwork from the Air Force.

“I was in the Air Force? I spent a lot of time in Guam as a Communications Specialist.” I looked up at Hansen. “Why that?”

He looked at Mitch and he indicated that he should answer that. Mitch was smiling at that nice bit of history was added for me. “I spent a lot of R & R on Guam. A lot of people went to some exotic places, but Guam suited me. It had some beaches, but it was mostly quiet and the people were/are very patriotic and supportive of the military.” He looked at Hansen, “I assume the dates match up generally that Cat and I met for the first times there?” Hansen just smiled.

I dropped everything that had accumulated on my lap back onto the couch as I got up and walked across the room. I went to Mitch and kissed him on the lips. “I love you, Mitch.”

I then stepped to Hansen, moved his hands, and sat down on his lap. I threw my arms around him, looked to Mitch for his reaction, and he nodded with a smile. I responded with a smile, then gave Hansen a big kiss on the mouth … hard, with passion, and feeling. Needless to say, he was stunned and, again, a little nervous. When I separated myself from him, “You are staying here.”

He, of course, tried arguing with me, but Mitch interrupted him, “Give it up, guy. Take it from experience, you are going to lose.”

But I did jump up off his lap and resettled into my spot on the couch. This time I was going into the details of each and every document. Periodically, I noticed that my drink was refilled next me and I would look to the guys and give them a grateful smile before turning my attention back to the documents

Mitch came to me, taking the transcript of my made-up history out of my hands. I had dozed off from a potent combination of excitement, long hours of reading and memorizing, and more alcohol than I had had in a long time. I noticed Hansen was missing and the light was on under the door of the guest room. I accepted Mitch’s hands to pull up and leading me to our bedroom. Passing the guest room, though, I stopped, knocked on the door and cracked it open.

“Thank you, Hansen. I’ll see you in the morning.”

That night, despite my tiredness and fatigue earlier, I couldn’t fall back to sleep. Mitch, bless his heart, fought off sleep to gently touch me and cuddle, sensing that conversation was about to come, it was just a matter of when. I didn’t make him wait long.

I turned to face him. The room was dark but we rarely closed the curtains on the windows and the light of the moon shone in, casting a muted glow into the room. “Mitch …” No more came out. I thought I was ready, I had repeated it several times in my head, but now … nothing. It wouldn’t come out.

I could see his smile at me, but I felt his hand stroking my hip and up to my breast even more. “Say it, Cat. You can say anything to me, you know that. Whatever it is, we’ll talk it over.”

I leaned in to kiss him on the lips. It felt good, it felt reassuring as his hand slipped off my hip, onto my butt, and pulled me tightly into him. He was hard. He was very hard. He was anticipating something. Maybe … maybe, he already guessed from my earlier actions.

“Mitch, you need to tell me if this is way out of line, but … well, I really like Hansen, and … well, and … you two are closer than brothers, you know?”

He chuckled, “Cat, spit it out. I know very well my relationship with Hansen. We’ve saved each other’s lives so many times we couldn’t even count, anymore. You’re right, that builds a relationship that can’t be duplicated in the normal world.” He raised my chin (yes, that finger under my chin), searched my eyes and planted a soft kiss to my lips. God, I love this man! A touch like that, his hardness pressing into me … I’d do anything he’d ask. I’d be his submissive, his slut. Damn, I’d be his slave! But, no, he would have none of that, he wanted me strong, independent, inside my own control. I put my arm around his neck and pulled him close … and I sighed deeply. “Cat, I know how you feel about him, too. I knew it before. I saw it again, tonight.”

“Mitch, I want to love him. While he is here with us, I want to bring him into our fun, our sex. I want this, Mitch. But, only if it won’t be a problem for you.”

He smiled. We were on our sides, facing each other, and pressed tightly against each other by both of our arms pulling at the other. His hand slid down my leg to my knee and raised it and pulled it over his hip. With my leg d****d over him, I was fully open to him and he slid the same hand between my legs. He gently (god, how can he be so gentle and so strong at the same time?) grazed my lips. It almost wasn’t a touch, it just floated on the surface of my lips, exactly between them, but never entering me. It wouldn’t have been an effort for him, I knew I was wide open for him.

“My woman is ready for something to happen now.”

I pulled my head back just enough to see into his eyes. “Am I your woman?”

He pulled me in so tight I thought I was going to have trouble breathing, if it lasted. “My dear lady, I think you’ve been my woman since the time I was nursing you in your recovery. I just had to realize it. Yes! You are my woman. I hope you’ll have me.”

I gave him a peck and a hug, my leg still d****d over his hip. “Went out on the limb without a safety net that time, didn’t you stud? And, I love that you did that for me. Yes … yes! Yes, I’ll have you and I want you, too.” He slid his cock into my wide open pussy. God, I knew I was wet and had to be open, but for him to slide that wonder thing into me so easily? “Ooooooooooo … Mitch! Yes, I … OOHHHHHHHH … I love you inside me!” I hugged him tightly as I had a minor orgasm. “But … oooooooo … but tell me before my mind turns to jelly … hmmmmmmmmm … about Hansen … about him involved.”

He was sliding in and out of me. It was awkward in this position, but with him in me … wonderful.

“Yes. I think it is time for you to enjoy a human DP.” I shuddered. “And Blackie … I wonder …” he pulled almost all the way out before driving back into me, “… a triple penetration?”

I had an orgasm right then and there, blowing circuits in my mind. But he never stopped moving inside me. He never stopped loving me through the orgasm. Even before I was through it, he rolled me on top of him and my legs instinctively moved to kneel over him and my ass took over the motion, rising and lowering on his wonderful cock.

I felt him twitch inside me, felt him press up into me with even more urgency … and, as I felt the first of his spurts coat me inside … I wondered what Hansen would be like with us. I came, again.

The next morning was like most any other in the winter, meaning I was getting the coffee ready first before worrying about breakfast. And, I was wrapped in a thick robe. Blackie was at my side, or right behind me, the entire time. I was sure he could smell me. Thinking about it, that he could smell me, caused a shudder of nasty, wonderful, excitement. I had climaxed several time, Mitch had cum inside me, and I knew, just knew, that Blackie was smelling that. I couldn’t resist it, I had to feel him, if just his tongue. The house was quiet but I knew Mitch would be coming out soon. I had no idea about Hansen. But, I needed to chance it, if just for a moment. I crouched down, spreading my knees wide. I held Blackie’s head between my knees, I saw his nostril flare at the scent he was picking up, but he didn’t advance on me despite my open invitation. My robe! He could see, he could smell me, but I had clothes on. I undid the tie around my waist and flung the robe open, exposing my front to him. It was enough, it looked enough like ‘naked’ for him, and he advanced. He snout between my thighs, his tongue shooting out and a first lap at my pussy. Yessssss, yes, yes … ohhhhh, what a wonderful feeling.

Just as I was about to lean back onto one arm to open myself more for him, I heard a door open and then close. Was it Mitch? Could I chance it to enjoy just a bit more? No! Snap out of it, Cat! If it is Hansen, you’ll cause a problem for sure. My mind can be so wild, but I jump up, causing Blackie to jump back, too. I turned my back to the entrance to the kitchen, fumbling for the tie of the robe.

“Good morning, Cat. I smelled the coffee.” I just got the tie secured and turned around. I wanted to be tentative with him this time. I had other plans but I didn’t want to scare him off before those plans could be comfortably put into motion. I stepped up to him, put my hands on his shoulders, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

I turned to the cabinet for a mug, poured some for him and turned back to him. “Did you sleep well, I hope?”

“It is eerily quiet up here. It is so quiet I think every sound is something to worry about. Once I got used to it, that it was just the way it was, I slept like a baby.”

Mitch walked in, I gave him a much bigger kiss. We talked, I made breakfast, and we talked more. Later, Mitch took Hansen on a tour of the place. I stayed in the house to give them their time. But, all I could think about was how I was going to get Hansen involved with us. That Mitch was not just okay with it, but wanting it to happen. And, Blackie … he mentioned Blackie, too. Oh, god, what was I going to do?

After dinner that night the guys stayed at the kitchen table while I cleaned up. No, they both tried to assist me, but I insisted they could just keep me company. That by itself would make me happy. It worked and they relaxed, soon sharing stories, partly for my benefit and partly for their own reminiscing. Regardless, the banter was strong and effective, just like the Jack Daniels I was feeding them. Actually, more to Hansen than to Mitch.

Then, Mitch came up to me as I was about done with the dishes. He hugged me around the waist and whispered in my ear between kisses, “He can’t keep his eyes off your ass. He’s trying to be discreet but is failing miserably. If you want to go ahead with this, it is now or never.” He then kissed my neck and the hand that would be unseen by Hansen slid up to my breast. “I love you. I love you, not for this, if you do it, but because … because of the woman you are for me.”

I leaned back into him and turned my head for a kiss, “You two go sit down in the other room. I’ll bring more drinks out. I know what I want to do.” He just smiled, but he also gave my ass a loving pat as he turned. That, though, he made sure Hansen saw.

When I finished with the kitchen cleanup, which wasn’t that long later, I peeked into the other room to see them settled into the easy chairs. I took down three new glasses from the cupboard and poured a double into each. I looked to the doorway, again, just checking out of nervousness, but was not able to see either of them. I took a deep breath. I was nervous, no question about it. Why, I wondered? Did I think he might not want me? Did I think he might be offended by the offer? Mitch didn’t seem to think that was even a consideration. It never came up as a thought, warning, or option to approach in a certain way. He seemed to be completely confident in his best friend’s reaction. I thought I was, too. Now, at the moment of initiating it, I had my doubts, my concerns, and … what? … worried for Mitch? I decided what I needed was a hit of bourbon. A little extra courage.

Then, after taking another deep breath, and the realization that this really mattered to me, I unbuttoned the flannel, very unsexy, shirt I was wearing and pulled it off my shoulders. Before dropping it onto the table, still holding it to my front, I peeked at the doorway, again. If they stayed in the chairs and I hadn’t moved, they still weren’t going to see me. Besides, girl, having Hansen SEE me was the whole idea. After admonishing myself, I dropped the shirt, unsnapped my jeans and ran the zipper down. I shimmied out of my jeans, then my socks. görükle escort bayan I dropped all of them onto the table, turned to the doorway (if they came in now, they may as well see what I was doing!), reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, slip it off my shoulders, and finally added my panties to the pile on the table.

Another deep breath. I wanted this; even better, Mitch wanted this, and I was now confident that Hansen would love it. Naked, I took up the three glasses after re-filling mine, and walked into the room, holding the drinks more to the side than directly in front. I figured that would present a better, more unobstructed view of my body. And, the effect was priceless. Hansen’s mouth fell open when he saw Mitch refocus to the kitchen entry and finally turned. Mitch had a huge grin on his face as Hansen looked from me to Mitch, back to me and staying on me. That quick look back to Mitch apparently was enough to convince himself that this was all good.

“I have new drinks for you guys and something more for you, Hansen.”

I gave out the drinks, then stood in front of Hansen. His legs were crossed. “I wish there was something else I could call you besides ‘Hansen’. ‘Hansen’ just doesn’t quite seem personal enough, right now.”

I noticed that since the initial quick look back to Mitch, his eyes hadn’t wavered back to him. His attention was fully on me, especially specific parts of me.

“Right now, you can call me ‘Dopey’ for all I care.”

I smiled at that, but I didn’t think he noticed.

“Okay … Dopey, will you uncross your legs, please?”

Now, he looked up at me, but he wasn’t reacting to the name I used. He uncrossed his legs and I sat in his lap. It was like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. I indicated his drink, “Drink, please.” He did, a healthy one, too. I took it from his right hand and leaning forward, put it on the side table between the two chairs. His left hand was awkwardly across my shoulders, like it had to be there, but … I took his right hand, now empty and sticking out in the air, and placed it on my left thigh, my left naked thigh. When his hand slipped a little toward my knee, I recaptured it and pulled it further up my thigh toward my hip. I pressed it into place and patted it. It was now much closer to my hip, and my pussy, than before. I snuggle into his lap and body much closer, much tighter, and his left arm couldn’t help but relax and slide down from my shoulder, down my arm, and to hip.

As we talk and share experiences and some private knowledge, Mitch is careful to keep the conversation away from me, helping to keep me comfortable. I periodically reach up and kiss Hansen on the neck or cheek and he relaxes more. His hands are not stationary, any longer. He is gently moving them over me. As his left hand moves up my side, underneath my arm, he grazes the side of my breast and I close my arm over his hand to keep it there. He looks down at me and I smile at him.

“That’s nice Dopey. I like that gentle touch.”

He pulls me into him tighter and kisses my forehead. “Maybe ‘Hansen’ would be better. Especially, now.”

“Now? Does that mean you want something more to happen?” I purposely move his left hand to cover my left breast. I then take his right hand, separate my thighs a bit more and place it between my legs. I feel him tense. “It’s okay.” I kiss his neck, again. “I want it, Hansen. I can feel you under my butt, I know you want it, too. Mitch … Mitch is more than okay with it. We talked about it last night. I’ve been waiting for this all day, Hansen. You’ve been on my mind all day.” I separate my thighs more, his finger tips are at my pussy lips. “I can feel your readiness. Can you feel mine?”

His fingertips become alive, they move to my lips, along my lips and just between them. I know I am wet, I was willing to bet that I was sopping wet.

“Oh, god, Cat … you … I …”

“Yes!”

I stand up, holding Hansen’s hand in mine, pull him off the chair, and into my arms. He is shorter than Mitch and we are nearly at eye level with each other. It’s weird, I am so used to now having to look up to look at the man I am about to fuck. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him hard on the lips. We are standing directly in front of Mitch, and that adds to the excitement for me. I am kissing his best friend, I am about to make love to his best friend, and before the night is out I will probably be fucking his best friend. I turn him toward the hallway to the bedrooms, but stop next to Mitch. Still holding Hansen’s hand, I bend over and kiss him.

I announce to Mitch, but also to Hansen, “We’re going to bed now.” Hansen’s mouth hanging open, again. He still hasn’t assumed anything about this. Is that the mark of a true friend? Even with all that I have done to indicate what is going to happen, he still is waiting for it to be crystallized for him, not allowing any assumption that could cause a problem?

Mitch smiles at me, nods to Hansen, and returns with another kiss, “Will I see you later?”

I smile at him before turning to look at Hansen over my shoulder, “Probably not.” Hansen gives a resigned and accepting smile.

Mitch puts his hand behind my neck, pulling me a little closer, and kisses me deeply. Then, just loud enough for Hansen to also hear, “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”

With his hand in mine, I led him into the guest bedroom. Inside, I closed the door behind us, turned around and stopped. I just looked around the room.

“Cat? Is something wrong? Is this wrong?”

I moved to him to kissed him on the lips, letting my hand slide from his chest to the front of his jeans. He was very hard. I smiled at him and pointed at the bed, “When I finally came to a couple days after Mitch rescued me, this was where I was.” I went to the window and looked out at the blackness. “Out there is the dock. I woke to the sounds of a man talking. Obviously, it was Mitch and he was talking to Blackie. He was naked. I’ll never forget that image, the first image of my man, naked on the dock after a morning swim. He saw me in the window and waved. Then it occurred to me that he could see that I was naked, too. But, he was the one who was caring for me.” I looked around the room more, still holding his hand, changing hands as I turned in a circle. “This room has so many memories for just a room.” I was facing him, again. I put my arms around him, pressing my body into his, my groin into his crotch, feeling his hardness against me through his jeans. “Now, if you will do me the honor, it will have another wonderful memory for me.”

“I … I hope I don’t let you down.”

“Not possible.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I care too much for you. I think you care too much for me. When you care, you make it good for each other. I’ve learned that with Mitch.”

My hands were working the buttons of his shirt, then his jeans. I knelt down to remove his shoes, his socks, then to pull down his jeans, and finally, watching his face, his underwear. Before they were on the floor, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked. Once my hands were free, I held it out, stroking it as my mouth sucked on it, kissed the head, and licked the entire length. It was already hard, sucking him was just for fun, but I didn’t want his first time to be too fast. Yes, even in my head I already knew this was going to be many times. I rose to my feet and removed his shirt and undershirt. I stroked his chest, inspected his nipples and kissed each one. They were unmarked, undamaged, lacking any signs of having been abused. I wondered if he knew the details about Mitch’s torture. Maybe … maybe that is something a guy like Mitch withholds from a friend, sparing him those details.

Now completely naked, too, I maneuver him back to the bed. I stop him at the edge, pull the covers down, baring the sheets so later when we are spent and exhausted by our sex, we can easily cover ourselves. I put him in the center of the bed, we’ll start there … who knows how we’ll end up. I knew I certainly didn’t. I didn’t know him as a lover; did he like to move around, change positions, be athletic, or did he like to stay in a position to completion? I hoped he liked to move, change, and experiment. Mitch did and that was something I loved about sex now, so much more than when I was restrained, helpless to participate or guide the activity. Yes, now was better.

On his back, his arms to the side and his legs slightly spread, I crawled up from the foot of the bed, then with my head down, planting kisses as I went, I slinked like a cat on the prowl. And, I was. I was Cat (the connection just hit me) and I played it out, striding over his body, my tongue and lips touching him as I move along his body. Mitch loves this, the anticipation, the uncertainty of what I will do next. Mitch has come to know me, though. He knows there a dozen or so thing I might do, randomly joined together but never the same way. Hansen … well, he doesn’t have a clue. His eyes are fixed on me like a teenager somehow finding himself with an experience woman.

Reaching his head so we are eye to eye, mouth to mouth, I kiss him … long and passionately. He gasps into my mouth. I love the feeling, the knowledge, the sense that I have my partner consumed with the initial actions of our lovemaking. Done right, the small things, the anticipation, the uncertainty, heighten the experience. My mound is pressing hard into his already hard and straining cock. I move my breasts, my nipples, into his chest. All the while looking into his eyes. I kiss him again, my tongue becoming part of the game, into his mouth, clashing with each other’s.

I pull back, gazing into his eyes, “We’re going to make love, first. Later, if you wish, we’ll fuck.”

I lay on top of him, stretch out along his body, my breast pressed into his chest, my groin pressed into his hard cock. We kissed … and kissed. It was lovely. It was passionate. It was also tender. Then, I thought he had too much gentle, maybe he wasn’t capable of just tender and loving. He rolled us over so he was now on top. He raised himself above me, supported by his arms, kneeling between my legs. He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine until he bent down and kissed me, again. But it was still tender, kissing me, slipping a tongue just inside my mouth, taking my lower lip between his and sucking, then kissing me.

I felt his body shift, his weight moving to one arm as the other moved down between our bodies. I felt him at my pussy, running a finger along the length of my lips, slipping just inside them.

“You are very wet, Cat.”

“I know. I want you, Hansen. I want you inside me. And, if it isn’t soon, I may need to forget about that gentle, loving experience and just **** you.”

He simply smiled. I felt him move his cock to my pussy and move it up and down my slit. My mouth opened into a sigh as he went up and down several times. Then I felt him slip the head of his cock against me, a slight pressure to hold it there, then it parting my lips. Or, did my lips part to take him in? He was just inside my lips, remaining there, unmoving. My eyes closed at the first touch of his cock parted my lips, at the first moan of pleasure and anticipation of what was now for sure to come. No more wondering, hoping, or yearning. No, now I knew I was going to be sharing myself with Mitch’s most trusted and best friend. I was definitely going to have the chance to share with him my love, Mitch’s love, through my body and being.

Slowly, oh god, so slowly, he inched his way into my wet and eager pussy. It felt that I was getting wetter just in the anticipation, that I had to be leaking around his cock as he barely moved into me. My mouth opened wider, I breathed in with short intakes as another inch of cock entered me. I exhaled with each moan and gasp that escaped my mouth. When I felt his body against mine, that I had all he had to give me, my mouth closed after a final and long, “Oooooooooooooo” escaped. Then, a smile, contented and pleased, crossed my face. And, with that I ground my hips up into his.

My eyes flickered open and I saw him supported above me, a smile on his face as he looked down, his cock slowly and smoothly moving in and out. “What?”

“You’re beautiful, Cat. The smile on your bursa escort bayan face, like you are wholly content and comfortable with what is happening.”

I smile at him, reach up and kiss him, “I am! I love the feeling of you inside me.”

He was studying me. Did he understand me? Did he understand what was happening? “You love to fuck?” He continued gently sliding in and out.

I searched his eyes now. “Maybe … probably … yeah, I guess I do. But, no, that’s not what I mean. I love you, YOU, inside me. There’s a … difference. I don’t pretend that my body hasn’t experienced a lot things, that a … hmmmmm … lot of things were don’t to it. But with Mitch, and now you, … ooooooo … it is different. The connection of what is happening in my pussy, in my head and in my heart, joined together makes the experience explosive … even when gentle.”

His eyes continued to watch me for a moment or two more, but his hips continued as they had been. He seemed to understand, though. A contented smile came over his face as he eased himself down over my body and we fucked missionary to climax.

He rolled to the side, relieving my body from carrying his weight. He stroked me, and I him. Gently, still, as our respective orgasms ebbed and slowly died away. My hand slid down to his soft cock. I wasn’t done with him. I want more and I wanted to give him more. But, I knew, understood, that he would need to recharge, recover.

I raised myself to my elbow, “You should retire, Hansen. Mitch did, you should, too.” He looked at me and shook his head. I cocked my head, “What?”

“Are you always so talkative, relaxed during sex? Most people I have known are into the act, intense, and focused on the sexual feelings and actions. You don’t seem that way.”

“I don’t know. Maybe because sex was always something so intense before. Now, it is something to enjoy and experience as it is happening. Come to think of it, yeah, maybe I do. I know that Mitch and I will start laughing if something odd happens or something becomes clumsy and awkward. Rather than pretending it didn’t happen, or feeling embarrassed, it seems more natural to laugh, giggle, or give him a swat if he goes in the wrong hole. We don’t stop, we just recognize that other things are happening, physically and in our brains. It seems that denying that would be denying part of the experience.” I swatted his shoulder. “That was for ignoring my comment and changing the subject.”

“Mitch has you, it’s different.”

“He didn’t when he retired. He says there is an increase in odds the longer you stay in after a certain time. Get out, Hansen.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Come here. We could use the help.” I stroked his cock, taking it in my hand. “You already know I like you … a lot.” He smiled at that and sighed at the touch and I felt a change happening already. “You could stay here. Or, if you want, we could build a place by the lake, your own space, but we could still be close. Please think about it.”

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. “Mitch has been after me, too. Okay, I promise, I will think about it.”

I smiled wide, kissed him quick, then slid down his body, engulfing his cock into my mouth. It started growing immediately. And, once he was hard, I rolled on top of him and rode him hard. But this time, we were all over the bed, changing positions repeatedly. It was glorious and we both found sleep quickly afterward.

The next morning I woke up early as was becoming my habit to match Mitch. It was slightly disconcerting to wake in the guest room but I quickly remember the previous night and Hansen. I turned to him, watched him sleeping and debated if I should wake him or not. I wanted to get up to get the coffee going, but also wanted to start the day off well for him. I decided to let him sleep … and start his day off well.

I eased under the covers, finding his soft cock and quickly made it hard with my fingers, tongue, and mouth. I frequently stopped, gauging his breathing, his body motion, and then proceeding.

When he erupted in my mouth, he came awake. At least, he said my name. When I came out from under the covers, he still seemed to be asleep. Maybe even a little deeper now.

I had the coffee brewing and just put some rolls in the oven cooking when Mitch came into the kitchen. Blackie had been following me around the kitchen constantly, not a few feet away the entire time.

“How are things coming here?”

I looked at him suspiciously, but intrigued. He seemed up to something and that often meant fun. “Everything is done. Just waiting for the timer to indicate the rolls can come out of the oven.”

“Good.” He undid the belt of my robe and slid it off my shoulders. Then he opened his robe, pulled a chair out from the kitchen table, and sat down.

I knelt down in front of him with a smile. I took his already hard cock into my mouth, taking it out, I looked up at him, a question on my face, “But, why did you take my robe off?”

He just pointed behind me. I turned, knowing who was there, he had been there since I came into the kitchen. I smiled, took Mitch back into my mouth, and patted my ass cheek. Within moments, I was sucking Mitch’s wonderful cock and being fucked by Blackie. When Hansen walked through the kitchen entryway, Blackie was just pushing his knot into my pussy. The sight of Hansen and receiving the knot at the same moment caused my first orgasm of the day.

During the next days I enjoyed my first, but not last, double penetration by the men who love me, both ways, meaning pussy-mouth and pussy-asshole. Then, my first triple penetration with Blackie; I am straddling Hansen, Blackie was on my back and inside my ass, and I am sucking Mitch. With all that happening, I hear Mitch, “Isn’t that the most amazing feeling? Feeling that other cock sliding along yours just in the next chamber?”

I am sad to see Hansen leave, but he insists he must. He has a job that was scheduled. Mitch argues with him to leave the Company like he did. The odds only get worse the older a person gets. Hansen insists he will return. He also insists he will seriously consider retiring, maybe even helping us on the ranch. It is something to hold onto. We have no other choice, though. We each make our decisions, then we have to live with them. Mitch and I tried, desperately. But, Hansen made his choice. Or, maybe we should look at it that he honored his commitments and will then consider our pleas for a change.

A month later and winter is definitely in the rearview mirror and spring coming, even in our valley. But, we still haven’t heard from Hansen. Mitch tries to reassure me, that missions don’t go on a rigid schedule. Sometimes things happen that completely change schedules and everything becomes a run by the seat-of-your-pants. He is trying to help me, but it isn’t working. I can tell by the look on his face, the sadness and concern in his eyes. Then, the worst sign of all, he gets a call on the Sat-Phone. We haven’t received anything by the Sat-Phone in what seems like forever. I hate to even have Mitch pick it up. And my fears are right, of course. Of course, now I have to be right! The backup team brought Hansen out and home. But … Hansen is dead.

I watch Mitch closely after that call. I have wondered if even I mattered as much to him as Hansen did. I even wondered if his mother mattered more. But, this was Mitch. This was the man who had survived awful losses before, suffered personally before. It wasn’t long before I realized, accepted, that this might have a lasting effect on him, but he was okay. At least, as okay as someone can be after such a loss. Considering it was Mitch, that was pretty okay.

One night Mitch is standing in front of the large sliding doors. Spring is definitely coming, but in the mountains, that takes some time to actually take hold. He is quiet and naked. We have just made love, not just we, but the three of us. Mitch watched Blackie and me, he loves that. Then after we finally separated he made us drinks. I saw it on him, again. The tension in the muscles in his back and shoulders.

“What is it, Mitch?”

“We should go see my family.”

“You want me to meet your family?” I am puzzled. This is the first he has brought it up, but there is a sense of urgency in his attitude.

“Yes. We have to.”

“We have to? Okay. You say when.” I was a little bit nervous. This was unlike Mitch. Usually, we talked about these things. This was coming from nowhere.

“Soon, very soon. Damn, this isn’t right! I should have been more prepared. I’m not, I didn’t plan this right. You deserve better …” He was upset and I had no idea what he was talking about. Was this all coming back from Hansen somehow?

I am nearly panicked, “Mitch!”

He turns, sees the look on my face, and walks to me. There is something in his eyes, an almost little boy look that has me completely mesmerized and bewildered. Has he EVER walked towards me naked and my eyes didn’t immediately at least glance down at his swaying penis? No, but this time the look in his eyes held my undivided attention.

“Tell me, Mitch. Just say it.”

He looked at me and exhaled a long breath that I doubt even he realized he had been holding. He looked up at the ceiling, sighed deeply again, then looked down at me, and knelt on one knee in front of me. My heart caught … suddenly, instantly, nothing else in this house, in the valley, or on this Earth existed … and all time stopped.

“Cat … I … this should be better …” He breathed, again. “Okay … Cat, will you please marry me? PLEASE.”

MY GOD! I know my eyes opened wide, my mouth dropped open … and nothing came out. I just stared at him. I could see the look in his eyes change, I could see the panic come into them. He stood up, took a couple steps backwards, bumped hard into the heavy rough wood coffee table and nearly lost his balance. I was following him, though. I didn’t know I could move so fast while in a daze. I reached out and grabbed his hand, keeping him from falling. We stood an arm’s length apart, just looking at each other. Finally, my voice came to me. But, it wasn’t a word or two or three … it was a squeal, a squeal of delight and soul-filling excitement. Somehow … who knows, who cares … I was in his arms, again. My arms around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist. I was kissing his neck and shoulder and repeating one word, “YES! Yes, yes, yes … oh my god, YES!”

Before I know it, almost in a daze after being asked, we are in Texas. His family has arranged everything for a small wedding and reception. They are shocked that we prefer to return to the valley rather than a honeymoon somewhere hot with a beach. I tell them they just haven’t seen what a paradise we live in.

After all the fuss of the wedding and reception where I meet all of Mitch’s c***dhood friends, Mitch’s mom walks up to me, “Thank you, Cat!”

“Me? Why are you thanking me?”

She pulls me into her, kissing my cheeks, “Just look at him! I haven’t seen him this comfortable, relaxed, and happy for … gosh, it’s been since maybe when he was in school. That’s why ‘thank you’. I never thought he would ever find someone who could live with him, tolerate him, make him happy, AND be happy with him.”

I look over to where he is sitting with his sister‘s two k**s, reading them a story, making them laugh with absurd sounds and exclamations. Yes, he was definitely a different, more relaxed man than the one I had first known. His sister has now joined us and our arms are intertwined. “Well, it’s been two way, then. I was afraid it was all what he was giving me.” I watched him a moment longer, then, “You have to come up and stay for a while. It would be perfect for the k**s with the lake, the boat, the horses, and hiking in the mountains.” They agreed that they would try.

His brother is teasing. “Mitch, I don’t think I heard what your wedding present was to your beautiful wife.”

Mitch’s wedding present: buying the adjacent ranch. An additional 10 square miles, all range land.

“Very romantic, Mitch! That just sounds like a lot more work.”

“It is, but …” He comes to me and announces that also coming with the sale: Belgian Malinois. Herding dogs. Two of them. Height: 24-26 inches. Weight: 60-65 pounds. Intense best describes the Belgian Malinois. This is a high-energy breed with a need for regular mental and physical stimulation.

That brings a coy smile to me that I try to share only with him … and, of course, a very deep blush that is impossible to hide.

THE END

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David rested his head against his headboard, while on the other side of the wall, his mother screamed out yet another orgasm. His cock was firmly held in his hands, as his mother screaming to be fucked harder and harder. In his mind it was him, David, she was screaming for. He could feel himself getting close, but wanted to delay that pleasure, until she was done.

He gripped the base of himself, and waited for the sensation to ebb.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, right there, baby, right there. Keep that up and you’re gonna make me cum agaaaaaaiiiiinnnnn!”

