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Change of Style Ch. 01

By: LeMondial



Thanks to readers who emailed me to ask more about our very tentative (almost accidental) exploration of lifestyling that I talked about in a previous posting (The Eye of The Hurricane). We did decide at long last to try out a place, and this journal written about a week after the experience, to the best of my recollection.

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January 16

This took place Friday January 16. Originally, we were looking into a lifestyle club about 30 miles from home, but as the night was incredibly cold and a light snow threatened, we decided to try this other one much closer to home which we saw advertised on the web.

We got to the address on a dead end road about 10 PM. Although the operating hours were advertised as 9PM to 3AM, I was a little nervous and jumpy and I didn't want to get there as soon as they opened. I changed clothes twice, trying to figure out what would make me look sharp without making me look like a lounge lizard. I shouldn't have worried quite as much as I did (as it turns out.) My wife Maggie wore a wine-red scoop neck dress with a low back, cultured pearls, fishnet style pantyhose, and heels. Maggie is 42, 5'4" and a petite brunette, with 36B breasts that are still perky with up-tilted rosy nipples.

The place was what we call in the States a real "McMansion", a huge box with a pretentious facade with 5 bedrooms and a finished basement with (as I recall) 2 closed off rooms, and huge common room which people were using as a for playing in the open. The rules were BYOB. Neither of us drink much, so we had brought a nice pinot noir with us. Sodas and setups were included in the entry/joining fee, but wine glasses were extra for some reason. The fee was $45 per couple one time fee and $20 per person each visit. They issued us membership cards, I used our real names thinking they would check for Ids. Actually, we didn't have to show any ID which surprised me.

The particular place was in a mostly African-American part of our mostly black county, and I was against going there initially. To be really 100% honest, black women have never excited me all that much (probably lack of opportunity for the most part). There were 10 couples and 3 unattached guys there, all the guys were black except for me. Three of the couples were interracial.

We socialized with a mix of people for about an hour, and played an icebreaker game (Twister), which I had forgotten was so much fun. Maggie danced with three different guys; I danced with one really attractive very lushly built black woman (badly -- I am a lousy dancer). Maggie seemed to be zeroing in on this one guy. He was tall, probably late 30's to early 40's; over 6', and wearing black trousers and a black and gold threaded shirt partly unbuttoned to show gold chains. He had a really bass voice and a toothy smile that you either liked or disliked instantly. 

The woman he had brought with him (his wife I assumed) was not dancing but hanging around a clutch of other couples. She was very attractive, I would say mid-20's, a bit taller than Maggie at maybe 5'7". She was very blond straight hair (but a bit of brown showing at the roots of her middle parted hairstyle). I thought to myself -- well, this is certainly one of those cases where the 'carpet and drape' won't match, but doubted whether I would ever get involved enough to find out. I wasn't really that interested in her. (In attempting to be honest in the journals I am writing, I will say that there was no 'instant lust' or anything beyond normal mild attraction.)

Maggie went to the kitchen (big kitchen!) with the guy she had danced a couple dances with, who poured her a rum and coke. Ten minutes later or so, I got curious and walked out into the kitchen. Maggie and the guy (whose name was Sean) were huddled close on kitchen stools and she was rubbing his thigh and making small talk. His knees were nestled in between her slightly parted thighs. The blonde I mentioned above was already in the kitchen and pouring a club soda. 

Maggie and Sean were laughing over some shared private joke, and in the midst of one little outburst of laughter, he stood and positioned himself right up against Maggie's barstool, basically muscling in between her thighs. She tugged her dress down but didn't move away or anything, but obviously she wasn't bothered. 

The blond introduced herself to me and gave me a warm hug. I was positioned behind Maggie and didn't see her face. I was surprised, but shouldn't have been when Sean ran his hand down her back and leaned to kiss her. A long(!) kiss. I cleared my throat and got closer. 

Maggie obviously recognized that I was there; she turned around casually and smiled as she said, "Oh, hi honey. This is Sean. And I see you have met his girl Debbie." 

I smiled back and said hello to Sean. Sean turned back to Maggie and slid his hand lightly under the hem of her dress, now at mid-thigh. Fast mover, I thought. I was guessing that Maggie had already made a decision that this was the couple we would play with, although she didn't give me the sign we agreed on, nor did she follow the rules we had set up which were that both of us had to agree on both people in the couple. If we had, I would not have agreed to Sean for her.

Sean said, more loudly than I thought appropriate to the crowded kitchen setting "What's up with the pantyhose. I told you I don't like them." Which confused the heck out of me. When had he told her? Had they met before or something? Or was it earlier this evening?

Anyway, Maggie hopped off the stool, pushing him back a bit and went into the half bath adjacent to the kitchen. She emerged a few moments later bare legged, with her pantyhose in one hand and high heels in the other. She asked me (nicely) if I would put them with our coats. 

She turned and brushed close to Sean, saying, "Ok. Ready when you are, baby." 

Then she took me aside and told me, politely but assertively, "Look Honey, Sean and I need to have time alone. You won't mind if we took a room for an hour or two? Then you and Debbie can have it?" 

I was a little dumbfounded at her matter of fact tone. Again in the interest of accuracy, I have to tell you that Maggie is a woman pretty new to this lifestyle stuff - Tom and Holly at Club O were the absolute first shared experience we had ever done. She had mentioned later though that my being in the same room inhibited her from totally letting go. 

I just (kind of awkwardly) said, "Oh. ok." or something lame like that. 

Sean looked at me and smiled (is confident toothy smile), and said, "Maggie gonna learn how to please a black man. You understand, right?" 

I said something equally lame, like, "Sure, take your time. I'm sure it's no different than pleasing a white man." 

Sean laughed a big belly laugh and said, "Brotha, after this she won't ever WANT to please a white man. She'll be black-only tomorrow morning. Believe It." 

He laughed again and said something to the effect of, "I could make a you a bet on that, but it would be easy money. Easy money." 

That made me slightly irritated, and I didn't want to make an issue. 

Even so I said, "Dude, don't be so full of yourself. That's just an old wives tale and I hope we are all past that now." 

He laughed and shook his head. As if to prove that Maggie was ripe for him, they stood a minute, Sean stood behind Maggie, cupping her right breast through her dress and his other hand squeezing her exposed buns under her dress. Maggie's eyes were closed, her lips parted, her tongue licking a bead of perspiration from her upper lip. 

They strolled out of the kitchen, Sean looked back and said, "Take your time," and winked at Debbie.

That was the last I saw of them for perhaps the next hour. Debbie and I went down a flight into a dimly lit common room, holding hands and walking close. 

She said simply, "It's ok. From now on, you should just forget your wife," 

I didn't know at the time in what sense she meant that, but I was determined to get to know Debbie a lot better anyway. 

Change of Style Ch. 02



Debbie and I looked around for a place to sit together. The larger sofas were taken and the doors to the other rooms were closed, but we found a futon on a frame that was cozy, but worked for us. It was impossible not to have my arm around her and so we got into it pretty quickly. I looked into her cute face for the first time and noticed that even though she wore a lot of makeup (Even in her 40's, Maggie is naturally pretty without makeup)she was basically really cute. Debbie wore a gauzy white blouse that showed the outline of her bra, a tight fitting black knee length skirt and sheer stockings. Her dress was pretty, but not provocative, at least not as much as I would have figured for a place like this.

We kissed seriously now for the first time. Her kiss was genuine and lingering, and I liked it. Breaking the kiss, I looked into her eyes again. Experimentally, I ran my hand down her cheek, then I kissed her again. My hand continued down her neck, and nervously, I touched her breast, cupping it through her blouse. She didn't resist my touch in any way. Quite the opposite, she slid her hand up my thigh, and finding me, she began to lightly massage me through my pants. Needless to say, I responded. Simultaneously, my abs began to tighten and my member began to harden. 

She remarked, "You know, you're actually the first white guy I have been this close to since high school." 

That made me rear back with surprise. "Really? Never?" I said, and she shook her head. 

I figured it must have meant that she and Sean met pretty early. 

Debbie thrust her chest forward when I started unbuttoning her blouse. I loved the way her skin looked, the way her bra outlined her smallish breasts. I reached in and she squeezed my cock through my slacks again. 

I told her, "I want you, but I don't see a place where, you know...", looking around the room. "How can we...", Where can we.. you know?" 

She said, "Honey, I want you too. Look, would you like me to slip into something more comfortable?" 

I nodded, and she grabbed her overnight bag and headed off to the bathroom. 

That gave me a chance to look around. In one corner, I saw a black couple really getting into each other. Her top was off and he was sucking her nipples long and hard as she reclined back on the sofa. When his mouth came free from them, I saw that they were long and dark and her aureoles were a beautiful dark brown. I began to understand that black women were just as wonderful and any other hue. It was simply that I had been totally blind to it.

Against the middle wall opposite where I sat patiently, a chubby freckled red head, very Irish or German looking, perhaps in her late 20's to mid-30's was sitting fully astride a black guy with salt and pepper hair. They were both partially clothed; her blouse, vibrant red, was open and her bra was pulled down on one side. I could only see the side of one breast from the angle I was sitting, but the guy's hand was massaging her vigorously as they kissed deeply. His pants were open and slid down revealing his erection. 

His overall darkness contrasted strongly with her very pale skin, and the pale pink of the nipple I could see moving under his fingers. His other hand moved under her skirt, cupping her ass and I could see the back and forth movement of his arm pulling her close to him. The redhead was moving forcefully against his motion and pushing her tummy against the underside of his exposed member. It looked intense and I felt the heat even across the room. 

Back toward the stairs, a black couple were lying across a sofa, actually more the size of a loveseat. She was dressed in violent pink lingerie, which looked great against her skin, a hue between gold and toffee. He was on top of her in simulated coitus, dry humping wildly. It looked pretty hot, and took me back to my own high school days. I had to remind myself that most likely none of these couples came through the front door together. I hadn't really noticed who was with whom originally, but they certainly mixing it up now. 

A 40ish black woman, lushly built with very dark skin, dark eyes and a smooth, straight hairstyle, had come downstairs and was walking casually toward me. She stopped in front of me and smiled broadly. She had on a very sheer white lingerie set, and I could see her gorgeous dark brown nipples standing out, erect and pushing against the gauzy material. 

My wife and I are naturists; we know that nude is not the same as sexy. Clothing provides the sexiness by hiding and revealing. Her wide hips and full legs were swaying silently back and forth, and I saw (or imagined) a bushy dark thatch of her pubic triangle beckoning me. My mouth watered and I swallowed hard, trying to decide; I could easily have been swayed, if Debbie wasn't intending to come back, but the decision was made for me.

Debbie walked back and silently approached from the darkness of the other side of the common area, dressed in an almost transparent pink lingerie top, tied behind her neck, with darker pink flowers printed on and frilly panties. All I could say at the time, and all I can think of even now, was 'Wow!' 

I felt like a million bucks when she smiled and told the black woman, politely "Hey sweetie, tonight he's all mine." 

They kissed lightly on the lips and then she smiled at me, did a little twirl and asked me if I liked. 

"Oh god yes," I replied, really meaning it.

She sat in my lap and felt the spread of her ass cheeks heating up my lap. I practically smothered her with hungry, open mouthed kisses and she invited even more as our tongues moved over each others. Her top was open at the sides revealing the gentle curvature of her breasts. Her nipples poked lightly forward, constrained only by the flimsy material of the lingerie. I could hardly control my hands as they reached into her top, massaging her breasts. At that moment, I wanted her desperately, but felt really self conscious going further virtually in front of an audience of strangers (who in reality were so involved that they probably wouldn't have noticed.)

I whispered to Debbie that I was about to explode with desire, and wished we could fuck. 

She said, "Mmmmm, honey, that sounds fine to me. Let's go into that corner over there. Believe me, I have fucked in places a lot more public than this." 

I looked over to the furthest corner and thought about it. It was certainly darker than anywhere else in the basement, but there was no place to lie down. 

I asked simply, "How?" 

She said, "Standing. C'mon. It'll be fine." 

I was overcome with lust for her, and that overcame my reluctance to have sex with others nearby.



