0 comments/ 185046 views/ 9 favorites Cuckold Lust By: nocluescooby Please note: I started this story some months ago. It's not done, I just haven't gotten back to it. If I get good feedback I'll finish it. Enjoy! * Chapter 1 My wife Maureen and I live in an unfinished subdivision in California. We are long distance commuters, and bought this house just before gas prices took off a couple of years ago. The developer finished just two houses before the bank pulled his loans. The rest of our cul de sac is barren land. We have become friendly with the couple in the other house, Cathy and Paul. One of the problems no one tells you about, and one probably doesn't consider when making the choice to become a long distance commuter, is how dependent you are on your automobile. So it came to pass recently that I was stuck at home when my car was in the shop. Since I work as a software engineer, I could work from home for the day. Unfortunately, I was out of sugar for my coffee. I decided to take a walk next door since driving 1/2 hour to the nearest store was not possible. Our houses are identical, and on either side of the front door is a window as a border. As I approached the door, I looked up and saw something through the window I had never expected. Cathy was on all fours getting banged by a black man I had never seen before! My mouth fell open as I watched this well build dark stranger with his hands gripping her hips. Her sexy auburn hair was heavy with sweat from the workout and her massive breasts (which I had checked out whenever I saw her) were pounding forward and back as he guided her onto his manhood. I could hear the slapping of her beautiful curvy figure against his thighs through an open living room window. She kept moaning and panting with her red lipstick in a perfect "O" as she submitted to his cock. He took his hand and gave her ass a quick slap. "Yes, yes, yes, Sir I am your white bitch!" she admitted in the heat. "I'm all yours! Just don't stop!" With that he picked up the pace in earnest. The morning light made them glisten. I could not help myself and took down my trousers. I stroked my hardness obsessed as Cathy's breasts pounded in unison with his thrusts. Although Maureen had a similar curvy, thick build as Cathy, I had become interested in seeing her in the buff since we had moved here. My cock was throbbing as I got my wish to see her curves uncovered. The black man's pace picked up and finally he shouted "Yeah, take my cum!" I couldn't believe wither what I was witnessing, or how unexpectedly aroused they had made me! I watched, stroking, as he kept his manhood inside her, taking his pleasure. When he did pull out, I saw the thick pure white strands of cum on his bare cock! He had cum inside this white upper middle class housewife right before my eyes! I came immediately. I rushed back to my house, afraid of having been noticed. For the rest of the morning, I obsessed with what I had witnessed. I drank my coffee black, unconcerned at the lack of sugar. There was no chance of concentrating on writing code this morning. Instead, I kept an eye on Cathy and Paul's house. In about an hour I saw the garage door open and Cathy's lover drove a Lexus out and away. My mind reeled as I thought about the show I witnessed. Then, I saw Cathy walk out of the garage. She was wearing a loose fitting tee shirt and boxers as she started working on the flower bed in front of her home. Without thinking, I started stroking my cock again as I spied her. It was not long before I came watching her again. I turned away and started to watch CNN to try to focus on anything else. I found myself having a curious sensation, jealousy of Paul! I had wanted to watch Maureen have sex with another man for years. Don't doubt that we had expansive sexual escapades. But she always refused to consider my fantasy out of fear that it would ruin the relationship. Cathy had, in effect, given me a glimpse of what Maureen would look like if I were watching her. And so in a way Paul had his wife, and mine! So I had a jealousy and even an envy of Paul, and it was because his wife was with another man - a black, dominant man no less!! I spent the rest of the day watching TV, trying to calm my sexual tempest down. Around 5 o'clock the doorbell rang. Paul was there when I opened the door. "Hi," I said. Really I was in shock. I didn't know if I should tell him or hide what I knew! What did he know? Oh, all was amiss! "Your presence is requested," he said. "Please come with me next door." Then he held up my billfold! Chapter 2 I followed Paul, without conversation. My mind was already full of unanswered questions. Did he know about the mysterious black lover of his wife? Did he think I was having an affair with his wife? Did he think I was a peeping tom? He opened the front door and the questions only multiplied as I saw Cathy and three black men! The men were all well built and obviously worked out frequently. Cathy wore a light fabric collar shirt open to the waist with her large, erect nipple peaking out. "So you like to watch, huh," said the black man that I had spied with her earlier. "I, well, just came over for some sugar . . ." I stammered. "Yeah, and you stayed and watched me taking Cathy! We've got a spot of your cum from the doorstep, too! So, we could report you as a peeping tom to the police right now!" he quickly said. "Please don't," I begged. "I promise