That did it, and his semen shot out, making a high arc, before landing in the towel he had laid out. He quickly started rubbing up and down his shaft, trying to prolong the pleasure as he pictured himself shooting off into his sexy mother. Her short blonde hair matted to her head with sweat, as her large tits swayed above him. He moaned louder, and hoped that they didn’t hear him next door, as his own orgasm intensified.

By the time he was done cleaning up, he could hear his dad leaving. He was taking off on another one of his trips, leaving his mother, Marion, and him alone for a couple weeks. He was in the business of restoring businesses after a fire or some other natural disaster, and his company sent him to both evaluate the estimated costs, as well as supervise the restorations. Quite often it seemed like he was gone more than he was home.

“Oh, hunny, I didn’t realize you were home,” his mom told him as he dumped his towel in the laundry. She didn’t miss what he’d dropped off, and gave a small grimace. “Heard, us huh?”

David wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed. They were like best friends, and talked about almost anything. “Sorry, mom–” Not that he really was! “–It was kinda hard NOT to.”

She grimaced again for a moment, and then shrugged it off. “Your dad will be gone for about a week this time, so it’s just us till then.”

“Yeah?” David knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking the next question. “When is Peter coming over?”

This time her grimace turned into a fully fledged scowl. “My BOSS is coming over tomorrow, so that we can discuss some insurance claims that look fraudulent.”

We both knew that was a lie, and we both knew that we both knew, but mom did try to keep up some appearances.

His mom was a horny woman, and who could blame her? At forty-five she still looked like she was in her thirties, and she worked out regularly to keep her slim frame. The only thing that wasn’t slim about her was her huge knockers, which David realized he was currently staring at.

“If you’re done ogling me, dinner will be in a couple hours, and I could use your help.” That was another great thing about his mom. She hated to order food, and they almost always had home-cooked meals.

David soon found himself peeling potatoes, while his mom worked on the rest of the food. He kept catching himself glancing at her as she worked; admiring how her hips swayed as she kneaded the hamburger, or the way her pants hugged her ass as she bent over the counter. Marion caught him looking a few times, but she just shook her head at her son’s foolishness, and continued working.

After dinner, David had some reports to fill out online for his job, and so retired to his room for the night. He was an accountant for various firms, and made good money doing it. He chose to live at home to save on the cost of rent, and be close to his mother. It wasn’t that David always thought about sex when it came to Marion. He truly loved her, and enjoyed helping her out whenever his dad was away on business. He just couldn’t help himself when he heard her having sex, or when she dressed in a sexy fashion, as she was often wont to do.

He had just finished his last report, when he heard the shower start in the hallway. David had often wondered why the master bedroom didn’t have its own bathroom, but he didn’t complain, because the hallway bathroom had one more oddity, that worked to his favor; it didn’t have a fan.

This usually meant that his mother would crack the door so that the cool air would creep in and keep the mirror from fogging up. It also meant he could get a good peek at her naked.

Unfortunately, just as he reached the crack in the door, she was slipping behind the shower curtain, cutting off his view. David was patient, however, and waited for her to finish.

He whiled away the minutes imagining her rubbing her loofah across her ample bosom, along her slender thighs, and between her succulent butt cheeks. He was already hard as a rock by the time she turned off the water.

The shower curtain was thrown back, and David failed to cover a gasp at the glorious sight before him. Water droplets covered her body, dripping off her breasts, and running down her legs. Her short hair was plastered to her head, and she wasn’t wearing an ounce of makeup. He knew that some men preferred their women all dolled up, but there were times, like now for instance, that David liked the natural beauty of a woman to shine through. Her chest sagged only slightly, despite her age and having had him, and one miscarriage. After the miscarriage, his father had been fixed, not wanting to suffer that pain again. Her nipples were large and hard as the water cooled them, and sat perfectly on her mounds. Her pussy had a slight blonde fuzzy growth, which David knew she usually kept trimmed, if not shaved. From this distance, he could just make out her labia poking through her outer lips.

She grabbed a towel, and David slipped his hand down his pants, grasping himself again. His mother was a sexual goddess as far as he was concerned, and he was not in control of his lusts. In truth, it was by the barest thread of decency that stopped him from entering the bathroom and having his way with her, right then and there.

Marion bent over to dry her calves and feet, allowing David to see her brown hole and a better shot at her crotch.

As soon as she was dry, she wrapped the towel around her waist, and walked up to the fog-free mirror, breasts swaying with her movement.

This was the most dangerous time for David, as the mirror was directly in front of the crack in the door. All it would take is for a flick of her eyes to catch him staring at her, and he would be busted. There wasn’t an excuse he could come up with to explain why his face would be looking through the cracked door at his nude mother. He had to get his breathing under control, so that he wasn’t given away from the sound.

He couldn’t pull away though, as Marion placed her hands above her breasts, and lifted them by pulling her skin up, then let go, and watched them bounce. She did this a few times, grimacing, David figured, at the way they sagged. He was simply mesmerized. He watched as she leaned toward the mirror, her melons dangling from her chest, and began to tug at her face. She really didn’t look her age, but like most women, she saw flaws in herself that others were incapable of seeing, including her only c***d.

She pulled back, and David realized he had overstayed his luck, and had to get out of the hallway. He pulled his hand from his pants as he stood up, and started walking as normal as he could with his hard on, down the hallway. A second later, the door opened all the way, and he turned to see his mother stick her head out.

“Turn around, son. I’m coming out,” she told him when she spied him.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just wrap a towel around your whole body,” David replied as he turned around. The truth was that he didn’t want her to wrap it around her whole body, but he had to play the his part.

He didn’t hear anything in response, and turned to see that she was already in her room, the door tightly shut. David retreated to his own domain, locking the door behind him. He grabbed one of his tube socks out of his drawer. In what felt like record time, he was dumping his load into the sock, and collapsing back on his bed. That night, not for the first time, David wondered if there was some way to get his mother to sleep with him.

* * *

The following day at work, all David could think about was getting home, and hopefully catching his mother and her boss, Peter, fucking again. He had been shocked the first time he had found them together, and had confronted his mother about it as soon as Peter had left.

“I have needs too, son, and it just so happens that when your dad is away, Peter takes care of those needs,” she’d told him.

“What about dad? How do you think he would feel to know his wife was stepping out on him?” David had shot back angrily. His anger only increased when she started laughing.

“Do you think he stays celibate on his trips? Your dad is a good tuzla escort bayan looking man, and he knows how to please a woman. We have an understanding: when he is home, we stay faithful to each other, but when one of us is gone, we are free to do as we like.” David had been speechless to learn this. “We both have strong sex drives, and quite frankly, it is unreasonable to expect either of us to go without a good screwing for longer than a day or two.”

Since that day, it was still a rare occurrence when he caught them. He didn’t know if it was his mother or Peter that was shy about it, but they were usually working by the time he arrived home.

David typed the last of his numbers into the spreadsheet, and double checked his math. Everything was accurate. Looking at the clock, it was about four PM. If he hurried, he might just catch them.

He broke a few speed limits on the way home, but he knew where all the speed traps were, and avoided speeding through those.

He saw Peter’s car in the driveway as he pulled in, and his heart started beating. He just might be in time!

He entered through the front door, stepping quietly, hoping to hear some moaning.

It was deadly quiet. He tip toed back to his room, and pressed his ear against the shared wall, and could hear something, but wasn’t sure what. He lithely moved back out of his room, and almost gasped as he noticed his mother’s door was cracked. She was usually more circumspect when it came to her and Peter screwing.

David dropped down to his hands and knees, and crawled to the slight opening.

The lights were off, but the thin curtains let in enough light for David to see, as soon as his eyes adjusted. Peter was on top of her, plunging in and out, as she grunted with each thrust. Her head was pointed in David’s direction, so there was no way she could see him, but for a second, he thought he had been busted by Peter.

Peter didn’t slow down, however, so David figured he was safe. He realized that the sound he had heard from his room, was his mother’s grunting, and wondered why she was being so quiet. Usually she was rather loud in her lovemaking.

Peter leaned forward, and hooked his arms under Marion’s shoulders, and pulled her back on him. “Oh, fuck!” Marion screamed as he did this, and then covered her mouth with her hand. David now had an excellent view of his mother’s ass, as she moved her hips on top of her boss.

“Let it out, baby,” David heard Peter say. “Your son won’t be home for awhile. You don’t need to be so quiet, and I love to hear moan.” Peter picked up his pace beneath her, and Marion had to place her hand against his chest to steady her at the new onslaught. She stuck her knuckle in her mouth, and David figured it was to hold back her cries. “Come on!” Peter moaned.

“I don’t want him catching us anymore,” she said, pulling her knuckle from between her teeth. “He already gives me weird looks, as it is.”

“Oh, come on! You like the way he looks at you. I’ve seen him looking at you breasts,” as he spoke, Peter began to lightly stroke Marion’s chest, “he seems to like your ass, too.”

“Stop it. He’s my son!” If David didn’t know any better, he would have thought she had moaned out that last part.

“You can’t fool me, Marion. I felt your pussy tighten as I mentioned him, and I felt you get wetter when you did.”

“No, no!” Marion whined.

“I wonder what you would do if he came in here right now and wanted to fuck you. Would you let him?”

“He is… Oh Gawd! He’s my son!” She moaned, picking up her own pace.

David didn’t know what Peter was playing at, but he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He silently unzipped his fly, and pulled out his meat. He started to stroke himself as watched his mother and Peter fucking.

“Say his name, Marion. Say your son’s name.”

“No, I can’t. Not while we’re… Ung… Yes, harder. Fuck me harder!” Peter stopped moving though, and Marion cried out in frustration. “Why’d you stop?”

“Not until you say his name,” Peter said in a tone that David knew meant business.

David watched, as Peter reached between them, and assumed he was going to play with her clit, but his mom didn’t react.

“I don’t know why you want me to. It is wrong! That’s too close to i****t. I won’t–Ahhhh!” Peter must have finally touched her clit, but then he stopped again, and just looked at her, waiting.

Marion placed both her hands next to Peter’s head on the bed, and brought her face close to his. David could only imagine the serious look she was giving him. He had to strain his ears to hear what she said.

“Fine, if you want to hear me say it that badly… David.” The sound of his name as she sat atop Peter was like lightning running through his soul. He had to stop masturbating, because he was too close to blowing his load right there against the door.

As soon as she said her son’s name, Peter began to move inside her, slowly. “Say it again,” he commanded.

“Ahh, David…” this time his name came out in a definite moan, as Peter picked up his pace.

“Again,” the demand was repeated.

Marion’s hips were moving as fast as she could now, as she said it again, and again. Each time she called her son’s name, she grew louder and Peter picked up his pace.

“David, David, Awe, Fuck me, David! Fuck me harder! I’m gonna cum! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, David you’re gonna make your mom cum all over yooooouuuuuuu!” Marion began to shake and shudder and he heard Peter grunt as he started his own orgasm.

David had to run to his room, and barely made it before he shot his own load all over his carpet. He had almost lost it at her doorway, but had had just enough presence of mind to know that he couldn’t make a mess there, and left.

David quickly cleaned up his spunk, and then snuck out his window. He ran to the front door, and then took a few seconds to catch his breath. The image of his mom getting banged while she called his name and came kept running through his head. Photos http://cu5.io/KBEnVN

It took longer than normal, but he was finally able to get himself under control, and he opened the door loudly, allowing it to bang against the wall. “I’m home,” he yelled, hoping that he had given them enough time to get dressed. He fervently hoped they wouldn’t suspect that he had been watching.

“Back here, son,” Marion called, and David wondered if she sounded out of breath. He went back to her room, where only minutes before, she had been screaming his name, but now looked up as Peter unscrewed a light bulb. “The light went out, and Peter was nice enough to change it for me. I can’t reach it myself,” she explained unnecessarily. David was certain it was a lie, but played along, as both were fully clothed, and there wasn’t anything other than his memory to say anything to the contrary.

Peter finally got the bulb free, and David thought he might have winked as he walked by to get another one.

“So, how was work?” Marion asked. Did she seem more nervous than usual? David wondered, but shrugged it off as his own paranoia. He started to tell her about work when Peter returned with a new bulb, and screwed it into place.

“Well, that ought to allow things to be seen better in here from now on, right David?” Why was he asking him, David wondered, but just shrugged noncommittally? “Well, Marion, I’d better get those files back to the office. We will have a busy day tomorrow, trying to prove some of those cases are fraudulent.”

Marion walked him to the door, and this time there was no mistaking the wink Peter gave him as he left. David then knew that Peter had caught him spying, and had probably said everything just for him. But the question that kept going through his mind was: why?

Dinner that night started out quiet as usual, until Marion spoke up. “When do you think you’ll find a good girl?”

This was a conversation David hated having, and she asked it all too often. Hoping to end it quickly, he told her the truth. “Just as soon as I find a woman that can possibly compare to you, mom.” That usually ended the conversation, but tonight it seemed to fail.

“And in what ways are you comparing them to me?”

David didn’t know how to answer, and started blushing instead. He couldn’t believe that at twenty-eight he could still blush like this. Well, the truth had gotten him into this mess; he would use it to get him out. “I am looking for someone who is smart, and funny, and is willing to take good care of me.”

“Is that all, David?” Did she seem disappointed? The sound of his name on her lips brought back memories of earlier that evening.

“Um… Okay. I am partial to blondes.”

“Blondes, huh? What about breasts?” To his shock, Marion cupped her large breasts through her shirt as she asked this question.

David orhanlı escort bayan mumbled out the truth before he could think better of it. “Yours are the perfect size.”

She just smiled, as she asked, “What about rear ends? I hear some men are really into those.”

“Yes, your butt is the nicest I’ve seen.” They had often talked about many things, including sex, but had never been this open or personal before, and David was beginning to like it.

“But we shouldn’t talk about me. I want to talk about you finding a woman for yourself.” The smile was still on her face, as she looked at him.

“What do I need a woman for, when I’ve got you?” He was surprised at the bluntness of his own statement, but relaxed as Marion giggled.

“There are some things I can’t take care of as your mother, son.”

He was about to protest this statement, but thought better of it. Despite what he had witnessed earlier that day, he didn’t dare cross that line yet. Instead he replied, “I can take care of those things myself.”

She looked at him for a few uncomfortable seconds, and then finally asked, “Do you… Um… Do you take care of those, er, things often?”

“Almost every day,” the answer was out before he could think better of it. Marion’s eyes grew large at the answer, but she dropped her gaze to her nearly empty plate.

“Eat your food, before it gets cold,” she finally said. David had forgotten that they were eating dinner. He recognized that she wanted the conversation to end, and even though he now wanted to keep it going, he had no idea how to.

That night when she showered, David was let down to find the bathroom door closed and locked.

* * *

The next couple days, David failed to catch Peter and his mother in the act, and was even surprised when they weren’t home when he got off work. He figured that they probably did it during lunch, and then drove back to their office, and an idea formed in his head.

It was Friday, and David got up as usual, drank the coffee his mom had set out for him, and then left as though he were going to work. He parked his car a couple blocks away, called to let his boss know that he was feeling sick and would be working from home, then walked back to his house.

He hid in some bushes till he saw his mom drive away, before going in, and locking the door behind him. He would make sure he was home when they came here to screw.

He opened his computer, and worked while he waited for them. Sure enough, a little after noon, he heard a car door close outside.

He flipped off his computer screen, and made sure his door was open. Jumping into his own closet, he waited to hear them pass by his room. He had left his door open so that his mother would see his room was empty, as well as being quiet when he left to spy on them.

What are you doing?” He heard his mom’s voice outside his room, and thought he was busted. He scrunched his eyes closed, trying to come up with some sort of excuse that would explain why he was hiding in his closet at lunchtime, when he was supposed to be at work.

“Let’s do it in here, today,” Peter said, and David realized he was safe, as Peter walked into Marion’s son’s room.

“But this is David’s room,” Marion protested.

“I know. This will be even kinkier, don’t you think?”

“I swear I don’t know what has gotten into you lately with this i****t kick you’ve been on.”

Peter laughed for a moment. “Me? You’re the one that screamed out his name yesterday, while we were doing it doggy style.”

“I know, and if he ever found out, I don’t think I could live with the shame.”

His mom had called out his name yesterday? David had to stop himself from readjusting his crotch at that thought. He was starting to get hard, but it was at the wrong angle. He was too afraid to move, and make a noise.

He watched through the slats in his closet door, as Peter led Marion into her son’s room. “Okay. I don’t know why I let you talk me into these things,” she playfully complained, but didn’t stop him as he started to remove her top. She started to undo Peter’s belt, and as soon as it was free, she dropped to her knees, pulling his slacks down.

For the first time, David got a decent look at Peter’s prick. It didn’t look overly long, but it was thick. Marion gripped it at the base, and smiled up at Peter. “I can’t believe I am about to give my boss a blowjob in my son’s room.” She then slipped his cock between her thick lips, and Peter threw his head back and groaned.

Marion’s short blonde hair waved back and forth as she bobbed her head, bringing more and more groans from Peter. After a couple minutes he pulled her head off him, and smiled down at her. “If you do that too much more, we won’t make it to the main event.”

Marion bit her lower lip as she smiled up at Peter and jacked him off a couple more times. David, his eyes glued on the older couple, thought she looked younger than ever with that sparkle in her eyes. She stood and removed the rest of her clothing, while Peter did likewise.

She was about to get on the bed, when she stopped. “Wait. I don’t want to make a mess on his bed. Is there something we can put under us?”

They started to look around the room, but David kept his room spic and span. He almost groaned as Peter walked up to the closet. There was no way he was going to be able to hide, as soon as it was opened.

David watched as if in slow motion while the closet door opened first a little, then slowly more and more. Peter stuck his head in, and immediately saw David.

“I thought I saw your car,” he whispered, then reached for David. Peter’s hand closed, and pulled a towel David had on a shelf out. He gave the younger man a wink, and then closed the door behind him. “Got it,” Peter told the naked woman on her son’s bed. He tossed her the towel, and she immediately spread it out on the bed.

David’s crotch had shrunk when he thought he was about to get caught, but now as he watched, he was rock hard again. Luckily this time, he was able to adjust himself, covered by the noise of them talking.

Peter climbed on top of Marion, and began kissing her softly. David had often wondered what it would feel like to get more than just a peck from those big soft lips, and envied his dad and Peter their experiences.

Peter began to kiss down her neck till he reached her heaving bosom, then sucked one nipple between his teeth and was rewarded with a moan from Marion. David could see Peter’s hand at his mother’s crotch, spreading her lips, and he realized that Peter was putting on a show for him. He knew that her son was watching, and he was enjoying it too.

Peter released her tit, and looked her in the eyes. “I’ll bet your son uses this towel to cum on when he masturbates. I’ll bet he even masturbates to thoughts of you. Just think, you might be lying in his cum right now. Cum shot out to thoughts of you, his mother.” David could see that Peter’s words were having an effect on his mother. Her eyes blazed, as she looked at Peter, and she licked her lips.

Peter lunged forward, and sucked her tongue into his mouth, as he got into position to enter her. David could tell that he was rubbing his cock against her pussy, and she was moaning loudly into their kiss.

“Put it in me. Fuck me with that thick cock of yours,” she mewled, as he continued to withhold it from her.

“Say it. I wanna hear you say it,” Peter said, and David was confused. Hadn’t she just told him what she wanted? Why was he waiting?

“Damnit Peter!” Marion said in exasperation. “You know how I feel. Why do I have to say it?”

Peter stopped moving, and actually began pulling away.

“Fine! Fuck me David. Fuck your mother. I want to feel your cock inside me!”

If David had been jacking off at that moment, he would have blown all over the inside of his closet. He knew that she was just role-playing, but the thought that she had actually said it, and that they were role-playing about HIM, was nearly too much.

Peter got back into position, and Marion threw her legs around him, not allowing him to escape again. She used those legs to great effect as she pulled her lover into her wet snatch. They both groaned loudly at the contact, and David heard their hips meet as Peter sank into her.

Peter began to grunt as he moved his hips into the married woman. David used the noise to cover the sound of him unzipping his pants, and pulling his own swollen penis out. He wasn’t able to see much from this angle, so mainly listened to his mother’s profanity.

“That’s it, you big stud. Fuck me. Fuck me with that young cock of yours, David. Make me cum all over it!”

Marion began her orgasm as she spoke, and David watched as her legs tightened around Peter’s waist.

“Would you fuck your son if he walked aydınlı escort bayan in right now?” Peter said when she had started to relax.

“No. That’s wrong. It is one thing to play; it is another to have it actually happen. That’s why we’ve been doing it during lunch. He almost caught us last time.”

“You can’t lie to me, when I’m inside you, Marion. I feel your pussy squeeze me every time you think of him.” Peter pulled out of her, and rolled her onto her hands and knees. This gave David a great view of her ass and pussy. Her labia glistened with her juices as she hunched over. “I think you would let him fuck you if he wanted.” She tried to protest, but Peter slipped into her, turning her denials into moans. “I’ll even bet you would cum all over his cock, as he made you scream.” She was shaking her head no, but she was also pushing back against his thrusts with vigor. “I’d even go so far as to say you would let him cum inside your sopping wet pussy.”

“Yes! I would. Is that what you want to hear? That I would let my own son fuck me? That I sometimes masturbate to thoughts of him between my legs? That I wonder what the feel of his cum running down my throat would taste like? Or how warm his cum would feel as it ran down my legs?” Marion immediately went into the throes of another orgasm, as she finished talking.

Peter began to move his arm, and it took David a second to realize the older man was telling him to come out.

David was in a daze, after hearing the words his mother had just spoken. She really did and wondered all that? Before he knew it he was standing behind the adulterous couple. Peter indicated for him to strip, and he did so, with only half a mind. Was this really going to happen?

Marion finally came out of her stupor, and turned to look at Peter. David watched as her eyes grew to the size of tea saucers, or so it seemed to David.

“Son! What?” She tried to pull away from Peter, but the man had a firm grip on her waist, as he continued to thrust into her. Her eyes traveled David’s body, and seemed to notice finally that he was naked. Her eyes seemed to grow even more when they finally alighted on his stiff cock. “David… Son… Why are you… Ung… In here?” She seemed to be having a hard time talking as Peter pounded into her.

“You said what you wanted. Your son is here to supply you with your desires.” Peter told her, as if discussing the Sunday paper, and not an act of i****t.

“But… No. I can’t,” Her words were at odds with the spark in her eyes, and she started to lick her lips. “I mean… It’s wrong.” She was no longer fighting Peter, and even seemed to be returning his thrusts. David crawled up onto his bed, near her face. “This is i****t. Immoral, i*****l, i****t.” The fight seemed to leave her completely, as she reached for her son’s cock, and brought her lips near it. David almost missed her next words, as they whispered out of her. “Delicious i****t.”

Marions thick lips parted over David’s thick head, and he let out a low moan of his own. He couldn’t believe that his mom was actually giving him a blowjob. Her mouth felt so warm surrounding his manhood, David had to do everything within his power to keep from blowing his load right then.

“How does it feel to have two dicks in you, Marion? How does it feel to know that one of them is your son’s?” Peter teased her.

In answer, his mom started to go wild, pushing back against Peter, and sucking hard on David’s cock. David knew he was doomed. He placed his hands on the back of his mother’s head, and grunted as he shot his load down her throat.

Marion began to moan herself, as she swallowed her son’s cum, the vibrations enhancing David’s orgasm. She didn’t let his penis go when he was done, however, continuously sucking and licking him to keep him hard. David didn’t know if it was her skills, or the fact that it was his own mother doing it, but he barely softened between her lips.

“I know how good that feels,” Peter said, “but I promise this end is even better.” He pulled out of her, and before David could even blink, Marion had David on his back, as she climbed up him.

She looked him deep in the eyes as she reach down between them, grasped his cock, and aimed it for her opening. “I hope this is what you wanted, son, because you’re about to make your mother really happy!” She pushed down hard, and David thought he’d gone to heaven. Her pussy was like silk, tightly sliding down his pole. There was a fire inside her that only one thing could quench, but having just shot one load, he wasn’t yet close to his second.

Their hips came together, and Marion dropped her lips to her son’s. The kiss started out loving and tender. David could just barely taste himself on her lips, but it was overpowered, by the knowledge that he was finally learning just what it felt like to really kiss this beautiful woman. Her lips were soft, and yet firm as they pressed against each other, undulating under the passion they shared. When their tongues touched, David thought he heard fireworks going off in his head.

David wrapped his arms around his mother, and finally began to thrust into her. Their grunts and groans melded together into a symphony of dangerous delights that neither could deny.

Marion was the first to break the kiss, gasping for air. “Gawd, son, you feel so good. Why didn’t we do this years ago? Ah, that’s it. Right there. Keep doing that!” David lifted his head, and finally tasted the nipples he had admired through cracked doorways for so many years. They were hard and rubbery between his teeth, and he attacked them with a voracious appetite.

“Ah, son! You’re gonna make your mom cum all over your stiff cock. Faster, son, faster. Yeah, suck mommy’s boobs. Oh, Fuuuuuuuuu–”

David felt her pussy grip his cock a split second before his groin was soaked in her juices. He kept thrusting and sucking, trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible.

The bed shifted, reminding David that they weren’t alone. Peter got behind Marion, and squatted down. David thought he knew what was about to happen, and reached down, grabbed his mother’s fine ass, and spread her cheeks. Marion’s twat suddenly got even tighter, as Peter slid into her anus.

“Oh, fuck, this is too much!” Marion cried, but David felt her start to rock between them. Her eyes were squeezed shut, as she moved and howled her delights at being so stuffed.

David moved his hands to her breasts, pinching both her nipples between his fingers, and started to nibble on her neck.

Peter was the first to start cumming, starting a chain reaction. Marion screamed her own orgasm, nearly deafening her son. David couldn’t have pulled out of his mother in this position if he’d wanted to, which he didn’t, and as soon as her tight pussy began to milk his cock, he gave up his second load into her.

Peter was the first to pull away, as he started to clean himself up. Mother and son cuddled on the bed for a bit, still basking in the afterglow of their mutual orgasms.

“Marion, I think you have earned the rest of the day off, but I still expect you to work tomorrow morning.”

Neither one of them noticed when he left.

Marion was the first to speak, running her fingers through her son’s hair, as she lay naked atop him. “I can’t believe we actually did that.”

“I can’t believe YOU’ve wanted to do that. Do you know how many times I fantasized about this?” David asked in awe, smiling broadly.

Marion giggled, which did wonders for his gradually reviving cock still in her. “I always thought I was sick and demented for wanting to have sex with my own son, but you have grown into quite the fine man. But you have to promise me some things.”

David leaned up, and planted a quick kiss on her lips, while reaching down and groping her delicious hind end. “Anything,” he told her.

Marion wiggled her hips against her son, and he knew that she couldn’t mistake to feeling of him growing inside her. “We can’t tell your father, and we can’t do it when he is home. I have promised to be faithful to him when he is here, and I mean to keep that promise.” David started moving his hips as she spoke. “Un… But when he is… Gone… We can… We can… Fuck!” Marion mashed her lips back to her son’s at the last expletive, and rolled him over, on top of her.

David worked himself onto his knees, and looked down at his glorious mother. Her blonde hair was fanned out on his pillow, and her breasts sat a little on her sides. Her stomach was flat, and for the first time, he noted that she was completely shaved. He placed his thumb at her clit, and pressed in as he rocked his hips. Marion’s eyes stayed locked on his, and there was no mistaking the love and lust that lay behind them as he tenderly made love to his mother.

They made love several more times that afternoon, and he even got to feel the insides of her luscious ass, before they finally collapsed for the night.

Satisfied, happy, and very naked, the two slept more peacefully than they had in years.

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Swinging leads to circle of Cuckold men
Chapter 1

Bruce and his wife Linda were having drinks on the patio of their large suburban home. Bruce, a 42-year-old accountant, had done very well in his profession and was up for a vice presidency of firm. Their expensive home reflected Bruce’s financial success.

Linda, a 36-year-old attractive brunette looked less than her age. Thanks to a disciplined regimen of exercise and diet, her figure was that of a woman ten years younger. Her most notable features were her large bust and long shapely legs. Linda was an elementary school teacher. The couple had no c***dren, but were “trying.” The problem, according to Bruce’s physician was his unusually low sperm count. For them, timing would be everything if they were to succeed in getting pregnant.

Sex for Bruce and Linda was very satisfactory for him, but less so for Linda, although she never mentioned this to him out of concern for his fragile masculine ego. Things picked up somewhat for Linda when the couple ventured into the world of suburban swinging last year. Although the guys in their circle were nothing to write home about in Linda’s opinion, at least they were better than Bruce in the sex department. The parties, however, had become less and less frequent, and this was the topic of conversation on this particular evening.

“I don’t get it,” said Bruce.. “First Sarah and Bill dropped out. Then Marie and Jim. Now the get-togethers are less and less frequent.”

“I know,” responded Linda. “It is frustrating. But I think I know the reason.”

“You do?” – asked Bruce, surprised.

“I think so.”

“What is it?”

“Well,” began Linda with obvious hesitation, “I was talking to Marie over coffee the other day. Apparently the action hasn’t stopped, but some of our friends have gone in a different direction.”

“What does that mean – a different direction?”

“Well,” continued Linda, “I don’t know quite how to put it. But basically some of the ladies started finding those evenings less than exciting.”

“You’re k**ding!” – said Bruce..

“Nope. Now I know you guys are really into it. And why not? Let’s face it, you’re getting to play with some very hot babes. Am I wrong?”

“No,” said Bruce, “you’re definitely right. So what’s the problem?”

“Well, take Sarah, for instance. What guy wouldn’t want to crawl between that girl’s legs? I mean, she could have any guy she wanted, right?”

“Damn right!” Bruce replied with perhaps more enthusiasm than was advisable. “That certainly goes for you, too, hon.”

“Thanks. Anyway, it was Sarah who started this new thing.”

“What new thing?”

“Well, Sarah went Black.”

Bruce was stunned at this announcement. He had never heard the expression “to go Black,” but he definitely understood the gist of it. In fact, the immediate image of hot little Sarah with a Black stud on top of her sent a shiver through Bruce that he didn’t understand.

“Black?” – was all that he could think of to say.

“Yes, Black. Apparently this was one of her long-time fantasies. So she talked Bill into answering an ad placed by some Black stud on a website devoted to interracial sex.”

“I can’t believe it,” said Bruce.

“Believe it,” replied Linda. “They met this guy and he fucked her right in their own bed right in front of Bill. After that, she couldn’t get interested in our little group anymore. Even Bill was blown away by watching. He became a ‘true believer’ that night.”

Bruce was embarrassed that this story had gotten him so excited that he had to shift in his seat, trying to conceal the fact of his hardening cock.

His reaction, however, did not go unnoticed by Linda. She crossed her legs, giving Bruce a view of thigh that never failed to get him hot. She sipped her drink and looked at him over the rim before continuing her story.