Change of Style Ch. 03



I should mention that I am in my 50's and Debbie was (I estimate) late 20's to mid 30's. I really don't know, but that's my estimate from memory. She felt really firm and taut and her breasts, partly because of their small size, and partly because of her youth, hardly bounced. I reached under her negligee top and cupped her in the heat of my lust. She was obviously incredibly excited. Her nipples were taut, standing straight out and slightly toward her chin, and as I walked behind her to the corner I stretched them. 

She said, "Gentle, sweetie. I am pregnant and they are sensitive as shit."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. She sure as hell did not look pregnant to the untrained eye. 

I said, "What??" and she replied that I was getting lucky as this was the only way that Sean would ever let her be with a white guy, and he was bending his rules only because she was already pregnant. This was after she had told me after that I was the only white guy she had been with as an adult, so I felt a lot of what you might call 'performance pressure.' 

She rightly reminded me to use a condom. In the corner, we kissed as she unzipped me and reached in. 

Squeezing me, she said only, "Nice!" 

As a concession to the 'public' nature of the setting, I pulled my pants and my boxers down just enough to accommodate our activity. As I fished a condom from my right pocket, she had already turned, and was bracing herself, palms against the wall, legs spread, facing away from me.

I quickly rolled the condom onto my stiff cock and pulled her frilly panties down, not removing her top, trying I suppose to preserve some sense of modesty. I am 5'10" and she was perhaps 5'7", so it was easy for me to enter her just by bending my knees a little and pushing upwards. My body tensed with excitement as I spread her ass cheeks with both hand. She lifted on her toes a bit and with her helping hand, I was quickly inside her. Once my head spread her lips, She pushed her rump back against my pelvis hard, locking our bodies together in intimacy. 

As those of you who read my earlier posting (The Eye of the Hurricane) may remember, I have only been with one other woman than my wife in 20 years of marriage. This young woman was incredibly (!) wet and willing more so than anyone I have ever been with. Fucking her was so easy, her pussy was surprisingly accommodating for such a young woman; her bun muscles so tight that I came in ten minutes very much against my own will. 

I tried like crazy not to cum, but her movements against me felt so wonderful that I was completely out of control of my own will. Each time she pushed against me, the thrill of feeling both the softness of her ass against my pelvis and the smoothness of her pussy made me moan and clench my jaw. With every push into her, it felt as if my shaft was engulfed in velvet fire. I rocked against her body in wave after wave of pleasure. 

When I came, my body was still bucking violently and Debbie, who was massaging her own pussy and clit was breathing hard. I don't know if she came, but I really do think she enjoyed the experience. I paused in my motions, resting my face against feel of her back and shoulder through the fabric of her negligee top and consumed in the scent of her perfume and the natural perfume of our coupling.

As I softened and slipped (unwillingly) out of her, she pulled her panties up and smiled, saying "Thanks, That was nice. You're pretty good-for a white guy." 

I raised an eyebrow in a mock leer and both of us laughed. She turned around with both arms around my neck as I pulled my pants up, still wearing the condom. 

We went into the bathroom, me to slide off the condom and her to pee. I cleaned my cock off with a wet pad of toilet paper and watched her pee, the lights were stronger there and I looked at her, appreciating her beauty. 

I asked, "So, are you 're really pregnant?" 

She responded, "Yes, due in June." 

I said, "My god, you don't look it at all." 

She laughed and said, "Come back in a month and see if you can still say that!" 

I told her, "I would enjoy that very much, seeing you in a month--or even a week." 

I winked at her. She smiled back, saying that she already had a little boy, now 3, by Sean. 

I asked how long they had been married, but she shook her head and sighed, "No, not married. And that's probably not going to happen." 

At last she said, "Anyway. Next month. It's a date for sure. Let's go up and see what my crazy man is up to. He loves white women. It's a little bit of a 'thing' with him. 

"He likes to well, to 'train' white women, right? He's really into domination, but trust me, it's totally just role playing really," she explained. 

Then she offered, "Still, your wife is probably happy; probably being driven crazy. First time with a black guy?" 

I said, "Yeah, as far as I know, yes." 

She said that an interracial encounter can be very intense, when a woman first experiences it. 

She chuckled and shook her head. "Sure you want to walk in on that?" 

My curiosity was getting the better of me, so I just shrugged and nodded. She pulled up her panties and I saw for the first time, or imagined I saw, a little tummy bulge. It was nice I thought; very sweet. In a way, just then, I wished we hadn't been intimate. It seemed somehow wrong, but obviously, Sean was putting her out there as his ticket to this lifestyle. And just as obviously, she did enjoy what we had done.



Change of Style Ch. 04



We started to ascend the basement stairs. As I looked back over my shoulder, I saw that redhead and her older salt'n'pepper black partner were now locked in coitus. He sat back on the sofa and she was astride him, rocking lazily. Her panties were still on one leg, and she leaned backwards, steadying her hands on his knees, trying to maximize his penetration. He groaned with each of her downward thrusts. 

"Yeah, that's it. You my greedy little bitch? You want all of this?" he said. 

She just moaned and kept meeting his thrusts with abandon. I watched the muscles in her ass tighten and release rhythmically as she fucked herself on his black cock. I made a mental note to talk with her at the next visit.

We went up the stairs, again holding hands, Debbie steadying herself on me as we ascended. She still had on the lingerie she fucked in, and I carried her overnight bag over my shoulder.

We drew some stares from a couple guys as we passed through the kitchen area. They looked through me, but consumed Debbie with hungry eyes. Knowing smiles passed between Debbie and each of the men. Clearly, Debbie was a regular here, and undoubtedly had been a partner with each of them as well. 

I wondered idly how many guys she had been with and how I measured up. 

I shook my head and told myself, "Chill Jack. Don't be a complete ass. This is a playground, for heaven sake. People are supposed to by fucking each other here." 

Perhaps I felt more protective since learning of her pregnancy. 

When we went up the next flight of stairs to the bedroom level, it then occurred to me that I didn't know which of the bedroom Sean and Maggie were in. Then I saw there was a little sign up sheet on the floor by each room, I looked down and the names and I finally saw something that looked like Sean scrawled on one.

I timidly knocked on the door, and I heard Maggie stammering "Y-y-y-esss. Come in." 

I opened the door and saw them on the bed, the room lit by a single bedroom lamp. I could see Maggie lying on his left side, one leg stretched out, the other bent, half laughing, smiling; half crying, her hand on her forehead, saying "Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck! That was fucking intense"

Sean was lying by her side, laughing too. 

He said, "Just in time, homey. Come on in y'all."

He looked at me then turned to Maggie saying, "Now you know, don't you." 

She just kept saying, "Oh Fuck, oh fuck Yessss" 

He said in reply, "Now you train your boy here. Do what I told you. You a black man's woman now." 

She lifted her hand from her head, opened her eyes looking at him. "No Sean, Really no. Really." 

He told her simply but forcefully, "Do it, now. My women don't ask why." 

I replied angrily, "Back off, man. Who the fuck you think you're talking to?" 

He said, "Sorry dude. My bad. Maggie, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

She looked at him, considered a moment, then held out her hands to me, sighed and said, "Ok. Come here, honey. Please." 

The bed was tall with a deep mattress, which brought it nearly waist high for me. "I need your kisses, desperately," she said. 

I approached her; she was still lying back and now rested her left leg on Sean's right thigh. We kissed and she gave me the most intense kiss I have gotten from her in a long while. 

She held my face in both hands and said, "Honey, I'm still so hot. I need you to kiss my breasts so bad. Show Sean how good you are. How you turn me on." 

I kissed and sucked each nipple. They were already raised to a level of tautness that showed she was still intensely aroused. Then she pushed my head with both her hands down her chest to her tummy. 

Maggie moaned, saying, "Baby, kiss my tummy, pleeease..."

I was game for it. I think that Debbie went over the other side of the bed to stand by Sean, who by this time leaned to his right and was deep kissing my wife again. 

Maggie kept guiding me downwards with her hands until I reached her usually downy pubic hair, now matted and gooey. I suddenly pulled back sharply as I felt and tasted not just her but something else as well. I think I knew by then what it was from the few times we had made love and I had gone down on her afterward. Hard to tell though, as she was a mix of scents and taste, mostly a salty little sweat beaded up on her skin.

I started to pull back even further, and I felt Sean lie back and say, "Girl ... Do like I said ...," again in a commanding voice. 

Maggie looked up into my eyes and pleaded with me to go back down on her. I decided that I would kiss her tummy but stop there. Putting my lips back on her tummy and circling her belly button. She moaned loudly, opened her legs wider, resting the one higher on Sean. She lifted her hips and pushed me forcefully to her pussy. I tried pulling back, but her hands around the back of my neck assured that was not going to happen. She moved -- squirmed really -- to keep my mouth planted on her. 

Slightly pissed off at the little game going on here, but becoming aroused despite it, I began to lick her, trying to ignore the mixed taste of her juices. She moved up and down, first in a slow rhythm, then steadily faster, urging me on, saying "Yesssss darling. Eat me, eat me so deep." 

As I began to satisfy her lust, she let up the pressure and instead simply stroked my hair lazily, moving her hips up and down slower as well. My head was down but I love to look up at her over her mound and her fine pubic hair (now matted with cum) into her eyes when I eat her. Sean was smiling and whispering something in her left ear and pinching her nipples with his free hand. 

After he finished, she nodded and told me quietly, "Oh yes, that's it. Get it all, honey. Deeper. Get it all. Please." With her right hand she stroked my hair and with her left she stroked Sean's face as he whispered to her and kissed her ear and nibbled her neck. She giggled and her mouth sought his for a deep kiss.

I felt the bed sink downward with the pressure of Debbie getting on the outside of the bed next to Sean and looking over, saw her starting to lick her man's wet member and his pubic hair, wet with Maggie's and his cum. While she did that, she scooted between his legs. Debbie's hand was on my buns, and she reached between my legs, gently squeezed my cock, and then cupped my balls. 

Sean moaned for Debbie and told her to get it all. Sean 'out-loud' whispered to Maggie, "Look at your man, licking our cum off your cunt. Looks right, don't it" While my cheeks burned with anger, but still she urged me on. She sucked Sean's tongue and rubbed his abs wile Debbie continued to suck him harder. His right hand held Debbie on his cock while his left was busy twisting Maggie's left nipple.

Maggie seemed to grow more insistent, telling me sharply, "Use your tongue for fuck sake. Deeper, deeper." 

My jaw was beginning to hurt from the pressure and from having my tongue so deeply inside her now circling her pussy, which was decidedly more swollen now, actually pulsing. 

Sean said to Maggie "That's it. It's all about controlling your hubby." 

After 10 or so minutes, Maggie lifted her hips and pushed the lowest reaches of her pussy into my face. I noticed the translucent fluid, and clearly understood what it was. I balked strongly, but she wouldn't let me pull back, trapping me with her thighs. 

She moaned, "Make me cum, honey. Make me cum again." 

I was torn between revulsion on one hand, and seeing Maggie in the throes of the most intense sexual heat I had ever seen in our years together. I loved seeing her body wracked with the pain of erotic abandon. 

I said to myself, "Screw it," and licked her clean, emulating what Debbie to my right had done.

Yes, I understand now as I write this that I had become a part of Sean's domination of my wife, but how could I argue with the fact that I was also giving Maggie more pleasure than I had in years. This was the tradeoff knew I would have to accept. My love for Maggie made it a no-brainer at the time. Still, there was a quiet voice in my head that whispered this experience could signal some kind of change in our relationship and the way we saw each other. I knew that the less Sean in our lives, the better.



Change of Style Ch. 05



What lessened the shame and annoyance for me was that Debbie, having finished cleansing Sean with her mouth, scooted under my bent knees and was starting to suck my cock as it hung, partly erect. Clearly, this was turning Sean on again, as for the first time I saw his cock beginning to stand up. He stroked himself a few times and then pushed me (gently but insistently) out of the way. I leaned back on my knees at the foot of the bed. Maggie threw her legs wide open, pushing her thighs down toward the mattress and then, licking her lips, reached up with open arms to accept him again (this would be the third time of the night she informed me when we discussed it three days later.) 

"You ready for your man again, girl?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh God Yes, YES... YES..." she replied without the slightest hesitation.