to forget it and never say anything. I love my wife and don't want any trouble." He stared at me for a minute before continuing, "Well, you need to understand that we want a bit more than a promise. You spied on something that is sacred. We are Cathy's lovers now, not Paul. White man can't be allowed to see what you saw unless he is willing to join the club!" "If I might interject," Cathy started. "Obviously you are turned on by seeing a white woman taken by a black master. Paul was just like you. He kept trying to get me to have sex with another man. Finally I agreed if I picked the man and he agreed to let whatever happened take it's course. Well, everyone got what they wanted!" She giggled for a bit and then smiled. "I don't know what to say," I said. "Look, just admit that you liked watching a white woman be taken by a black master! Is it really so hard! You are obviously into it and you NEED to say it out loud," Cathy replied. "Ok, ok, I admit watching his black cock taking your pussy was a turn on." "That's just the first step," the black man continued. "Since you saw it you now need to pony up your dues." "What do you want?" I asked afraid of the answer. "Your wife! You OWE us, and we got the goods on you. You are going to let me, Sir James, and Sir Junior AND Sir Sam have a night with your wife – non negotiable. Otherwise we go to the cops." "What then?" I asked afraid. "Nothing that she doesn't want. Look, if we do your wife and she doesn't want it again you will have paid your debt. If she wants more, then you're just going to have to deal with it like Paul here." Sir James said. All three of them laughed for a minute while Paul just looked away. The thought of watching Maureen had been an obsession of mine for some time. But she had always resisted, believing that it would hurt the relationship. I was afraid, however, since these men seemed so dominant. Still, I could not deny the wet spot accumulating at the top of my rock hard cock! "You promise that if she doesn't want it ever again that will be the end of the deal?" "Call me Sir!" Sir James commanded. "Yes Sir. Do I understand you correctly, Sir," I answered, very nervous of the men. "Yes." "Ok, I'll do it." I replied. I felt some measure of safety since Maureen wasn't interested and I had a scenario in my mind so that I might control the action. "Good! Now we need a little insurance. Take off all your clothes!" "What? Why?" "That's Sir! And the answer is that we wouldn't want you to change your mind after you leave. We want a little extra insurance. So, get naked!" I was clearly not in a place no negotiate, and complied. The men all dropped their pants and I was told to kneel. Then they took their black cocks and stood in front of me! Cathy proceeded to get up and start to take photographs. Many photographs, and all were extremely humiliating. I was forced to kiss their balls and cocks repeatedly. This went on for about 15 minutes as Cathy giggled and took many shots with her digital camera, being sure to get full facial shots of me as I complied! "There, that didn't hurt did it!" Sir James said with a laugh. "No Sir," I demurely replied. "Good! It's decided then. Two weeks from tonight you will present your wife to us. We will be at your house at 9 PM sharp, and she will be ready. Don't even think of backing out or these pictures will be EVERYWHERE!" Sir James warned. "Oh yeah, one other thing. You aren't allowed to have sex with your wife before then. This has to be a fair competition for her sexual favors. You've had years to build up your lead. We only have one night to convince her!" "Yes Sir, I agree." Honestly, I was turned on but also afraid of the men. Plus I felt that I could count on my wife to just do it this once. "Since you are going to pay up, we'll let you see some more of what you can expect!" With that Sir James walked over to Cathy. She got on all fours, tossing her shirt to the side. I watched in awe as she made his cock grow thick and long. Her scent started to fill the room as she got more turned on and I could see her pussy glisten with moisture. The men repositioned her and Sir James started into her doggy style as she began to take Sir Junior into her mouth. Her full breasts began to swing in earnest with her nipples erect to a point. Helpless to hold back I began to touch my cock again. She moaned and moaned as his thick black cock stretched her folds. I watched transfixed as his cock became more and more soaked from Cathy's wet garden. Seeing her stretched out, satisfying two black lovers simultaneously drove me over the edge quickly and I found myself cumming. "You can go now. Remember 2 weeks from tonight, 9 PM," Sir James said. Cathy was panting, wanting more having unleashed Sir Junior. She looked back at the black master and moaned. "Paul, escort him home." With that Paul showed me out and walked with me back to my house. "Can I trust them?" I asked when we cleared the house. "Yeah, they are good to their word." He replied. "But trust me, they expect you to be good with yours." "Well, what's it like? I've often fantasized about Maureen having another man. But we never did it." "You have to experience it for yourself. You'll know what to do when the time comes." With that he turned and left me at my door. Chapter 3 I spent the next two weeks working as many hours as I could, coming home too tired for sex. Maureen was beginning to suspect