“Can you just imagine hot little Sarah squirming on the bed with with this thick 9-inch black cock about to enter her? And Bill sitting across the room watching it all?”

Bruce could indeed imagine this scene. He had been with her many times over the past couple of years and could never believe his good fortune. His only problem with her had been her extreme energy and need for fast, hard stroking that usually caused him to finish before she barely got going. Bruce found himself totally absorbed in this vision and breathing deeply.

“So,” continued Linda, “Sarah told Marie about the experience and – believe it or not – Marie was very excited and receptive. Apparently she had fantasized about having a Black man herself. And she got Jim to go along with it – with the same guy!”

“Jeez!” said Bruce, now overcome with the image of this taboo picture. “No wonder we haven’t seen them lately.”

“Exactly. Anyway, now those two couples and a few others have been going to special parties held by another couple they met. Bruce, they’ve all gone Black!”

“Completely?” asked Bruce, stupefied.

“Totally. What’s amazing is that the guys have acquiesced to this. Isn’t that incredible, honey?”

“It definitely is.”

“Bruce,” purred Linda, “would you mind refreshing my drink?”

Uh-oh. Bruce didn’t really want to stand up at this point for fear that his excitement would be only too obvious. But with Linda holding out her empty glass in front of him, he didn’t have a chance. Perhaps, he thought, it’s dark enough that she won’t notice.

Linda noticed, but pretended not to. It was just as Sarah had predicted. Her own husband was turned on at the thought of Black men fucking these white wives that he had known and been with for years. She concealed a smile as Bruce took her glass and quickly turned toward the house to refill it.

When Bruce returned with two fresh drinks, she took a sip, crossed her legs, and sighed softly.

“What is it?” – asked Bruce.

“Oh, nothing,” she said. “Probably just too much to drink and too long since one of our parties. I was just trying to imagine myself in Sarah’s place. Somehow I don’t see myself lying on the bed with my legs wide open and some Black man’s huge cock pushing at my pussy while you’re sitting there watching. Do you?”

“Gee, I don’t…”

“I mean, I probably couldn’t take anything that big, even if I were excited and begging for it.”

Bruce was by now in a state of frenzied excitement.

“And even if I could,” she continued, “I’d be afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself and would go crazy. And with you sitting there….”

“Well, I….” Was all Bruce could manage at this point.

“Damn, I wonder how Bill and Jim feel when this is happening. How do they react? ”

“Well, I guess you could ask them,” ventured Bruce.

“I guess,” she answered. “It might be interesting to invite Marie and Jim over for drinks just to hear the story first-hand. Get their perspective on this. I mean, we know them much better than we do Bill and Sarah, even from before our swinging days. What do you think?”

“Well, sure, why not?” – replied Bruce, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Linda beamed with delight. It had been even easier than she had imagined.

“Great. It should be very interesting,” she said. “Meanwhile, all this sex talk has gotten me very hot. Bruce, would you do me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“Would you get me off with your talented tongue right here, right now?”

“Here?” – said Bruce, astounded. “People might see us.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s too dark. Besides, I’ll unfold this blanket over my lap. You can crawl under it and nobody could see you even if they tried.”

“Well, I don’t know…” said Bruce.

But Linda was beyond the point of wanting to have a discussion on this subject or to engage in negotiations. The blanket was now on her lap and hanging all the way down to the patio. She reached down and lifted it up, revealing her now open legs.

“Now, Bruce! Please!!”

Bruce had never heard his wife speak so sharply to him. Plus, he was afraid that her raised voice would attract attention of the neighbors. So he quickly lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

“All right, sweetie. Calm down.”

“Hurry!”

Bruce quickly ducked under the blanket, crawled between his wife’s legs and moved his face to her pussy. Through the blanket he felt her hands on top of his head pulling him firmly against her. He began licking her already moist hole.

“Ohhhh, that’s it, baby,” she said softly, much to Bruce’s relief. He plunged his tongue into her.

Linda was in heaven. Even if nothing else came of this, she had her husband on his knees, on the patio, about to make her cum.

“Oh, sweetie,” she purred, “this talk about Sarah and her Black lover got me all hot. I don’t know what came over me. Can you just imagine if it were me instead of Sarah?”

Linda noticed that her words caused Bruce to re-double his efforts between her legs. She had never felt so much in control.

“Mmmmnf…” was the only sound coming from under the blanket, where her husband’s tongue was too occupied with her pleasure to produce anything resembling real words. That was fine with her. Any talk from him would only take away from the fantasy she hadn’t been able to get out of her mind ever since Sarah first told her about her new lover. It may have been hubby Bruce’s tongue giving her pleasure at the moment, but in her imagination it was something much larger and much blacker. And it was attached to a real man.

Little did she know that Bruce couldn’t get the same image out of his own mind no matter how hard he tried. Her erupting orgasm was accompanied by powerful bucking against his now sopping wet face. When she finished it took him a moment to catch his breath.

“Thanks, honey,” he heard her say. “You can come up now.”

Bruce slowly backed out from between Linda’s legs and crawled from under the blanket. He was struck by the sensation of cool night air against his warm, wet face. Getting back up into his chair, Bruce was somehow almost embarrassed to look his wife in the eye. It was as if he had done something shameful or humiliating.

Linda picked up on her husband’s discomfort, but decided to look him directly in the face anyway. He seemed to shrink under her gaze. She suddenly realized why Bruce was so ill at ease before her. They had, in effect, experienced her first Black-inspired orgasm and both of them realized it. They had, she understood, taken a big first step. And she was savoring the possibilities.

* * * *

A few days later Linda and Bruce were entertaining their friends Marie and Jim on that very same patio. It was late on a Saturday night after a candlelit dinner where there had been no mention of swinging. Now, relaxing in the balmy summer night air and mellow with wine, thoughts turned to sex.

For his part, Bruce was once again admiring the lovely Marie, a blonde, 29-year-old legal assistant at a prestigious center city law firm. He had enjoyed her lovely body many times at their swing parties and hoped that something might even be possible tonight. It was Linda who turned the conversation to the “Circle” group.

“So tell us, Marie,” she began, “what about the “Circle?”

“Oh, it’s great! We love it, don’t we, honey?” she said, addressing her husband, Jim.

“Yes, dear,” he responded with somewhat less enthusiasm.

“Oh, I’m sure Jim’ll be the first to admit that he had doubts and hesitations at first, but he came around and is now a true believer.” Jim didn’t say anything to this.

“A true believer in what?” – ventured Bruce.

“In Black men as lovers, of course,” responded Marie.

“Listen,” interjected Linda, “let me steal Marie away for a few minutes for some girl talk. Jim, you can share your experiences with Bruce in private. Okay?”

“Sure,” said Jim.

Bruce and Jim admired the ladies as they retreated inside the house. Marie’s swaying hips and long shapely legs never failed to arouse Bruce.

“Well,” he said, “it’s been a while since we partied. Marie is looking HOT!”

“Well, my friend,” responded Jim, “you can look all you want to. But as you know my wife has gone Black.”

“What does that mean exactly,” asked Bruce.

“Very simple. She only has sex with Black men.”

“And you, of course,” interjected Bruce.

“Well, sure, sort of…sometimes. It depends.”

“So what was it like seeing her with a Black guy?”

“To tell you the truth,” answered Jim, “it blew my mind. I had just never imagined anything like that. Mainly, I’d never seen Marie get that turned on. And vocal! It almost scared me, really.”

“Was the guy as big as Sarah told Linda?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean BIG. Nine or ten inches easy. And THICK! It was scary. I couldn’t believe Marie could take it. But she did. When I saw that monster forcing its way into her pussy, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She went crazy! And he hadn’t even started fucking her. She had an orgasm just feeling him that way.”

“Wow. That must have been hard to take.”

“It was and sometimes still is, although I’ve gotten more used to it. At this point I could never deprive her of it. I mean those guys can fuck – and I mean hard – for half an hour. They’re in a different league. You can see why she isn’t interested in coming to our old parties any more. A bunch of white guys with small equipment and hair triggers. We can’t compete. You gotta hand it to them. I wish I could give her that much pleasure. But I can’t. She’s hooked for sure. So I’m a believer.”

This was information overload for Bruce.

“Jeez…” he said.

“Are you thinking about coming to a Circle party?”

“Well, I don’t know,” said Bruce.

“You should. Besides, I’d like someone I know sitting in the circle with me from time to time.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know – the circle. Don’t you know about it?”

“First I heard of it.”

“Well,” began Jim, “it’s like this….”

* * * * * * * *

Meanwhile, in the house, Linda is getting the lowdown from Marie.

“So you enjoyed it?” asked Linda.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much,” she said enthusiastically. “It’s like I never had real sex before! Linda, you’ve got to do it!”

“I can’t say I’m not tempted. I don’t know if I can talk Bruce into it, though.”

“Are you k**ding? You know how our guys are. If it has to do with sex, they’re for it! By the time they figure out that it isn’t about them, well, it’s too late. By then there’s no turning back.”

“Well,” laughed Linda, “last night I surprised myself with Bruce. I had him going down on me on the patio.”

Marie’s eyes opened wide in amazement.

“On the patio? Really?”

“Yup. I had a blanket over him, of course. At first he hesitated, but I was so hot talking about you and Sarah going Black that I didn’t have much patience.”

“I can imagine.”

“I actually snapped at him – ‘Do it!’ – I said. I was about to apologize for my tone when all of a sudden he was on his knees looking very sheepish. So I went ahead and had him do me.”

“Awesome,” responded Marie. “I wish I’d been there to see that.”

“And you know what? I was really turned on by the whole scene. Not just him eating my pussy, but the fact I was sort of in charge. I loved it!”

“Let me tell you something,” said Marie. “Our relationship changed incredibly after Jim saw me being fucked by a real man – a Black man. You know how bossy he’s always been, how he likes to be in charge, how only his opinion matters? Well, after I lost my virginity – that’s what I call it – he was a new hubby.”

“Really?” – marveled Linda. “Tell me.”

“Well,” continued Marie, “that first night after Rick fucked me and left, it was like Jim was embarrassed to look me in the eye. So of course I kept trying to start conversations with him, trying to get him to look at me. But it was like he was diminished. And you know what? He was!”

“It’s funny you say that. Bruce was like that with me last night and we were just talking about it. I can imagine how he’d be if it actually happened.”

“My other surprising reaction,” said Marie, “was that I was actually resentful toward Jim because I had spent all these years thinking I was having pretty good sex. When I was having nothing even close. But now my eyes have been opened, among other things.”

Marie and Linda start giggling.

“One of the main things you depend on your husband for is sex,” said Marie. “But once you don’t need him for that, he becomes very pliable and eager to please. And because I resent having been deprived all these years, I don’t mind rubbing it in.”

Linda contemplated this for a moment before responding.

“That idea shouldn’t appeal to me so much, but it does.”

“Good. Now you two have to come to the next Circle party and get Bruce out in the circle with Jim..”

“What do you mean – in the circle?”

“Oh,” said Marie, surprised, “Sara didn’t tell you about how it works?”

Linda shook her head.

“Okay. It’s call the Circle group. But that’s the short name. The full name is Circle of Cuckolds. The couple that holds the parties has a huge home out in the country. Outside on the patio there’s a big circle – about 5 yards in diameter – drawn in yellow chalk. Are you with me?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, then. When a couple arrives at the party, the wife is given two things – one, a chain collar with a lock and, two, a plastic coil bracelet with the key to that lock.”

“Okay….” responded Linda, confused.

“When the wife wants to spend some time with a Black man – either having a drink and chatting or going up to one of the bedrooms – she puts the collar around her hubby’s neck and locks it with her key.

“This is his signal to go out onto the patio and sit in the circle – the circle of cuckolds. He stays there until she retrieves him. If a man has the collar on, he MUST be out of the house and sitting in the circle.

“It’s a very nice system. You have privacy with your man and you know where hubby is.. And he knows where you are. And everybody can glance out at the patio and immediately know whose wife is having a good time with a real man.”

Linda was beginning to feel warm at this description of how an evening at a Circle party worked.

“Wow,” she said. “They really thought this thing out, haven’t they? But you mean husbands don’t get to watch?”

“No,” Marie explained, “not at the parties. But if you have one of the Black men visit your home, then that’s different. It’s up to you and him.”

“I’m not sure how Bruce would take that. I know I’m ready, but him? – who knows?”

“Look, just get him to take you to one of the parties. Put him in the cuckolds’ circle and get yourself laid for real for the first time by a Black stud. Your Bruce will be dying of curiosity and want to hear everything. He’ll be so curious he’ll soon be ready for entertaining a real man at your home. And he’ll be so blown away by what he witnesses, that he’ll be eating out of your hand. Among other places!”

The women howled with laughter.

“You know what I’ve really enjoyed?” – asked Marie.

“What?”

“Thinking about the guys in our old group who used to fuck me with their little things – and now seeing them consigned to the cuckolds’ circle for all to witness.”

“Well, okay, I’ll talk to Bruce this evening.”

“Good. The next party is this Saturday. I hope that by Sunday morning your Bruce will have been Black-cuckolded for good!”

* * * * * * *

Thirty minutes later, after Marie and Jim had left, Linda and Bruce returned to the patio for a nightcap. Just as Bruce was about to sit down, Linda had a request.

“Sweetie, would you get that blanket we had out here last night. It’s a bit chilly.”

She couldn’t help but notice that mention of the blanket caused Bruce to blush. She wondered what he would be like after a night in the cuckolds’ circle.

With the blanket on her lap, Linda ran her tongue around the rim of her glass and looked at her husband, who, unnerved at being looked at by his wife and not knowing what she was thinking, looked down. Much to Linda’s satisfaction.

“So,” she said finally, “did you have a nice chat with Jim?”
“Oh yeah,” he replied noncommittally.

“What about?”

“You know – about the Circle parties.”

“And?”

“What?”

“Bruce! Stop playing games with me! What do you think?”

Bruce was completely taken aback at the tone of his wife’s voice.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he said weakly. “It was…uh…interesting. He seems okay with it.”

“And how about you?”

“What do you mean?”

Linda only had to cock an eyebrow at him to make him realize that she didn’t appreciate his evasions.

“Oh…I don’t know. It’s really different…”

“Yes, of course. How does Jim feel about Black men fucking his wife?”

“Linda! Do you have to talk like that?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Well, he seems almost … proud of her,” he said finally.

“Do you think those men would even be interested in me, anyway?” she asked.

“Honey, are you k**ding?”

Linda crossed her legs for Bruce’s benefit.

“I mean, Marie says the Black men at those parties are not only super well-endowed, but also good looking. They can have their pick of women!”

“Darling, you’re—”

“Anyway,” she interrupted, “I think it might be interesting to go to one of the parties just to see what the people are like. We don’t have to do anything. We might just end up having drinks and deciding it’s not for us. You know?”

“Maybe…”

“Did Jim tell you about the circle?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“I think it’s a cute idea!”

“Well, of course. You wouldn’t be out there.”

“No,” she admitted, “I wouldn’t. The parties are focused on white married woman and Black men. It is very sweet, though, that Jim and Bill are so supportive of Marie and Sarah that they willingly take them to Circle parties. I mean, that’s real devotion. And self-confidence.”

“I guess you’re right….”

“So what do you say? Shall we drop in and see what the fuss is about. We can always take in a movie if we’re bored.”

“Yeah, why not? A movie would be fun anyway.”

“Are you sure you’re up for one of these parties, Bruce? Because if you’re not, I’ll understand.”

“No, no, I am. If Jim and Bill say it’s okay, then it must be.”

“God, you get me so hot when you show me how much you love me that way. I’m so lucky!”

These words lifted Bruce’s mood and made him glad that he had agreed to go along. Anything to lift her spirits, he thought.

“But,” added Linda, “I do want you to think about it. About me…the meaning of the Circle…yourself sitting in the circle on the patio. Will you do that?”

“Sure I will.”

“Great! I want you to think about what it means very seriously while you. . . ” Linda opened the blanket on her lap and let it hang down over her legs to the tiles on the ground. ” . . . do what you did for me last night.”

Bruce was stunned that Linda would ask for that two nights in a row. It didn’t seem right. He hesitated.

“Bruce!”

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”

“I just told you what I wanted you to think about. Now please do it. Now!”

Linda smiled triumphantly as her husband, eyes cast downward, lowered himself to the ground and crawled in front of her . .. . again.

Bruce had very mixed feelings as he lowered his head under the blanket and crawled forward. Linda had always enjoyed sex and went along with the swinging parties for the last couple of years. But she had never very outspoken about sex, and certainly never took the initiative. Now, for the second time in two days, she was almost insisting that he please her orally. This both excited him and made him nervous at the same time. At the moment, with his face between her widely spread legs, he was mainly excited. He leaned forward and made contact with her surprisingly wet pussy with his lips.

“Ooooh, that’s nice,” moaned Linda.

Although her voice sounded muffled to Bruce, he got the message and began gently lapping at his wife’s slit with his tongue.

Linda looked down at the blanket covering her legs and the round bulge of her husbands head below her belly. The feeling of being in control was almost as erotic as the sensations produced by Bruce’s worshipping tongue. She put her hands on the blanket where his head was and pulled him tighter against herself.

“Oh, sweetie, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”

Bruce had no intention of stopping, although having his face pushed so firmly against his wife’s pussy made is harder for him to apply what he considered his outstanding oral techniques. Her voice caught his attention.

“Are you thinking about the Circle, hon?”

“Mmmnph,” he said, nodding. Coherent speech was not an option with his tongue probing her pussy and his nose squashed against her pubic bone.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now think about a Black cock right where your tongue is!”

The words brought Bruce quickly back to the conversation that had led to what was going on at the moment. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t avoid imagining a big Black cock entering his wife. Surprisingly he felt a twinge in his own little cock. Still, he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. In the past, with their friends, he definitely had the better end of the deal since he got to enjoy his friends’ very sexy wives. But none of the husbands posed a challenge or threat to his role with his own wife.

“Oohhhh,” moaned Linda. “That’s it, sweetie. Don’t stop.”

Bruce, sensing Linda’s impending orgasm, wasn’t about to stop. With the likelihood that she would soon have her first experience with an endowed Black Man hanging over him, it was important that he prove himself eager and able to satisfy her.

As Linda’s orgasm began to overtake her, it was not her hubby that was in her mind, but the anticipation of someone much more powerful and virile. That thought, contrasted with the sight of Bruce on his knees under a blanket pleasing her with his tongue, gave her a since of power. And that, she had discovered, made her even hotter. She bucked hard up against his face and grabbed his head to pull him more forcefully against her, ignoring his muffled protest.

Finally, when she relaxed and began to catch her breath, she realized that her husbands face was still trapped between her thighs.

“Oh thank you, honey,” she said, releasing him.

Bruce backed out from under the blanket, raised himself stiffly to his feet, and sat down in his chair. Just like the previous night, he seemed to avoid looking directly at Linda. He reached for a napkin and was about to dry his soaking and shiny face.

“Sweetie,” she stopped him, “don’t do that. I love the way you look right now. Okay?”

Linda was amazed that he went along with her, considering that her juices were now running down his neck.

“So,” he finally said, “you still want to go to that party on Friday night?”

“You know what?” – she replied. “More than ever!”

* * * * * * * *

Friday night found Bruce and Linda driving to their first party of the Circle group. Linda was excited; Bruce had grave doubts.

“I’m not sure about this, honey,” he said.

“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport. You and the guys have had some of the sexiest women in the city to play with for years. Don’t you think it’s our turn?”

“I guess, but…I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Anyway,” continued Bruce, “just remember that we don’t have to do anything at all. It could just be a chance to check it out without, you know, participating.”

Like that’s going to happen – thought Linda.

They arrived at the almost mansion-like house half an hour later. The landscaping was expensive, including large torches lighting the front yard.

“How do I look?” – asked Linda.

“Terrific,” said Bruce sincerely. In fact, he thought Linda had really gone out of her way in getting together that evening. Her sexiest low-cut dress and highest heels, a visit to the hair salon, and some new perfume. Bruce began to feel a tingle just looking at her and remembering their last evening on the patio.

His reverie was interrupted when the door opened. Before them stood a beautiful woman in her mid-40s, brunette, tall, and dressed to kill.

“Hi!” – she said. “You must be Linda and Bruce. Please come in. I’m Rachel.”

In the foyer the lighting was subdued, but enhanced by several candles. Soft music and conversation were audible from another room.

“Linda,” said Rachel, “you are as lovely as Marie said. I think you will be a most welcome addition to our little group.” Bruce noticed that his hostess was addressing his wife, but not him.

“And here,” continued Rachel, “is your Circle necklace and a key to the lock..”

Bruce shifted uncomfortably as Linda dropped the chain necklace into her purse and put the plastic coil bracelet holding the key around her wrist.

“Not that I think that necklace will spend much time in your purse, if you know what I mean,” laughed Rachel. Rachel joined in the laughter. Bruce looked away, unsure how to react to this joking at his expense.

“Come with me. I’ll show you the bar. Marie is already here and looking forward to seeing you.”

“Great,” said Linda as she and Bruce followed their hostess into a large, dark-paneled room. It was, in fact, a large library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a fireplace. Set up at one end was a bar. Bruce noticed that the bartender, a man in his mid-40s, was wearing the same necklace as the one Linda had been given. Rachel noticed Bruce’s curious look.

“He’s wearing the necklace because he’s one of the hubbies. Guys sent to the circle take turns tending bar and doing a couple of other things during the party.”

“I see,” said Bruce.

Standing before the bartender was a twenty-ish Black man with an attractive blonde woman in her 30s.

“Here is your champagne, ma’am,” said the bartender, placing a flute of bubbly before him. “And here is your scotch, sir..” It struck Bruce that the bartender was unusually polite.

Bruce and Linda ordered white wine, which was poured and served with admirable efficiency.

“Here you are, ma’am,” said the barman as he placed Linda’s drink before her on a napkin. “And here’s your, buddy.”

Buddy? – thought Bruce, What’s that about.

“He’s very polite,” said Bruce to Rachel as they walked toward an open door of the library/bar.

“Of course. Just part of the tradition of manners and courtesy we encourage at our get-togethers. Hubbies usually address Black guests as “Sir” and all ladies as “ma’am,” especially when serving at the bar,” explained Rachel. “The woman he just now served?”

“Yeah,” said Bruce. “What about her?”

“That’s his wife.”

“Your k**ding!” responded Bruce, unable to conceal his surprise.

“Definitely not. She was with one of our special guests.. Think how he would have felt if the bartender had been familiar with his companion. Therefore both of them were due respect. See?”

“Hey,” said Linda, “I like that!”

“Well then,” said Rachel, taking her by the arm and leading her through the door, “you have come to the right place.”

They walked through a sitting area that also featured subdued lighting. A couple sat whispering to each other on a sofa in the corner. From this area they entered a very large room that could be described as a party room or perhaps a huge family room. There were five discernible sitting areas, a small corner bar, a dance floor, multiple sofa, all interspersed with potted trees. Candles and soft music completed the effect.

One side of the room featured French doors leading outside to a patio and illuminated swimming pool. There were perhaps twenty people in the room, primarily gathered in small groups.

“Linda!” It was Marie.

“Marie, hi,” said Linda as the two of them embraced.

“I’m so glad you made it. You, too, Bruce,” she added with a smile.

“Where’s Jim,” asked Bruce, hoping to latch onto someone familiar.

“Well,” responded Marie, “actually he’s out on the patio in the Circle.”

“You mean…” began Linda.

“Right! Hold on. I’ll introduce you. Don’t move.”

As Marie moved away, Bruce put his arm possessively around Linda’s shoulders. She shrugged him off as Marie returned with a handsome young Black man in his 20s.

“Wow,” whispered Linda to Bruce.

“Linda,” said Marie, “this is Mitchell. Mitchell – this is my best friend, Linda.”

“Well, well,” said the man approvingly as he gave Linda a slow and open once-over. “Any friend of Marie’s…”

“And this,” she said, “is Bruce.”

Bruce shook hands with the man, who squeezed his hand just enough to let him know who was stronger but without causing him to wince in pain.

“Linda,” continued Marie in her usual breathless and enthusiastic manner, come with me. I want to introduce you to some one.”

As Linda began following Marie and her friend, Bruce started to go after them. Marie paused just long enough to discourage him.

“Bruce, be a dear and wait here – okay? I promise you’ll see her again.”

Linda looked a Marie but didn’t protest Bruce’s being given the “Stay!” command.

Marie led Linda over to a corner of the room where a small group of people were standing and chatting. Rather than joining to group, she tapped a tall Black man on the shoulder to get his attention. When he turned around, Linda saw a very handsome man in his mid-30s with an athlete’s physique. He allowed his gaze to take in Linda in a very leisurely way that made her blush.

“James,” said Marie, “this is my friend Linda that I was telling you about. Linda, James.” James took Linda’s hand in his an squeezed it warmly.

“Well, well, Marie,” he said, “you didn’t do the lady justice.”

“Nice to meet you, James,” said Linda, who was suddenly feeling very warm all over and hoped her face wasn’t red..

“Would you take Linda in hand for a while? I need to go free my hubby from the Circle for a few minutes.”

“Of course,” said James, winking at Linda. “She will be in good hands.” A Marie walked away, the Black Adonis led Linda over to a love seat on the other side of the room and sat down with her. Linda felt the warmth of his legs against her and took a sip of champagne.

“So where’s your hubby, Linda?” he asked.

“That’s him sitting over by the door looking at us,” laughed Linda.

“Good. He knows the rules for these parties, right?”

“Oh, he knows them all right,” answered Linda with chuckle.

“Well, I think you are going to fit in very well here, Linda. And I think you’ll be very happy you came.”

“You think so?” –she said somewhat flirtatiously, getting into the mood of the conversation.

“Oh, yeah. Especially once we get your hubby on board. We may as well include him right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Watch.”

James looked over at Bruce and used his index finger to summon him. Bruce looked around as if not sure he was the person being signaled. He pointed to himself with a questioning expression on his face.

James nodded. Bruce arose and started to approach, but James stopped him in his tracks by holding up his open palm. Bruce looked confused. James held up his champagne glass and made a circling motion with his hand to indicate that Bruce should refresh both their glasses.

Bruce frowned, but slowly turned and headed toward the bar.

“Amazing,” said Linda.

“Why? If I’m going to take his wife to Heaven, the least he can do is get us a drink.”

Linda laughed at the self-confidence with which this man already took for granted what she was just beginning to hope would be the case.

“Pretty sure of yourself, huh?” – she said.

“I hope I’m not wrong. You’re going to be one happy lady before this night is over. I want to make sure you come back again.”

“We’ll see.”

At that moment Bruce approached the couple with two glasses of champagne, which he handed to them.

“Thanks, honey,” said Linda. James remained silent.

“I’m Bruce,” volunteered the hubby/waiter.

“You should return to your chair now,” said James in a very neutral tone of voice that nonetheless did not invite a response other than compliance. Bruce returned to his chair.

“Cold,” said Linda.

“Well, I like to help everyone get off on the right foot from the start. Especially hubbies. And especially your hubby – for purely selfish reasons.”

“You know how to flatter a girl,” teased Linda as she sipped her champagne.

James put his right arm on the back of the loveseat behind Linda and rested his hand possessively on her shoulder. His touch made her jump slightly, but she did nothing to discourage her companion. Instead, she crossed her legs and turned toward him slightly.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine,” he said with a smile, caressing her shoulder gently. Linda sipped more champagne.

“I see Bruce can’t take his eyes off us. Why don’t we give him something to think about.”

“What do you mean?” – asked Linda.

“This,” he said. He moved his face slowly toward Linda’s and she know he was going to kiss her. It seemed like an eternity before he made contact and all kinds of things were going through her mind – how would Bruce react, how would she react, was it going to happen, did she want it to? Yes to the last question, she decided.

Then his lips made contact with hers. Even though there were plenty of people in the room, somehow it didn’t matter to her. His soft kiss only served to help her make her decision. When she felt his tongue probing her lips, she immediately opened for him and felt it enter her mouth and intertwine with her own tongue. She moaned quietly as she began to fully participate in the kiss, pressing her mouth closer against his, opening wider, and bathing his tongue with her own. There was no turning back. She began to feel her pussy moistening and knew she was going to give herself to this man.

Bruce, seeing this man kissing his wife so blatantly – and in front of everyone – was frozen in place. It was obvious that she was kissing him back. He didn’t know whether to keep looking or go over there. One thing was certain – he didn’t want to catch the eye of any of the other guests present. That would be very embarrassing. He was also pretty sure that this club – or whatever it was – was not for him. He didn’t like the way this James person seemed to just take it for granted that he could take over his wife like that. He was annoyed at himself that he had run over to them and when the dark man signaled and, especially, that he fetched them drinks like some servant. But most of all, he couldn’t believe that Linda was going along with this and seeming to enjoy it.

Meanwhile, when their kiss came to an end, Linda was almost breathless from the sensations going through her body. If he does everything as well as he kisses, she thought, then she was definitely in trouble.

“Very nice,” said James, resting an arm over her shoulder with his hand just touching her cleavage.

“Jeez,” she said, “you’re dangerous.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he laughed, moving his fingers lightly over her breast. “But I hope you would like to.”

“Would I ever!” she thought. Glancing over at Bruce, she saw that he was staring directly at her with a look of great displeasure on his face. She realized that not only did she not care, but she even took secret delight in his watching her with James. She wanted him now and hoped that he would make that happen – and soon. She put a hand on his lap.

“I think it’s time to introduce you to what this club is all about, don’t you?” – he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I think you should put that collar around your hubby’s neck and send him out to sit in the circle.

“Oh, I don’t know…”

“Maybe I can convince you,” he said with a smile. As he leaned toward her, she turned her face to his, her lips slightly parted. When his lips touched hers, his tongue plunged deeply into her mouth, which caused to let out a quiet moan of pleasure. She reached up and put a hand behind his neck to pull him closer. Now she knew she was going to give herself to him completely. Her body was tingling with desire and she didn’t care who knew it.

Bruce couldn’t take his eyes of this scene of seduction taking place across the room. It was humiliating to him, but at the same time he felt himself reacting. When they broke the kiss and Linda stood up, he was confused. When she started walking toward him, he stood up, hoping his semi-erection wasn’t visible.

“Hi, sweetie,” she said. “Having fun?”

“Fun? Well, you seem to be,” he said with a tinge of bitterness in his voice.

“Don’t be a like that. We agreed to give this a try. I hope you don’t mind if I…”

She removed the collar from her pocket and reached up to put it around his neck.

“Honey, do we have to..”

“Shhhh. Now turn around so I can lock it in place.” He did as she requested and heard the little lock close. “Not too tight, I hope. Now, sweetie, you know what you’re supposed to do when I put this on you, don’t you?”

“Go out to the terrace and sit in the circle?” – he asked.

“Exactly. Hurry now. You can’t be in the house when you’re wearing that.”