I had thought she might be slightly inhibited with me watching them so closely, or at least toned down her obvious passion a bit, but no. He moved between her open legs on bent knees and kissed her deeply. She thrust her chest up toward him, pulling him toward her. The contrast between them was stark in the dimly lit room. His darkness complemented her milky Irish skin.

I watched, absolutely spellbound as he entered her. Teasing her (and perhaps also to show me that Maggie was 'his' now), he lazily moved his cock head between Maggie's pussy lips. I watched from behind him, still at the foot of the bed and could see that he had not fully penetrated her. She looked up at him with furrowed brow.

Sean now pushed her to commit to him further, saying, "Now tell your cuck boy to go sit down over there."

Maggie, burning to climax again, looked at me and said sweetly, "Honey, would you mind watching us from over there?", waving toward the arm chair.

Sean instantly pulled his cock back, protesting, "No way, not like that. Tell him and say the words. Tell him he's your cuck now. I need to hear it and you need to hear yo'self say it."

She frowned, conflicted. After an awkward silence, she said quietly, "Be my sweet cuckold Jack. Show me how much you want me to make love to Sean... please show me." Then her eyes welling with tears, she added, "Oh, I love you Jack, really I do."

I was floored by her submission to him, but there was still a part of me that thought this was simply Maggie role playing. There wasn't an easy way to put a halt to the action at this moment, so I slowly backed away and became a spectator.

Sean said, "Riiiight... Perfect... Now, Beg me bitch."

Biting her lower lip, Maggie said, "Please? Please be inside me?"

Sean replied quickly, "Uh-uh. Not enough. Tell me you'll do anything for me."

Maggie frowned, glancing over at me, but decided: "Anything. ANYTHING... YESS... ANYTHING.... EVERYTHING...." Now I was far less certain this was play acting. Maggie was an assertive, sometimes domineering woman. To see her like this, supplication in her eyes, begging for this man was utterly foreign to me. Still, it was clear t everyone in the bedroom. She had made the decision.

And so had Sean, who decided that was sufficient for now. I watched as he thrust deeply into her, this time sinking his entire cock into her. This was territory he had not yet penetrated tonight, and as he stroked her savagely, it brought alternating looks of pain, then ecstasy to her face. With each thrust, she spread her thighs to maximize the depth of his penetration, and I could see her pussy stretching wide to accept his huge cock. On the quick following upstroke I watched her inner pussy lips, now stretched by his size, cling to his cock.

I noted with sharp irritation that they were not using a condom; clearly they hadn't used a condom while they were alone either.

It confirmed my already strong suspicion that when I went down on Maggie ten minutes before, that I had tasted more than my wife's juices alone. Oh well, fuck it. What's done is done. Still, I was annoyed, thinking that it was part of Sean's 'deal' as Debbie had put it. It really pissed me off, as Maggie and I agreed it would be a hard and fast rule. My face reddened to know that Maggie had surrendered everything to him.

(Three days later, when enough anger drained from me to talk with her about it, Maggie said that he was just so forceful and persuasive about how much stronger he would make her cum without one that she couldn't resist.)

Taking my right hand, Debbie pulled me from the bed, saying, "Come over here and sit. I'll make you feel very nice!"

She led me to a red and white checkerboard wingback chair that was positioned so that Maggie and Sean were about 6 feet from me and at a 45 degree angle. Their bodies moved in a hypnotic rhythm. Sean's mouth never left hers, and she held him intently, caressing the backs of his arms over and over, occasionally running her hands down his back and squeezing his dark ass passionately, before moving back to squeeze his arms over and over.

Maggie was clearly enraptured and not conscious of anything outside of Sean. While the tops of their torsos seemed moulded together, half dark brown and half milky white, Sean moved upwards a good 8" every time he pulled back before the next thrust. From my perch at an angle from them, I could see his shaft glistening, and got slightly jealous that he was raising such an extreme reaction from my sometimes lukewarm wife, to the point that I began to lose my stiffness.

Debbie pulled her mouth gently away, letting my foreskin slide back over the head of my penis, looked up and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

I stroked her hair, smiled and said softly, "It's ok. You're fine. It's me."

She scooted further between my legs, pulled my face down to look into her eyes, saying, "I told you that you might not be able to this, remember? Let's use the bathroom in the hall, and I'll finish you." 

I shook my head and simply continued to stare across the room. 

Sean was pumping her fast and hard now and this continued several minutes. Maggie locked her ankles around him, just at his waist and her arms held onto him on either side of his back. Maggie's pussy was making sweet little pussy farts and her eyes were closed in total rapture. Suddenly, on the upward stroke, he stopped, rested on his locked arms again.

Maggie, surprised, said, "NO, NO, NO.... Please... Don't stop... PLEEEASE... Oh Sean, Oh Sean".

"Look at me, girl" he said. She opened her eyes and looked deeply into his.

Sean said something like, "From now on. Only black, only me, right?" and Maggie pleaded with him to continue, raising her hips to force him deep inside again.

He resisted her thrust, telling her, "Say it, bitch." 

She looked deep into his eyes, bit her lower lip, then nodded and said, "Only black... only you... Anything for you.... Whatever you want; just fuck me please! Please... God please ..."

He sunk slowly into her, Then rose and stroked her deep and hard, resuming his pace. Debbie, looking at them over her shoulder abandoned me, her lost cause. She braced herself on my legs as she stood up. She turned her back on me as if I no longer existed. In a set of quick motions, she pulled her lingerie top over her head and pulled her panties down. I watched as the top fluttered down to the floor as if in slow motion.

Now, for the first time I saw her completely nude. She was really a really beautiful young woman. and clearly aroused by her man's domination of my wife's body and soul. I could see from the way she moved that she longed for Sean, and she too had the look of a woman willing to do anything for him.

She walked hesitantly to the side of the bed, and saying nothing, climbed up and lay on her side next to them. She began to caress his back and his ass longingly as he fucked my wife. At a couple points, as he slowed to change the rhythm and further enthrall Maggie, Debbie worked her finger in between his ass cheeks, and into him. The first time she fingered him, he flashed a smile, leaned over and kissed her. With her left hand she moved inside him and with her right, moved two fingers in and out of her womanhood, breathing heavily.



Change of Style Ch. 06



Over on the armchair, without understanding why or how, I became incredibly hard. I watched this trio and became more turned on than I thought I could ever be, even to the point where my legs were trembling. I started to work my member back and forth with one hand, while reaching to the side table for a wad of tissues with the other. I knew I needed to climax, and I couldn't stop myself from doing this.

I thought enviously how much I wanted to be riding either Maggie or Debbie, but the night was lost to me for that. Maybe even more than the night.

Sean kept saying softly to Maggie (but loud enough for me to hear), "You mine now. From now on, I say come, you say yes sir. Understand?"

To which Maggie always responded, "Yes, anything. Anything."

Sean added, "Sir...". 

Maggie hesitated more, and still more. To her, this may have gone beyond role playing. 

Finally, Maggie closed her eyes and said, "Sir," and reached up around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her neck. In return, he sucked on her neck, leaving more of the marks that would persist for the next seven days. At least for this night, she was his -- submissive to his wants and desires.

At first, I was sure this was just role playing, but now, not that sure. I wondered if, to Maggie, this was somehow more than a surrender to the lust of the moment. I admit even now to being confused.

Sean resumed fucking her rapidly. In thinking back about it, the guy had stamina, I have to admit. Maggie resumed moaning loudly suddenly cried out, and both Sean and Debbie muffled her, so as to not alarm the rest of the establishment. Obvious to everyone in the room, she was cumming and cumming hard. Even from 6 feet away, I could see that Sean and she were sweating like racehorses and her body bucked violently upwards as she gripped Sean's arms tightly. Exhausted, she fell back. 

Sean said, "I need to finish, baby. This might take a while, understand?" I didn't wonder, as they had certainly already climaxed together previously.

She nodded and then he lifted her left leg over his right shoulder. 

Pumping her that way, I heard her saying, "Oh oh god, sooooo deep!" 

Watching her man, Debbie stroked her own mound with delicate hands in and out so fast, I could hardly follow her motion. Sean continued almost 5 minutes more. 

I heard Maggie say, "Hurts, it hurts.... So deep.. Too deep... God, I can feel you hittin' my womb, baby... Ohhh....." once, but still making no motion to stop him. 

Sean replied, "Yeah, I know. B'leive me, you'll get to love that feels sugar. An' any man you can't feel in your womb ain't worth yo' time. "

As I watched, Sean went about fucking Maggie with renewed intensity; the back of his head was now covered in tiny beads of sweat, and likewise his powerful black butt as he moved swiftly forward and backwards. Next he gripped Maggie's ass with both hands, tilting her crotch for even deeper penetration. As he moved onto his knees, he rested her butt cheeks on his thighs. For my vantage point, I could now see his cock penetrating Maggie, pounding her pussy. His balls, which had been hanging low for the last several minutes began lifting and tightening in preparation for pumping sperm into his partner, my wife. His cock was so long that every stroke took more than a second to complete.

Maggie's moans of pain now turned simply to moans and little purrs. Her breathing grew short and from my vantage point, I could see her right breast and nipple showing renewed excitement. Maggie began rocking and pushing her hips upward rapidly to meet his thrusts. Suddenly, Sean's face was screwed into that face all men make during orgasm as he came in cascades, grunting loudly. On his rising strokes I could see streams of cum coating his cock.

He shoved deeply a few more times as his shaft lost its blood. Finally, he pulled Maggie's leg off his shoulder, pushed himself from between her wobbly parted legs and lay back contentedly at the side of the bed with Maggie between himself and Debbie. Debbie licked her fingertips and playfully reached over to twist Maggie's nipples. To my complete and utter surprise, she simply lay back and let this happen, not moving to push Debbie away; rather she lazily watched Debbie through half opened eyes, then reached out to stroke Debbie's blond hair. Debbie sucked her nipples, not deeply but in an almost childlike fashion. I had never seen Maggie show the slightest interest in another woman, and yet tonight, she had no problem with it at all. I guess there's a first time for everything.

Sean finally opened his eyes to look over in my direction. He caught me as I stroked my own shaft with urgency, nearly at the point of no return. 

He nudged Maggie's right shoulder with his left elbow and said, "Hey look over there. See that. See how your man gets off from watching us. Tha's how you treat a white hubby. Look at him - he's lovin' this."

She simply nodded with a look of disgust, then quickly looked away from me.

At that point, I felt both ashamed but beyond the point of no return. I exploded into the tissue and bit my lower lip, wanting to blend into the wallpaper.

Sean lay back and finding Maggie's dress by the side of the bed used it to wipe the sweat from his torso and neck. Looking over at Maggie, he said, "It's time now Maggie. Do that thing we talked about"

Maggie, now sated sexually, and very much in awe of Sean, complied to her lover's demand without hesitation.

"Jack, please come over here and join us," She said softly, "Show me that you liked me making love with Sean... please... show me."

Then her eyes welling with tears, she added, "Oh, I love you so much tonight Jack, really I do."

I moved slowly to the bed as if under a spell. I have never been able to say no to Maggie.

Sean laughed and shook his head then said to me, "I DID tell you not to bet against me. Alright, let's do this thing. Maggie, grab your man's dick, shove the head up against my head - like docking two boats."

She pulled me by my dick, which had lost its erection and then touched my pale head against his much larger dark chocolate one, lining up our slits.

"A'ight, now slide my foreskin all the way down over his dick; Tha's it sugar. Go ahead, cover as much of his little dick as you can. Tha' shouldn't be hard." Sean explained, moving his body to face me.

Sean winked in a 'just kidding' way. I didn't think it was particularly funny.

Sean said, laughing heartily, adding an aside to me, "I'm jes messin' with ya. No Hard feelings, dawg. Right?"

Maggie did as he instructed, as I watched his foreskin cover my flaccid penis almost completely. Maggie stroked his foreskin back and forth over mine, as if instinctively knowing what Sean wanted. I felt a creepy chill up my spine, and almost wretched convulsively. She continued to stroke several more times as I watched my penis disappear, engulfed by his loose foreskin. Finally, he pulled her hand off, broke the contact, then lay back on the bed, his phallus growing in size again.