something, and even asked me directly if the lack of sex had anything to do with her. I assured her that it didn't and that this Saturday I would make it up to her. Secretly, I equally dreaded and anxiously anticipated what might happen. I felt confident that while she might enjoy the evening, I was in no danger of the second part of my promise to the Masters. I had seen Cathy out in her yard since that night, and she had a mischievous smile and glint in her eye. When she was sure that Maureen wasn't home, she would flash her breasts to me and giggle. "Welcome to the Club," she would say. I loved the chance to see those large nipples and their erect tips. But, I was worried about the possible consequences of the situation I had created. On the Friday morning before the agreed date, Paul knocked on my door after Maureen left for work. "I have been sent to remind you of you commitment tomorrow night," he stated. "Um, yeah, listen Paul I want to talk to you about this. Tell me more about what has happened since you and Cathy got involved with the Masters?" I anxiously questioned. "Sorry, I am not allowed to discuss it at this point. After tomorrow night we can talk, not before," he informed me. "Just to make sure you don't try anything, I've also been told to give you this." He handed me a copy of one of the photos! I immediately dropped any idea of standing up the Masters. "OK, OK let's not get hasty! Tell the Masters that the front door will be open for them at 9 as agreed." It is amazing how fast time flies when you really don't want it to! I knew that my wife would have her first taste of black cock shortly, and I was floating on a sea of emotions. I had planned to tie Maureen to the bed and blindfold her. This wouldn't be questioned too much as we had often played with her bound. She was on the Pill so if a condom broke we were safe. I made sure to purchase the large condoms at the drug store Saturday afternoon for the Masters. I felt like I had the situation under 'control', or at least as much as one could. I could tell Maureen afterward that I just really wanted her to try exploring the fantasy just this once and I wouldn't ever do it again. I knew it would put me in the dog house for a little while. But between having the Masters use condoms and the fact that she had expressed curiosity about black men, I thought I could sell it just this once. We had dinner around 7 that night. Maureen is a great cook, and the meal was delectable. I made sure to back up my plan by plying her with some strong Sex on the Beaches, very strong! By 8:30 she was VERY tipsy, but not falling down drunk, which was exactly where I wanted her. I started to kiss her and got her juices going. "Let's go to the bedroom, I want to tie you up and fuck you!" I whispered. She giggled and headed straight to the bedroom, stripping along the way. She finished there, letting her skirt and then panties fall. She was more than willing, laying on the bed as I restrained her. I finished with a few minutes to spare and got off the bed to ready the room. I fussed to get the lighting set to mood, and put the condoms on the night stand. Just then the Masters entered the room, nude! Maureen heard them and asked, "What was that?" "Um, I want you to enjoy this," I started to say. "I've decided to fulfill your fantasy of trying black sex tonight." "Oh, really," she said. "Naaaa, don't be listening to him," Sir James said taking control. "He got himself into a situation and OWES us. He had no problems offering to have you settle it up! Don't worry, I'm thinkin' you're gonna like it!" With that Masters Sam and Junior tied me up to a chair in the room as Sir James walked over to the bed. "Um, honey, I'm afraid!" Maureen said, her voice nervous and shaking. "Don't be worryin' little lady," Sir James said as his hands grazed her thigh. "Tell her hubby! Tell her she's safe!" "Yes, honey," I complied. "Just lay back and enjoy the experience. everything is OK." She didn't answer as the other two Masters joined in the seduction of my wife. All six of their hands were caressing her gently, not touching her breasts or pussy. They seemed coordinated in the effort. Their fingertips were all traveling up and down her legs and arms. Then, they split duties. Sir Sam focused on her face, massaging her temples and tracing her features down to her neck and back. Sir James focused to her midriff, his fingertips occasionally making Maureen giggle as the area that his hands wandered grew larger and larger getting closer to her large breasts and bare pussy. It was still just a tease, though. He didn't cross that point, yet. Sir Junior massaged my wife's feet and legs. I don't know how long their sultry seduction of my wife's senses went on for, and it wasn't the point. They soothed her until she was fully relaxed in the situation. She began to open her mouth and moan in pleasure. From where I was bound, I was able to see her pussy folds, and they were getting moist! For the first time I was getting very afraid and envious of the love making skill of these men! They had clearly won the first round! Her limbs were relaxed and she began to touch Sir Sam's fingertips with her tongue. Then Masters Sam and Junior went to the head of the bed, and caressing her tits as Sir James hands drove south to her sacred mound. It was clear that they were fully experienced in the seduction of a woman, and I was feeling