“But what are you…”

“I’m going to spend some time with James. Now go.”

Bruce hung his head and headed to the patio without looking at anyone. It was the longest walk of his life. He was certain that everyone was looking at him and smiling. And he was right.

Outside tuzla escort bayan there were three men already seated in chairs arranged facing inward in a circle with a diameter of about ten feet.. He took a seat with as many chairs separating him from the others as possible.

“Congratulation!” said a young man who looked to be in his very early 20s.

“Thanks. I guess,” he responded.

“Your medallion is facing backward,” the young man said.

“Huh?” said Bruce, looking down at his chest.

“The medallion. It has to face outward so the letter can be seen.:

“Oh,” said Bruce. He flipped the round medallion around. The letters “BC” were engraved on it.

“What does that stand for,” asked Bruce.

“Some people think it means “Being Cuckolded.” But it really stands for “Black-Cuckolded.”

Bruce was speechless.

“My name is Jimmy,” he said.

“Bruce.”

“So who’s your wife with?” – asked Jimmy.

“His name is James.”

“Wow! Lucky you!”

Why he was lucky, Bruce had no idea.

“Why lucky?” he asked.

“Well, James is only one of the top three men in the group, that’s why. My wife, Julia, and I were here five times before she finally got to be with James. This is your first time, right?”

“Yeah,” said Bruce.

“Well, you’ll definitely be back. Your wife is going to one happy camper. I hope she likes’em big, because James is hung like you wouldn’t believe.”

Jimmy held his two hands apart about 10 inches.

“Your wife is going to think she died and went to heaven. And she will. She may not be able to walk for a week, but she’ll definitely be bringing you back. That’s for sure.”

“May I ask how old you are?” said Bruce.

“I’m 22 and Julia is 21.”

“And you’re already getting into this kind of thing at such a young age?”

“Well, we were just lucky, I guess.. My wife’s aunt is a member, if you can believe that. She’s about your age.. Anyway, for some reason she got the idea of inviting us to come to the club. I thought it was going to be some swinging thing.”

“And you’re okay with it?”

“Well, to tell the truth, at first I wasn’t. But Julia was so happy it was worth it. And when I got the chance to see her with one of the men, I could see why. It was James, as a matter of fact. When he fucked her in our bed at home, it was like nothing I’d ever seen. I mean, I was shocked. And Julia went crazy like something I’d never seen. So I figure we’re lucky. She’s getting the best sex imaginable from an early age. Most people don’t get to have this until they’re, well, your age. You really can’t go back.”

“Well,” said Bruce. He wondered if Linda and James had already gone upstairs to one of the room.

“So these guys sometimes, uh, come to your house to…uh…party?”

“Sure. But only after you’re a member officially. And you’ve committed to the club. And acknowledged the men of the club. And told your wife that you support her and recognize that only these men can give her what she needs and deserves. You have to humble yourself a lot to get to that point, and when you see her with one of them, you know what humility really is.”

Bruce noticed that the other two men were listening in on the conversation. Both were about his age.

“Hi,” he said. “Bruce.”

“Ralph.”

“Emmit. Glad to meat you. My wife is with Leroy.”

“Ouch,” said Ralph. “First time?”

“Yeah. Kind of weird, but Lori was so excited.”

“So what’s the deal with Leroy?” asked Bruce.

“Leroy,” volunteered Ralph, “is only nineteen years old. Younger than our c***dren. My wife hasn’t been with him yet, but she’s working on it. Boundless energy, gets it up all night, and has these huge balls. Plus, he’s good looking and smart. We’re trying like crazy to get him to come to our house.”

At that moment, another husband stepped out onto the patio and approached the circle.

“Hi, guys! You’re on, Ralph.” Ralph stood up, said good-bye and headed into the house.

“Hi,” said Bruce. “I’m Bruce.”

“Owen,” said the newcomer.

“So why did Ralph leave the..uh…circle?”

“Sheets.”

“Sheets?”

“Your first time here?” – asked Owen.

“Yes.”

“Who’s your wife with?”

“James,” responded Bruce.

“Hey, nice going!”

“Uh, thanks.”

“I saw James and someone heading upstairs and wondered who she was. Very attractive!”

“They went upstairs?”

“Sure. Where else? That’s where it happens.”

Bruce was struggling to deal with everything going on around him. It was all so new and, at this point, confusing. He couldn’t help but wonder what Linda and James were up to at that moment.

“You asked about sheets?”

“Oh, yeah. What’s that about?”

“Well,” said answered Owen, “all the bedrooms get used more than once in an evening. So someone has to change the sheets. That someone is one of us hubbies.”

“You’re k**ding!” – exclaimed Bruce. This was getting more and more unbelievable.

“Nope. Needless to say, there would be hell to pay if one of the men went into a room and the bed wasn’t made up with clean sheets, towels, fresh bottles of water, clean glasses. We just call it sheets for short ’cause that’s the main thing. We take turns. That and bartending are our main responsibility.”

“That’s pretty…I don’t know,” responded Bruce.

“Hey, it’s not so bad. You’re sitting in a dark corner on the second floor just resting most of the time. And those walls aren’t totally soundproof, so you hear some heavy moaning and crying. Sometimes it works out that you’re on sheets when your own wife is being fucked by one of the men.

“Anyway, when a couple comes out of one of the rooms, you wait until they’ve headed downstairs. You keep your eyes down. Don’t look them in the face. That’s a violation of their privacy. If they speak to you, just answer ‘yes, sir” or ‘yes, ma’am.” Even if it’s your wife, which was kind of embarrassing at first, when you’re not used to it, not yet totally committed..”

“Huh!” grunted Bruce.

“Anway,” continued Owen, “as soon as they’re out of sight, you go to the pantry, get out a set of clean sheets and towels. Go to the room, change the sheets, put out the clean towels, remove the used water bottles and glasses. Get new ones from the pantry. If the candles have burned down or almost burned down, replace them. Then get back to your chair and wait for the next room and do the same thing all over again.”

Bruce leaned back and pondered all he had heard. He couldn’t help thinking about Linda and wondering how James must have reacted when he saw the sexy underthings his wife had bought for the occasion. It must be nice, he thought, to have guys delivering their wives to you for your pleasure. Not too long ago, after all, it had been Bruce and his friends who were enjoying each other’s sexy wives. For the time being at least this wasn’t in the cards.

Chapter 2

Linda, meanwhile, was not thinking about her husband. At the moment she was standing in the center of the room while her soon-to-be lover, James, sat in an easy chair gazing at the sexy wife who was about to become his. His cock was uncomfortably hard and he couldn’t wait to free it. Or rather, for her to free it. He always enjoyed it when he was a white wife’s first black man. He wondered if she would freak out when she saw his huge manhood; would she be a screamer or a cryer? Either way, he was certain, she would become a convert in the next thirty minutes. He could hardly wait.

Linda, feeling somewhat light-headed from two glasses of champagne and more kissing in the privacy of the room was about to disrobe in front of this magnificent man. She reached behind herself and lowered the zipper of her dress. She wanted desperately to make an impression. She was so excited she could barely conceal it. With a shrug of her shoulders, the top of the dress dropped own to waist level, revealing the lavender bra that barely contained her breasts. That her nipples were erect with excitement was very obvious.

“Oh, baby, you’re making me very happy,” said James. “I just know that you and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Thanks. My husband helped me pick it out.”

“Really,” laughed James. “I like that. He shows promise. Sounds like he really wants this for you.”

“Well,” answered Linda, caressing her breasts with both hands, “I wouldn’t go that far. I think he might come around in time.”

“I’m sure you can make that happen. Let’s see the rest of it!”

“You’re so impatient, James. But I guess I am, too.”

With that, she let her dress fall to her feet. She kicked it aside and stood there with her feet apart and hands on her hips. James took in the matching garter belt and small panties. His had moved to his lap and he shamelessly massaged his straining cock. Linda blinked in amazement as she made out the outline of his manhood. She felt herself getting moist again.

“Baby, that husband of yours has good taste. In women and in picking out just the right thing for you to wear for me. You tell him I said so, hear?”

“Okay. It’ll probably embarrass him, but I’ll pass on your message. Meanwhile I have something else to offer you.”

Again Linda reached behind herself, this time to unhook her bra. She let it drop to the floor and held her breasts in her hand as if offering them her man for approval. The nipples were completely erect.

“Come on over here and give me a closer look.”

Linda stepped over in front of James and stood between his outstretched legs. He leaned forward, put his hands on Linda’s hip, and took a nipple in his lips.

“Ohmygod!” – she moaned. The sensation was almost more than she could bear. This was just the beginning. She put her hands on his head and pulled him closer. She was beginning to feel wobbly on her feet.

“What about you?”- she asked hoarsely.

“What about me?”

“Don’t you have something for play-and-tell to show me?”

“Oh, you know I do, baby. Especially the play part! Why don’t you get down on your knees so I can give you your present.

Linda didn’t have to be asked twice. She gladly lowered herself before him, her eyes glued to his crotch. She was no long able to even pretend the casual manner she had assumed earlier in the evening.

“So tell me,” asked James, “how did it feel to put that collar on your hubby for the first time?”

Even that stirred something deep inside her.

“It was sort of hard at first,” she said. “I knew he was hoping that it wouldn’t happen at our first party. He hoped it was just to take a look around and talk about it later.”

“No way that was going to happen,” interjected James.

“I realized that as soon as we sat down together. But still, I wasn’t looking forward to doing that to him. I kind of felt sorry for him.”

James smiled and lowered the zipper of his pants.

“I think you’ll find it was worth it,” he said with a suggestive smile.

Linda was getting tired of talking. She wanted – NEEDED – for this man to touch her, to take her, to make her his, to take her to a new level of pleasure.

“But you know,” she said, “when I was locking it around his neck, it gave me a feeling of power that I really liked. We’ve never been into power games, but I really liked the control I had at that moment.”

“That’s only the beginning, baby. After tonight, he will be very much under your spell. You will be on the inside, and he will be on the outside looking in. He will depend on you as his link to this special world you’re about to enter. This will be your power.”

Linda was breathing deeply and almost licking her lips in anticipation. Would this guy never stop talking? Still, his words evoked images and situations that made her even hotter.

“Take it out,” he said softly. “Take out my gift to you.”

Linda reached slowing through the zipper opening. When her hand touched him, she let out a gasp.

“Oh god,” she said. Knowing she would never get it out as hard and large as it was that way, Linda unhooked James’ belt and opened the top of his pant. She hurriedly pulled down the top of his boxers. Before her eyes popped up the largest and hardest black cock she could have ever imagined.

Reverently she took him in both hands, neither of which could reach around his massive pole. The veins of his cock stood out in relief, signaling the degree of his arousal. She leaned closer and looked at the huge mushroom hear while stroking slowly. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip.

“Go ahead, baby. Don’t make me wait!”

This was all the encouragement she needed. She leaned forward, licked at the bulbous and almost scary head and, finally, opened her mouth wide to take him between her lips. The contact made his steel-sprung cock jump so powerfully that Linda gave a muffled yelp. She began to wonder if she would even be able to take him in her mouth. After bobbing up and down a few times she pressed downward and forced the large head of his weapon into her mouth. Her lips were stretched tightly and her jaws open to the limit. She caressed the head with her tongue and felt giddy from his power.

“Lick it,” he said.

Linda reluctantly removed her mouth from the black love muscle and lowered her head to its base. She nuzzled her nose briefly in his wiry pubic hair and inhaled his sexual aroma. Then, with the flat of her tongue, she licked the underside of his cock from bottom to top and down again. She repeated this several times until his cock was glistening from her saliva. She briefly paused to admire the object in her hands and to revel in its power. At that moment she realized her life would never be the same again. This was what she waited for all her life. She knew this with certainty. She tried briefly to imagine what this would mean for her and for her marriage, but the immediacy of the situation was too powerful for her to worry about those details.

“Don’t stop now,” said James.

She had no intention of stopping, but simply wanted to savor this life-changing moment, to draw it out as long as she could. With a sigh she moved her lips to the base of his cock and onward to his balls. She moaned as she licked each ball, giving herself totally over to the moment. There was no shyness, no embarrassment, no holding back. Taking one of James’ huge balls in her mouth, she lathered it lovingly with her tongue, thinking that the cum it contained would soon be deep inside her.

Linda became almost frantic in her need to experience this man, to give herself to him, to please him. She took him in her mouth again, but this time she forced herself to take more of the rigid pole inside. Her tongue caressed the tip of his cock and she was literally intoxicated by the taste of his cum, now leaking generously and, she thought, addicting her.

Briefly Linda contemplated how it was going to be when James began to enter her pussy, which had never experienced anything even close to what it would tonight. The knowledge that it would certainly hurt at first didn’t faze her. She found herself looking forward to the pain, because it would mean that she would become a complete woman and would have the ultimate experience for any woman. She pushed downward until the head of his cock pressed against her throat, causing her to gag. Even that she welcomed.

James gently touched her head, signaling that the time for foreplay was over. She looked up at him and began to touch herself through her panties.

“Please,” she said.

James nodded. He was very familiar with the kind of need this attractive married woman was experiencing. He would savor her introduction to fucking by a real man for the first time in her life.

The two stood up and removed the remainder of each other’s clothes. They kissed standing next the bed, Linda grasping James’ hardness with one hand and pulling him close by the buttock with the other. Her mouth opened wide to welcome his probing tongue, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was open to him in every way.

They moved to the bed. James positioned himself between her legs and licked each nipple, which only drove Linda more crazy that she already was. He ran his tongue down over her belly and, after the slightest of pauses, lapped at Linda’s sopping slit. Her hands were on his head. When he took her engorged clit between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, it was more than she could stand.

“Oh god! I’m cumming. I…don’t…believe it… Oh god!” She bucked up against his face uncontrollably as her first orgasm overtook her. When it subsided she was breathless.

James moved up until the head of his cock was just touching Linda’s now very wet slit. He pushed forward gently. Linda moaned and opened her legs wider. Her arms encircled his waist and she pulled toward her. She needed him NOW! James pressed firmly against her. The swollen head of his cock began to penetrate.

Linda was so overwhelmed by the new sensations assaulting her body that she was afraid she might pass out. He was stretching her so much and hadn’t even gotten started.

“Please…do it….hurry! Just do it. Fuck me!” she cried.

James was well past the point of no return. Together they had reached the combustion point. He took a nipple between his lips and licked it. While she was distracted by this, James pushed forcefully forward and in one movement buried the first four or five inches of his cock inside the whimpering Linda’s pussy.

“Oh go! It’s so big!! I’m going to cum again…oh…oh…I’m cum-m-m-m-ing!” James remained still as Linda bucked and spasmed around his penetrating cock.

“More…don’t stop, damn it! Fuck me!”

Needing no further encouragement, James withdrew several inches and pounded the full length of his rigid shaft into the tightly stretched pussy of the pretty white married woman squirming beneath him.

“So good…so good…more….harder” – she moaned, punctuating each word with an upward thrust of her hips. James obliged and began pumping his cock slowly and deeply inside the now delirious Linda. It didn’t take long before James knew he would have to get relief. He always loved the moment when he emptied his voluminous load of inside a new partner. Deeper than anyone or anything had ever been. This was virgin territory. This was James’ property.

Linda was now completely taken over by her desire and the feelings she was experiencing for the first time in her life. Even under these circumstances she was aware that she briefly felt a moment of deep resentment against her husband for what she had missed out on for so many years. This made her pull James more firmly against her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled against his buttocks as her orgasm approached.

“Now…fuck me! Hard! Cum in me…please! Do it!!”

James obliged. He penetrated Linda to the maximum depth and stopped moving just as his cock began to gushed inside her.. Linda was overtaken with such a powerful orgasm that she briefly felt she lost consciousness. She continued to hold James in a vice-like grip with her arms and legs. Finally they both relaxed in each other’s arms. He remained inside her. Linda had found relief and pleasure and sensations that she had never dreamed of. And she owed it to this man, James, who had brought her into a new world – a world she knew she would never abandon.

* * * * * *

An hour later, when Linda and James came out of the bedroom, Linda noticed a man seated in a dimly lit niche. He looked familiar. As they walked by him Linda recognized him. It was Sarah’s wife, Bill. He didn’t look up, but kept his gaze downward, toward the floor.

“Bill?” – said Linda, pausing.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, not looking up. Linda couldn’t understand his strange behavior. Addressing her that way and not even looking up at her. It was like he was some docile servant rather than an old friend.

“You okay?” – she asked.

“You’re okay, aren’t you, Bill?” – interrupted James.

“Yes, sir. Yes, ma’am. I’m fine,” he responded.

“Well, carry on,” said James, urging Linda toward the staircase.

Once downstairs, Linda and James enjoyed a tall glass of mineral water together on the same sofa they had occupied earlier. They sat close, Linda’s hand resting on her lover’s leg and his are d****d possessively over her shoulder.

“I really hate for this night to end,” she said.

“Don’t worry. There’ll be many others, I promise.”

“I can’t wait that long,” she laughed. “Can’t I take you home with me?”

“Maybe we’d better wait a bit for that, as much as I’d like to enjoy your body for a few more hours. Your hubby has been out there in the circle for two hours. I’m sure he’s going crazy.”

Her husband! Linda had almost forgotten. How, she wondered, was he going to take all this. Not just tonight, but other nights like this in the future.

“Yes, my hubby. Guess I’d better rescue him and take him home. I hope he’s cool about this.”

“Oh, I think he will be. Eventually he will even be enthusiastic.”

“You think so?”

“I can almost guarantee it,” said James. “If there’s anything I understand, it’s the Black-cuckolded hubby.”

“Wow. What an expression. Black-cuckolded hubby. It doesn’t sound like something he would be thrilled to hear.”

“He will be very curious – and excited – to hear about tonight. You should tell him everything. It will be frustrating to him not to have been able to see it, but have to only hear about it.”

“You think he will?”

“Oh yeah. Tell him all about it, slowly. Tease him. I’ll eat my hat if he doesn’t get turned on by it. Him imagination will fill in the blanks. But don’t let him have sex with you. Not tonight, anyway.”

“Don’t worry about that,” laughed Linda. “I think I’ll be too sore for a while. But it’s a wonderful soreness. I’ve never experienced it before. I’ve never had orgasms like that. I think I passed out once. And you know what?”

“What?”

“I found myself resenting Bruce for depriving me all these years. Even though I know it’s not really his fault. Now I’m spoiled. When’s the next party?”

“Two weeks from now. You have that long to persuade Bruce to come back. I don’t think it will be a problem.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I am. You know, there’s another side benefit for you from Black-cuckolding your hubby.”

“What’s that?” – asked Linda.

“The longer this goes on and the more he accepts it and his diminished role, the more, well, eager he will be to please you in other ways. The balance of power between you will shift in your favor.”

“I kind of like the sound of that,” said Linda with a conspiratorial smile. “It would make things much easier.”

“You’d be amazed. You’ll probably get an earful from Bruce about thing he heard in the circle tonight. The hubbies out there gossip like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Interesting.”

“They address us as ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ because they have to here at the club. But it doesn’t take long before it becomes natural to them and they mean it sincerely.”

“This is incredible,” said Linda.

“You’re already on the inside, and Bruce is on the outside looking in. He envies you. He will accept that he is no longer your match sexually. He will become very obliging in other ways. And you can take advantage of that to the degree you want to.”

“Well,” responded Linda, “it will be interesting to see if what you say is true in Bruce’s case.”

“You should talk to your friend Sarah. Her hubby Bill is already doing the dishes, laundry and housecleaning.”

“You’re k**ding!”

“Nope. I could tell you more, but you will find out for yourself what possibilities exist in your marriage when Bruce comes to terms with being Black-cuckolded.”

“Darling, I’d better rescue my hubby – I’m getting to like that term. See you in two weeks?”

“You can bet on it.”

* * * * * * * *

On the drive home, Bruce, as predicted, peppered Linda with questions. She begged off, saying she was exhausted and needed to sleep on the way and they could talk once they got home.

Later, home and in their bedroom, Bruce lay in bed waiting for Linda to join him. His mind was in overdrive. What had happened at the party? How did Linda react? Was she okay? What would this mean for him? Was she upset? He even tried to imagine how she felt after supposedly being fucked by a super-hung Black stud. The image made him excited, and this he found annoying.

Finally Linda came out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. The turned toward Bruce and lay an arm on his chest. She looked at him with a dreamy smile on her face.

“You okay?” she asked..

“Yeah, I’m fine. But tell me what happened while I was outside,” answered Bruce.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Well, you went upstairs with that guy, didn’t you?”

“Yes. And his name is James. Be polite..”

“Sorry, sweetie. So tell me.”

“Well, first of all, he really loved the undies you helped me pick out. They definitely had the desired effect.”

Bruce felt himself getting hard at the image of his wife posing in the lavender garter belt, bra and panties she had bought for the occasion. He hadn’t even seen them on her himself, but was trying to imagine himself in James’ place.

“Good. So did he…uh…undress you or…”

“No. I did a little striptease for him.”

“Really?” Bruce was getting excited.

“Yeah. James had his shirt and shoes off and was sitting in an easy chair with his drink. We’d been doing a little hot foreplay – you know, kissing, getting close. His tongue was almost down my throat and we were both getting very hot.”

Bruce was now fully erect. He was glad he was under the covers and could conceal it from Linda.

“You sure you want to hear all this?” – she asked.

“Sure. Go ahead,” he said, his voice cracking noticeably. Linda smiled and continued.

“So anyway, I figured we better get down to business. I mean, I was curious about what the fuss was all about. The way Sarah talked about these guys, well, I wanted to experience it for myself so you and I could decide if we wanted to continue with this group.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.”

“So I pushed him into the chair and stood in the center of the room and unzipped my dress. I danced around a little just to tease him, you know. Finally I just let the dress fall to the floor, kicked it away, and stood there with my hands on my hips giving him a good look.”

“Jeez, that must have been something for him.”

“Oh, it was. And I told him you picked everything out yourself.”

“Why’d you say that?” protested Bruce, feeling embarrassed.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Besides, he was very pleased, to say the least. I did a few turns and unhooked my bra, took it off and tossed it to him.”

“Wow.”

“Wow is right. I was sort of holding my breasts, teasing my nipples and showing him what he had in store.”

Bruce began to squirm at this picture. He realized that he had never had an experience quite like that. He had done the wife-swapping thing with friends, of course, but James wasn’t swapping anything. He was just getting what he wanted for the taking.

“While I was posing for him, I guess it got to be too much, because he loosened his belt, opened his zipper and pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I couldn’t believe my eyes.”

“What do you mean. Was he really….big?” squeaked Bruce.

“It was kind of dark, but I could tell he was huge. I was about to find out how huge. But first I wanted to drive him a little more crazy. I slowly took off my panties and tossed them to him. I stood there with my leg apart and covered my pussy with one hand while I help my breast with the other.”

“Damn!”

“Then I walked over to him, stood between his outstretched legs and lowered my tits to his face. I swear, when he started on my nipples with his lips and tongue, I almost had an orgasm!”

Bruce was licking his lips as he listened, which didn’t go unnoticed by Linda.

“I knew the ‘big moment’ was about to happen. I was way past the point of no return. I pulled away from him and lowered myself on my knees in front of him. Finally I saw his incredible cock up close right in front of my face. I took it in one hand. It was almost scary.”

“What do you mean?” croaked Bruce, now almost in pain from his erection.

“I mean, it was so big and so hard and hot. Like a baseball bat. I couldn’t get my hand around it it was so big. I used both hands and stroked it up and down. I began to worry about whether I could take it inside me.”

“Jeez!’

“Are you sure you don’t mind hearing all this. Maybe I should stop.”

“No! Go ahead. Please.”

“Well, you can guess what was next. I had to have it in my mouth. But first I just licked it. First the big head, all shiny and swollen. Then up and down the monster until it was shiny and moist. James was loving it, I can tell you. He pushed my head down so I figured he wanted me to lick his balls, which I did. I could barely get one in my mouth, but I did. I was very big.”

Bruce desperately wanted to touch himself, but didn’t dare. He was embarrassed to be so turned on by his wife’s description of her experience with her first Black lover.

“God, just talking about it has me all wet again,” she said. Then, with no warning, she moved her hand to Bruce’s crotch and found his cock, rigid and straining against his pajamas.

“Oh my,” she laughed, “it looks like I’m not the only one turned on by this story!”

Bruce felt himself blushing, caught as he was in full sexual arousal from Linda’s story.

“I almost wish you could have seen me,” she added. “Anyway, I had to taste that cock that was going to be in me as soon as I could make it happen.. So I took him in my mouth. Bruce, you wouldn’t believe it. I could hardly get the head of it in my mouth. My lips were stretched to the breaking point. I was running my tongue around that thing while I fingered myself.”

“Man…”

“Man is right! I pushed down to get more of it, but it was pushing against my throat. It hurt a little, but I didn’t care. It’s weird. I almost wanted it to hurt some, so I pushed harder until I was gagged. Then I did it again. Both of us were ready, I can tell you!”

“I’ll bet,” said Bruce.

I finally just got up, go on the bed, opened my legs and asked him to PLEASE fuck me.”

“You actually said ‘please’?”

“I know it’s hard to believe. I was beyond caring. I’d never been so hot in my life. I knew it would hurt, but I wanted him so bad I could cry.”

“So….”

“So James got rid of the rest of his clothes and crawled up on the bed between my legs. I felt him probing my pussy.
We definitely didn’t need any more foreplay. I just needed him in me and he needed to be inside of me at that moment.

“It was harder than I thought. Even though I was really moist, it took a while before the head of his cock finally penetrated me. And as soon as it did, I had an orgasm. I mean mind-blowing. He just stayed still while I exploded, impaled by the head of his cock.”

“It was pretty big, huh? That must have been uncomfortable for you.”

“Very. At first. But believe me, I didn’t care. The pleasure was much more than the pain. And he hadn’t even started fucking me for real. But he did. Slowly at first. It took a while, but after a while he had the whole thing inside me. I felt like I was about to split in half! I’ve never felt so full. Or fulfilled. And I loved it. We were both just enjoying the feeling of him inside me. I came again. Then he started fucking me for real. And I mean FUCKING me.”

Bruce began slowly moving his hand toward his cock under the covers. Linda noticed and smiled to herself, but said nothing.

“Anyway, it’s probably good that we were along. I don’t know how I would have felt if you had been watching all this. I mean, I was really out of control! I was crying and begging him to fuck me harder. I mean I was begging for it.

“In the end, we came together. He was all the way inside me and stopped moving. I started spasming all over. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. I think I was crying. My arms and legs were wrapped around him and holding on for dear life when he finally let go himself. It was like a damn burst. He started spurting deep in my pussy and kept going until I couldn’t believe there was anything left. I could feel myself being flooded. I came again. I think I even told him I loved him, but I’m not sure. It’s kind of a blur.”

“Damn!”

“Oh, sweetie. Did I get you all hot?”

“You bet you did. How about we …” began Bruce, putting an arm around Linda and pulling her close.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry I couldn’t. I’m really exhausted, not to mention very sore there. I don’t think my pussy could take it. However…”

“Yes?” asked Bruce hopefully.

“I’m also kind of hot from remembering this experience. I could really use some tender attention from your tongue. Do you mind?”

“Well…uh…”

“Come on, honey. James was happy to please me. You’re my husband. Do your duty! Maybe I’ll even tell you some more while you’re at it?”

That was all the encouragement Bruce needed.. He crawled under the sheet and made his way between his wife’s legs. Her aroma was potent, which only increased his desire. It was almost as if he was now being included, in a limited way, in the evening’s fun. He began lapping her moist pussy with the flat of his tongue.

For her part, Linda was amazed that he had acquiesced so readily. It was kind of insulting, after all. Still, the idea of her husband servicing her orally after a night of fucking with her Black lover was a definite turn-on. She almost regretted having cleaned herself so thoroughly before getting dressed at the party. Maybe, she thought, James was right after all about cuckolded hubbies being more docile.

“After we rested a while,” she said, “I really wanted more, which was hard to believe since I had already cum half a dozen times. And I mean mind-shattering climaxes like I’ve never felt before.”

Bruce moaned softly, since he couldn’t really participate in the conversation with his tongue busy lapping Linda’s now wet pussy.

“I sort of hinted that I wanted him to take me again,” she continued. “He said I was like a bitch in heat.” Linda laughed at the memory. “You know what he said?”

“Mnnnff,” responded Bruce, now more excited than ever despite himself.

“He told me if I was a bitch in heat, I should get on all fours and he would fuck me like one. I didn’t even care. I just wanted it. Wanted him.

“So I got on my hands and knees with my back to him, spread my knees wide and offered myself to him.”

Bruce couldn’t believe his ears. He tried to imagine his wife in that position in front of an almost total stranger. He increased him licking as Linda began to undulate beneath his mouth.

“He teased me for a while and then finally penetrated me in one powerful stroke. Just like that and he was all the way in me. I had another orgasm before he even started fucking me. It felt so-o-o-o good! I was in heaven. Then he made me beg for more, and you should have heard me. Thank goodness you weren’t there. Shall I go on?”

“Mmmnggff.”

“You know, sweetie, you’re a very good pussy-lapper. Just what I need to send me off to dreamland tonight. Anyway, he was playing with my nipples and fucking me deep and hard. Right where your tongue is now. Come on, fuck me with your tongue!”

Bruce moaned and pushed his tongue deep into his wife’s pussy, fully aware that James’ huge cock had been there less than an hour earlier. It made him feel somehow insignificant in the scheme of things, but he was determined to do some pleasing himself tonight.

“That’s a good boy! Not quite like the real thing, but good enough for now. Come on, fuck me with that tongue. Deeper, damn it!”

Now she was bucking fiercely against Bruce’s face so that it was difficult for him to maintain penetration with his tongue. His jaw was getting tired and his face was taking a pounding. He was now almost afraid of his own wife’s pussy, almost dominated by it. For the first time in his married life, he felt her power and it scared him.

“Don’t stop! I’m cumming! Ahhhh!”

Bruce felt her hands grabbing him by the hair and pulling his tender and sopping face against her. He felt almost like she was just using his face to masturbate with. It was all about her pleasure.

Finally she relaxed and released him.

“You can come out from under there now,” she said.

Bruce crawled out from between the sheets and was able to breath freely again. The cool air was refreshing on his wet and punished face.

“Thanks for that,” said Linda.

Bruce started to wipe his face with the sheet, but she stopped him.

“Don’t you dare! Leave it.”

“What about me?”

“I’m sorry, honey. I’m exhausted. But you know what I’d like more than anything?”

“What?” – asked Bruce>

“I want to see you jerk off!”

“Here?” – he asked, flabbergasted.

“Where else? Come on. I know you’re hot. Don’t you want to cum?”

“Well, I thought maybe you—”

“Uh-uh. I want to lie here and watch you make yourself cum. I’ll even tell you what to think about while you’re doing it.”