At the time, I didn't understand the symbolic significance of his action; I thought it was just some creepy spur of the moment thing he dreamed up. Only days later did I 'get it'. For one thing, Sean didn't intend the 'sharing' as a once-in-a-lifetime event (again I didn't understand this in the heat of the moment.) More than that, Sean was showing Maggie that he was now taking charge of her sexually. By making my dick literally 'disappear' he was sending her a not so subtle message. And finally, by making her cover my penis with his using her own hand, then watching as she stroked, Maggie was actively agreeing to the conditions he laid down. In the symbolic language of interracial domination, Sean had 'mounted' me and become the alpha male in my wife's eyes.

"Listen Jack, you are a terrific husband to yo' woman. Thank you for sharing your wonderful wife with me. She is without a doubt the hottest white pussy I have ever had. That little cock slut over there could take a few lessons," he said looking over at Debbie whose face had turned a crimson red. He added, "Maggie, you should thank Jack for sharing you. He's a very rare man, and you should show your appreciation to him."

He stuck out his big paw to shake my hand. I didn't know whether to take it or swing at him. I decided on the former and simply shook his hand.

Maggie and I both dressed hastily. Sean asked her - politely - whether he could keep her panties. Blushing, she obediently handed them to him. 

By this time it was nearly 3 AM, and very clearly the house wanted to close down for the night. In-ceiling lights, which I had never noticed before, flicked on and off a few times rapidly. I collected my clothes, and dressed, wiping my shaft one last time. We both said our goodbyes right then and there. 

Sean told me, "That was for rizzle, You're alright, for playing along Jim." 

And then, as Debbie walked over to me, I looked at her leggy form appreciatively. She sat astride my legs, kiss me and give me a passionate hug. It felt so good to have her bare breast against my chest, that my spirits and my sense of my own manhood started to revive.

While Debbie and I hugged, I saw Maggie kiss Sean, his thick full lips covering hers completely. 

Debbie whispered into my ear my cell number is "___ ___ ____. Let's give Sean a little payback? I really want to hook up with you alone; not here; my apartment and soon. And I promise I am going to fuck your brains out!" 

I was shocked by the invitation. Apparently, Debbie was also not impressed by Sean's performance tonight and didn't like his attitude any more than I did. 

I thought to myself, "Sean, my friend, paybacks are HELL. And I can't wait to start making some deposits."

We passed our black hostess (still looking wonderfully sensual,) while putting on our coats. In the inrush of air from the open front door, I caught her scent which was an erotic mixture of musk and sex. Clearly, she had been making love tonight, and for a moment, I envied the man (or men.) My penis twinged once in an involuntary reaction to her. My body was already thinking about its future agenda.

She said heartily, "I hope you enjoyed yourselves. Please come back again real soon."

I was discovering what a lot of others swinging novices generally discover quickly, which was that swingers are some of the most outgoing and friendly people anywhere.

We walked out into the night and toward our car. There was only one other house even remotely close (perhaps a half mile toward the entrance of the dead end road); I figured the neighbors either had to be heavy sleepers or deaf not to notice this pattern every Friday and Saturday night.

Maggie and I didn't say a single word to each other for fifteen minutes. 

Finally, I broke the ice saying, "Well, that was sure intense!" 

She was looking out the passenger window, and replied simply, "Uh-huh, intense," without ever looking over at me. I felt that she was ashamed of me for making myself climax while I watched her fuck. For my part, I was even more ashamed that I had allowed her lover to symbolically mount me as well.

When we reached our townhouse, she showered quickly and threw on flannel pajamas, still not talking. I took a quick shower, jumped into bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke with a raging erection, and began waking Maggie with little kisses and reached under her top to caress her. 

She said simply, "Jack, are you crazy? Not now baby; I am so fucking sore. He stretched me so wide, I could probably give birth to a pony." 

I laughed, then she laughed and said, "I think I need a couple days to recover. Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday?"

I asked whether all that domination game was real or simply play, and she said, "Honey, you're the only one I care about. Just a game, sweetie."

I asked, "What was all that weird crap at the end? A game too?" She laughed and said, "of course honey!"



Change of Style Ch. 07



January 21

On Wednesday night, Maggie still said she wasn't ready but then mentioned that she had really loved watching me stroke myself to a climax last weekend.

"I love watching you cum that way, sweetie. Do it for me again, please...?" she said with a sad puppy face.

We kissed warmly and my erection began to rise, but she took my hands off her breasts, when I cupped them, remarking that they were still too sore. I asked her to suck me for a while, and she did that lightly for a minute or so, then put her hand around mine which she then moved onto my dick. Together, we stroked my shaft for a few times, then she laid back to watch me. I closed my eyes thinking of how much I would rather be inside her than this. I began to flag a bit, but then strangely, as thoughts of Maggie with Sean started creeping into my head and again I got intensely erect. Five minutes later, I came explosively. 

Maggie tousled my hair and kissed my cheek warmly. "That's my good boy," she said, cuddling close to me.

"Were you thinking about me when you came?" she asked, still caressing my face, "Or were you thinking about Sean inside me, and how you liked seeing it?"

She raised and eyebrow, as if already knowing my answer.

I lied telling her, "I was thinking of you, only you honey. I would rather have been inside you though."

Without thinking, she blurted out, "well if you were 10 shades darker, and 5 inches longer, and twice as thick, you would have."

A stone silence hung in the air for a few seconds and then we both laughed so hard there were tears in both our eyes.

January 30

It's Friday now, over two weeks later, we still haven't been intimate; I am waiting for her to be ready for me to try a little of the old magic on her. I have made moves but either got the old headache response or no response at all. Her sexual appetite seems to be pretty sated still. Three or four times more she has laid with me watching me masturbate myself to climax, starting me off with her hand over mine then lying back to urge me on, again telling me how much she enjoyed watching me play with myself while Sean fucked her. I hate knowing that I came while thinking about Sean mounting her, and remembering her explosive orgasms with him. In my mind's eye, I could sometimes see her begging Sean to fuck her, stroking his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. One of the times, I caught myself thinking how much I wanted to see her responding to Sean again. Since the night he first fucked her, my only release of sexual tension has been through masturbation, with Maggie afterward tousling my hair and telling me how much that turned her on.

Later that day, after we saw our daughter off to school for the start of Spring semester, I tried to arouse Maggie as we lay in front of the fireplace. I pulled her panties down intending to go down on her. I noticed bruises on the inside of both her thighs and started to comment. She abruptly pulled her panties back up, telling me that she wanted me to eat her out later, and promised the weekend would be special for us both.

January 31


I got the credit card statement in yesterday's mail, and noted two extremely large items, a bill from Victoria's Secret and another from Macy's. It puzzled me and when I quizzed her about it, she blushed and said, "Oh gosh sweetie. I suppose I DID go a little overboard. But now that I have not one but TWO hot stud muffins to dress for and seduce, I need to spend a little more."

I looked incredulous, and blurted out, "what the ... what the.. two??"

"Jack, you know that you are and always will be my number one stud muffin, silly," she smiled at me and took my hand asking me to sit with her in the family room.

"And of course now that you agreed to share me with Sean, I want to look nice for him too, honey. Honey, don't be a cheapskate about this," she said, patting my face.

Maggie gently took my hand and stroked it gently.

"Jack, there's something I need to tell you, and I don't want you to get upset," She said in a gentle voice, biting her lower lip and looking at me apprehensively.



She continued, "As I said, I love you very much. Of course I do. And I know I haven't been very, well responsive to you lately, and well I don't want to be dishonest, honey. I haven't been aroused by you because, well... well, the thing is I can't get Sean out of my head. Every time I daydream, I can almost feel his thick hot lips on my body, feel his hands, smell his musky scent. When I dream, I can see his naked body standing over me, waving his cock back and forth and telling me to suck it.

I replied, "Maggie, I think you're probably just fantasizing. That's ok."



Maggie looked away from me, staring blankly into space and continued, "Jack, Sean called me two days after we played with him, and well to make a long story short, he asked me out on a date tonight. I know you don't mind, but I just felt awkward bringing it up."

I shook my head angrily and replied, "Don't mind? Like hell! What gave you that idea?"

Maggie dried her eyes, and steadfastly held her ground. Frowning crossly she said, "Now wait just a minute, Jack. You were the one who wanted me to try a black guy in the first place. You challenged him to take me away from you; don't say you don't remember that!"

My jaw dropped as she continued, "So you don't go blaming me for getting hooked on the experience. And furthermore, you really got off on it too - and we BOTH know you did. I will never forget the sight of you stroking your own little peenie as you watched him make love to me. Don't you think that made an impression?"

Then she dealt the trump card, "Well, and of course the other thing, you let me crown him. Didn't you understand what that meant?"

I looked quizzically, "Crowned? I don't understand. What the hell is 'crowned'?"

She looked angrily at me, "When I slid his cock over your dick, remember? That is giving a woman's black lover explicit permission to take her. Whenever the woman does that with her own hand and her man lets her, it's like, I dunno, giving him permission or something. D'uhhh... Don't pretend you weren't there or that you didn't understand that!"

She pounded me on my chest, adding, "After seeing the way that Sean's cock completely engulfed your dick that night, I felt it deep inside - we both accepted him as my lover; didn't you feel that too? And another thing - I know you really enjoyed watching us fuck, didn't you? Didn't you?"

My face turned red and the veins in my forehead stood out, "No way. Absolutely not, Maggie. That's a lie!"

She smiled at me, sarcasm dripping from her lips, "Oh really?"

At that I blew up. For one thing, For nor thing, I knew nothing about the symbolic meaning of the crowning thing. For another, I now noticed that she was calling my once proud cock a 'peenie' now, while she referred to Sean's member as a cock. Where the hell did that come from. Was she reacting to what she perceived as a 'shortcoming' on my part or to the strength of Sean as a superior lover?

She folded her arms and sat back. Then she massaged my right leg. "Jack I need you to understand that I love you dearly and I always will, but Sean really drives me wild sexually. He touches me in places that you just can't. But Jack, I want you to be a part of it and enjoy this new experience WITH me."

"Be a part .... I don't understand what you want from me? How can I be a 'part' of something I don't even understand; what does that even mean," I challenged.

"Honey, we have just been through this. Secretly you DO approve and we both know it. Admit it, every time you jerk off now, you think of him inside me. I can see it in your face. Can't we both be honest about that? Be supportive of me honey, and I promise you will come to enjoy this even more than you do now. Together we'll go places you never knew you could go." She smiled and stroked my cheek.

My face burned with embarrassment, and I refused to admit even a little bit of truth in what she said.

She moved closer and then, taking my face in her hands kissed me deeply, her tongue found mine and we were kissing hotly. Her hand slid over my thigh. when she found my dick, growing erect from our deep kissing, she looked into my eyes and said, "I know what's wrong with my tiger. You're probably really horny, baby."

Damn right I was horny. No sex for weeks will do that to a man. We moved toward the long sofa, and she turned up the radio. It was tuned to a local hip hop station, which confused the hell out of me as Maggie had always disliked rap music intensely; in the last week or so though, she had been listening to it exclusively.

"Maggie, you hate that kind of music," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Nuh-uh, baby. Not anymore. I am only now beginning to listen to the lyrics. Really powerful stuff. Kind of keeps me turned on, ya know? Besides, the beat is great to fuck to. Anyway, come on over here."

As she started to unzip my jeans and release my aching penis, she pushed me gently down onto the sofa and I scooted back until I was lengthwise on it. My dick sprang up hard and she appraised it with a smile. She sat on the floor next to me and tenderly kissed one side of the shaft. Taking a single deep breath she then engulfed my entire penis with her mouth, something I never knew she was capable of. I could feel my whole member deep in her mouth and throat as she went down and then up on me repeatedly. I was in heaven, feeling her soft lips and the liquid heat of her mouth. I moaned out loud and she hummed, "mmmmmmmmm."

After a bit, she disgorged me and started to stroke me with her free hand.

"God, Maggie, where did you learn that?" I asked, knowing that she had never taken me that deeply in all our years.

She smiled wickedly and said, "Mmmmmm ... I'm glad you liked it. I have been practicing -- now that I have my other stud muffin to please, I need to be able to suck a much much larger cock."