sick with the possibility that I was in over my head. My cock, however, was rock hard and dripping at the sight of my wife being so completely taken. Masters Sam and Junior kneaded Maureen's breasts until her tips were erect. Meanwhile, Sir James explored her sex gently, stretching out the teasing by ever so slowly separating her lips and letting her juices moisten his fingers. I could smell the familiar scent of my wife's pussy filling the room. As with the previous part of their seduction, they didn't hurry my wife. Instead, I had to endure her moans and cries of ecstasy as they continued. Sir James kissed his way up her belly, between the valley of her aroused breasts, to her mouth. She resisted for a second, if that, then kissed him with abandon, opening her mouth, inviting his tongue with hers! He whispered in her ear, and she nodded. With that he got on the bed and started to position himself between her legs. His dick was much larger than mine, and he stroked it as he got into place. "There's, um, condoms for you guys on the night stand," I said nervously. "Junior, take care of him!" he said. To my dismay, I was summarily gagged. Master James teased Maureen's pussy with his tip as he whispered in her ear. She nodded again. Just then he began to start into her, bare! This was all not as I expected! These black men must have had this planned this, and I was worried. I watched as my wife became accustomed to this man. She gasped and moaned as he slowly worked his huge member into her tender pinkness. Soon his cock was covered with Maureen's juices and they began to make love in earnest. They kept kissing and whispering as he took her. His body enveloped hers and her face turned red with lust. Maureen was humping this stud back and I could see her toes curling. Just then he stopped. "Tell hubby what you told me!" Sir James said. "Oh, yes! I LOVE your cock and I want to do this again!" Maureen screamed in heat. "Yeah, well, I think I can make that happen." he said laughing. He proceeded to piston slowly in and out of her and I heard her scream in orgasm. I came untouched . . . awaiting what would happen next! Chapter 4 I watched, twisting at the end of an erotic rope, as all three Masters repeatedly had their way with my wife. As they recovered from Round 1, they untied Maureen. Her face was still flush from the love making, and they HAD made love to her body exquisitely. "Well, well, well!" she commented on my fate. "Hope you enjoyed the show! You can sit there for awhile!" Sir James put his arm at her waist and they all left the room. I could hear them in the kitchen, opening a bottle of champagne, laughing and giggling. There was the clinking of glasses and undecipherable conversation. Meanwhile my cum was sticky from earlier when I came at the spectacle of seeing my wife with them. Maureen came back to the bedroom about an hour later. "The gentlemen that you let have sex with me have told me all about your little dilemma, dear." Maureen said. "And I'm not giving this up any time soon! You'll just have to deal with the fact that you let your wife try out other men. So, you've got to go out to the kitchen and have a little conversation with them." She undid me and I walked out to the kitchen with her. The Masters were at the table and there was a piece of paper and pen. "Well, you've lost. And now you're going to the next step," said Sir James. "This contract will formalize the arrangement for everyone. Read it. Understand it. OBEY it!" Cuckold Lust The contract read: 1. I, , agree to give all sexual rights to my wife to the Masters. This shall be exclusive and binding unless the Masters or me wife decide otherwise. There shall be no sexual acts between husband and wife, other than I shall provide oral sex to her after the Masters have enjoyed her at the discretion of the Masters and my wife. 2. I also agree to make my wife available for the Masters at any time that they might desire her. 3. I also agree to be the sole source of financial support for her. 4. I agree to give the Masters a key to our home and access to it at any time. 5. I agree to accompany my wife on a shopping trip for new lingerie and sex toys for the Masters to enjoy with her. 6. I also agree that I shall not attempt to change my wife's mind about becoming a BLACK OWNED WIFE should the Masters decided to graduate her to such level in her training. I read it, and looked up at my wife. "Don't look at me!" she said sharply. "You spied on Cathy having sex with Sir James here and then you tried to get out of your troubles by offering your wife to complete strangers! You fucked up because you thought you were so great that I might not enjoy it! You lost fair and square! So, you might as well just make it official." When she was finished I took the contract and pen. "That's it, you KNOW you want to sign it!" Sir James said. My hand trembled as I scribbled my signature at the bottom. "Good, now you know what is expected of you. Now, OUR woman Maureen wants a good pussy lickin' to get warmed up again!" Sir James said. We all went back to the bedroom, and Maureen laid on the bed with her legs spread. Her pink lips were out turned and a bit of cum dripped onto the bed spread. I dove into action without any other invite needed. The first thing I noticed was how much her taste had changed! This was my wife, and I knew her taste perfectly. I drank the mixture of my wife and