“Okay, you win,” said Bruce, sitting up on his haunches on the bed. He took his painfully hard but modestly sized cock between his thumb and two fingers and began stroking it.

“Close your eyes and try to imagine yourself upstairs in that bedroom watching me with my first Black lover, James. Can you see it?”

“Yeah. I see it,” said Bruce, eyes shut as he pulled on his love stick.

“Your sitting there watching me stretch my lips around the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. You can here me slurping over it, licking and sucking. My head is bobbing up and down.”

“Oh shit!” said Bruce.

“You’re about to see yourself cuckolded. Can you see it? Isn’t exciting?”

“Mmmmm,” moaned Bruce.

“You’ve got my panties in your hand. You’re holding them close to your face, inhaling the aroma of your wife. It’s intoxicating!”

“Oh yeah,” said Bruce, getting close.

“Here they are, Bruce. Open your eyes, but don’t stop.”

Bruce opened his eyes and saw Linda holding her panties in her hand out to him. He took them with his free hand. They were wet.

“Come on, Bruce. Close your eyes and hold my panties against your face. It will make it more real.”

Bruce did as he was told. He pressed the wet material against his face and inhaled.

Linda was now even more amazed that she could talk her husband into performing this way. Never in her wildest imagination could she have believed that he could be talked into jerking off in front of her to images of her lover in his mind and pussy-soaked panties against his face.

“I’m going to cum!”

“Do it into my panties, darling. Cum in my panties. Now!”

Just in time he wrapped his cock in the panties and shot his load into the silky wet material. When he finally caught his breath and recovered, he looked up to see Linda smiling at him.

“Quite a show, lover!”

To say that Bruce was embarrassed and humiliated at this moment would have been an understatement. How had he been reduced to this? – he asked himself, looking down to avoid his wife’s amused gaze.

“Honey,” she said. “Do me a favor. Go wash them out in the sink, will you?”

“Okay,” responded Bruce, happy to have an excuse to disappear. He walked slowly to the bathroom and turned the water in the sink.”

“Oh, and honey?” – he heard her say to him from the bedroom.

“Yes?”

“Also wash out my new stockings while you’re at it. They’re hanging on the shower door. Thanks. Good night.”

Bruce took the delicate nylons from the door and added them to the sink. As he washed them he realized that he had never seen her wearing her new outfit. Only James had. He looked up at himself in the mirror. His face was still wet and his hair matted down from his exertions. He thought of James. And Linda.

Several days later Linda and Sarah were having drinks after work in a cocktail lounge. After rebuffing the advances of several young men, the two women were finally being left alone.

“Linda,” said Sarah, “I’m so glad you came to the party last week. I take it you had a good time?”

“A good time? Only the best night of my life. At least of my married life, if you know what I mean. I can’t thank you enough.”

“And how is Bruce doing?”

“Well, he’s sulking a little, so I’m paying some attention to him.”

“Don’t worry. He’ll get over it.”

“I think you’re right. God, I wish I were seeing James tonight. I think I’m hooked!”

“You and me both,” laughed Sarah. “Once you’re officially a member, you won’t have to wait so long to get laid. Leroy is coming over to my house tonight. Bill is cooking dinner for us.”

“You’re k**ding!”

“Nope. That’s why I’m here. Hubby is doing all the work.”

“Is it true what Bruce told me – that Bill is doing the housecleaning for you?”

“You bet. I added laundry to his list last week. Now he’s cooking one dinner a week.”

“Wow. I guess James was right about us getting more power over our husbands…uh…hubbies…once we have Black lovers.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Just wait. Brucie hasn’t even seen you with one of the men yet. That’s when you really get the upper hand.”

“You know, it’s weird, but it’s kind of a turn-on for me to have Bruce in this position. orhanlı escort After the party when we got home I made him jerk off after he went down on me. He was like putty in my hands.”

“I love it!” – laughed Sarah.

“You should have seen him. I had him holding my panties to his face while he was doing it. It was quite a site. But the big thing was when I asked him to hand-wash my panties and stockings before he went to sleep.”

Both women shared a good laugh at this image.

“I recognize the pattern. It’s the early signs of Black-cuckold-itis! The first big test will be when he has to personally ask James or one of the other men to sponsor you guys for membership.”

“He has to do that?” asked Linda incredulously.

“Uh-huh. And he has to be sincere and convincing. I had Bill practice his little speech in front of me. I could hardly keep a straight face he was so serious!”

“That will be something, I have to admit.”

“It’s an important ritual they all have to go through. You can attend three parties without being a member. After that, if you want to continue having that delicious black cock in that hungry pussy of yours, hubby will have to testify and commit.”

“Wow. That I’d like to see.”

“This is a major turning point. It’s where Bruce has to look James or whoever in the eye and say that his wife needs the men of the club because they can give her what he can’t and would they please consider the two of you for membership. The men don’t make it all that easy on the hubbies. They like to make them squirm and sweat a little. By that point Bruce will be so worried that he might fail you that he will do and say anything to win their approval. It’s an amazing thing to behold.”

“God I’m getting wet just thinking about it! By the way, I saw your hubby when James and I came out of the bedroom at the party. He didn’t even look up at me. Just kept his eyes down.”

“Of course, silly. It’s a question of manners and respect. You were with James. He’s in awe of James and the others and must treat them with respect. You were with James, so he knew he didn’t dare act familiar with you.”

“He even called me ‘ma’am’!”

“Honey, he calls ME ma’am at that house. And I love it! He so much wants to please and is desperate for my approval now that he’s yielded the pleasure of fucking me to Black men. So he tries in other ways to feel needed.”

“Well, we’ll see. Listen, I have to go. You have fun with your Leroy tonight.. I’m so jealous!”

“Hey, you too can have home delivery. Just get hubby in gear. Later…”

Two weekends later Bruce and Linda found themselves driving, once again, to the Saturday night party of The Circle group. Bruce glanced furtively over at Linda’s crossed legs. There was a lot to see since her dress was of the short variety – all the better to show off her perfect legs. This time she was wearing black stockings and her most outrageous black fuck-me stiletto heels. He would have given anything to be the one who was going to enjoy the pleasures of his wife’s body tonight. She had him totally aroused.

This time, however, he didn’t know what she was wearing under that dress. Linda had gone out shopping that afternoon and come back with a filled Victoria’s Secret shopping bag which she refused to let him peek at. The mystery and her teasing only made her more desirable. Sometime that evening, he knew, that dress would slip to the floor and someone else would see his wife’s body revealed in the most inviting way possible.

“Are you staring at my legs?” – she asked him, intruding on his erotic thoughts.

“Huh? Oh…well…you look so beautiful tonight, darling,” he responded.

“Thank you, dear, but I wish you would keep your eyes on the road. Will you do that for me?”

“Of course. Sorry. I just—”

“Besides, as you well know, these legs and everything that goes with them are not for you tonight. You understand, right?”

“Of course. I…”

“So why frustrate yourself that way. If you behave yourself this evening, I think I can promise you’ll see the whole package up close and personal, if you get my drift.”

That hint of promised pleasure made Bruce’s cock get even harder. He shifted in his seat, but took care not to stare at Linda, as hard as that was.

“Are you as excited as I am tonight?” – she asked.

“Well, probably not, and for good reason. Maybe you could not put the collar on me so quickly this evening so I could socialize a little.”

“No promises,” said Linda. “It depends on how things go. Who knows what will happen. Maybe no one will want to spend any time with me.”

“Ha! Like that’s gonna happen.”

“Anyway, you get to hang out with the other hubbies on the patio. That must be interesting.”

“I guess. They’re all so enthusiastic about the club. You’d think they were the one’s getting laid instead of their wives.”

“You might take a lesson from them. Don’t you think it’s admirable for a hubby to be so concerned about his wife’s happiness and pleasure?”

“Of course I do. You know that.”

“Then act like it. Don’t embarrass me.”

“I won’t,” said Bruce, properly chagrined.”

“We’re not members yet, so be on your good behavior. One more party and we’re out unless someone wants to sponsor us.”

“I promise,” said Bruce. “Do you think we’ll get back to having some of the old parties with Sarah, Bill and the others?”

“Honey, they’ve gone Black! Don’t you understand? Why would Sarah trade that for…well, you know.”

Before Bruce could respond they were pulling into a parking place in front of the house where the party would take place. He hopped out of the car and opened the door for Linda. He couldn’t resist catching a glimpse of exposed thigh as she got out of the car.

“Bruce, what did I tell you?!”

“I’m sorry, honey.”
Linda didn’t respond but strode briskly toward the porch with Bruce following behind.

Inside the gathering was larger than before, the hub-bub of conversation and clinking glasses much more lively. Glancing out the patio door he observed that so far there was no one sitting in the circle. Before he could catch up to Linda he was grabbed by their host and told that he had bartender duty. Within a minute he was mixing and serving drinks to a never-ending line of couples and men. As it was just the beginning of the evening, the line was non-stop.

Then he saw Linda in line with a Black man he hadn’t seen at the previous party – tall, mid-30s, attractive and athletic looking. He had his arm around Linda’s waist at they waited their turn. In a few moments that were standing in front of him.

“What may I serve you,” he asked, looking at the man.

“I think I’ll have a glass of champagne,” said Linda.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with difficulty and without looking her in the face. He imagined that she was smiling at his words but didn’t want to find out.

“I’ll take a scotch on the rocks,” said Linda’s companion.

“Yes, sir, coming right up.”

An hour later Bruce was relieved by his friend Bill and allowed, finally, to wander into the main room and have a drink. Standing in a corner he surveyed the gathering and recognized some of his friends from the old swinging group. Linda was in conversation with her new friend. Sarah was talking with a couple of the other wives. She looked drop-dead sexy, as usual, thought Bruce. It was almost painful to realize that he used to fuck her on a regular basis. And now he was almost afraid to talk to her. He was an outsider.

Before long he saw Linda approaching him. He stood up and forced a smile on his face even though he suspected the reason she was coming up.

“He, sweetie,” he said. “Having fun?”

“I’m about to,” she said teasingly. “I guess you know why I’m here.”

“The collar?” – he guessed with resignation.

“Don’t look so sad. The collar on you means I’m having a good time. Don’t you want that?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then turn around,” she said. Bruce did so and felt the collar being placed around his neck. The touch of her hands was very warm.. He realized that she had become, for him, like some unattainable sex goddess.

“Let’s see,” she said once the collar was in place.

Bruce turned around. He looked at her somewhat sheepishly as he turned the “BC” medallion facing outward.

“What does BC stand for,” she asked.

“Well, there are several versions.”

“Just tell me what it means.”

“It means ‘Black-Cuckolded,’ he responded.

“Well, that makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“I guess.”

“All right, you’d better get outside. Behave!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “I mean—”

“No, that’s fine. It shows me you’re getting in the spirit of the Club. Now go!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Linda watched her husband walk slowly toward the exit to the patio, where there were already two other men sitting in the circle. Things had changed so dramatically in a single week, she thought as she pondered how she could test Bruce’s commitment in the coming days.

On the patio Bruce took his place in the circle facing two men he hadn’t met. One was 50-ish and very overweight. The second was a bookish looking guy in his 30s. The three cuckolds introduced themselves to each other. It was going to be a long evening, but Bruce decided he would at least learn as much as he could about the club from the other hubbies….how he had come to hate that word! He hated it because it was exactly what he felt like these days – not a husband, not a man. Just a hubby.

The older of the two men was an outgoing type and immediately engages Bruce in conversation.

“So who’s doing your wife tonight?” – he asked cheerfully.

“I don’t know his name,” responded Bruce. “Thirties, tall, tan jacket, navy blue slacks. Wandering hands.”

“Ha! Sounds like half the men here. But in this case you’re talking about Mike. He isn’t as sociable as the others. Doesn’t care to meet the hubby. He’s good. Very, very good. Your wife will definitely not be disappointed. He’s practically a one-man recruiter for the Circle.”

“Has your wife been with him?” – Bruce asked.

“Oh yeah. She loves him! He’s charming with the ladies, that’s for sure. And of course he can deliver, if you know what I mean. He just doesn’t care about hubby’s situation or attitude. Why should he, after all? They want what he’s got and he’s happy to give it to them. He’s very much in demand. I’ve been trying to get him to come to the house, but he’s hard to get over.. I’ve sent him gift, letters, promised him the moon. The wife is on my case about this. She wants an overnight with him.”

“Wow. You’ve offered him gifts?”

“Sure. And I’m not the only one. Mainly because she wants him. And when she doesn’t get what she wants, she takes it out on me. You know how it is.”

“Well,” said Bruce. “I’m learning. This is only our second time at the club.”

“Well, if Mike can’t sell the little lady, no one can.”

“Oh, I think she’s sold. I’m the one who isn’t sure yet.”

This seemed to surprise Bruce’s friend.

“What? You’re k**ding, right? I mean, this is the best thing that will happen to you. It’s life with a happy wife. She won’t go back, you know. But I guess you haven’t seen her with a Black Man from the club yet.”

“No,” said Bruce.

“Get ready to become a believer when it happens. All the hubbies are converted. Of course they’re very clever here. By the time your first three parties are over, your wife is hooked. Remember how you used to move heaven and earth to get a woman? You’ll be doing that again – but to get the right Man for the missus. You’ll be catering to them on the one hand, and to your wife on the other. I’ll be curious to hear what she thinks about Big Mike.. I’d do anything for that guy!”

At that moment another collared hubby came out to the circle with a message for Bruce. His turn to be on “sheets” had come up.

“What do I don?” he asked nervously.

“Just go up to the second floor and find the hubby that’s on duty now. He’ll fill you in.”

A few minutes later Bruce found himself ascending the stairs to the second floor, where it was quiet and very dimly lit. At the end of the hall, in the shadows, he saw a figure sitting on a small stool. As he got closer he could see the “Black-Cuckolded” pendant hanging around the man’s neck.

“You my replacement?” – he asked.

“I guess so. Can you fill me in?”

“Sure. No problem. Follow me.”

The man led Bruce to a door in the center of the hallway.

“This is the supply closet,” he said, opening it.

“Here are the sheets, towels, rags and so on. On the top shelf here are replacement candles, bars of soap and some pillow cases. Down here on the floor is a cooler with bottles of champagne, mineral water and some soft drinks. Glasses are here.”

“Thanks. This is my first time. So, when someone leaves a room I…”

“You wait until they’ve left the hallway and headed downstairs. Then you grab some sheets and pillowcases and towels. Get in there and remove the sheets and put on the clean ones. Same with the towels. Don’t dawdle. You don’t want a couple coming up here and not having a room ready. Change glasses if necessary. Candles.. Then put the laundry in the hamper down near your stool. There’s a container for dirty glasses and empty bottles around the corner. Got it?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Sit on the stool facing the hallway. Keep your eyes down when they come up to the floor or out of a room. You shouldn’t see their faces at all.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. You’ll do okay. Right now there is one empty bedroom. The other four are occupied. Two couples came in about half an hour ago. The other two were occupied when I came on duty.”

“Uh…I think my wife may be up here.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s she with.”

“His name is Mike.”

“Oh yeah, she’s here. Last room on the left. She’s having a good time. Already came at least twice. I could hear her crying out, “Oh, Mike. Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m cumming!”

“Jeez,” muttered Mike.

“It’s been quiet in there for about fifteen minutes.. Mike’s always good for a couple of rounds, so you’ll be hearing them before long. You’re a lucky guy. You know about how to talk to the Men and their Ladies, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Good. Don’t embarrass your wife and don’t piss of her Man. That’s the key. So long and good luck.”

Alone now, Bruce sat down on the small bench, which was only about six or eight inches high. He felt like an adult in c***dren’s furniture. No sooner had he gotten comfortable than he heard a door opening. Quickly he looked down, making sure he couldn’t see whoever it was who was coming out. Best to be ignored.

No such luck.

“Bruce, is that you?”

Bruce immediately recognized the voice of his wife’s best friend, Sarah. He was nervous around her anyway these day, but especially now.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said as two pairs of feet stopped within his peripheral vision.

“So, are you having fun? Doing okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded.

“Tell Linda hi in case I don’t see her. And you’d better take care of that room. I think we left it in bad shape.”

“Yes, ma’am, I will,” he promised.

“Good boy,” she said, walking away with her lover.

As soon as he was certain that the couple was out of sight, Bruce moved quickly to the cupboard and retrieved fresh bedclothes and towels. He entered the room, which had the unmistakable odor of sex in the air. He decided to leave the door open and turn on the ceiling fan to clear the place out.

The bed was in complete disarray. The top sheet was on the floor. The bottom one, a fitted sheet, was still in place, with numerous wet spots all over. After changing the sheets, replaced the towels.

At that moment, he heard it. His wife’s voice carrying through the walls of the neighboring bedroom.

“Uh..uh..God!….Darling, don’t stop. Ohmygod! I’m cumming. You’ve got to fuck me. Please!”

Bruce was shocked and embarrassed at the same time. He felt like an eavesdropper on his wife’s privacy. He left the room with dirty glasses and an empty champagne bottle.

In the bedroom next door, Linda was lying on her back while her Man lay next to her. On hand was moving between her legs. He was kissing her breast and suckling a hard nipple. With her own hand Linda was holding onto the largest cock she had ever seen and stroking it as her lover brought her to orgasm with his hand. Her body bucked and convulsed as she reached a mind-numbing orgasm.

After a moment of stillness punctured only by Linda’s heavy breathing, he spoke to her.

“How about you have a taste of that thing in your hand, baby?”

Linda didn’t have to be asked twice. She moved down between his splayed legs on her knees and leaned forward before the very thick, rock-hard 10-inch cock that had empaled her only minutes earlier. Now she was showing her appreciation with enthusiasm.

She first licked the black veined staff from bottom to top and repeated this several times.

“That’s it, you slut. Now my balls!”

Linda moved her hungry mouth down to the base of his pleasure tool and began licking one of his huge balls. He held onto the top of her head with a firm hand. She took the orb into her mouth and loved it with her tongue. She repeated this with the other one.

“You want this in you again?” – he asked.

“Oh yes! Please. Fuck me again.. I’ve got to have you. Please do it now. Deep and hard.”

“I’ll just lie here while you climb aboard,” he said.

Linda raised herself up on her haunches and straddled Mike’s mid-section. With on hand she grasped the black pole as she lowered herself until the mushroom head made contact with her sopping pussy. Then she pushed down gently until the head disappeared inside her.

“Oh shit! Oh damn! I’m cumming already.”

Without impaling herself further, Linda had an orgasm. As it ebbed, she began slowly lifting herself up and down, moving Mike’s rigid pole a little deeper each time. Soon her pussy lips were so stretched she couldn’t believe he was only half-way inside her. But that wasn’t enough. Despite the discomfort she was determined to take all of him inside her this time. With a sob she dropped down on her lover with all her weight.

“Ohmygod! Fuck me! Fuck me deep. I love you. I love you, darling. Harder. Uh! Uh…uh..uh…ohhh!”

It was at this point that Mike returned to the room next door. He heard his wife’s declaration of love and blushed with embarrassment. She had never been like this with him. Even without seeing the two lovers together, he knew that the man in question was in an entirely different class. He felt a mixture of shame and awe. Even envy of Linda, who could experience something that he could only imagine.

Not long after returning to his sheet-boy stool in the hallway, Bruce heard his wife’s voice and saw the door to the room she had been in open. Quickly he looked down at the floor, making sure that he couldn’t see even Linda’s feet, much less her face. The last thing he wanted to do was invade the couple’s privacy by looking at them.. He may have been new to this club, but he was already nervous about breaking any of its rules.

His greatest hope at this moment was that Linda and her partner would not notice him in the shadows. He even stopped breathing and tried to imagine himself as invisible. However, it was not to be.

“Bruce? Is that you?” – came Linda’s voice.

“Uh…yes, ma’am,” he muttered. He could hear the footsteps approaching him. He lowered his head even more and tested his peripheral vision to make sure there could be no claim that he was staring at the two lovers.

“This one belongs to you?” asked a deep male voice.

“Yes, he does, believe it or not. Don’t you, Bruce?”

“Yes, ma’am,” confirmed Bruce.

“Is everything going okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. Everything’s fine.”

“Good. Good,” she said, smiling.

Fortunately for Bruce, he could not see the smile on his wife’s face. Nor could he appreciate just how amazed she was that her hubby had so completely accepted his role. The realization of his rapid conversion, voluntary or not, sent a wave of warmth through her body. She leaned against her Black lover and rubbed her hand on his taught ass. For reasons she could not herself quite comprehend, this situation made her want to taunt him even more.

“You’re going to clean up after us, right?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am. I will,” he responded with enthusiasm he didn’t feel.

“Now do a good job, you hear?”

“Yes, ma’am, I promise.”

“You’d better. Where are my manners? Say hello to Mike.”

“Hello, Sir,” said Bruce.

“Is that all,” teased Linda.

“No, ma’am. I just wanted to say, Sir, that I’m pleased to take care of the room you used, Sir.”

“Good boy,” responded Mike. “I think you’re gonna work out just fine around here.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Without a word Linda and Mike walked away from the Linda’s humiliated husband. For his part, Bruce only felt a great sense of relief that he hadn’t embarrassed himself or Linda and had played his assigned role properly. He didn’t even want to think about what could happen if he hadn’t.

* * * *

Later that evening, in their bed, Bruce lay on his back holding Linda’s hand. What he really wanted to do was make love to her. He knew, however, that that probably wouldn’t happen. Not after the night she had had. Still, he felt somehow luck to be even this close to her. It was almost as if he were participating in some way, although he knew full well that he was very much on the outside looking in.

“Sweetie,” said Linda, “you were very good tonight. I was proud of you.”

“Thank you, ma’am….damn!…I mean sweetie,” said Bruce, now embarrassed more than ever.

“That’s okay,” said Linda. “I know the hubbies have to be polite at the club out of respect for the men, but it means even more when you show me that kind of courtesy in the privacy of our home.”

“Good,” he said, not having any idea of what an appropriate response might be.

“I think Mike would be very pleased to know you addressed me as ma’am in our bed. In a way, it’s a sign of your respect for him, isn’t it?”

“I guess so.”

“I have to admit that it was a turn-on for me to stand there with him and watch you trying your best not to look up at us. That must be hard.”

“It is.”

“Well, you were good. Sorry if I rubbed it in a little. It’s just that I’ve never experienced that kind of empowerment. It’s heady stuff. And seeing you, well, grovel before Mike got me all hot.”

“I…uh…”

“No need to say anything. I understand. You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. Besides, if you’d seen what he was doing to me in that room, you would have been in total awe. I think you would have actually felt that deep respect for him instead of just saying the words.”

“Well…”

“Well what?” – said Linda sharply, making Bruce nervous once again.

“I mean…I…uh…I’m sorry sweetie. You’re probably right.”

“Now don’t get tongue-tied around me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” This time Bruce didn’t even flinch at his words.

“I think you should be rewarded, don’t you?”

“You mean, I can…”

“I mean I’m going to let you use that great tongue on my pussy again. Gently, though. I could really use it. Come on!”

Bruce, desperately horny, resigned himself to this limited role as he crawled under the sheet and between his wife’s legs. In this closed atmosphere her sexual aroma was almost overwhelming. In the dark he sought her sex by using his lips to kiss his way up the inside of her thigh. When his mouth reached her pussy, it was sopping wet. He felt himself become even more aroused as his began lapping her juices with the flat of his tongue.

“That’s it, baby! Use that tongue. You know you want to.”

She was right about that. He desperately wanted to have sex with his wife, even if only in this way. As before, Bruce was keenly aware of the fact that hours earlier a stranger, a Black lover, had fucked the pussy that he was now licking, his wife’s pussy. Again, he was an outsider taking whatever scraps she tossed his way. He had to prove that he wasn’t jealous and petty and that he desired to please her no matter what.

“That’s it. Don’t stop. I got fucked so good tonight, sweetie. He’s so big. Nobody’s ever been that deep inside me before. It was heavenly. And you know what? – I was begging for more. Really! I was begging him to do me harder and deeper and to give me his cum.”

Bruce could almost see the scene in his imagination and found himself getting even more aroused. Bruce plunged his tongue deeper into Linda’s still-tender pussy. Even straining to lick as deeply as possible he knew that he was still half a foot short of the area that was never to be touched by him – only by them, the Men.

Linda began humping up against Bruce’s wet face with considerable force, holding him in place with a firm grip on his hair. At this point she was merely using his face to get off while thinking about the real thing that she had so recently experienced. As her orgasm approached, Linda felt herself taking nasty pleasure in using her husband this way. After all, he and the other hubbies had talked their wives into sharing their bodies under the guise of “swinging” for years. So if Bruce ended up with a little “beard burn,” he still had nothing to complain about. With that thought in mind she yanked his face tight against her pussy and humped up hard against it.

“Mnnnfff” – came the muffled reaction from Bruce, now in a little pain from the hair-pulling and the rough treatment of his face. Still, he remained in place and moved to lick his wife’s clit just as she reached an orgasm.

When she released him from the head-lock of her thighs and let go of his hair, Bruce found himself panting for breath and trying to blink away the fluids in his eyes.
“Honey,” she said, “that was real nice. Thanks. Now you know what I want?”

“What,” asked Bruce, looking up at her from his still prone position between her legs.

Linda reached over to the bedside table and retrieved her panties. Bruce, getting up on his knees, immediately understood what was coming. Once again, he was not to have sex with Linda..

Linda offered the panties to Bruce and this time he accepted them without complaint. And this time they were even wetter. He felt himself getting more aroused.

“You look like you’re excited about this. Are you?”

“Well, I was hoping…”

“I know what you were hoping, sweetie, but not tonight. I couldn’t take another fucking, even with a small pecker. Understand?”

“I guess,” said Bruce, resigned.

“I’d like a little more enthusiasm,” responded Linda with a no-nonsense voice. “Don’t you want to do this for me?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he replied more enthusiastically than he felt.

“God I love it when you address me that way. Now do it..”

“Yes, ma’am, thank you.”

Bruce held the panties to his face and began slowly stroking his painfully erect cock.”

“No. On the floor this time so I have a better view.”

Without a word Bruce crawled off the bed and knelt on the soft carpet. He held the panties against his face again.

“Inhale deeply,” prompted Linda.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Bruce as he inhaled through his nose, filling his lungs with pussy-scented air. By covering his entire face with the panties he was able to keep from seeing his wife observe him. He knew she would be smiling at the site and felt that by not seeing her he was somehow maintaining some degree of dignity.

“They’re so wet because Mike kept rubbing my pussy while I was wearing them and I was so turned on. While he was fingerfucking me, I was holding on to his huge cock and completely out of control. Turn them inside out and taste the inside of the crotch and you’ll see what I mean.”

Bruce complied and placed the sopping wet crotch of the panties against his face.

“Lick it while you jerk off. Do it!”

Bruce licked the panties while inhaling her aroma and stroking his cock slowly. Her aroma was intoxicating. But he couldn’t avoid imagining Mike’s large hand between Linda’s legs preparing her for his cock.

“Do you love it?” – she asked.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s wonderful,” responded Bruce, getting close to an orgasm and now sucking shamelessly on the panties to savor his wife’s essence.

Linda again took cruel delight in seeing her husband humiliate himself this way. She began to realize that she could probably talk him into doing almost anything she wanted. He was clearly beginning to accept his second-class status vis-à-vis the Men from the club. It had happened faster than she expected.

“Okay, Bruce, now I want you to finish. Jerk off into my panties!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Bruce found himself now willing to address his own wife in this way. In a sense, he thought, it wasn’t him, but Linda who was making this happen. He was just doing what she told him to do. And he was making her happy, which was the main thing.

“Look at me while you do it!” – she commanded.

Bruce forced himself to look Linda in the eye while he stroked his hard pecker, even though he found it especially embarrassing to see her smile while he performed in this way. Soon he began to cum and his eyes rolled upwards.

“Keep your eyes on me, damn it!”

“Yes….ma’am…” he said as his sperm gushed into the panties. It was hard to remain standing on his knees, but he forced himself. Finally it was done. At this point he remained in place, unsure of what she expected. He kept his eyes on her and looked questioningly to her for guidance.

“Good, honey. Now go wash them like before and hang them up to dry. My stocking, also. I’m going to sleep.

“Okay,” he said.

“What?!”

“Sorry…I mean, yes, ma’am.”

“Better. Now go.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Chapter 3

The next day Linda again met for drinks with her friend Sarah to fill her in on the previous evening.

“That’s great!” said Sarah. “He actually sucked on your panties while he jerked himself off?”

“Yup,” said Linda.. “And I didn’t even tell him to do that. He just somehow did it. And he’s calling me ‘ma’am’ more and more often without my prompting him.”

“Terrific. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to see him on his knees jerking his pecker with your panties in his face. Great. Soon he’ll be where my hubby is.”

“What do you mean?” – asked Linda.

“Well,” began Sarah, “promise this is for your ears only. For now at least.”

“Okay, I promise. What are you up to with Jim?”

“I have him belted!”

Linda looked with incomprehension at Sarah.

“Belted? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” answered Sarah, “that I have him wearing a chastity belt.”

“No! You’re k**ding!”

“Nope. I’m dead serious.”

“I don’t believe it,” said Linda, although she actually did believe it.

“Believe it. He’s had it on this time for two weeks. He’s going crazy.”

“I can believe it! That’s incredible. He’s wearing a chastity belt voluntarily?”

“Well, not at first. I complained that he was masturbating too much and it annoyed me. It meant he was less attentive to me than when he’s horny, if you know what I mean.”

“I definitely know what you mean,” said Linda. “Bruce has been going without since we started going to the Club’s parties. You can see how easy it is for me to talk him into things when we get home.”

“Exactly. Don’t you love it?”

“You know, I really do. It turns me on to manipulate him that way. I never thought it would be possible.”

“Well, the chastity belt is just the same thing. The first time one of the Men came to our house and fucked me in front of Jim, he was climbing the walls. He’d never seen anything like that, never seen ME like that.. I noticed that he was sitting in the corner rubbing his pecker through his pants while I was getting a real cock in bed.

“Anyway, later that night I complained about how he embarrassed me by playing with himself while a “real man” was fucking me. He apologized like mad and was really embarrassed. He didn’t know that I already had the chastity belt in the house.. I acted real mad and asked him if he would do me a favor – namely, wear a chastity belt just for twenty-four hours to see if he could do it.”

“And he agreed?”

“Yes, but reluctantly. The main thing that bothered him was where I came up with the idea, not to mention the belt itself..”

“Where DID you get it?” – asked Linda, warming up to the subject.

“Well,” said Sarah, “it’s a long story. The thing is, several of the hubbies have been belted for a while. Now don’t ask me which ones. It’s private. The only one who doesn’t make a secret of it is our host for the parties. He’s been locked up for a year already.”

“A year! You’re k**ding!!”