Maggie winked at me and, kissed my abs, then purred in a sweet low voice, "Yummm... My sweet tiger is soooooo hard. lie back and close your eyes, babe. Tell me what you're thinking of. Can you think of me with Sean?"

Closing my eyes, at first I frowned, not wanting those images to come but then nodded my head. As a journalist with an eye for detail, I could easily see them with my eyes closed, just as they were two weeks ago.

Maggie continued to stroke my shaft, and then picking up my hand and covering with hers, put it on my shaft and together we stroked my erection.

"Tell me, tiger, what do you see. C'mon, don't be shy. Tell me everything," she said sweetly.

I really didn't want to play this game, but she insisted, "You know you can't forget it. I want to know everything you saw and felt, sweetie."

"Ummm... Well, I can see Sean's dark skin against your milky whiteness... Your legs bent at your knees.... I can see him pushing your legs apart and moving between them. I can see ...", I squinted harder behind my closed eyelids, "Now I can see him rubbing the head of his cock up and down against the slit of you pussy. His head is really huge and your lips are swollen for him."

"Mmmmmmmm. Yesssss..... So hot. I can remember that too; tell me more, darling," she said, urging me on.

"Now... now you take his shaft and guide it to your pussy. I can see him thrust in a few inches to lock into your vagina. You gasp and pull on his arms," I continue.

Maggie removed her hand from mine, and I continue to stroke as she massaged my chest. "Tell me more, my sweet stud guy."

I force my eyes closed and recall more details, "I can smell his musky odor all the way across the room. I see you breathing deeply and as he pushes his cock in you, I can see how much your pussy is stretched by him. Looks like it must hurt."

"Oh god yes, Jack. It hurt soooooo good. You have no idea how good it felt," she said excitedly.

Continuing to stroke myself rhythmically, I continued, "Now I can see how he leaned down and tugged on your nipple with his bare teeth. i see the pain in your face, but you hold his head in place and scream for him not to stop. It's so hot for me to see you begging him."

"Oh Yesss. It just intensified the pleasure of being fucked by him. I could feel him filling my vagina through the whole length of it. Ohhhhh... Go on Baby, go on," she begged me.

By this time, my penis was stretched to an erection so large it was almost painful. I didn't want to cum, but I couldn't stop myself from stroking my cock faster and faster.

"What else... I can see him sucking all around your breasts, leaving welts... You had hickeys there for a week... Now, he's moving to his knees. You're scooting under him," I continued, reliving the night.

Maggie sat on the floor next to me, reliving the experience dreamily, "Yessss... I remember.... I remember him on his knees, moving my hips so that he could penetrate me so deep. I felt his cock reach me EVERYWHERE in my vagina. Every time I felt him thrust, a huge thrill ran all through my body. "

By this time, my abs were churning, my dick aching to ejaculate, and my balls were tightening, ready to pump out my cum.

I stroked furiously as Maggie encouraged me, "Feel it with me. Feel Sean make my body tremble with ecstasy. He's ready to pump so much hot cum in me... cum with him, baby. I can feel the heat of his cock and now his cum filling me. Oh yes.... stroke your little peenie and cum, honey."

I couldn't hold back a moment longer. My cock was aching and ready to explode. In a split second, my balls pulsed sending a huge spurt of my cum almost all the way up my chest.

Again and again I spurted, my body responding to the memory of Maggie writhing in ecstasy, clutching at Sean's body, grasping him tight against her. I collapsed, nearly exhausted from the incredible strength of my self induced orgasm. Maggie told me to open my eyes; I did that and saw her big smile.

"That's my sweet guy. See how great that was, honey?" Maggie said, then continued to stroke my face tenderly, "See how good that made you feel?"

She patted the sofa space between us, and said, "Look I know this is coming at you fast and it's all a bit of a blow to your pride - why do you guys always feel like you have to be so macho? Why don't you put your head down on my lap and let me stroke your hair while you fall asleep baby."

Exhausted and tired of fighting what seemed to be a lost battle, I succumbed to her invitation. I put my head down and she smoothed my hair and caressed my face for several minutes.

I fell into a restful sleep, having given up, or perhaps just settling into the role my wife had defined for me. Several minutes, perhaps a half hour later, I heard to soft gong of her mobile's ring tone and felt her slide out from under my head.

I drifted in an out of sleep for a few more minutes, then woke lazily, missing the warmth of her thigh under my head. From the kitchen in the distance, I heard the murmur of conversation. Maggie was talking on the phone. In my bare feet, I moved silently across the carpet and stood out of sight, listening and catching snatches of the discussion. The hip hop continued to drone on the FM so that the noise covered my movement.

"...No, no problems... ...uh huh, yeah; doing everything just like the manual explains... ...I keep making him jerk off and think of us. He just did it again now and -- oh my god -- it works just like it says it would. Holy crap, he practically hit the ceiling with his load a few minutes ago...", she said on her side of the conversation, then laughed suddenly. I could hear a deep laugh on the other end of the call, muffled by Maggie's cheek against the phone.

"I have to tell you though, his cock looked soooo good, I was tempted to cave in on this whole thing; just strip off and ride him like a cowgirl... ....Mmmmmm, he still gives me shivers, Sean... ...huh?... ...NO! Of course I didn't let him fuck me... ... that's page one of the manual baby... ... in big bold type... 'Deny your cuckold all sex unless it involves dreaming about you and your lover'... ... Sean, I AM reading the manual ...", Maggie continued talking.

And now I knew who was on the other side of the phone call. Suddenly I shifted my weight and a floorboard creaked. Maggie let out a little scream and fumbled the phone, almost dropping it. She put it back to her ear, saying, "You still there? It was just my very wonderful husband creeping up on me... ...really... ...are you sure... ...Ok, sure ..."

Maggie turned to me, offering me the phone, "Honey, It's Sean on the line. He would like to talk with you. Here."

I took it from her, looking at it like it was an alien artefact. I stared at it for a few more seconds then lifted it to my ear, then said, "Uh yeah... What..."

On the other end of the call, I heard his voice speaking in a friendly tone, "Hey dawg. How you been. Ain't talked in -- what -- a couple few weeks now."

I said absolutely nothing. An uncomfortable silence of several seconds followed.

Sean picked up the conversation, not taking my hint that there was nothing to talk about, "Listen, bro. I really want to thank you for rizzle for sharing Maggie. It takes a real confident man to be able to do that. I get it how hard it is. But dig, they ain't hardly a white gal that don't rather have a black man. Together, we givin' Maggie everything she needs. From me, she get what she need in bed, from you all that respectability and shit. So everything be cool, right?"

More silence on my side of the phone. Unhampered, Sean, plunged forward, "Look, I want to ask you to understand something Jack. Maggie's shy to ask this, but I asked her on a date tonight and she really wants to come out wif' me. Only with yo' permission of course. And I want to show her some 'preciation, you know? You don't mind right, bro? We cool?"

I balled my free hand into a fist. In the corner, Maggie stood, nervously nibbling her fingernail.

Finally, I spoke. "Sean, whatever. If that's what Maggie wants."

Sean's voice was suddenly cheery, "Great, can you just tell her I'll pick her up at 9? And tell her to dress sexy!"

"Uh, yeah. Wait, you know our address?" I asked.

"Ummm, well, I think I maybe can find it. Thanks. You da man," he offered, terminating the conversation.

I turned to Maggie, hanging up the phone. "Your other 'stud muffin' says he'll pick you up at 9. And be sure to dress like a slut. Shouldn't be hard."

Maggie smiled like a schoolgirl, "Oh thank you my sweetest love. Thank you so much. I promise this is going to work out baby, and I want you to be my partner in everything. You are a wonderful husband."

She threw her arms around me and for the first time in a long while she gave me a long passionate kiss. "I love you honey, but I really need this too. We both know it."

She smiled warmly and then offered, "Oh Jack sweetie, you look dejected. There's no reason to worry about being excluded. Honey, there's a place for you in this relationship, I wouldn't leave the love of my life out! You're very important to me, and even to Sean believe it or not."

Looking into my eyes, she continued, "I promise to help you enjoy this new open relationship honey. let's start right now. I want you to help me get ready for my date. And I want you to help me get ready for all my dates with Sean. And another thing. I want to feel your wonderful tongue on my pussy whenever you want -- especially after Sean and I make love. You soothe me so much after he ravages me. And I just you know that you loved the taste of our cum. Come on now, my sweet stud muffin, admit that much at least!"

Seeing that I was still resisting, she added, "Oh, and of course, Sean will let you watch sometimes. You just have to promise not to interfere. You can just watch to your hearts content and stroke your peenie, while I watch you lovingly. Doesn't that sound great?"




Change of Style Ch. 07



I listened patiently, then my curiosity got the better of me. "Maggie, I thought I heard you mention something about 'the manual' or something? What were you talking about?"

Maggie chewed on her lower lip, looked thoughtful and said, "Oh that. That's nothing sweetie. Just a book Sean gave me; it's about having an open relationship, like ours. it has advice for me about helping you to accept and enjoy things. Nothing to worry about. Now help me get ready baby?"



Change of Style Ch. 08



January 31 (9 PM)

Maggie has been like a nervous teenage schoolgirl for the last couple hours. Not entirely into the spirit of the evening, I nevertheless love my wife loved seeing the transformation the excitement had made. I fixed her a warm bubblebath infused with mango oil, and she luxuriated in that until she got 'prune fingers' and toes. As she was drying off, she did a couple spins in front of the mirror and then stopping in mid twirl, looked at her pubic area and then asked me whether her bush needed to be trimmed I said it looked fine to me (and it did). Maggie on the other hand had a more critical opinion of her looks. She frowned and sitting on the edge of the tub handed me the shave gel and razor, asked me trim her landing strip. I knew how important it was to her, so I lavished extra time and attention to getting every stray hair and making both sides even. I leaned back to admire my work. Her pussy looked frankly gorgeous to me and caught in the moment I leaned forward and spreading her legs I started to tongue her labia.

Maggie leaned back a bit and pushed her pussy lips and clit toward my lips. My lips were hungry for her and sinking low on my knees, I dove in passionately devouring her freshly bathed pussy, drinking in the fragrance of her arousal. Her labia started to swell and as I looked up from my kneeling position I could see her nipples pushing out from her naturally uptilted breasts. Encouraged, I redoubled my efforts, pushing her thighs apart, ignoring the bruises I saw there. Obviously, passion marks are a mark of ownership for the giver and an acknowledgement of submission by the receiver -- I had a strong suspicion where those hickeys came from but didn't really want to know the truth then and there anyway.

I was determined to make Maggie appreciate my abilities, and my tongue was all over her pussy, here circling her clit, there diving deep between her lips to touch her vaginal walls as deep as my determination would take me. The results were nothing short of stunning. Maggie hands were clenched, gripping the edge of the tub for support, writhing in joy, and alternating between moaning loudly and screaming my name. She held my head deeply between her thighs and I continued to lick her labia from south to north, teasing her clit with every upstroke. After several minutes, the pace of her breathing quickened dramatically. She pulled my head into her soaking crotch with both hands, holding me tight as she came in multiple shuddering waves. 

After several long seconds, she released me, still breathing heavily, saying, "Oh my God, you're so wonderful, so incredible. That was the biggest orgasm I have had in like forever. My sweetest husband, I love you so much. I had forgotten how wonderful and talented you are."

I can hardly express how much her orgasm and those words lifted me, then she added, "I hope you're awake when we get home. I can't wait to feel your talented mouth on me again."

This brought me down immediately and reminded me of my place in the new order of our evolving sexual relationship. I continued to help Maggie prepare consisted by doing her nails, top and bottom in a vibrant crimson. She asked for my opinion on which dress to wear, modeling both for me. I was shocked at how over the top both were. One was a black chiffon, trimmed in silver below her breasts and extremely open at the back, right down to the curve of her buns; the other was a very revealing red satin number, barely covering her breasts above her nipples, and almost all the way up her thighs. The latter was in my opinion far too slutty, so of course that's the one she chose.

She decided on real nylons and shimmied into a lace-trimmed black garter belt, one of the items she had just gotten from Victoria Secret. She asked me to straighten her stockings and fasten them to the belt. I knelt down and as I ran my hands over her legs, my dick began to stiffen. My heart raced with excitement from the closeness of her. Her scent, the curve of her hips, the feel of her body heat were intoxicating to me. My loins ached with desire to be inside her. Then I felt gut wrenching angst as I realized her pussy was off limits to me tonight; that I was helping her prepare for a date with a man I could barely tolerate.

Maggie is a shoe-a-holic, so selecting a pair was a major effort. When she finally selected a pair of white 4" heels, she sat down on the edge of the bed and told me to fasten them for her. As I held each of her thighs, my erection grew and a tiny leakage of pre-cum lubricated the head of my phallus. I ran my hands up and down her legs, feeling her curves. Maggie sensing my excitement and desire, pushed me aside saying, "Easy tiger."

I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties and asked her about it. She said she hadn't decided whether to go with panties or not. She liked the smooth look of having no panty line to spoil the close-fitting dress she had on. I fumed inside at knowing that she would be even more easily available to Sean. Still I had to face facts that this was not a 'date' in the old school sense of the word. She WOULD wind up being fucked by him tonight at some point, and probably multiple times.

When she was finally ready, she spun around and asked me, "How do I look?"

I replied without hesitation, "Good enough to fuck!"

She laughed, replying, "I hope so sweetie."

That hurt me more than I can find the words to express. A part of me was incredibly jealous, but another part of me understood that she was a black man's woman now. Her body, her libido, and her desire were all tuned to a higher state of pleasure than she would be able to achieve with me. Like an addicted person, she could not be satisfied with me as an equal partner in bed.

The door bell rang and Maggie, still applying lipstick asked me to answer it. Sean was on the porch in a slick silver-grey suit with a shirt open half way to his waist, looking every bit the pimp I felt that he was. He walked right in and held out a hand for me to shake. I looked at him as if he was from Mars and luckily Maggie walked down the stairs just in time to break the icy tension.

"Girl, you look good enough to eat. And believe me I will," he said laughingly, then added, 'Did you pack a toothbrush?"

Maggie blushed, but said, "In my purse. Can we go now?"

"Not yet, baby. Don't you have some words for Jack?" then he added, "I hope thas' all y'all packed. You ain't brought them nasty pills did you?"

I looked at them both, "Pills?"

Maggie cleared her throat explaining, "It's nothing Jack. Sean wants me off birth control, and I have explained to him that it's a very serious commitment for a woman to carry a man's child. Way beyond having fun in bed. Rest assured I am still protected."

She patted her purse as if to emphasize the point.

Sean moved into her grinding his crotch into hers, "Baby, after you feel this inside you a few mo' times, you be beggin' me to breed you."

As he grabbed her ass, forcing her dress to ride up to her pubic area, he felt her bare skin.

"Oh girl, you ain't wearin no drawers?" he remarked lifting an eyebrow.

Maggie thought about it a few seconds, then told me, "Jack, be a sweetie and get me a white thong from the middle drawer."

I scurried up the stairs to fetch a pair, noticing from the corner of my eye that they had already started kissing. Feeling around in her ligerie drawer, I pickes a sheer, transparent white pair at first, then decided on a slightly more modest opaque synthetic set. As my hand withdrew, I knocked aside her tampon box and noticed the thick magazine style pamphlet for the first time. I picked it up, and saw the cover, which read:

 "White Wife. Black Lover. White Husband. A Complete Guide to Managing Your Cuckold."

The cover photograph showed an obviously very pregnant blond, standing with her back against a tall black guy. His coal black hands were cradling her belly and her pale white hands happily covering his. In the background was a middle aged white guy, smiling happily at his wife and her lover.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. So this was the 'manual' Maggie had been talking about to Sean during their 'phone conversation. I started leafing through and stopped at the table of contents. the chapter title was very suggestive. Suggestive enough to explain what Maggie had meant about 'doing everything the manual explains.'

There was a chapter on "Channeling and Redirecting Your Hubby's Sexual Energy," and another explained how to prepare a husband emotionally entitled "From Hubby to 'Gal Pal'." There were several others, one called "In Praise of His Talented Tongue: Finally a Use for Hubby," and one particularly disturbing in view of the discussion he just heard focusing on "Black-Bred: Dealing With Pregnancy, Planned and Unplanned."

I quickly flipped to Chapter 1 and started scanning. It began:

"Face facts. You've 'gone black' (or you're seriously thinking about it) and you already know you're not going back. Every time you daydream or squeeze your thighs together, you can feel that big fat cock pumping inside you, touching you in places hubby can't even dream of. When you close your eyes, you can smell his funky musk; you salivate thinking of taking his cock in your mouth. You got it bad, white sista. So have the authors of this Guide. Between the two of us, we have been black bred five times and still we're 'married' to white hubbies!

How did we manage it? How do we use hubby to provides us financial security and the social status that a white man brings and still fuck a real man every night in the comfort of our own beds? This guide will reveal all the secret techniques, known by an increasing number of happy white wives, for turning your white hubby into a willing cuckold; someone who will help you get ready for a date, cheer you on from the sidelines, and lick your pussy clean the next morning.

In this Guide, we'll take you step by step to managing the new freedom and power that being a black man's woman gives you. You already sense the change in you, now create the change in him, your hubby. The first rule we're going to give you might seem crazy at first, but it's critical:

 DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES FUCK YOUR CUCKOLD!

Trust us! If you backslide, if you have a weak moment, if you break his training you'll have to start all over again. If he insists, always remember, you can use the trusty standby, 'Darling he left my pussy so sore it hurts. Let's wait a few days.' The second rule is also critical:

 DENY YOUR CUCKOLD ANY FORM OF SEX THAT IS NOT CHANNELED THROUGH YOU AND YOUR LOVER.

We will explain 'channeling' and use it over and over (and so will you!)"

I was so absorbed in reading this that I almost didn't hear Maggie calling insistently from the foyer, "Honey, where are we with those panties?"

I shoved the book back under her box of tampons and sauntered back downstairs. Sean was standing behind Maggie, holding her in an eerie echo of the book cover.

Maggie asked me sweetly, "Could you slip them on me darling?"

Even though I had an inkling of the game being played on me, I was too shell shocked to do anything but comply. As she spread her legs, I knelt down at her feet. Putting one hand on my head to steady herself, she slid one foot into the leg hole. As I looked up, I saw them both staring down on me, smiling. She stepped through the other side, and I slid them up to her hips, straightening them.

I stood up just as Sean said, "I don't see why you bothered. She will be beggin' me to rip 'em off her ten minutes after we leave."

Maggie interjected, "Hey wait ... twenty minutes at least!"

A complete and utter silence filled the foyer, and then all three of us simultaneously broke out into heady laughter despite the awkwardness of the situation. Some things are just funny no matter what.

With that, Maggie pulled me aside, and said, "Don't play with that little thing while we're gone. I have big plans for that."

She cupped my balls and even though I knew now it was a lie, I still hoped anyway. Giving me a little peck on the cheek, she turned to Sean and said, "Ready baby?"

Sean looked at me and said, "Don't worry 'bout nothin' Jack, I will have her back tomorrow undamaged..." then thinking for a moment added, "Well, I'll be doin' some major damage but Maggie won't be complaining!"

With that, they strolled toward his pearl white Lexus, and I could hear the high pitched lilt of her laughter as she responded to his conversation. In a few more moments, they were out of sight.

Some things were suddenly becoming painfully clear to me. One of which was that Maggie and Sean were not strangers and that meeting them a few weeks ago was no accident. Another was that Maggie and Sean had been planning to transform the dynamics of our relationship, perhaps for more than the few weeks that I had assumed Sean had been in our life. Finally, there was the issue of Debbie and what I should do about her open invitation to become a bigger part of her life. 

Against that was the fact that I am flat out in love with Maggie, and have always been enchanted by her, and would do anything not to lose her. More than anyone or anything else she is my reason for living. I hope those of you going forward with reading these entries from my journal to understand this simple fact.



Change of Style Ch. 09



February 1 (4 AM)

I spent most of the night trying to figure things out. Why was I, on the one hand justifiably jealous of what was developing between my wife and her powerful black lover, and on the other hand so incredibly excited by

How had Sean become so important to her in the short space of a few weeks?

I mixed a Jack and Coke, and another, then spent another hour pacing restlessly. Eventually, I went back to my wife's lingerie drawer, grabbed the and dove in reading the "White Wife. Black Lover. White Husband" manual. It was slickly produced, so obviously there was a significant market for this kind of educational material.

I was able to identify several of the techniques Maggie seemed to be using on me.

In one chapter, a wife was advised to praise her husband or to emphasize his insignificance down depending on the situation:

"...As you begin his training, your cuckold is in a delicate emotional state. He may know about (or in some cases already watched) you making love with your boyfriend. Consider what an emotional shock this is to his delicate male ego. It's important that you ease him into acceptance of a new definition of 'normal.' After all, you love him and if you do your homework, you'll move him active sex partner to enthusiastic cheer leader in amazingly short order."

Maggie had scrawled notes in the margins on several pages, sometimes just a simple checkmark, and here she had written, "Might be hard with Jack." Afterwards, she had stricken the comment out, replacing it with a simple checkmark.

The chapter went on to teach various techniques for helping a husband accept and enjoy seeing his wife filled by a superior black man. It explained that a white wife's duty early on should always remember to build up a husband's ego up for his willingness to be open, for his acceptance, and for his unconditional love, while at the same time learning to acknowledge and understand that her black boyfriend's needs always come first. Here Maggie had put a checkmark.

It gave the wife techniques to help hubby to redirect his sexual energy, and to make him eager to push you into your boyfriend's arms as his ticket to sexual satisfaction in this new relationship. To accomplish this, it said that although it might seem cruel at first, she would need to push him onto the sexual sideline. Finally, it explained that the goal is a husband who begs you to fuck her black lover, and receives his own gratification through you. Maggie added her own comment, saying "Yes, finally."

In another chapter, the one titled, "Black-bred, The Happiest Time." advised:

"One of the greatest gifts you can give your black lover is to bear his beautiful black babies. When you make the decision to let him impregnate you, you may find that every orgasm will be more intense than the last (we know, having done this a collective five times.) You may even want to make a ceremony out of the decision. We found that surrendering your birth control to you man while your hubby watches creates an incredible sexual high for everyone involved. One of the authors remembers actually squirting for the first time in her life.

In any case, this is a pretty big deal, and you should give it much thought. Once it's done, it's not easily undone, and it is a lifetime commitment that will mark you as a black man's woman for life. Which may be exactly the statement you want to make. Also, don't be surprised if your boyfriend starts putting on pressure to share you with his friends. It's a natural part of being bred by a black man, and you should (and WILL) enjoy it. Hugely. Repeatedly. Trust us."

At the head of this chapter, Maggie had written, "No way!", then scratched it out, then later in another pen color written, "Maybe."

I read through the night, and not getting a call from Maggie, fell asleep. A reader may well think that, having read the wive's 'playbook', I would now be so well-informed that I would be able to fight against what was happening. I would remind readers that just because you have watched the Dallas Cowboys doesn't mean you can compete with them. Other guys who have become cuckolds or are going through this now will confirm what I am saying.

February 1 (11 AM)

I heard Sean's Lexus roll up the driveway, and looked out just in time to see Maggie stroll up the path, high heels in hand. She came inside quietly and stood with her back sliding against the door. She reached out for me, hugged me tightly and moved into a deep passionate kiss, our mouths open, tongues touching. She looked up into my eyes dreamily and said breathlessly, "Oh God, Jack. I missed you SO much. I love you so much darling. I've got the best husband in the whole dam world."

Even though I knew this was something that the book taught, I could not help believing Maggie was being genuine. Maggie was clearly exhausted and asked it I could give her a bath. I led her upstairs by the hand. I noticed that she now wore a thumb ring on her left hand and asked her about it. She told me it was from Sean and that it was a traditional symbol for any white wife cuckolding her husband with a black lover. She was so matter of fact about it that I simply shrugged and accepted it. I undressed her as she leaned on my for support. There wasn't much to undress. Over the night she had lost her expensive hosiery, and her panties. Her bra had gone missing too. She had the rank stink of fucking and Sean's sweat all over her body, and I noticed dried cum on her thigh.