“Nope. Anyway, Jim finally agreed after lots of pussy-whipping on my part. The thing is made of polished steel and keeps his pecker completely enclosed. He can’t touch himself at all. It’s very uncomfortable.”

“This is really incredible. Jim, of all people.”

“Not so incredible. He’s gotten very, uh, subordinate to me ever since we joined the club. He’s almost afraid of me and definitely kowtows to the men who fuck me.”

Linda took this in as the wheels began turning in her head. She tried to imagine her Bruce in a chastity belt, totally at her mercy.

“But that was just twenty-four hours, right?”

“Yes,” replied Sarah, “the first time. It gets complicated, but the short version is that by then I had him sucking my pussy clean after one of the Black studs had fucked me silly and filled me with his delicious cum.”

“Oh, no! He doesn’t do that!”

“Yes, he does, indeed. The first time I made him do it I told him it would be a sign of respect for the Man who did me. And very important to me as well. After a few times doing “cleanup” for me and my lovers he began to get used to it. Because I would praise him and even jerk him off when he did that.”

“Wow.”

“Anyway, one night after Jack – you haven’t met him yet, but he has huge balls and spurts enormous loads – after Jack had fucked me and left, Bill saw him out and came back into the bedroom, practically licking his lips in anticipation of pleasing me.

“I said I thought I would just keep Jack’s cum in me while I went to sleep and that Jim didn’t have to suck it out. He was SO disappointed. I finally relented and said he could eat Jack’s cum from me only if I could put him in the chastity belt first. He agreed immediately.”

“I can’t believe,” said Linda, “that Jim has gotten so hot to eat a Black Man’s cum from you. It’s so degrading for him, I would think.”

“It definitely is. He’s embarrassed about it, but so wants to please me and to prove that he fully supports the Men that he couldn’t ever compete with that he has convinced himself that this is wonderful. That’s not all, but I’ll save the rest for another time.”

“So,” prompted Linda, “he agreed to be put in chastity again…”

“Right. That was two weeks ago. I haven’t let him out yet. He is climbing the walls! Right now he’s so docile that if I say jump, he asks how high. He’s my prisoner and a very horny one at that. He begs me every night to take it off. I keep the key hidden. And, of course, there is nowhere he can go to get it removed. I love it! He looks at me with those pleading eyes just hoping I’ll make him do something so he can please me and persuade me to take it off. I’m giving it another week. Then I’ll order him to do something new and really humiliating. If he complies, I’ll take it off. For the time being. I think he’s at the point that he would never disobey me no matter what.”

“I wonder if Bruce will ever do cleanup for me?” – laughed Linda.

“Absolutely. All the hubbies do it from what I hear.. It’s the ultimate surrender and acknowledgment of their role vis-à-vis Real Men. Once he sees you with one of those Black bulls and how you are with them in bed, he will begin to really cater to you. He’ll feel even more intimidated by the Men than he is now. Eventually he’ll commit to you and to them.”

“God that makes me hot. It shouldn’t, but it does. Which reminds me, the next party is our third and I still have to get Bruce to ask one of those guys to sponsor us for membership. That should be interesting..”

“That was such an erotic event for me I can’t tell you. Once he does that, you know, it means he’s surrendering to Black men as far as sex with you is concerned. He’s testifying, so to speak, that he accepts his status as a Black-cuckolded hubby. There’s no turning back.”

“I can’t wait for it to happen.”

“My advice?” continued Sarah, “Lead him to approach the man you want him to for maximum effect, whatever that may be. Make him practice his speech, but don’t make it easy. Make sure he remembers to address him with respect, praise him, beseech him, acknowledge him, beg him if he has to.”

“I’m going to start laying the groundwork tonight. I wish he were already belted so he would be more pliable, but I think I can handle it. All I have to do is think about one of those gorgeous, hung, sexy Black men and then look at Bruce and it’s enough to make me want to push his nose in it.”

“That-a-girl!”

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Two weeks later, on a Friday night before Bruce and Linda’s last scheduled party with the Circle group, Linda suggested drinks on the patio after dinner. For the occasion she decided to dress up in the outfit she planned to wear the next evening. When she walked out to join Bruce, who had already brought their drinks to the patio, his reaction was all that she expected.

She was wearing a black dress cut low to display her breasts to maximum effect. They seemed to be barely be contained by the fabric, ready to burst forth at the slightest provocation. Moreover, the dress was the tightest and shortest he had ever seen her wear. Her matching black stiletto heels were high and dangerous looking. There could be no question that this outfit was designed for easy seduction. That the woman wearing it intended to get laid. Even though this was obviously the point of the Circle, still the blatant slutiness of her outfit almost took Bruce’s breath away. He felt himself getting hard immediately.

“What do you think?” asked Linda, turning around slowly and then posing with her hands on her hips.

“Jesus, Linda,” croaked Bruce.

“You think the Men will like it?”

“You need to ask? You might as well wear a sign that says, ‘Please fuck me!'”

“Ha-ha. Very funny. But I guess I’ve created the impression I had in mind. After all, tomorrow’s our last party as non-members. I want to make sure that we’re invited to join.”

“Oh, right,” said Bruce. “I almost forgot. Well, you are definitely going to make someone very happy. I just wish it were me. Maybe a little preview this evening?”

“Now, sweetie,” said Linda sympathetically, “you know how I feel about doing anything so close to one of the parties.”

“Just thought I’d give it the old college try. Who knows – I might have been lucky!”

“Well, first you have to prove yourself – tomorrow night. Then we’ll see.”

Bruce was aching with desire as he Linda sat down and crossed her shapely legs. The already short dress was stretched tightly over the very top of her legs. Bruce began to regret getting involved with the Circle. In earlier days – a month and a half ago – she would have been his for his own personal enjoyment this evening. Now, however, she was like some unattainable sex goddess that he almost felt was beyond his reach. For the first time since he had met her in college, he had to compete with others for her affection.. But now he was barely in the running. He was only slightly consoled by the fact that this unbelievably hot and desirable woman was his own wife.

“So,” continued Linda, “may I assume that you are prepared to ask one of the men to sponsor us for membership tomorrow?”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” – asked Bruce, already knowing the answer.

“What do you think? You think I want to give this up after only a few weeks? You think you can take care of me better? Well, do you?!”

Her taunting and aggressive tone, so new but so intimidating, had Bruce back-pedaling immediately. He didn’t want her upset with him.

“No, no, honey, of course not. If it’s what you want?”

“But do YOU want it for me as well?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, u*********sly slipping into his most obsequious mode.

“Good. Maintain the thought. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m just not sure which one of the…uh…men I should ask.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell you who I want to sponsor us tomorrow evening. I need to get to know a third one, and then after that I’ll tell you who to approach. Okay?”

“Okay,” muttered Bruce.

“Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand.”

“All right. But whoever I decide on, I expect you to do your duty. And do it well. Sincerely. And, of course, respectfully.”

“Don’t worry,” assured Bruce, “I promise.”

“You’re up for it?” asked Linda..

“I think so. Will you be with me when I do it?”

“Do I need to be?”

“Well, I just don’t know how it’s usually done is all.”

“Well, usually the hubby is capable of expressing his desires and his wife’s all by himself. You just ask the man if he would support our membership and tell him why you want us to be members of the group.”

“Okay, aydınlı escort I can do that.”

“Can you? Okay, then tell me – why do you want us to become members of The Circle.”

“Well, I, uh, let me see. It’s because…”

“Damn! I thought you were ready?!”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, really. I’m ready. Let me try again.”

“Okay, let’s have it.”

“I want us to be members because we really like the people in The Circle and especially the Men — like yourself, I’ll say.”

“Go on.”

“The Men in The Circle are really special and able to give you, my wife, the kind of pleasure and happiness that only they can give you.”

“Better,” said Linda. “Anything else? I hope so.”

“Of course. I’ll say something like, ‘I have a tremendous amount of respect for you and the other Men. I want only the best for my wife, Sir.'”

“Good…”

Bruce was getting into the spirit of the situation he had found himself in. Looking at Linda he found it easy to believe that she had a right to expect more than he could offer. He knew that he had better do well or be totally out of her life.

“For me it’s an incredible honor to know that my wife, Linda, has the opportunity to have lovers like You and the other Men, Sir. I want that for her and I fully accept my own limitations. Plus, I am flattered to be able to do whatever is necessary to give you the chance to experience this incredible woman. I promise never to interfere and to do everything in my power to support you and the other Men, as well as my wife.”

“Well, well,” said Linda approvingly, “maybe you’ve got it after all.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“I think you have the right tone, at least in theory. I just hope you will be totally sincere and respectful when the time comes for you to beseach for real.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” said Bruce.

“Are you ready to be a willingly Black-cuckolded hubby of the Circle?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do you acknowledge the superiority of the Black Men?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Will you show me the respect I deserve as a woman who is fucked by superior Black Male?!!”

“Yes, ma’am! I do. I promise, ma’am!!”

“Good. Now get on your knees.”

Bruce didn’t even think twice about lowering himself to his knees before his wife. He was almost delirious with desire, not for sex with Linda, which he accepted as unlikely, but with desire to grovel before her, to go far beyond the point of no return. Something had snapped in Bruce. He had become, for the moment at least, completely overwhelmed by the need to crawl before her and to do anything she desired.

“Do you want to eat my pussy?” – she asked.

“I would love to only if you want me to, ma’am. Anything you want!”

“That’s the right answer. For now, however, I’d like you to kiss my new shoes. The heels only. Do it!”

Bruce immediately leaned forward and kissed the shiny black heel of each shoe.

“Now suck it!” she commanded.

Bruce tilted his head so he could take the long, pointed heel of her proferred shoe into his mouth. He sucked it gently.

“Do it better. I want to see some enthusiasm!”

Bruce began sucking the heel loudly and with relish, almost gagging when it touched his throat.

“Enough! Stop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling away.

“I only wish I had my camcorder with me just now. Oh well, another time. Now, who do you respect?”

“You, ma’am!”

“Who else?”

“The Men of the Circle!”

“And whom will you treat with respect?”

“You, ma’am, and your Men.”

“Good. Now I want you to continue practicing your little speech. Tomorrow is an important night.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

Saturday night Bruce was tending bar at the Circle party when he saw Linda heading toward the stairs arm-in-arm with the youngest Man in The Circle. This was the one he had heard about – only nineteen, just out of high school, energetic, handsome and apparently endowed in a way that demanded respect and awe.

The thought of a k** that young enjoying his wife when even he, her husband, hadn’t been able to for several weeks was excruciatingly humiliating to Bruce. He was keenly aware of people observing Linda and her about-to-be lover together. Some of them even glanced over at Bruce with a knowing smile.

Bruce saw Linda separating from her companion and heading toward the bar. As if her being with the young man weren’t embarrassing enough, now she was going to collar him in front of everyone.

“Bruce!” The voice of Marie, standing in front of him with an empty glass, interrupted his thoughts.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Bruce.

“I thought I was going to have to wait all night,” she added nastily.

“I’m very sorry ma’am. Would you like another champagne?” – asked Bruce in his most obsequious tone.

Linda was taking her time getting to the bar, so Bruce wanted to get Marie out of the way as quickly as possible.

“I’m just glad my friend wasn’t standing here with me. I don’t think he would have taken kindly to being ignored.”

“I have half a mind to tell him, frankly,” said Marie.

“I’m terribly sorry, ma’am. I apologize sincerely. Let me give you a clean glass.”

By this time another couple were standing behind Marie witnessing her rebuke of him. He quickly filled a flute of champagne and handed it to Marie with a cocktail napkin.

“Again, I apoligize, ma’am.”

“What are you apologizing for now?”

It was Linda, now standing by the side of the bar.

“He ignored me and kept me standing here forever,” responded Marie.

“Bruce, you’ve really got to get on the ball. I want you to apologize right this minute!”

Although he had already apologized several times, Bruce knew that to say so would only upset and embarrass Linda more than she was. And of all night – just when he needed to make a good impression. He turned to Marie.

“Ma’am, please accept my apology for making you wait. I promise it will never happen again. Never! Please forgive me.”

“Oh, all right. But Linda is right – you do need to be aware of where you are and who you are. And who I am.”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand. I promise to do better.”

Without a word Marie turned and walked away from the bar. He turned to Linda, who attached the “BC” collar around his neck.

“You know where to go when you finish here,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am.” Linda turned to return to her lover without a word. By now there were three people in line and not happy having to wait. It would be a long night.

After he was replaced at the bar Bruce was on “sheet boy” duty upstairs. Not something he relished on this particular evening. He had already changed the sheets in two rooms and had just sat down when a third door opened. Quickly he turned his eyes downward toward the floor to assure the privacy of the couple exiting. Then he became aware of footsteps approaching him. He lowered his head even more so that there could be no question of his not looking at the man and woman.

“Sheet boy?”

It was Linda. She had never addressed him that way and it was especially embarrassing in front of her lover.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Stand up.”

Bruce stood up quickly, being careful to keep his gaze strictly downward. He couldn’t imagine what this was about.

“This is Leroy with me.”

“Hello, Sir,” said Bruce.

“Hello, Bruce.”

Even though Bruce was fully aware of his status in the pecking order, it still was hard to accept this nineteen-year-old young man addressing him by his first name. Even if he had obviously just fucked his wife.

“You don’t mind if I call you sheet boy, do you?” – asked Linda nastily.

“No, ma’am, of course not.”

“Good. It’s time for you to take care of that little business we were talking about last night. Since Leroy has to leave now, this seems like the perfect time and place. While I can still feel him in me, if you know what I mean.”

Oh no! – thought Bruce. Not him.

“So, do you have something to say to Leroy?”

“Uh…yes, ma’am, I guess I do…uh”

“Well,” interrupted Linda, “I’ll just leave you two alone to take care of business. I’ll see you downstairs, lover,” said Linda.

Bruce could hear them embracing and kissing. Then she was gone.

“Well?” – prompted Leroy, his massive cock hard again after kissing Linda and feeling her hump against him.

“Sir, I’d like to talk to you about membership in the
Circle.”

“What about it?”

“Sir, I was wondering if you would consider sponsoring us for membership, sir.”

“Why should I?” He wasn’t making it easy. Of course, Bruce couldn’t see the smirk on Leroy’s face.

“Well, Sir, my wife, Linda, has never been so happy or well taken care of as she has been since she met the Men of the Circle. Sexually it’s like she’s finally a woman.”

“Uh-huh,” said Leroy with a tone that suggested he was waiting for more and not impressed yet.

“As for me, I want nothing more than my wife’s happiness. And that means the opportunity for her to spend time with you and the other Men…”

“You mean get fucked by us, right?”

“Yes, Sir, exactly. I know I’m not in your class and never will be. I respect you enormously, Sir, and I promise you I know my place around here. I’m flattered to even be talking with you.”

“Well,” said Leroy, sounding a little more persuaded, “you do seem to have the right attitude. And my cock feels real nice in your wife’s pussy and mouth. And Lord knows, she can’t get enough of it. Seems like she’s been deprived for a long time.”

“Yes, Sir, she really has. That’s why it’s so important to me make it up to her in any way I can. And helping her be available for you is about as good as it gets, Sir.”

“So you’re all right with having us at your house to enjoy Linda, taking her out sometimes without you, and so on.”

“Yes, Sir! I promise I’ll do whatever you and she want just to make this happen, Sir.”

“You’re not going to be bugging her for sex are you?” – now he sounded almost threatening.

“No, Sir, absolutely not. It’s all up to her. I promise not to bug her about it, Sir.”

“Okay,” said Leroy slowly, “get on your knees!”

Bruce wasn’t ready for this at all and didn’t know what to do. He should have, but his reactions weren’t yet automatic where commands from a Black Man were concerned.

“I don’t…on my knees?” – whimpered Bruce.

“What – you don’t understand English?”

“No, Sir, I understand, Sir. I…just…I mean here…”

“You just told me you respect me and acknowledge my superiority. Was that a lie?”

“No, no, Sir! I do, I do!” cried Bruce.

“Then SHOW me! I want you on your knees right now. It’s called paying hommage. Or shall I tell Linda you are insincere and disobedient.”

“No, no, please, Sir” said Bruce, dropping quickly to his knees. “I am sincere and obedient. See? I’m on my knees. Please let me pay hommage to you, Sir. Please?”

“Are you going to hesitate the next time I ask you to do something?”

“No, Sir, I promise.”

At that moment Bruce heard another couple come out of one of the rooms. Now he had two to clean and quickly. His embarrassment now took a back seat to the business at hand.

“Kiss my shoes,” said Leroy softly.

Bruce shuddered at the knowledge that someone was observing his humiliation. But this time he did not hesitate. He immediately lowered his face to one of Leroy’s shoes and kissed the toe.”

“Do it like you mean it!” barked Leroy, getting into it.

Bruce heard the other couple laughing in disbelief. He began kissing the shoe seriously, using his tongue in the process. He moved to the other shoe and repeated his oral worship. He made sure his kisses were audible. At this point he had no self-esteme or pride to hold on to. The most he could hope for was to please the young man standing above him. He was deeply grateful that Linda was not witnessing his self-debasement.

“Okay, enough!” – said Leroy.

“Thank you, Sir, for letting me pay hommage to you,” squeaked Bruce. He didn’t move from his position.

“One last thing – are you going to treat Linda with the respect that any woman of mine deserves?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Absolutely, Sir! I would never disrespect your woman!” He meant it, too, he realized.

“You’d better. You know she’ll tell me everything, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll be a helpful hubby to her, right?”

“Oh yes, Sir. I promise, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Okay, that’s enough. We’ll see. You’d better not disappoint me if you want Linda to get my cock inside her. Now go about your duties, sheet boy!”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

When Leroy walked away, Bruce let out a huge sigh of relief. It had been much harder than he had been led to believe, but he felt like he had passed the test. He also knew that he had better do nothing that would give Linda an excuse to complain to Leroy or any of the others about him.

“Congratulations!” – said Marie

Marie and Linda were having their usual after-work drink the following Tuesday after Linda and Bruce had been informed that they had been voted into The Ring.

“Thanks. I’m so relieved.”

“So Brucie did his part, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” replied Linda. “To perfection. Leroy told me all about it. He said he even had Bruce get on his knees and kiss his shoes.”

“No! You’re k**ding.”

“Nope. God, I would have given anything to see that. I asked Bruce about it last night and he confirmed it. He was so embarrassed. More because I knew than because he did it.”

“I can imagine.”

“He tried to make it seem like not such a big deal, but really – on his knees not a big deal? Give me a break.”

“You know,” said Marie, “our hubbies are much more intimidated by our new men that I would have thought a few months ago.”

“Absolutely. Bruce was so relieved that he passed Leroy’s little test that it almost made up for the humiliation. Now that it’s behind him he feels better. He’s getting into it.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. I told him Leroy was coming to our place to party Friday night. Now that we’re members, we can do that. I think Bruce is kind of excited. He wanted me to find out what Leroy likes to drink so he can have it there. He wants to take me out for some new lingerie.”

“Excellent!”

“I think half of it, of course, is he’s trying to please me in whatever way he can.. He’s very attentive. He’s coming home early on Friday to clean the place up, get everything ready.”

“Well,” said Marie, “he is certainly in for an eye-opening experience. If he isn’t a believer yet, he sure will be after Friday night!”

Friday evening Bruce was busy cleaning the house in preparation for the first visit by one of the Men of the club. He was about to experience whatever it was that made the other hubbies so enthusiastic and compliant. Linda was out shopping and had left Bruce a long list of household chores to complete. He couldn’t wait to see what kind of outfit she selected. He almost wished he could have helped her pick it out.

When she came home with two shopping bags, Bruce was excited to see what she had..

“Will you model it for me?” – he asked.

“I guess I’ll have to since I do have to be dressed before Leroy gets here.”

“Right,” said Bruce.

“Now, sweetie,” continued Linda, “even though we’ll be in our own home, don’t forget your manners.”

“Of course not,” replied Bruce.

“You will address him as Sir?”

“Of course.”

“And me?”

“Ma’am.”

“Correct. Just keep in mind that I am Leroy’s woman tonight and you should be okay. Now finish your chores while I get dressed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Bruce, getting into the spirit of the evening.

An hour later, just as Bruce was putting away the dust mop and broom, Linda came downstairs.

“Wow!” said Bruce, looking up at her on the landing.

Linda was wearing a very short black mini-skirt with high stiletto heels.

“Leroy likes heels,” said Marie.

Her top was a low-scooped sweater which displayed her breasts almost obscenely.

“You like?” – asked Linda.

“You’re so beautiful. Leroy will be pleased, that’s for sure. Come on down.”

“That sounded like a command to me.”

“I’m sorry. Please, ma’am, come on down to the living room so I can admire you up close.”

“That’s better,” replied Linda.

“So you think Leroy will approve?” – asked Linda, turning slowly in front of Bruce, who felt himself getting hard.

“Absolutely, ma’am. He is one very lucky man. I’m so jealous!”

“Good! So you’re happy for Leroy as well as for me?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m glad he will have the opportunity to spend time with someone as beautiful and desirable as you.”

Linda slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal the matching panties and garterbelt she had bought for the evening. Bruce stood hypnotized with his eyes riveted to this most sexy woman he could imagine.

“Want a closer look?” – teased Linda.

“Uh…yes, ma’am. I mean, if it’s not…”

“On your knees!”

Bruce didn’t even think twice before lowering himself to his knees in front of his wife, his gaze never leaving her panties.

“Lean closer, sweetie, and have a good look.”

Bruce leaned forward until his face was only inches away from her. The urge to touch his lips to her was almost unbearable, but he knew better. Besides, if he did and she told Leroy, well, he didn’t want to think about that.

“Do you want to lower my panties and kiss me?” – asked Linda.

“Really, ma’am?” asked Bruce incredulously.

“What do you think? I’ll leave it up to you.”

Bruce wasn’t used to getting to make this kind of decision. He knew he had better weigh it carefully.

“Well?”

“I…I want to but…that wouldn’t be right. Leroy should be the first person to see and touch you tonight, ma’am.”

“Very good, Bruce. But if you kiss the tips of my new shoes, I don’t think he would mind. Our little secret.”

“Should I, ma’am?”

“Since I’m telling you to, I would say yes. As long as you polish them when you finish.”

Bruce lowered his face down to floor level and planted a chaste kiss on the shiny black pointed toe of one shoe.

“Is that it?” – asked a disappointed Linda. “Is that the way you kissed Leroy’s shoes?”

“Uh..no, ma’am. He told me to…uh…”

“Quit muttering and show me how you kissed Leroy’s shoes!”

Bruce began kissing the shoe with full lips and using his tongue, passionately and with enthusiasm.

“Ha-ha! I wish I’d been there to see that.”

Bruce blushed but moved to the other shoe and gave it the same treatment.

“I’d better get a cloth and polish them,” he said, avoiding his wife’s gaze. In a moment he returned with a terry cloth and began buffing the shoes to a good-as-new shine.

“This is going to be quite an evening, sweetie. Please don’t do or say anything to embarrass me.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am. I promise. Really!”

“One more thing?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Do I see a bulge in your crotch? Are you hard?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

“Well,” lectured Linda,”I don’t think Leroy would be happy seeing you lusting after his woman. Do you?”

“No, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Make sure you’re not wearing boxers tonight. Put on your tightest jockeys. Maybe two pairs.”

“That’s a good idea, ma’am. I’ll do that.”

“That should take care of your problem for tonight. We’ll talk about other approaches later. Go!”

Bruce scurried away and upstairs to changes clothes.

“Don’t touch yourself!” – Linda yelled after him.

Damn! It was as if she read his mind. This was going to be a long evening.

Half an hour later Leroy arrived. Bruce answered the door.

“Welcome, sir. I’m so glad you could come,” said Bruce obsequiously.

“Damn right I can come!” laughed Leroy. Bruce looked down at the floor, no knowing whether he should join in the laughter or not. “Where’s my girl?”

“Let me tell her you’re here, sir.”

Bruce went quickly upstairs to their bedroom, where Linda was putting on final touches to her makeup.

“Leroy is here, ma’am,” he announced.

“Did you offer him a drink?” demanded Linda.

“I will. Right now. He wanted me to tell you he was here.”

Downstairs Bruce took Leroy’s drink order. He couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed kowtowing before this nineteen-year-old young man who seemed to expect him to jump to his every whim.

When Linda joined them, Leroy stood up, gave her a long once-over and took her in his arms for a long kiss. Bruce couldn’t help but stare. There his wife was in the arms of a young Black Man, pressing against him, eyes closed, and clearly accepting his tongue in her mouth. Suddenly Bruce felt like a voyeuristic third-wheel and looked away discreetly.

He realized that he was almost enjoying their kiss second-hand. He couldn’t help imagining himself in Leroy’s place, kissing a married women in front of her well-trained hubby. He hated himself for becoming aroused and thanked his stars that he was wearing two very tight pairs of jockey shorts.

When they broke their kiss and sat down, Bruce asked his wife what she would like to drink and went to the kitchen to prepare it. When he returned with the drink, they were sitting close. Leroy’s large hand was resting on Linda’s crossed and very exposed leg, caressing it gently. Bruce made an effort not to look at them as he placed her drink on the coffee table.

“Here you are, ma’am,” he said softly, then retreating to the kitchen to get his own drink. When he returned to the living room, the couple was kissing again. But now Linda’s hand was between Leroy’s legs and his hand had moved to her breast. She moaned into the kiss.

Bruce took a seat in a chair that Linda had had him place in the farthest corner across the room. He sipped his drink without peeking at the lovers.

“Bruce, you have a nice house here,” said Leroy.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I hope to be a frequent guest.”

“I hope so, sir. We would like that.” Bruce cringed at his own words. What must this man think of him? What must his own wife think of him?

“Good. Right now, though, this little woman has me all charged up. Know what I mean?”

“Yes, sir!”

“So you know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, Bruce?”

How does a man answer a question like that? – thought Bruce.

“And Linda says she wants you there in the bedroom while we enjoy each other. You up for that?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” responded Bruce.

“Sweetie,” interjected Linda, “why don’t you go upstairs and turn back the covers. You did put on the satin sheets, didn’t you? The way I asked?”

“Yes, ma’am. I will. I did. I’ll go do it now.”

“Do that. And light the candles.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Also, take that little wooden footstool you use to polish your shoes and put it in the corner across the room. You can sit there.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” replied Bruce, arising from his chair and moving toward the stairs.

“And Bruce?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Why don’t you sit down on that stool and wait for us. You can take your drink with you.”

“Thank you, ma’am. And, sir.”

Bruce went upstairs, grateful to be out from under the scrutiny and interrogation of the young Black man who had so easily won over his wife. How, he marveled, could a guy less than a year out of high school end up with such confidence and presence? Bruce himself, he reflected, was still paying for women at that age – and for several years after that.

After retrieving his shoeshine stool from the hallway closet, he entered his and Linda’s bedroom and set it in the farthest corner away from their bed. Then he lit the two candles he had set out on a table. It was when he began pulling back the bed covers to reveal the sleek satin sheets where Linda would soon be entertaining their guest that he blushed with shame at what he was doing. He knew in his heart that this was to be a night that could change his and Linda’s life.

He should, he thought, have put an end to it as soon as Leroy arrived. But Leroy hadn’t really given him a chance. And once he was face-to-face with the young stud Bruce couldn’t somehow assert himself. It had been too easy to acquiesce and say, “yes, sir.” In fact, such manners had become so second-nature to him since joining the Circle that it hadn’t even occurred to him to rebel. The “Men” of the club were intimidating for sure. And Linda, of course, would have been horrified if he had gone against her wishes.

He was already a cuckold, but now, tonight, he was going to watch himself being cuckolded right in front of his eyes and not be able to do anything about it. He comforted himself with the thought that he was not alone. After all, his friend Jim had come to accept his new role. Perhaps he would, too. For now, however, his concern was with not doing anything to upset Leroy or Linda. He turned off the ceiling light and sat down on the small, uncomfortable wooden stool in the corner. For half an hour he sat there listening to the two of them talking and laughing downstairs.

Then, he heard them coming upstairs. He looked down at the floor so as not to invade their privacy, just as he had learned to do when working “sheets” at the Club meetings.

“Bruce,” said Linda.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded without looking up.

“You don’t have to keep your eyes on the floor tonight. In fact, I don’t want you to. After all, this is what we have waited for.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, looking up while still trying to remain unobtrusive, if not invisible.

Linda had shed her outer garments and was standing in the center of the room sipping from her champagne glass in bra, panties, garterbelt, stockings and heels. Bruce couldn’t help the quick intake of breath at the sight of her. Standing there facing him with one hand on her hip and her feet planted a foot-and-a-half apart, she was the essence of pure sexuality. Bruce found himself experiencing an almost unbearable sense of desire. So close, yet no unattainable.

Then Leroy walked into the room wearing only his slacks and socks, having shed the shirt and shoes. He was muscular and with the broad shoulders and narrow waist only possible at such a young age. When Linda walked into his embrace and turned her face up to receive Leroy’s kiss, Bruce experience envy and excitement at the same time. The kiss was, again, passionate and deep, as Linda moaned softly and pushed her middle against her lover. Leroy’s hand reached behind her back and with a practiced motion unhooked her bra. Linda leaned back to allow the garment to be removed by Leroy, who tossed it toward Bruce. By the time he had leaned down to pick up the bra and looked back at the couple, Leroy’s lips had captured one of Linda’s rigid nipples.

Bruce felt his penis tingle and begin to harden, which embarrassed him even though only he was aware of this reaction. The cause, he figured, was that he was imagining himself in Leroy’s position – about to fuck a beautiful married woman in front of her husband.

This train of thought was broken when he saw his wife of so many years lower herself to her knees in front of Leroy. She leaned forward to plant a moist kiss on his washboard abs while simultaneously fumbling with his belt buckle. Soon the buckle was open, the zipper pulled down, and the pants on the floor. Leroy stepped away and Linda tossed the trousers at Bruce.

“Hang them up, honey,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” replied Bruce, upset that his voice was not only too high, but also cracked mid-sentence. He moved to the closet, hung the pants neatly, and then returned to his bench. Even in the dim candle light Bruce was stunned by the size of the tent in front of Leroy’s boxer shorts. It projected obscenely outward what seemed like eight inches. Bruce couldn’t help but stare. When Linda pulled the undergarment down to the floor, Bruce gasped, causing Linda to smile in his direction. Even in porn movies Bruce had never seen anything so thick and long and rigid as the Black cock now on display in front of Linda’s face.

Bruce held his breath as Linda took Leroy’s cock in her hand and stroked it gently. When she leaned forward and slowly licked the head with her tongue, he gasped out loud, causing both Leroy and Linda to look over at him and chuckle. The scene was so erotic that Bruce had become painfully erect and was squirming in his seat.