I sat her down in a warm tub and began to bathe her as she smiled happily and kissed my cheek. There were bite marks on her breasts and her thighs and neck. Maggie is a dental hygienist and for the next week, she wore bright scarves around her neck which clashed with her medical scrubs and were a dead giveaway to anyone in the know. At the moment though, I felt she was extremely vulnerable and I treated her with tender loving care.

I dried her off and helped her into her baby doll PJs. I took off all my clothes and we cuddled while she started to settle into sleep. I asked her what he date was like and she told me a few things. They had gone to an interracial club and Sean had introduced her to his brother Atwon and his cousin Marcus, who was a professional NFL player from Cleveland. Marcus had taken an instant fancy to her and they wound up dirty dancing for hours according to Maggie. So much so that a small fight had broken out between Sean and Marcus which resulted in their being forced to leave.

Each of the guys had brought a white girl friend, so it was decided to rent a hotel suite in town (on Marcus) and have a 'swirl party.' I didn't ask Maggie to define that for me, but it wasn't too hard to figure out. Sean had slipped Maggie ecstasy and she spent the next several hours having sex with him.

As we lay like spoons, I was becoming incredibly hard as she recounted more of the story. My member throbbed up gainst her buns and she moved away from me a little, saying, "God Jack, I am so tired and sore. I would love to make love with you but not now."

I negotiated, "Maggie, I know you're sore but we haven't you know ... in so long. How about satisfying me with your mouth."

She said sleepily, "Honey, I have sucked so much black cock in the last 12 hours, I think my jaw would lock up. How about I just watch your play with your little peenie, and then we can cuddle. She started to massage my shaft and my balls and telling me how incredible the sex with Sean was, made me cum in no time flat.

The week was otherwise uneventful. She went out again with Sean and his crew both Friday and Saturday night and the week after that as well.

February 17

Today marked my final and unconditional acceptance of my status, of Sean's dominance, and awareness of the path Maggie and I were firmly commited to. I had come home from the paper early, having drawn a blank on some leads in an investigative story I had been working for a month. Much to my surprise, Sean's Lexus was in the drive. Seeing me, he bowed slightly, saying, "Hi, dawg. I was hoping we could talk. My journalist's curiosity got the better of me so I invited him in.

I looked at him and frowning, said simply, "About?"

He walked with me to the door and I held it open for him. We walked in, and much to my relief he seemed unfamiliar with the layout of the house. We sat awkwardly for a few minutes after which I offered him a drink (straight bourbon) which he accepted. I came back and we sat at opposite ends of the sofa.

He cleared his throat and began slowly, "Ya know dawg. I don't bear you no ill regards or nothing an' I think we got off to a bad start. Now we all in this relationship and it looks like things gonna be this way of a long time to come. I know it mus' feel like you getting' no respec' an maybe thas' true, but it don't have to be thataway, you dig?"

Having spoken this preamble, he waited for it to sink in, then continued, "I think things could be a whole 'nother way if you was to show Maggie you approve of things; like a cheerleader. You know, encourage her like. Like we say in the 'hood, you got to go along to get along. If you was to do that, I think that you could see your way back in the saddle, if you catch my drift."

I frowned, mulling this over for a bit. Clearly, he was offering Maggie to me sexually as an olive branch. I was suspicious of his motives, but listened further.

Sean took a gulp of his bourbon and asserted, "Alright Jack, down to business. We both know I am Maggie's black master now. I'm like an addiction for her now. If she was younger, I could turn her out on the street and she would do it, no questions asked. Once a white woman gets a steady dose of black cock, girl's got to have it. Ain't nothing else can scratch that itch. Now if you was to swing over to my side and help me, then I think things maybe might get a whole lot more better for you. She is just waiting for you to show you willing to be a part of things."

I sighed in resignation, then responded, "Alright. So what do you want me to do Sean?"

Sean had a ready answer, "Jes' show her that you really on board with things. Suggest things to her. After all, it ain't like you losin' anything, an' look, we all know you really into seein' me fuck Maggie. Don't be shy about it, bro. Maggie keeps tellin' me how you strong get off on what we do. A'int to shame at all in enjoyin' your wife bein' owned by a superior black man. Dig it - the bottom rail is on top now. No shame at all. I don't think no less of you for it."

I shrugged, "I guess not."

Sean clapped me one the back, saying, "We a'right Jack. Things be much better now. An' we both know this is how things should be, right?"

I recognized this tactic from Maggie's wives manual, but honestly, it did seem like the best deal I could make with Maggie's acknowledged master, but I responded simply, "Yeah, I guess so."

He let me absorb the suggestion, then pushed on, "Jack, when I say something to Maggie, I jes' need you to say, 'Amen!' And when you see a chance to jump in, to tell Maggie what to do, how to please me, how to go extra. That ain' a hard thing, right?"

I reflected and he added, "An' look, really I am a very gentle black master to Maggie. Jus' be glad she ain' mixed up wit' my cousin Marcus; that mo'fo' is one crazy son of a bitch."

He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Jack, we all got our fantasies, you dig? An' we all want to make 'em real. For Maggie, she want to be a black cock slut, to submit to everything I tell her. For you, you strong enough to be in this relationship, not every husband is. For me, I jes' love that white pussy. Dawg, you know what I'm talkin' about - you know how hot that woman is, am I right?"

He seemed to lose a bit of confidence, but went on in a tone that felt more polite, "Jack, one thing, an' this is my fantasy -- I need to fuck Maggie in yo' bed. Dig, it's jes' a thing for me. Can you feel what I'm sayin' brotha? Now, thing is I could have Maggie beggin' me to, but I want you to be ok wif' it too. Can you do that for me, Jack?"

"Jack, I ain' gonna lie, I want to be straight wif' you now." he went on, "I started talkin' to Maggie online for a couple months before y'all showed up at that swing party. I talked her into training you to be her cuck boy, an' at first she wasn't into it at all, but we started having 'phone and web sex and she started craving me. 

Now we neva' had sex before that swing party, but she was ready. Just remember that. If I could make her crave black cock even before fuckin' her, just think how much stronger my hold is now. An' face it, now she's a total slut for my black cock. The bes' thing for you is to understand that. I mean really understand it. "

I let that sink in, and felt a cold chill up my spine. I knew for the first time what my situation really was. I would have to love Maggie for everything she had become or live without her, probably forever. That I couldn't do.

We drank another round and at 5:30, Maggie came through the front door, still in her scrubs. She kicked off her white clogs, instantly losing an inch in height, She looked at us perplexed and said, "What's this? What's going on?"

Wanting to get things off to the right start, I explained, "Sean and I are just clearing the air about some things. It's all fine honey."

Maggie strolled in cautiously, gave me a little kiss and and stood in the middle of the room, awkwardly shifting from leg to leg. I broke the deadlock, offering her encouragement, "Baby, why don't you go take a little bath, then put something really sexy on for your man? Sean's been waiting to fuck you in our bed all afternoon."

Maggie stood there incredulous, then with tears in her eyes threw her arms around me, "Jack, you really mean this? Why? How? This is a huge change for you. Oh darling, thank you thank you."

She sniffled, then wiped her nose, then smiled, then laughed, she turned to Sean, and said, "And you lover - don't dare move. I want you so bad, I can taste it. We're going to fuck until I drop. Be right back stud. Jack, can you pull the drapes."

While Maggie practically flew upstairs, I got Sean another drink, hoping it would slow him down with Maggie.

Several minutes later Maggie returned wearing sheer black baby doll top and a matching black thong. Her pale freckled skin stood out in contrast, and he nipples looked even more stunning if possible. She came over to my side of the sofa and settled comfortably on my lap. She put her right arm around my neck and her breasts grazed my chest. She kissed me passionately and said, "Honey, I am so happy now. I love you so much," then whispering to me, "I have never wanted you so much darling."

We kissed deeply, our tongues touching deeply. Maggie's mouth was almost watering and her skin was becoming hot to the touch. I could smell the scent of her womanhood, strongly wafting up from her cunt. I had noticed that the musk of her sexuality had become much more pronounced in the month she had been with Sean. A strange little side effect, but a very noticeable one. I asked he to stand up. I took her pale white hand in mine. 

As we passed the radio, I turned it on. All the preset stations were now hip-hip or urban, and a Fifty Cent number was playing. Maggie wiggled her hips and began to silently lip sync along with the trashy lyrics. She danced erotically, her body more lithe than I had seen in years. The way she swayed her ass back and forth in front of made my dick jump in pure lust.

On the other end of the sofa, she faced Sean, playing with her nipples. I could only imagine how he was reacting. He gave me a furtive look, which was my cue. I stood up behind Maggie. "Sean, may I take Maggie's top off?" I asked.

He nodded, and I moved closer to her, then lifted the lingerie over her head, revealing her stiffened tits, the puffy aureoles behind them and her tense, excited torso. I pushed her down onto Sean's lap and she moaned slightly as she felt his huge cock against her soft ass cheeks. I moved to both of them, then on my knees pulled her thong down from her hips and over her thighs. Pulling them over her feet, I tossed them aside and stood again looking at them. 

Clearly, Maggie had the look of a woman familiar with every inch of her lover's body, as she writhed against his body, enraptured with lust. Sean bent over, kissing her neck from behind, renewing his marks of ownership and making new ones. His hands glided up to her nipples and he began to pull and flick her tits without mercy as she alternately cried and begged him not to stop. 

His coal black hands and fingers, his vibrant pink palms stood out in stark contrast to Maggie's white skin as he continued to tug on her nipples and make hickeys on her neck. Her right arm was trapped under his, but with her left she reached back and caressed his black face and neck.

Sean pushed her upwards and the two of them rose to stand. Maggie turned to face her black lover and as their lips meshed, his thick negroid lips completely covering hers, Maggie tugged at his belt. I could see his thick tongue completely filling Maggie's mouth as she sucked on it hungrily. She continued to work his pants off, unzipping them and pulling desperately to get at his manhood.

As they continued to kiss with the passion of highly committed lovers, She finally managed to pull his pants off and his small thong as well. His cock sprang free and banged against her, high up on her belly with a resounding thump. Instantly, the area was filled with an animal musk that was just this side of unpleasant, but I could tell Maggie was really entralled by it as she began to breath more deeply and grind her belly against his huge cock. Although he was still only partly erect, I reckoned that he already dwarfed my on member in size.

Sean broke the kiss reluctantly, still working his thick lips over hers as he backed away. He looked at her then me and said, "Wait suga' one more thing we gotta take care of. Jack come over here. Maggie tells me that you didn't understand the meaning of this the first time you did it. Now you need to do this of yo' own free will. You need to see it and feel it once and for all and so does Maggie. She already knows her master in her head, but I want her to know it in her belly. You dig?"

I moved toward them, Maggie standing on Sean's left side, close to him. His big arm around her waist and his left hand running over her belly. He tummy glistened with a trail of pre-cum. He spoke firmly now, "Maggie, tell him to drop his pants and face me."

Maggie followed his instructions. I found it strange that he no longer addressed me directly, but I pulled my pants and my boxers down.

For the second time now, Maggie 'docked' my penis with his cock and pulled his foreskin over my smaller penis. I hated the hot, clammy feel of his foreskin covering me, but Maggie's hand massaging our shafts back and forth felt so good. Again, I was amazed as she worked his foreskin down my shaft that his excess skin alone was able to cover my penis. I felt his large head against mine and my face wrinkled in disgust.

Sean told Maggie that it was done now and broke away from the obscene 'crowning'. I backed away as well, then Sean reached down into his pants pocket on the floor, pulled out a silver ring and thrust it on Maggie's left thumb. He told Maggie, "We all understand what this means. Now tell him. tell him who he is now."

Maggie hesitated, then stammered, "Jack, now you're .. you're ..."

Sean frowned and then insisted "No bitch. You still need to learn. Tell him -- say the words. Tell him he's your cuck now. I need to hear it and you need to hear yo'self say it."