When his wife finally took the head of Leroy’s awesome cock in her mouth and began swirling it with her tongue, Bruce almost lost control. It was almost as if he were watching a scene with total strangers rather than his own wife.

“Come on, baby,” said Leroy, “I know you can do better than that.”

Indeed she could. Reaching behind her man and placing both hands on his taught ass cheeks, Linda pressed forward until almost half of his rigid staff was inside her mouth. Bruce noted that her lips were stretched to the limit and her eyes closed in concentration.. It was obvious that, for Linda, the cock in her mouth was her entire world at that moment. She began bobbing her head, stroking the young man’s thick cock in and out of her mouth, moaning rhythmically.

Bruce, squirming uncomfortably on the small stool to which he had been resigned, resisted the impulse to touch himself.

“Do my balls,” ordered Leroy.

Bruce watched his wife reluctantly remove her lips from the powerful black cock that she had been savoring. Now it was shiny with her saliva and looking even more menacing than before. She leaned down and moved her lips to the swollen ball visible to Bruce and began gently licking it. Then she took it with difficulty into her mouth and again moaned as she lips and tongue and cheeks bathed the cum-filled ball. She repeated the process with his other ball.

“Anything else you’d like to lick?” asked Leroy, looking over at a puzzled Bruce.

“Your ass?” – responded Linda in a barely audible voice.

“That’s right, babe,” said the virile black stud, turning around..

Linda placed her hands on both sides of Leroy’s ass, pulled the cheeks apart, and glanced over at Bruce. Bruce couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t imagine his wife being capable of performing such a “dirty” act. When she smiled at him and licked her lips lasciviously, he realized he hadn’t fully appreciated the depth of Linda’s conversion to Black.

He watched, mesmerized, as his wife leaned forward and buried he face between Leroy’s ass cheeks. He saw her jaw muscles moving and heard the wet sounds that confirmed what he could not actually see.

“That’s it, babe. Deeper. Use that tongue!”

It was more than Bruce could take and he felt his pecker squirting cum in his pants without having even been touched. The release was ecstatic and his eyes rolled back at the sensation. He felt like he had never cum so much in his life. When the sensation of his orgasm passed, he became aware of the uncomfortable wetness. Besides that, with the ebbing sexual excitement he had been experiencing he now felt something else – embarrassment and humiliation. Linda was now licking and probing Leroy’s asshole with greater fervor and Bruce just wanted to be someplace else. He knew, however, that he dare not make a move to leave.

“Okay, that’s enough,” said Leroy. “Get yourself over to the bed.”

Linda scrambled to her feet and moved quickly to the bed, lay down and spread her legs in wanton invitation to the recent high school graduate. Leroy moved to the bed and began kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples, and caressing her pussy with his fingers. Soon she was beside herself with desire, her hips involuntarily humping against Leroy’s hand

“Please, baby. Do me!”

“Do what?”

“Put it in me, sweetie. I can’t wait any more. I need you!”

Leroy got in position between Linda’s widely splayed legs and moved his cock to her very moist and opening pussy. She pushed up against him. Bruce, seeing the huge cock with the swollen bulbous head poised at the entry to his wife’s womanhood, found himself once again getting hard. He couldn’t believe that she would be able to take him inside her even though she obviously had the previous week.

Leroy pushed forward gently.

“Ohmygod! Oh, baby, it’s so good. So big-g-g!”

Leroy pressed on until half of his staff was buried inside her. Bruce was embarrassed and uncomfortable and his pecker hardened in his cum-soaked underwear. What had he become? – he asked himself.

Leroy now fully penetrated the desperately horny Linda and began full-stroking her slowly. Before long the bed was shaking and squeaking as they couple established an faster and faster rhythm. Bruce was shocked to find that his own middle had begun to move in harmony with them, his pecker head squishing against his jockey shorts. He desperately needed to touch himself, but found the will not to.

Linda was now crying out loud with every powerful stroke. Their sweaty bodies slapped wetly against each other. Soon they were both on the verge of coming. Linda pulled Leroy tighter against her and moaned loudly as the bed springs moaned with each movement. Bruce thought the bed would surely collapse.

“Fuck me! I’m cum-m-m-ing!” – cried Linda.

Bruce had never seen or even imagined his wife so totally abandoned to pure a****l lust. She was clearly almost out of her mind with desire and pleasure and need. The sounds she made as the orgasm overtook her almost frightened Bruce. This was sex like he had never even imagined. At that moment he realized with perfect clarity that things would never be the same again. This realization was accompanied by a feeling of being unworthy of playing role of primary partner for his own wife. Leroy and the other Men of the club, he now admitted to himself, were so superior to him that he was right to have groveled before Leroy.

Leroy stiffened and froze in position with his entire cock buried inside Linda as he unloaded his cum-filled balls into her. She pulled him closer and experienced a kind of ecstasy as she received his seed. They remained entangled and silent for several minutes.

Bruce observed them and felt small and insignificant. He felt like he was in the presence of sexual greatness. He was on the outside peering in. His pecker continued to strain against his sopping wet pants and he felt somehow honored to be in the same room. He looked down at himself and saw the spreading wet stain on the crotch of his slacks. Leroy, he now believed, deserved his respect. He was a believer.

After a few moments Leroy separated from Linda and made his way toward the shower. Linda looked over at Bruce with half-open eyes.

“Come over here, Bruce,” she said.

Bruce hesitated because of his obviously aroused state and embarrassment about his wet pants. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. He got up and moved toward the bed.

“Closer,” she said.

When he was next to the bed, Linda extended her arm and touched the crotch of Bruce’s pants.

“Well,” she said, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you enjoyed the show.”

Bruce felt himself blushing with shame.

“Were you playing with yourself?”

“No,” said Bruce.

“You came just watching me and Leroy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered softly, avoiding Linda’s gaze and looking at the floor.

“I’ll take that as a sign of your approval. So you were impressed?”

“I….I mean…I’ve never seen anything like it,” admitted Bruce.

“Like what?” – pursued Linda. “Like Leroy’s cock?”

“Well, that, too. I mean the whole thing was so…I mean I never saw you like that, so totally out of control..”

“Well,” said Linda, smiling, “there’s a good reason for that, wouldn’t you say?”

Bruce was uncomfortable discussing his feeling after what he had just observed. He hadn’t even sorted them out for himself. At that moment Leroy came out of the shower with a towel around his waist.

“Sweetie,” directed Linda, “fetch Leroy’s clothes for him. You’re the official valet tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” responded Bruce, switching back into the required courtesy due Linda in the presence of her man. Bruce kept his eyes on the floor as he walked past Leroy to his stool where he had set the man’s shorts. Without looking him in the face, both out of shame and out of deference, Bruce handed the garment to Leroy.

He then walked to the closet where he had hung the pants of Linda’s date. He removed them from the hanger and carried them d****d over his arm to their owner, who took them without comment.

“My shoes and socks are in your living room,” prompted Leroy. Bruce was grateful for the chance to escape the gaze of his wife as he performed his humiliating role of cuckolded hubby. He nonetheless move quickly to retrieve the powerful teenager’s footwear. After Leroy was dressed he walked over to Linda and gave her a deep kiss.

“Honey,” she said, “please see Leroy to the door.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a little more enthusiasm than necessary.

Downstairs, at the front door, Leroy stood still making no attempt to leave until Bruce finally realized that he was waiting for the door to be opened for him.

“Thank you for coming over, Sir,” said Bruce, opening the door.

“Any time, my man. That girl has a sweet pussy and a great tongue. But I guess you know that, don’t you.”

“Yes, sir,” said Bruce, his head hanging. He hoped he was assuming a properly attitude for Linda’s sake.

Then Leroy was gone. Bruce locked the door and returned to the bedroom where Linda was still lying in bed.

“Over here, sweetie,” she said, patting the bed next to her. Bruce walked over and sat down next to her.

“You know,” she said, “you don’t necessarily have to address me as ‘ma’am’ when I’m not with one of the Men. Not that I don’t appreciate it, of course.”

“I understand,” replied Bruce.. “I wasn’t sure. It seems like with you still coming down from the experience of being with him… I mean, I didn’t want you to think I show you courtesies only when you are with a… date. It’s getting sort of automatic.”

“Well, that’s fine with me. It also shows your respect for Leroy, doesn’t it?

“I do respect him. Very much. Especially now… ”

“So, no surprises for you tonight other than seeing what a virile stud like Leroy does to your poor horney wife?”

“No,” said Bruce, “I guess not. Well…maybe…when you, you know, used your tongue…..uh….”

“You mean when I tongued his asshole?”

“Yes, ma’am. I was kinda shocked. I mean…”

Linda laughed at Bruce’s discomfort.

“You’d have to be a woman sucking on a gigantic hard cock to understand,” she explained. “I mean, I knew he would be inside me, fucking me in a few minutes. I was so turned on. And when I sucked those balls into my mouth and licked them, know they were full of his cum, god, I was just so hot.”

Suddenly she reached over and put her hand on Bruce’s crotch again and laughed.

“Obviously it was very sexy to you as well,” she said.

“I…I…”

“It’s hard to explain, but I just HAD to give myself to him completely, no matter what. I had to submit to him completely. I had to prove to him that I loved him. I couldn’t get my tongue up his asshole deep enough. I could have stayed there forever. Understand?”

“I think, so, ma’am. I feel that way about you, after all?”

“Do you really?”

“Of course, ma’am. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“You poor thing,” she said gently. “You haven’t had any sex lately, have you? Other than jerking off into my panties.”

Bruce blushed inwardly at her blunt language.

“No, ma’am. But I understand. I mean, why should you when…you know…”

“Well, I think you need a treat. Not fucking, of course. I’m much too tender for that.. Besides, wouldn’t that be a little disrespectful to Leroy?”

“Yes, of course, absolutely. You are his tonight. I would never try to…you know.”

“I do know. But still…and since you said you would do anything for me…maybe we can work something out.”

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat and his pecker hardened even more against his wet underwear.

“Wouldn’t you like to have a little sexy fun, please me, and demonstrate your respect for Leroy at the same time?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Bruce unsurely.

‘Okay then,” she said, opening her legs, “get over here.” She pointed to the bed between her legs.

Bruce move on his knees between his wife’s open thighs and leaned down to kiss a breast. She stopped him with a firm hand against his forehead.

“Not like that, silly! Your face. Down here. Close.”

“Now?” asked Bruce, seeing where she was heading.

“No, next week. Of course now! Do it, dammit!”

Bruce backed up on his knees and began to lower his face toward his wife’s gaping, sopping pussy. Then he hesitated.

“Unless, of course,” she prompted him, “you don’t mind facing the…uh…repercussions.”

“Repercussions?” Bruce was puzzled by the word, but he knew a semi-disguised threat when he heard it. He glanced up at Linda’s face. Her eyebrows were lifted in expectation of a response.

“Of course,” she said. “You can’t expect to insult one of the Men of the club without any consequences, now can you?”

“What do you mean – ‘consequences?'”

“Bruce, if there were ever a time for you to show me all courtesies, it is now.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am.” Bruce mentally kicked himself for talking to her with such familiarity when she was still under the influence of Leroy’s powerful sexing.

“Are you really, Bruce?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry. I…I…didn’t realize I was insulting him. You said ‘consequences.’ If I was—”

“Oh, stop babbling! All I’m saying is that you should think before you act – or fail to act. By consequences, I mean punishment. Is that clear enough for you?”

Bruce lowered his eyes and felt himself slightly shaking with confusion and apprehension.

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Wife Pay’s the Rent
One of the bad things about renting a house is that the landlord can come over whenever he wants to inspect the property. Today was one of those inspections. Cindy had spent most of the morning tidying up the house so that her landlord would see that the place was being taken care of. Another good reason for the extra cleanliness was that Cindy and her husband were 4 months behind in rent. The good news was that Cindy’s husband had finally started a new job this week and it looked like they would be able to start to get back on track.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. She opened the door to reveal two men, Mark the landlord and Joe a handyman that worked for Mark. Cindy let them both in and they started looking around. They looked in every room and every closet to make sure the house was still in good shape. Cindy sat on the living room couch and watched TV during the inspection. After the two men got done looking around inside the house, Joe went to the backyard to look around outside and Mark came back to the living room to talk to Cindy.

“I need the rent today,” Mark said impatiently.

“I don’t have it yet.” Cindy replied, “My husband just started his new job this week, as soon as he gets his first paycheck, I’ll bring you a check for at least one month’s rent.”

“That’s not good enough.” Mark said. “I’ve given you more than enough time to get caught up on the rent. If you can’t pay me at least $2000 today, I’m going to have to give you notice so I can rent this place out to someone who will actually pay me.”

“There is no way I’m going to have that much for another week or two,” Cindy said frustration in her voice. “Can I just have two more weeks?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Mark said and pulled pendik escort a piece of paper out of a folder that he had been holding.

“Please is there anything? I’ll do anything if you will just give me two more weeks!” Cindy exclaimed before Mark could hand her the paper.

“Well what did you have in mind?” Mark asked as he reached down and grabbed his belt buckle.

Mark’s hand on his belt buckle was enough to give Cindy the hint of what he had in mind for her if she wanted to stay in the house. There was a shortage of rental homes in the area and Cindy knew that if she got kicked out, it would be almost impossible to find another place to rent, especially after being evicted.

“Unzip your pants and I’ll show you what I have in mind,” Cindy said as she moved over on the couch and made room for Mark. Cindy thought about what she would have to go through if she got evicted and figured that it would be a whole lot easier to give her landlord a quick blow job.

Mark took off his belt and unzipped his pants. He sat down on the couch next to Cindy, laid back and got comfortable to maximize the enjoyment of what he was about to get.

Cindy grabbed Mark’s cock and began to stroke it. Mark was cock was already hard but it got a little bigger and allot harder as Cindy stroked it. Cindy went down on Mark and started licking the head of his cock and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Cindy opened her mouth wide and just before she got Mark’s cock between her lips the backdoor opened.

“Hey Joe,” Mark called out. “Come get some of this.”

Cindy looked up at Mark in disapproval, this was going farther then she wanted it to.

“You said you would do anything,” Mark pointed out.

Joe stood in front of the couch orhanlı escort and unzipped his pants. His cock was dangling only a foot away from Cindy getting harder by the second as Joe thought about what he was about to get.

Cindy grabbed Joes cock and stated stroking it. At the same time she opened her mouth back up and wrapped her lips around Marks cock. She slowly took Marks cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until she had his entire member down her throat. She started fucking Mark’s cock with her mouth. Mark moaned in pleasure as he felt her lips and tongue running up and down the shaft of his cock and the head of his cock pressing against her tonsils. The whole time she was sucking Mark’s cock she was stroking Joe’s.

Mark’s moans started getting louder and Cindy could feel his cock start throbbing, she know he was about to cum at any second. But just then Mark grabbed Cindy by the hair and pulled her off his cock.

“Suck Joe’s cock,” Mark said. “I’ve got something else in mind.”

Mark got off the couch and Joe sat in his place. Cindy then started to give Joe the same oral pleasure that she was giving Mark. Cindy was not surprised to feel Mark unzip her jeans and pull them off her. Cindy thought to herself that this was going way farther then she wanted, but why stop now after she has already gone this far. Cindy got up on the couch on her hands and knees and continued sucking Joe’s cock while offering Mark her pussy in the doggy style position. Cindy had just shaved her pussy in the shower that morning so that her husband would have something nice to enjoy when he got home. At the time, she had no idea that someone else would be getting to it first.

Mark didn’t take any time getting aydınlı escort behind Cindy on the couch and burying his cock deep into her hairless pussy. Mark started pounding Cindy’s tight pussy as hard as he could. Cindy pushed back with each stroke to make the impact of each thrust even harder. All of a sudden Cindy started to realize how good it felt to have dick in her mouth and pussy at the same time. She felt her muscles start to tighten up as she got close to an orgasm. Cindy screamed out in pleasure as she suddenly reached an orgasm that came faster than any other orgasm she had ever had before.

Cindy heard Mark start to moan as he got closer to his orgasm and Joe’s cock was starting to pulse in Cindy’s mouth. She wondered whose cock would go off first, or maybe both at the same time. She didn’t have to wonder for long because all of a sudden she felt and tasted Joes cum start gushing out into her mouth, she took all of Joe’s cock into her mouth as he finished his orgasm with his cock lodged in her throat. Just as Joe was finishing up, Marks cock went off deep in Cindy’s pussy. Cindy felt Marks cock pulse deep inside her three more times, filling her with another splash of semen with each pulse.

Mark left his cock inside her for a minute or so to enjoy the moment as Joe pulled his cock out of Cindy’s mouth. Cindy swallowed the little bit of Joe’s cum that she got in her mouth before she got Joes cock deep in her throat for direct injection. Joe and Mark got dressed and all of a sudden they all heard the garage door open. Joe and Mark took off out the back door before Cindy’s husband came inside.

Cindy just remembered that dirty text message that she sent him at work. He was expecting to get laid as soon as he got home, and there she was naked on the couch for him but with a pussy full of another man’s cum. What was she going to do?

Good News we got another two weeks before the rent is due.
Now come fuck my pussy it’s all ready for you.

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SAMANTHA’S NEW LIFE 2
SAMANTHA’S NEW LIFE: CHAPTER TWO: NICK FOLEY

Those same couple months earlier, he sat at his desk with his eyes generally focused in the direction of the two computer monitors directly in front of him. But, his eyes were directed about four inches above the edge of the two monitors at a location just above the abutting sides of the monitors. At that exact location was a 5 x 7 framed photograph of his mother. It was placed on the window sill specifically to be in-line with his sight any time he might look up from the monitors.

His eyes shifted from the photo to the sunny day outside his office. So much luck had brought him to this exact point in his life and the view out the window was a constant reminder. When he fell into this opportunity and needed an office for his new business, he considered himself lucky to find this office suite. As it turned out, the building owner was having trouble filling the suite. It was larger than most small sales offices required and the location was ‘inconvenient’ for anyone relying on visitors of any kind.

He thought the location was perfect, though. Not that he let the owner get even a whiff of his feelings. He was in sales, or rather, an agent for various manufacturers who needed local representation to customers. In this case, electric utilities, maintenance/service companies to the utilities, and construction companies who assembled and constructed the very products he represented. In his way of thinking, he would almost always be going to see the customer at their offices or job sites. On the rare occasion that a visit to his office was required, this location had proven to be enticing. And, he shared that feeling.

His suite of offices was on the northwest corner, second floor, of a two story office complex of three buildings. He looked directly over Campbell Avenue onto Jimenez Field, Sancret Baseball Field, and finally at Arizona Stadium where the Wildcats play football in the Pacific 12 Conference. A meeting in his office invariably began or ended in a local eatery favored by University students and who wouldn’t find that enticing?

But, it was the sunny day outside that seemed almost too good to be true for early Spring in Tucson, Arizona. It was one of those rare days when it wasn’t too cool or too warm, the sun shined bright and it was comfortable to be in it. One of those days that said the time to leave sweatshirts and light jackets at home was coming. The time when the sidewalks around campus would be again filled with tank tops and shorts. He loved that time of teasing that the weather brought to the city and surrounding area. But, on this day, those thoughts were miles away.

He had a half-a-dozen things that needed his immediate attention. He prized himself on the ability to move from one need to another, back again, then interrupted by the phone, and back to the other tasks. All seemingly without missing a beat. He had the skills, some said the innate skills, required for this kind of job. Especially at his age. At the tender of age of 30 years old, he was already the owner of his own agency. It hadn’t been easy and he hadn’t been given anything but the initial chance in the form of employment. What it did take, as he privately admitted to himself, was some luck and timing. That wasn’t to minimize what he had accomplished. He wasn’t one of those who were self-effacing, having difficulty accepting their success, and wondering when others would figure out he was a fraud and out of his league. He took pride in what he could and did accomplish; he just didn’t pretend to be more than he really was. His aptitude results all came back with little surprises, except for what it pointed to. He was high in problem solving, interaction with others, an ability to train and lead others, the ability to listen and actually hear what others said, but also good at speaking and making himself understood. He like helping others (sometimes people said, to a fault), the ability to take charge of situations, and to follow through on commitments.

The interesting part, that he wasn’t prepared for, was that it could lead to engineering, but that he might be bored stuck behind a computer all day. It could be sales, but he might tire of ALWAYS being in front of the others and having little influence of solving problems. He identified an early target position of ‘Sales Engineer’. It was something to keep in his mind.

His early life was difficult to say the least. But, he managed to graduate high school in Skutt City, Kansas. Good old ‘Beaver Pride’. He played some football, basketball, and baseball, the rare three sport letterman. Not nearly well enough in any of them for college, but ataşehir escort well enough to leave a mark in a small town. As he liked to tell it, he was a little too small for football, too short for basketball, and couldn’t hit a sinking curve ball. But, in a small town in a public school conference of small towns, he did just fine. The place was about 3,800 people, located in the far western center of the state and he couldn’t wait to leave, not that it pleased his mother. She hadn’t had much in her life that she took pride in or treasured as much as him. But, when you are 18 years old and your every fiber wants to leave the cold, lonely, and windy plains of western Kansas, that’s all that seems to matter.

He picked the University of Arizona in Tucson, Arizona. He was looking for a dramatic change and he certainly found it. He loved the city so much that he never left; he never even thought about leaving. With his office just across the street, it sometimes felt like he was still a part of the campus scene. But, at 30 years old, that might seem more than a little weird. He studied Mechanical Engineering and got his Bachelor of Science Degree in four years, almost unheard of anymore. It wasn’t that he was anxious to leave the campus, far from it, but he was anxious to move on to the next part of his life. He grew up with a poor expectation of his future, so finding himself in position to get a good job and truly create a new beginning was exciting. The only part of it that wasn’t perfect involved his mother. They had been close, even after she married, and the separation seemed more final all the time. She acted happy for him whenever they got together, always in Kansas, but it often seemed that she had leaned on him as much as he had on her during those years at home. He knew she was sad even if she wouldn’t say it, but all his attempts to get her to visit and see the city for herself never got her to come.

After graduation and a short visit to Kansas, he worked for three years as an engineer for a product manufacturer in Phoenix. It meant leaving Tucson, but he knew he would return at some point in the future. He had shown immediate value to customers with his ability to show customers advantages in product design and resolving conflicts and problems on construction sites. He was recruited after those three years by a representative agency in Phoenix. Their product lines were nearly identical to the ones he had even now, largely because many of the same companies moved over to his firm.

The agency he went to work for had offices in Phoenix and Albuquerque, New Mexico. It was jointly owned by two partners, one had the office in Albuquerque and the other Phoenix, which Nick found himself based out of.

Nick had spent time in a hotel bar while on a business trip once with a long-time rep. Nick was always looking for insights and this guy was willing to expound, especially if Nick was buying. He told Nick a couple things that really stuck with him. The first was that luck was very often involved in business and success; it wasn’t that luck gave you success, but gave you situations that could lead to success depending on your reaction to the situation. The second was that the agency business was extremely tenuous and difficult. Your job was to represent the company while keeping the customer happy. But, a happy customer at the expense of the company might only get you fired. An agency was only as valuable as the relationships he had with the customer, so keeping the company happy at the expense of the customer might destroy your value to both. He never forgot the tightrope performance required. He also never forgot the issue of luck.

After three years with the agency, the matter of luck came into play. Two things came into play nearly simultaneously, but acting on it would be complicated and a huge gamble. He reasoned that he was young and unattached, what better time to gamble big. The play took about 6 months to completely play out, but when it finally did, he won big. More important to him was that he won fair and without anyone being hurt in the process.

It started as he was leaving the clubhouse of the Arizona National Golf Club, which was really much more than that. It was a private golf course inside a residential community, which normally limited entrance to course members and residents. On this Friday afternoon, however, he had managed to snag a spot of a 4-some as part of a customer’s annual charity fundraising event. He had played with one of their engineers and two other vendors. They didn’t win, but played well enough to place in the prizes, making the engineer happy.

He had just excused himself, expressing his göztepe escort appreciation to as many of the customer employees as he could identify in the event room, then making his way down the hallway to the main doors took him past the bar area. He was already thinking about the traffic to re-enter the Tucson area from the north where the club was located at the foothills of the majestic Santa Catalina Mountains. As he passed the bar entry, he thought he heard his name being shouted. Surprised that anyone there would know him, he backed up to look for the caller. He found a local utility Vice President huddled with an elderly man. The Vice President was waving him over. Nick reluctantly accepted a drink and they resettled at a table in a far corner. Nick learned that the elderly man was a long time supplier of steel parts to the utility, but over the recent couple years he had been preoccupied by his wife’s struggle with cancer. She survived and he had re-evaluated his life, but his company suffered in the interim; apparently, his managers weren’t as capable as he thought they were. He was wanting to sell the company and property to spend their remaining years traveling. But he needed to sell his company and it needed some infusion of good business to make that happen.

Nick had felt sorry for the man, but expressed his confusion about how he might be of assistance. He remembered the warnings about his inclination to helping people, but he did feel sorry for the man, especially after the years of supporting his wife through cancer. All he could think was that a love and devotion like that shouldn’t have to settle for “if only”. The utility Vice President already seemed inclined to assist with orders, if the man could provide a product at a good price. Nick told them he would spend the weekend working up some ideas. Gamble one.

At the same time, he was hearing gossip around the office about his own firm. He was apparently spending so much time on the road that he was surprised when he heard talk of trouble with the partner. There seemed to be some kind of fraud investigation that Nick was completely in the dark about. There was talk of criminal charges and that the NM partner was separating into a different company to protect himself. Additionally, some of his manufacturing companies had also gotten wind of trouble, not to mention some complaints from customers. Gamble two.

He could get fired because he was violating his contract by assisting another company. He could be violating the trust of one of his manufacturers who was also trying to enter that market, but had been unsuccessful because of their high overhead costs. And, he couldn’t accept commission from the man’s company because that would be in complete violation of his contract with the agency.

Despite all that, he let his overriding desire to help the man lead his action, all the while assuming that it would work out for him in the end. He was a firm believer in the philosophy that good things happen to good people … as long as they covered all their bases. Or, at least as many of them that can be covered.

When the dust settled, finally, Nick found himself with the opportunity to open his own agency, which he did and moved it to Tucson. He always knew he would be back there some day. On top of that, he moved into his first ever home at the same time. The elderly man and his wife wanted to live the next years travelling the country and world. They had no need for their home and made Nick an offer he would be a fool to reject. The taxes might be steep, but the purchase was a steal. Ironically, the house was located in the residential community surrounding the Arizona National Golf Club, the same club where he first met the man.

That was two years ago. It took him six months to feel that his agency business was for real before he sought out the office space he dreamed he would grow into. His manufacturing clients universally agreed to gamble with him, largely from the recommendation of that utility Vice President. Now it was two years later and he was ready, probably past ready, to hire two more people for the office.

The office was run by a very efficient flirt of a woman, Janice Beck. Janice took care of everything that wasn’t outside sales or field work. Dan Mansfield took care of the field work. Nick learned early on that customers were constantly in need of someone in the field or at the site to hold their hands and few agencies or manufacturers were inclined to do that. He received more repeat business and quotation consideration simply because of the number of times he and Dan eased customers out of problems.

Nick was rigid about hiring the most qualified ümraniye escort person for the job, forget about gender, orientation, age, size, or quirkiness. It could all be managed if you had people who were as devoted to the idea of success and fun as he was. When Nick met Janice, that philosophy fit her perfectly. Janice was 46 at the time and, in her words, “curvy”. She was a bit overweight, average height, shoulder length brown hair, and a personality that shined out of her. She was widowed seven years by the time Nick met her. Her husband died of cancer after several years of very difficult treatments. When he died, she was left with nothing after the medical expenses and no income for years. She had three grown k**s (2 daughters and a son) who provided some support but all lived with their families in distant states. She was on her own and was looking for a new life she could sink her teeth into. She found it with Nick who gave her the inner workings of the office. Initially, Nick closed his eyes and prayed while he focused on the customers and sales. Now, he understood the reason the office ran as well as it did was because of her. The surprising, and completely disarming, thing about her is her playful flirting, which she restricts to Nick.

If Janice is a little overweight, Dan is well beyond that. He is 53 years old and, despite his weight, has the energy of two normal men. He retired from a utility in Idaho and moved to Arizona for the warmer weather and golf. He was familiar with the products sold by the agency and was a natural fit for working in the field with the customers.

Nick’s preoccupied was broken by a disturbance in the force, as Dan would describe it. Of course, he would mostly blame that disturbance on Janice. Even as he turned in his chair to face his doorway, a slight smile creased his mouth at the thought of them. Indeed, the disturbance was real and it was both of them.

“How long have you two been standing there not making me money?” When he played the boss role, it was mostly playful.

Janice, of course, had the sharp response, “Not nearly as long as you haven’t making money for us.”

They came in and took chairs on the opposite side of his desk. Then Janice got up from her chair, placed her hands on the desktop, and leaned over the desk. This was Janice. She was still an attractive woman and usually, like today, left several buttons of her blouse unbuttoned, all part of her flirty persona. It didn’t matter who you were, you were going to look and that was the idea. She knew that her well-endowed boobs would take attention from any problem, even if just for the moment.

Nick must have reacted because Dan threw in a wise-crack. “I know … it’s like looking over the edge into the Grand Canyon …” Nick couldn’t help smiling … not a bad analogy … she was definitely “curvy” in the right places. Then it was as if he remembered that this was Janice and quickly looked up into her face, her eyes smiling back him. But the image hadn’t left his mind and the image was more intriguing than normal. There was no sign of a bra in the view he had, but as an engineer, he knew those boobs needed some good structural support.

Satisfied that she had pulled him back from his funk, she sat back down. “What’s the problem, boss?” Now that she had his attention, she might get an answer. “The resumes?”

“Yeah, one is a problem. I need to figure out how to respond. It’s a little delicate.”

They both just stared at him. He was a wizard with words and reading people, how could this be a problem for him? It must be delicate if he wasn’t going to share more. Janice looked at the funny little clock on his desk. They had laughed at the story of his mom giving it to him.

Janice, “Nick, go home. Take the file with you and think about it with a Jack Daniels on the patio by the pool. You need some quiet time.”

He wanted to argue, but knew her idea was perfect. They got up and left. He looked at the document on his PC before shutting it down and pulling the laptop from the docking station. This was perfect for the sales position, except for one thing: the recruiter/investigator had found sexual improprieties between her and several of the male employees at her former agency. He put the laptop and paper files into his backpack, turned out the light to his office, and walked down to the parking lot. He attached the back pack to the passenger seat support, put his helmet on, turned the key to his year-old Harley 1200 Custom in Charcoal Pearl.

The bike was one of his more brilliant ideas. When he rode it, his mind seemed to clear as he had to focus extra hard on the road, drivers, and everything else on the road and nearby. He hoped he would have clarity by the time he pulled into the driveway. Before starting off, he shook his head and muttered to himself, “Mother … mother … what’s going on?”