She frowned, conflicted. After an awkward silence, she said quietly, "Jack, you're my cuckold now. You can lick my pussy when I tell you, or help me get ready for Sean or his friends. And I don't fuck you. I only take black cock now. But darling, you want that, don't you? I know you do. Show me how much you want me to be with Sean... please... show me."




Change of Style Ch. 09



Stroking her pubic hair with his left hand and touching the top of her mons with his middle finger, he whispered, "From now on, tha's the way you want to keep him. Baby, I take care of this from now on."

Pulling on her pubic bush, he said aloud, "This is mine now. Sometimes, we'll let him watch, but from now on he takes care of his own self, and only when you let him. If he gets too spunky, we might have to put a chastity tube on that little thing."

Sean winked and smiled at me as if we were sharing a conspiratorial moment.

I was mesmerized by the ceremony of the moment, unable to control either my thoughts or my actions. I looked into Maggie's eyes and said, "Please take your man and make love in our bed. I will only be there if you tell me. If you ... if you ... want me. I want you to be with a superior man and take him to our bed."

With that, Maggie looked into Sean's eyes, her lust was obvious. As they started to walk toward the stairs to our bedroom, Maggie looked back at me and said quietly, "Thank you darling. I love you so much. You have no idea how much this excites me. You can come watch up in a few minutes, ok?"

She blew me a kiss, but Sean would have none of it, saying, "Bitch, you ain't got to thank yo' cuck for nothing. He's just yo' cuck boy now, no mo' than a eunuch. get yo ass up those stairs."

As they moved out of sight, I reflected on the last several minutes. I had, as Sean had requested politely 'gone along to get along,' but now his entire demeanor had changed, all the kindness, the niceties removed and I no longer saw how this would bring me closer to returning to intimacy with my wife. I pulled up my pants, and slowly went up the stairs, the musky scent of both their arousal still lingering in the stairwell.

I quietly entered out bedroom and moved silently to the reading chair adjacent to the foot of the bed. Sitting down, I could see Sean to Maggie's left, lying on my side of the bed. His legs were open and Maggie lay on her left side, her right leg on top of his right leg. They kissed for several minutes and her soft white hand massaged his chest and his left arm. Under her back, is right hand played all up and down her right side. Her bush was visible and it was easy to see how swollen and pronounced her labia had become.

She looked into his eye and they began to speak softly, to each other and ignoring me as if I didn't exist (indeed after the ceremony a few minutes earlier, I didn't exist for all intents). Maggie said to Sean, "Baby, one small thing. I really need you to pull before you cum honey. Saturday night at the club, remember my purse got stolen. My ortho-cyclen -- my birth control -- was in there. I haven't been on the pill for 5 days now. So please? can you?"

Sean began to move her on her back and onto his knees, to position his huge cock between her as she opened her legs wide for him. He looked down at her, then spoke softly, "Yeah, sure baby. Don't worry 'bout nothing."

Both of Maggie's pale white arms were now around her lover's neck as she pulled him closer. I saw the ring on her left thumb glint in the light of the bedside lamp, reminding me, and after tonight announcing to the world, that she was cuckolding me. I could see his big black ass and his balls as he began to rub his cock head over Maggie's mons, teasing her slit open to receive him. She moaned with the purest sound of pleasure I had ever heard from her, and even Sean moaned, obviously carried away with fulfilling his fantasy of fucking Maggie for the first time on our matrimonial bed.

He moved his cock around her labia with his right hand slowly, very slowly opening her pussy lips. As his head entered her for the first time, my own dick jumped in my pants. the homework Maggie had done to 'train' me for this was obviously working. I was channeling all my own sexual desire into the pair fucking on the bed where I used o sleep with my wife, and I was ragingly, painfully hard. Sean's ass now moved in strong slow circles as he stretched Maggie's pussy open to accommodate his huge size. She was gasping with a steady, "Unhh.. unhh.. unhh.." sound coming from her open mouth. He continued to circle around her vagina, touching ever bit of her sensitive passage as he slowly pushed forward, deeper into her.

Seming to notice my presence for the first time he called back over his left shoulder, "See Jack, this is why you can't fuck this pussy no mo'. She gettin' so stretched out now, only a black cock will satisfy this cunt."

Looking down on his conquered white 'bride' he added, "ain't that right bitch."

Maggie was too far gone to say anything, continuing to mouth a steady, breathy, "Unnhh... Ummmm... Unnhh..."

Suddenly, Sean thrust a single very deep thrust and Maggie gasped sharply as his cock bottomed out in her womb. Then he began a steady thrusting in and out of her pussy that sounded like the steady 'wap...wap... wap..' of a wash cloth beating against flesh. Obviously, Maggie's vagina was stretch enough by weeks of steady penetration that he easily slid in and out of her drenched pussy.

Maggie was turned on and quickly coming to he first climax beneath him. Sean accentuated her excitement by talking dirty to her, something which in our marriage had even worked for me.

They began a back and forth question and response that was almost a catechism. He asked her, "You my black cock slut now?" and she responded, "Oh yes, I am so your slut."

He asked, "Who owns yo cunt, bitch?" to which she responded between moans, "Mmmmmm... Oh you own it baby. You do."

He followed with, "You do anything fo' me, cunt?"

Sean was knocking the air out of her lungs with every powerful thrust to her belly, but she managed a breathy, "Oh yessss, Sean. Unnhh... Anyyyyything..."

This last ended in a scream as she climaxed powerfully, bucking her hips up to mate in rhythm with his thrusts. Her face was tightly drawn in the act of orgasm and her arms tightened around him. her legs which had gripped his ass tightly went completely limp now as the aftershocks of her powerful spasms rippled from the front of her vagina into her womb, the natural reaction of a woman's climax designed to pull sperm into her uterus.

Sean did not slow his pace, but changed his lovemaking technique to arouse her again. He covered her mouth with his thick lips and they kissed with a fervour I had never experienced with my wife. I could see his tongue moving side to side in her small mouth and her cheeks constricting to suck it.

In the few gaps I could occasionally see between her pale white breasts and his much darker chest, I noticed that her nipples which had gone soft after her orgasm now began to stiffen again. She was becoming aroused by him a second time and hungry for another orgasm. I could smell her musky, sweat tinged pussy smell scent which was the unique signature of her coupling with Sean as it wafted across the room. I knew that every couple had a unique scent they made as their bodies mingled with repeated lovemaking and I knew that I would experience this particular one over and over.

Sean slowed his pace as sweat poured from him. He stroked slowly but deeply, asking Maggie again, "You do anything fo' me, woman?" and again Maggie responded, "Oh yes, yesss Sean. Anything, anything...."

I could see his balls rise and tighten as his own climax neared. He spoke deliberately, "You ready to take my black seed, baby."

Maggie was biting her bottom lip, her arms and hands playing over his shoulders and back, She opened and lifted her legs to maximise the depth of his thrusts.

Sean asked her between thrusts, "you still want me to pull?"

Maggie was clearly climbing to the point of no return for another rapid orgasm, could only manage, "N-N-noooooo... noooo... oh noooo... Stay... stay.... Cum in me..."

Sean pumped faster now, the wap, wap, wap of their bodies meshing perfectly a steady rhythm in the room. He asked, "You ready for me to breed you, girl? Fill you with my black seed?" 

Maggie right on the verge of climax cried out, "Yes, Oh god yes, breed me... yes... put your black seed in me... Ohhhhhh..."

This last was delivered in a rising crescendo as she climaxed and nearly screamed. She held him inside her by cupping his ass until he at last spasmed visibly. I could see his cock, slick and wet with Maggie's cum, surrounded by the froth of his cum as some of it leaked from her pussy with his repeated stroking and withdrawal. Maggie moaned with the rippling aftershocks of her own climax and again her vagina efficiently moved his sperm deep within her fertile womb.

He gradually rose and dismounted her, his cock head making a small pop as he pulled from her. Maggie's pussy made little air farts and a large rivulet of his sperm ran down the crack of her ass onto the sheets.

They cuddled tightly, and after several minutes in which they kissed and Sean stroked Maggie's belly, told her, "have your cuck get a couple towels for us."

Maggie, now more comfortable in her role as a dominant black man's woman looked lazily over to me and said as if ordering a servant, "Jack, bring us some towels."

I did as I was asked, and they both took them without thanks or acknowledgment.

They fucked twice more that night as I fitfully drifted between sleep and fevered excitement sitting in the side chair across from the bed. Sean never offered to pull before depositing more of his potent sperm in Maggie's belly, and Maggie didn't even bring up the subject again, each time holding him tightly to maintain the deep connection as he came. Maggie's resolve had obviously melted in the heat of several orgasms.

In the morning, I woke stiff from sitting across from them all night and rubbed sleep from my eyes in time to see Maggie wake Sean with a sensuous blow job, deep throating him for minutes at a time, before pulling from him to stroke him to completion. She lay back, wiping a rope of his cum from her cheek onto the sheet. He moved to rest on his right side and faced Maggie, lazily playing with her nipples, alternately flicking and tugging them. She started breathing harder as he rubbed her tummy. I cleared my throat trying to catch Sean's attention in hopes that he would understand my urgent need and suggest to Maggie that she satisfy me. Smiling, he turned to Maggie and asked, "Baby, don'cha want to take care a' yo' cuck over there; he been waitin' so patient and all."

Maggie looked over at me, smiling lazily like a playful kitten. She reached her arms out and said, "Sweetie, come on over here. My poor neglected baby."

I walked eagerly to the bed, and Maggie reached out and dragged me down to her, opening to a deep passionate kiss. My chest rested against her naked breasts and I could feel her warmth even through my tee shirt. She reached down caressing my aching penis, squeezing it softly. She looked earnestly into my eyes, and said in baby talk, "My sweet baby need to cum?"

I nodded as she smiled and whispered, "Why don't you pull those pants down, and let me see how hard you are for me."

I quickly did that, showing her what I hoped would be exciting to her. I climbed on the king sized bed beside her. I started to get between her legs to mount her,but she held me back, "Oh no no darling. Remember, this is Sean's now. Don't worry though, I'll help you get started."

True to her word, she leaned over and took my hard shaft in her mouth. The liquid heat and wetness of her mouth made me moan involuntarily. My hips started bucking as Maggie moved my hand to my dick and removing her mouth from me, she lay back beside me, and for a while reached over and stroked me with he left hand. I watched her hand and felt the thumb ring pressing into my flesh. I knew I would have to get used to seeing and feeling that. She whispered in my ear, "That's it my sweet cuckold. Dream about Sean's big black cock fucking me, and stroke your peenie. Stroke it honey."

She continued to encourage me, whispering and cupping my balls. After several minutes of this, I could hold back no longer. Looking over at Sean rubbing Maggie's belly, I could see her complete comfort with his owership over her body. I shot several hot ropes of cum high from my hips. Maggie smiled and said, "Good boy. Happy now?"

I laid back, not completely happy with the way things now were, but at least sexually satisfied.

Maggie turned to Sean and said, "Baby, why don't you shower while I cuddle with Jack."

While Sean took a shower in our bathroom, Maggie cuddled close to my left side, caressing my face. "I'm sorry I can't give you more honey, but I can see that you're getting used to things and that's good."

We lay there for a good twenty minutes and I felt so good in the closeness of her, and the warmth of her body next to mine. When Sean dressed and left, Maggie kissed him devotedly. She looked intently into his eyes, saying worriedly, "You're coming back tonight right honey? I really need you. I need you again already."

She smiled girlishly, her face downcast. Sean looked down at her and said simply, "Yeah, I be back wif' some of my shit. Have your cuck clear space for me."

With that, he was out the door and his car sped away.

April 18

Sean has been the master of my house and my wife for months now, to say that our lives have undergone a change of style would be an understatement.

In the month to come, even more dramatic changes would be noticeable in my wife and in me. Some readers of this journal have asked why I haven't taken advantage of Sean's other woman, Debbie and her offer to hook up. You may rely that I did and I have. In fact, I was there to see Sean's baby emerge from her womb, and for months after. But that's another set of journal entries for another day. I will tell you that much of what I have written here is factual. Where I have added to the story, it has been more because deep, emotional, personal experiences sometimes blur in the remembering than from a need to invent. This has not been an easy story to tell. I thank you for allowing me to share it.