* * CHAPTER THREE: SAMANTHA JAMESON will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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“I Told My Wife I Had Enough”
Well I am just a normal guy who is married and does not get enough sex from his wife. So I sit there at night while she is sleeping and watch porn on the net. Then I ease off into the restroom where I stroke off and shoot my load, wasting in to the toilet. Not very exciting but I do believe it is pretty normal for most of us married men and allot of single guys as well.

So one night while laying there watching porn I got pissed off and decided I was done with this shit. I rolled over and woke my wife, I told here I would not keep doing this either she put out once a week if not more or I go out and find it else where. She looked at me as if I was crazy, I told her I loved her but I needed sex more than once ever couple of month and even then it was just a normal fuck. No excitement no flair no creativity nothing stick in in work it and cum. I was done!

She then looked at me and said do what ever you need to do but do not expect me to join in or like it. She then rolled over and went back to sleep. Pissing me off even more so and at that time I went back to the porn site I was looking at and looked up on the date site it had. I reached out to a couple of woman but nothing came about it. I ended up stroking off and going to bed.

The next day I went into work and I was feeling hornier than I had in awhile. As I was working my mind kept drifting off to sex and not just sex but wild sex. Just then there was a knock on my door, I looked up to see our new intern standing there. She asked if there was anything she could do to help. My mind was yea you could get over here and suck my dick, but I had to be professional. “I do not have anything at this time but when I do I will come for your help. What is your name” I asked. “Oh it is Beth, Mr. Rogers” “Thank you Beth” She turned and walked away and as she did I got a good look at her nice big ass. She was rather a big girl but very pretty and well put together. I went on about my work but my mind kept going back to sex and now thoughts of Beth. It was lunch time now and I was going to run down the street to grab a quick bite. On my way out the building I saw Beth at her car, I asked if she cared to join me and she replied back “I would love to but at the intern pay she was just going to sit in her car and relax some” “Hey do not worry about paying for your lunch I asked you to join me so that means I will pay” She did not hesitate in joining me. We made our way to this Italian place called Sal’s where we had our lunch and chatted. On our way back I kept looking at her body and my mind kept thinking how nice it would be to fuck her good.

Once back in the office she went to doing what she was doing before and I went on with my work. Later that afternoon she came to my door again to see if there was anything she could do for me. At this time I had a pile of files to be filed away so I asked her is she could file them for me. As she started sorting them and then rearranging my file cabinet so it was more organized I started noticing her bending over and in doing so was exposing more of her body. I could not keep my eyes off her and how her skirt kept rising up exposing her thick thighs and muscular calves. She turned to grab more files she had placed on the corner of my desk and as she bent over I noticed her cleavage and how nice and round her breast looked. I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants, I then noticed her take a peek at my crouch and this made me even harder and faster. She only grabbed a small hand full of files and slowly worked on putting them away. She returned for more files and this time I noticed her blouse was open even more so. Damn she was hot looking and this was making me go nuts. Again she only grabbed a few files and this time she grabbed the files from the bottom of the stack. She walked over to the filling cabinet and bent over to open the bottom drawer. As she bent over her ümraniye escort bayan skirt rows up her big butt and exposed her white panties. I could even see her crack as the panties drew up into it. MMMMMMMMMMMM Damn that looked good to me. I wanted to eat her pussy through her panties at this point. She wiggled her ass around as she put the files away. Then stood up and walked to my desk and at this point I was grabbing my cock through my pants. She walked to my desk but did not stop at the files she came right next to me and said “I want your dick Mr. Rogers” I was not sure if I said anything and nor was I able to move. But then reality set in we were in the office and I looked at her and said “We can’t right now we are at the office” She had a look of disappointment but leaned over and grabbed mu cock through my pants and whispered “Well lets find a place to play Mr. Rogers” She then finished filing and asked is there anything else she could do for me.

I told her we would find something else for her to do later and then told her she was done for the day. I watched her fix herself and walk out of the office and the building. I soon too fixed myself and headed out the building. Once in the parking lot I notice her car was still there I then noticed her sitting in it. I approached and looking in I say her plying with herself and this shot a crazed feeling throughout my body. She saw me but did not stop fingering her pussy and my cock grew harder than ever before. I was crazed with this desire and need in me. She looked up at me “Mr. Rogers I need you and you need me please lets go somewhere so we can please each other please Mr. Rogers Please” I looked at her and with out thinking I said “Follow me” I made my way to my car and started driving looking back to make sure she was following me. I was not sure where I was going all I knew was I wanted her and I was going to have her. My mind was going crazy and the next thing I knew I was pulling into my drive way. Before I could do or say anything she was at my door of my car. She grabbed me and kissed me as I stood up and said “I want you to fuck me I want to taste your cock deep down my throat I want to eat your cum Mr. Rogers” I was not sure what took over me I grabbed her hand and lead her to the front door. We stepped in and stood at the door way kissing. Then it hit me my wife would be home. Then I heard my wife’s voice “Who the fuck is this” Beth broke our kiss and I could tell she was scared. I turned to my wife and for what ever reason I looked at her and said “This is what will be taking care of me tonight while you sleep, just like I said I am not putting up with your lack of sexual drive any longer” I grabbed Beth’s hand looked at her and said “It is alright come with me” She was a little reluctant to follow me but she finally made a step that lead to her following me. We stepped into the bedroom where I grabbed her and kissed her again. Then I pushed her back onto our bed and as she landed on her back I noticed her white panties where soak all the way through and you could see her sweet fat pussy. I could not control myself and dropped down on my knees and went in for my first taste.

I licked her pussy through her panties and then pulled them to the side where I ate her until she was screaming “OH GOD MR. ROGERS EAT MY PUSSY OH GOD YES EAT IT PLEASE EAT MY PUSSY” She did not have to ask me that cause I was going to do it no matter what and even if she did not want me to I was going to even if I had to tie her up. As I was eating her and she continued to scream and moan I then felt the presence of my wife at the door. I did not stop nor did I look back at her I just continued on with what I was doing to Beth. I also noticed Beth did not care either and was getting louder as I kept up the pressure of my tongue working her pussy. Just then Beth broke my bond with her pussy and sat up on the bed and told me ataşehir escort to stand up. As I stood up she worked on freeing my cock from my pants. She took it right in her mouth and started giving me one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. “OH DAMN BETH SUCK THAT COCK BABY SUCK IT” I could hear her muffled moans. She reached down and started playing with my balls I could not tell you how long this went on for but I got close to cumming twice and she would stop and just tease me with her hands and tongue and then go back to sucking my cock. She finally stopped and looking up at me said “MR> ROGERS FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME RIGHT NOW RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR WIFE” I turned to see my wife had sat down on the lounge in our bedroom and was speechless and just staring at us. Beth stood up and removed her cloths and even though she was a big girl she was hot looking. I removed all my cloths and stood there naked in front of my wife and was about to fuck Beth in front of her as well.

Beth crawled up on the bed on all fours and looking at me said “FUCK ME FUCK ME NOW” “I WANT YOUR COCK DEEP IN MY PUSSY I WANT TO FEEL YOU FUCKING ME HARD AND DEEP NOW FUCK ME GOD DAMN IT FUCK ME MR. ROGERS FUCK ME” I climbed up behind her and rammed my hard cock deep in her pussy and as I rammed it in her she pushed back “YES MR. ROGERS THATS IT FUCK ME FUCK ME HARD PLEASE” I went to pounding away into her pussy, you could hear our bodies slapping against each others as well as the suction sounds of my cock in her wet pussy. My balls where slapping against her clit with ever thrust and I could see her big tits flapping around under her. I then saw Beth looking over at my wife and I had to turn and see. I was shocked to see my wife had pulled her shorts down and was rubbing her pussy I could not take my eyes off my wife at this moment. Then Beth broke the mood, “GO OVER TO HER AND HELP HER MR. ROGERS” I pulled my cock from Beth’s pussy, it was covered in her juices and walked over to my wife. As I got to her I was bout to drop down to my knees, but my wife stopped me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. As I was on the side of the lounge she rolled her head to the side. While she opened her mouth she pulled me in closer and doing so she took my juice cover cock into her mouth and started sucking on it. I looked down to see her licking and sucking Beth’s juices from my cock. I then felt Beth brush up next to me and I looked to watch her remove my wife’s shorts from around her ankles and toss them to the floor and then she reached up and in one motions she ripped my wife’s shirt open. You could hear the buttons pop and land on the floor exposing my wife’s bra. Then Beth kissed her way down my wife’s belly to her pussy. As soon as Beth’s tongue touched my wife’s pussy my wife moaned “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” Her body shook and then again “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” She gripped my cock so hard it was hurting and then she released it so to scream “OH GOD YES OH GOD PLEASE DONT STOP EAT ME EAT MY PUSSY BITCH PLEASE DONT STOP” a pause then she looked at me and screamed out “FUCK MY MOUTH BABY FUCK MY MOUTH WITH YOUR COCK BABY PLEASE” I rammed my cock into her mouth and started pumping away at it. I could feel my cock going down her throat and she would gar ever few pumps but never stop me from fucking her mouth.

This went of for several minutes before my wife stopped the action. She got up off the lounge only to reposition herself on it. She had one foot on the floor and one knee on the lounge with her hands holding her up in a bent over position in an almost like doggie style. She looked at me and said with passion “FUCK ME I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY FUCK ME PLEASE I NEED IT I NEED YOUR COCK BABY” I moved in behind her and pushed my cock deep in her pussy. Then as if Beth knew what my wife wanted, Beth moved in front of my wife and spread her legs as she propped herself up on the arm of bostancı escort the lounge. I watched my wife lower her head down to Beth’s pussy. I heard her lapping up Beth’s juices. “OH MRS> ROGERS EAT IT BABY EAT THAT FAT PUSSY OF MINE UP” “EAT IT YOU FUCKING BITCH EAT MY PUSSY I WANT TO FEEL YOUR TOUNGE DEEP IN MY PUSSY BITCH NOW EAT IT” I could see my wife trying to push her tongue deep in Beth’s pussy as I was pounding away at her pussy. I reached out with one hand placing in on the back n my wife’s head and slowly applied pressure so that I could help her get deeper in Beth’s pussy. “OH GOD YES DEEPER BITCHGET THAT TONGUE DEEPER YOU PUSSY LICKING BITCH EAT YOU FUCKING BITCH” My wife let out a muffled moan “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YES” Al this was driving me crazy. I had never seen my wife like this before and I was shocked when my wife stopped eating Beth’s pussy long enough to scream out “FUCK ME IN THE ASS BABY I NEED IT IN MY ASS” I was shocked I had never fucked my wife’s ass before. “I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED YOU TO FUCK MY ASS BABY I WAS JUST TO SCARED TO TELL YOU” “NOW JUST FUCK MY ASS BABY NOW” I pulled my cock from her dripping pussy and placed the head of it at her rosebud. Beth reached over and grabbed my wife’s ass check and spread then apart and just as she did this my wife pushed back against the head of my cock as I pushed forward. I watched as the mushroom shaped head pushed its way into her tight ass hole. “OH GOD THAT HURTS GOOD BABY” I paused thinking she needed me to stop for a minute. My wife screamed out “OH GOD DONT STOP BABY KEEP PUSHING IT IN BABY GIVE ME ALL YOUR COCK IN MY ASS BABY” I kept on pushing until I was all the way in and once I was in I held it there. To my surprise my wife started wiggling her ass against my cock as to try and get more into her. Beth still had a grip on my wife’s ass cheeks and was still holding then apart. She looked into my eyes and said “FUCK HER ASS MR. ROGERS FUCK HER ASS DEEP AND HARD, SHE NEEDS A GOOD ASS FUCKING” I lost it and went to fucking my wife’s ass for the first time like a wild a****l. My wife called out “OH YES FUCK IT BABY TEAR MY ASS HOLE UP BABY FUCK ME OH GOD YES FUCK MY ASS BABY DONT STOP PLEASE FUCK IT BABY GO YES MAKE ME YOUR ASS FUCKING WHORE” I could not control myself I was fucking her hard and then I slapped her ass so hard a bruise came up instantly “OH YES SLAP MY ASS SPANK IT BABY WHILE YOU FUCK MY ASSHOLE GOD YES DO IT BABY” I slapped her ass again and just like before a buries came up again. I continued on as my wife called out in both pleasure and pain.

Then Beth let go of her ass cheeks and moved under my wife. I felt Beth’s tongue flick across my balls and then I heard my wife “EAT IT BETH EAT MY PUSSY PLEASE EAT IT BABY” “FUCK MY ASS BABY GOD FUCKING DO ME BOTH OF YOU MAKE ME CUM PLEASE” Beth and I worked together doing as my wife called out for. I watched my wife lower her mouth onto Beth’s swollen pussy lips and start licking her. Beth let out a moan “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” I then watched my wife stick three fingers into Beth’s pussy while eating her. It was more than I could take I was ready to cum “OH GOD IM GOING TO CUM BABY IM GOING TO FILL YOUR ASS FULL BABY” Just then I started cumming in my wife’s ass “OH YES FILL MY ASS BBAY FILL IT FULL OF YOUR CUM BABY FUCK OH GOD DAMN IT BABY FUCKING FILL IT BABY” I could not control it I was shooting load after load of cum deep in my wife’s ass and every drop the spilled out Beth was there to catch it all. I pulled out and feel back towards the bed. I laid there watching my wife and Beth eating each other until they both cummed. The next thing I knew we all were on the bed snuggled up to each other.

The next few months we all shared each other almost everyday, now Beth has moved in with us and we all sleep in the same bed and we never go with out any excitement. I now receive pictures from time to time of else my wife playing with her pussy or Beth doing the same while I am at work. We have even ventured out to engage in other woman joining us. I asked my wife if she would like a man to join in and she told me no. I even asked Beth and her reply was “Only if you want that to happen”

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I’m trembling, the intensity of that orgasm was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. As your cock begins to soften still buried deep inside me, you slide out and lay next to me, we both catch our breath. With an impish grin I slide down your body and gingerly take your cock in my mouth to lap up the combination of our cum from your shaft.

“Damn girl, you can’t get enough can you?” You tease. I grin up at you with your cock still in my mouth, and you feel the blood starting to surge once again.

“You better be careful or I’ll blow a load all over your face at this rate,” you jokingly warn. I continue licking and sucking your cock, making it hard once again. I can feel you tensing up, and think you’re going to make good on that promise to blow your load, but you have other plans.

You reach down and pull my mouth off your cock, slide me up to kiss me and roll over, crushing me to the bed. “Nope, my sweet little slut, I have other plans for my next load,” you say. I grin in anticipation as you slide off the bed to retrieve a bottle of lube.

You tell me to roll over on my hands and knees and put my ass up for you. I eagerly comply. You bury your cock back in my pussy from behind, reveling how tight my pussy feels once again wrapped around your hard cock, now at a different angle. You grab hold of my long hair, tugging with each forward thrust to get the best momentum of slamming your cock deep inside me.

“Oh my god, you feel so fucking good! Fuck me hard! I want more of your cum!”

“You’re my little cum slut aren’t you?” you asked as you pound harder into my tight wet pussy.

“Oh god yes, I’m your cum slut!” I can barely get the words out, you’ve got me impaled on your giant black cock and my insides keep spasming with so much pleasure.

With your free hand, you pour lube on my ass and start to tease the area around my asshole. You grin when you feel me shudder and moan in pleasure. You start to push one finger in the tight hole first, I gasp at the sensation, it’s been so long since anyone has touched me there.

Slowly you penetrate my tiny hole with one finger, then two – all the while thrusting your giant cock deep in my pussy. You slowly stretch my entrance to get me ready to receive your monstrosity. My pussy is dripping down the insides of my thighs, so you know I’m ready for anything.

“Cum for me, my sweet slut, I want to feel your pussy explode again on my black cock!” You groan as you feel my pussy spasm at your words, and start ramming your cock harder and faster deep in my pussy.

“Atta girl, take this whole bostancı escort fucking thing! You know you want it! Give me your cum!” You bark. It doesn’t take long, you feel me tense up as I reach the edge and let myself feel the sweet release.

“Ohhhhhhh GOD! That feels so good!” I cry out as my body is wracked with waves of my orgasm.

“You love this black cock, don’t you? You want it all the time, don’t you? No cock can compare, can it? Fuck it good! You need to have all your holes filled!”

“Oh my god, Yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssssssss!! I want all my holes filled with fucking black cock!!”

You know I’m ready, so you slide your cock out of my pussy, it’s covered and slippery with so much cum, so you start to push the head at the tiny puckered bud of my ass.

“You want this black cock to fuck your ass, don’t you, my sweet slut?” You ask.

“Oh yes, please bury that black cock in my ass! I want to feel how fucking full it’ll make me!” I reply.

You grab my hips and pull me towards you as you push the head of your cock past the tight ring.

“Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck! You are so fucking tight!” you exclaim. You try not to blow your load with just the head in my ass, you want to feel the tightness deep. You want to fill my ass with your awesome manhood. You pause until you feel me relax a little, then you push harder, and slide in a couple more inches.

“Oh my god that’s so fucking hot!” I gasp out as you slide back out until just the head of your cock is inside, the jam forward again. I yelp in pain, your cock is so big. You start running your hands lightly over my ass and back to sooth me, then keep pulling out and pushing in a little further each time, pausing until you feel me slowly relaxing and opening to your monstrosity with each new thrust.

I reach down and start playing with my clit as you slowly work your cock into my ass.

“Yeah baby, that’s it, play with that pussy while I fuck your ass!” you say, as you pump harder and finally manage to bury your cock fully in my ass, balls deep.

“Oh my god you feel so good!! I’m going to cum again!!” I cry out. You tighten your grip on my hips and start to pump into me harder, your balls slapping my pussy with each thrust.

“Fuck me hard! Please fill my ass with your cum!” You start to pump faster, I feel like I’m being ripped in two by the huge size of your cock buried in my tiny hole.

“Fuck yeah! I’m gonna fill your white ass with my black seed, my little cum slut!” you growl. I can feel you tensing and getting ready to cum, so I start working my clit faster to match your urgency.

“Here it comes! ataşehir escort bayan This ass is mine!” With one more hard thrust, I can feel your cock spasm and flood my ass with your hot sticky cum.

“Oh god!!” is all I was able to manage as I came again, my convulsions wracking my body and ass clinching tighter on your cock, milking every last drop.

We ride the intense wave together, both shuddering with pleasure, then you wrapped your arms around me from behind and pulled down on the bed with you, your cock still securely buried in my ass as we lay on our sides, catching our breath.

You nuzzle my neck and kiss my earlobe, “Girl, you have a fine ass and I’d love to fuck it often if you let me,” you whisper in my ear.

“Oh my god yes,” I agreed, “I think we’re going to need to hook up often – that was incredible!!”

We lay cuddled together for a while, basking in the afterglow and noticed it was getting late so we reluctantly extricated ourselves from each other.

“Do you want to take a quick shower?” you ask.

“No, I want to keep your cum inside me for as long as possible,” I reply. You grin and pull me into your arms, kissing me deeply. “That’s a good cum slut, you can dip your fingers in your pussy later and think of me,” you whisper. “Oh I plan to!” I grin up at you mischievously. “That will definitely be happening – I’ll send you an email when I do!”

You grin down at me and I can feel your cock jump at my belly between us as you cup my face in your hands and devour my lips with a blazing kiss.

We both sigh, realizing we need to get going, so we both hurriedly dress and got ready to head out the door. You grab me for another kiss, your hands cupping my ass as you pull me close.

“Thank you for giving me your incredible black cock,” I say between kisses.

“You’re very welcome – you can have it any time you want, just say the word!” you reply.

“Word!” I jokingly reply, “I plan to enjoy that cock as often as I can. I suppose next time we get together we’ll have to figure out how to include the hubby once in a while so he won’t feel left out. He does so want to watch me get fucked by a black cock, so we’ll have to put on a show for him.”

“I’m game!” you reply, “You think he’s going to be jealous?”

“No, he gets really hard when we talk about him watching a big black cock split me in two, I bet he’ll be happy if you’re fucking me from behind while I suck on his cock.”

You grin and pull me close. “We neglected to deposit my cum in one hole today, though,” you say teasingly, as you grind your already hard again cock against me. göztepe escort bayan

“Mmmmm, I guess I better take care of that before we leave!” You go in and bring out a washcloth so I can clean off your cock and tease it mercilessly.

I kneel down and gently run the washcloth up the length of your shaft, raining kisses on the head and down the side. Your cock is growing harder with my hands rubbing the warm wet washcloth over the length of your shaft, and you groan in need when I gently rub the washcloth to clean your balls.

I cup your engorged member in my hands, descending on it with my mouth, first lightly kissing the head and trail a line of kisses down your hardening shaft until I get to your balls. I start to lick your balls lightly, then gently take them in my mouth and suck on them.

You groan and reach down, entangling your hands in my hair as you hold my head steady and start bucking your hips. I run my tongue up the length of your shaft, my hands never stopping their stroking of your monstrous beauty. When my mouth gets to the head of your cock, I see the glistening precum there waiting to be devoured.

I lick the precum from the head of your cock, reveling in its sweet taste and know that I’m going to be enjoying the taste of your sweet cum. I bury the head of your cock in my mouth and start teasing it with my tongue as I suck on the engorged member.

You hold my head steady as you start pumping your hips, sliding your cock in and out of my mouth. You look down at me and groan in pleasure at the sight of your giant black cock disappearing in my wide open mouth. I look up at you and grin.

You buck your hips faster, I’m trying to capture your length in my mouth but have to resort to using my hands to stroke the length and milk the cum from your balls once again.

You increase your pace as you get closer to your sweet release, pumping faster and harder. I try to relax my throat as best I can to pull you into my mouth deeper and feel your engorged head sliding in deeper than any cock has ever gone before. My hands are alternating gently playing with your balls and stroking your shaft on your outward stroke from my mouth.

“Fuuuuck! You really are a cum slut! Take my fucking cock! I’m gonna blow my load down your throat!” you exclaim through gritted teeth. You pull my head in hard with one last stroke and spurt your hot cum down the back of my throat as promised. I moan at the sensation and greedily slurped it all up, swallowing it until there was none left.

“There, now we’ve taken care of your filling up your holes for today! Happy Birthday!” you exclaim jubilantly.

“Thank you! I had no idea how wonderful it would feel to be so full!” I grin at you with a gleam in my eye. “I’m looking forward to our next fill up!” This girl going to need a fill up at least once a month! maybe More!

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Kapıyı açtığımda o seksi ayaklarını converslerin içinden çıkardığı anda ereksiyon olmaya betebet güncel başladım ve ne kadar güzel ayaklarının olduğunu söyledim biraz garip bir gözle bana baktı. İçeri girdik ve ona odayı gösterdim içerde beklemesini söyledim bende içecek birşeyler hazırlayıp geleceğim dedim.

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Ben Antalya’da oturan 24 yaşında çok güzel vücut ölçülerine sahip bir bayanım. Vücudumu gören azar boşalır yani çok güzel bir vücudum var. Düne kadar bakireydim tek yaptığım şey mastürbasyondu ve onu da pek yapmadım aslında pek cinsellik içeren olayları sevmezdim.

Evet olaya döneyim dün işten erken çıkmıştım eve otobüsle geliyordum o güne mi denk geldi bilmiyorum o saatte otobüs tıklım tıklımdı anlayamadım. Arkamda da bizim yan komşumuzun oğlu Erkan vardı onunla biraz muhabbet ettikten sonra o arkama geçmişti bana yol verir gibi. Benimde üstümde biraz mini kumaş bir etek vardı bilseydim böyle olacağını pantolon giyerdim ama olan oldu. Erkan arkamdaydı benim dolgun götüm onun yarağına değiyordu. Onun bu kadar büyük bir yarağı olduğunu bilmiyordum. Giderken otobüs daha da yolcu almaya başladı.
Bu bana tamamen yapışmıştı genç olmasına rağmen çok hınzırdı yavaştan götümü ellemeye başladı. Ben dönüp bakış attım aslında hoşuma da gidiyordu ama yan komşumun oğluydu. Hadi tamam dedim döndüm önüme tekrardan ellemeye başladı. Bende bu sefer bişey yapmadım çünkü devam ediyordu. Bense ona göre büyüktüm böyle bişey yapması doğru değildi. Bende buna nasıl izin verdiğimi anlamıyorum ama oldu bi kere Erkan cesaretlenmiş ki daha sert sıkmaya mıncıklamaya başladı. Bu biraz sinirimi bozmuştu ama bişey diyemiyordum. Vücudumu döndürmeye çalıştım çok kalabalıktı döndürseydim götüm başka erkeklerin önüne geliyordu hiç olmazsa bu tanıdık diye durdum bişey yapamaz diye betebet giriş yaptıklarına müsaade ediyordum ki baktım Erkan’ın eli çıplak baldırlarımda geziniyordu.

Bu beni çok azdırdı yukarı çıkmasın diye dua ediyordum sesimi de çıkartamıyordum çünkü hem Erkan’ın hemde benim adım çıkar. Neyse benim biraz daha baldırlarımda devam etti sonra eli yukarı doğru çıkmaya başladı çok zevke gelmiştim içimdeki külotu aşağı indirmeye çalıştı. Götüm büyük olduğundan Erkan’ın işi uzun sürüyordu. Ben külotu tuttum önden bi bayan beni gördü karnım ağrıyor gibi yaptım fark etmedi. Ama elimi bırakmak zorunda kaldım Erkan külotu aşağı çekti ahh Erkan’ım o şekilde önüne sunulmuş lezzetli bir yemek gibiydim. Kocaman götüm onun elleriyle yoğruluyordu ben bir kere boşalmıştım. Erkan elini çekti herhalde boşalmamdan korktu. Ben tam ohh dedim bıraktı galiba ama sonra ellerinin eteğimin üstünden istemsiz temaslarını hissettim ve bir fermuar sesi geldi. Eyvah dedim 2 saniye sonra yarrağını götümde gezinirken hissettim Erkan 18 yaşındaydı bense 24 kendimi siktiremezdim ama canım çok istiyordu. Amım ateş gibi yanıyordu Erkan yarrağını amıma sürtmeye başladı. Kafamı çevirip kulağına amıma olmaz sakın dedim. Erkan onunla konuştuğumu görünce şaşırdı ve yanıt verdi tamam yavrumm sen merak etme diyordu.

Onların evine gittim bi kaç kez çok sessiz bi çocuktu burda ortada götüm söz konusu olunca çok cesaretlenmişti heralde ama yarrağını hala amımda gezdiriyordu. Tekrar döndüm Erkan ne olur yapma amıma girme ben evlenecem kocam olacak dedim. kaçak bahis siteleri Götümü sik ne olur Erkan’a beni götümden sikmesi için yalvarıyordum. Olamaz böyle bişey oda tamam karıcım kocan ben olurum o zaman dedi. Erkan ne olur koca götüm neyine yetmiyo dedim. Oda tamam dedi. İlk olarak hiç yarak görmemiş götüme yarağını dayadı ama yarrağı gerçekten büyüktü girmiyordu sonra eliyle açtırmaya çalıştı ilk olarak 1 parmak soktu sonra 2 ve 3 oldu. Götüm sanki delinmişti çok acıyordu ama bağıramıyordum bile ben ise şimdi yarrağı bekliyordum. Göt deliğim bayağı açılmıştı sonra yarağı dayadı götüme artık onundum benden 6 yaş küçük birinindim çok acı verici ve bir hamleyle soktu benden bi ahh sesi geldi otobüste kimse duymadı. Ama Erkan duymuştu ve kulağıma eğilerek Nilay ablacım bu zevk çok güzelde dedi az kalsın beni ele veriyordun şimdi senin cezanı vericem dedi. Bende daha ne yapabilir sikti zaten beni dedim ve anlamadan eli amıma gitmişti amımı parmaklıyordu ve iyice açtırdı amımı ben yapma dedim ne olur lütfen ama dinlemedi. Oda çok mutlu olmuştur kendinden 6 yaş büyük birini ve bu kadar güzel birini siktiğine sonra amıma giriverdi. Buda ilk başta acıdı ama sonradan yerini zevke bıraktı arabada ileri geri git gel yapıyordum beni belimden kavradı durduğun yerde dur anlaşılacak dedi. Bende tamam kocacım dedim. Artık kocam oydu bu olayların hepsi 20 dk. içinde olmuştu. 20 dk. içinde Erkan’a hem amımı hem götümü vermiştim. Sonra çıkardı yarağını ve ineceğimiz yere geldik. Ben apartmana betebet girdim o dışarıdaydı asansöre bindim ve koşa koşa oda geldi benimle bindi. Neden yaptın bunu diye sordum oda daha bişey yapmadım dedi asansörü stopladı. Çok güçlüydü ellerimden tuttu ve bi çakı çıkardı seni burada keserim kimse duymaz dedi. Burda bir posta daha sikecem seni 24 lük güzelim dedi. Bende korkarak tamam dedim ama daha yeni siktiğinden dolayı çok acıyordu amım oda banane dedi biraz daha acısın dedi ve eteğimi yırttı eve nasıl girecektim bilmiyorum sadece aşağı sıyrılmış kilotla karşısındaydım. Amım gözlerinin önündeydi eğilip yalamaya başladı zonklayan amımı, sonra kalktı beni aynaya döndürdü ve arkadan amıma girmeye başladı bende 2 kez daha boşaldım asansörde tamamen soydu beni memelerimi yaladı. Sonra biri asansörü çağırdı telaşla giyinmeye başladım Erkan bırakmıyordu hala, eteğim zaten yoktu sadece bezi amımın üstüne koyuyordum o arada arkadan götümü okşuyordu ve asansörü stoplayıp bizim kata çıktık ben evime girdim oda evine gitti. Ben hala baba evinde kalıyordum annem bu hal ne ne oldu böyle dedi eteğin neden yok dedi bende anne asansöre takıldı falan dedim yuttular.

Sonra odama geçtim kapıyı kilitledim giyinmedim. Sonra benim annemler Erkan’ın annesine oturmaya gidecekmiş gittiler ve evde yalnız kaldım. Sonra Erkan bizim eve geldi kapıyı çaldı açmadım sonra aradı telden bişey yapmıcam Nilay abla sadece özür dilemeye geldim dedi bende kapıyı açtım. İçeri girdi üstümü giyinmedim bile o kadar olaylardan sora görse ne olacak dedim. Sonra bacaklarımı okşamaya başladı bende hani bişey yapmıcaktın dedim oda son kez dedi olmaz dedim zorla aldı beni külotumu çıkardı ve kafam yatağa gelecek şekilde domalttı götüme girdi. Artık bende bıraktım tek cinsel yaşantım sadece Erkan’la olsun dedim ve içimden çıktı yarağını yalamaya başladım o günden sonra hep bize gelmesini söyledim artık kendimden 6 yaş küçük bi kocam var 🙂

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