her new lovers intrepidly, knowing this was the only way I would know my wife's sex anytime soon! She was not shy about this moment, lacing her hands through my hair and forcing the new paradigm on me! "Yeah, that's it! How do ya like me now!" Maureen goaded. "Hey honey, looks like he likes the taste of us all together," Sir James commented. "Well, he betta," Sir Junior said. Then they all started laughing. I just kept trying to give my wife the best oral sex I ever had as they all kept with the comments. My wife's folds were noticeably stretched from the action earlier, and I found myself suckling on them with earnest! In time, my wife began to suck on Sir James cock. I watched as she made him grow in her mouth, getting hard as he did. Her eyes were transfixed to his, almost submissive to this man. When he was fully erect, she lifted my mouth away from her soaked pussy. Sir Sam took me away from the bed. "You can stay in a spare bedroom," he said as he showed me to the door. I spent all night listening to my wife getting fucked all night, moaning and screaming in pleasure to my envy. Chapter 5 "So will you finally tell me how you lost your wife to them?" I asked Paul. It had been a complete week of my wife and her lovers. It was Saturday night and the Masters had informed both of us that they were taking our wives out on a date. Our wives wanted us not to get tempted to go out to a tittie bar, or cheat on them any other way. At their suggestion, Paul and I were spending the evening together, commiserating. "Well," Paul began, "I got into trouble with my bookie. It was pretty bad. I still don't know how I managed to get in so deep. But I did, and then I had to pay up. When I didn't have it, I thought I was going to catch a beating. Instead, I was told my debt had been 'bought'. That's when I got to meet the Masters. The pitch wasn't much different than what you got. And like you I was feeling pretty secure that I could control my wife. Man was I wrong! The three of them made love to her body as a trio. It was like what you told me they did to your wife. They seduced her and won her over, at least for the foreseeable future." He took a cigarette and lit it. After a long drag, he continued. "Well, most husbands probably don't do a good enough job as husbands. Maybe we get a little comfortable. Maybe a little arrogant, thinking that our wives couldn't possibly entertain the thought of being with another man. It happens, and now both of us are paying for it! Here it is a Saturday night and our white wives are out on the town with these black men! How humiliating! They could be seen! And there's nothing either of us can do!" I took a long off my smoke, and nodded knowingly. "I have to ask, do you get turned on by it?" "That's the hardest part! Well, looks like we have something else in common!" he replied. "Even so, I don't like that Cathy is out with them. That's a little more risk than I am entirely comfortable with. I want it kept under wraps. But, they seem to want to flaunt this thing!" It was true, Maureen and Sir James weren't afraid to push me further into cuckoldry. Maureen took the last week off and spent it with Sir James and Cathy. I suspected that the women were now sexually involved, but decided not to press the issue. Other than the first night, Sir James was the only one of the Masters I had seen. He seemed to be the top man of them. Perhaps it had something to do with his cock size. It was 9" and very thick. Maureen had warmed up to it and since the relationship had started commented that it was great to have such a large cock. Sure, she confided, she probably wouldn't have tried it if she had seen it first. But once her pussy got accustomed to him, she said that she craved the stretching. It had been a long week! And, Sir James didn't mind letting me know how much he was enjoying my wife. I tried to bury myself in work. But it seemed like no matter what time I returned home they were fucking, often in the living room with the drapes open! That was the only way I caught even a glimpse of her nude. She was being true to her new lover. I tried to kiss her once. She turned her head and warned me that, while she was going to let it go this time, she'd tell if I attempted anything! "Yeah," I replied. "I don't like the 'public' aspect of tonight. I'm afraid that they'll run into friends or family." "Well, there's not much out here to do. But I think they went into the city. And who knows who they might run into." I sipped my beer, and thought about the swirl of events that had been the week. The Masters stayed until late Sunday night, and the orgy that I had been forced to witness had continued the whole time except for rests, sleep and eating. Maureen was completely enamored with Sir James, as was Cathy. I went shopping Monday, as directed by the contract, and bought all new lingerie for my wife to enjoy with the Masters. She teased me the whole time by holding the outfits over her clothes, telling me how much her lovers would like them, and like taking them off her! She held up crotchless panties and lifted them apart saying "I bet you wish you could be here!" I had, on several occasions during the week, 'cleaned up' my wife right after Sir James had made love to her. I was becoming accustomed to the cocktail of their sex, and started to crave for it. However, in an unanticipated development, I was blindfolded, and had my hands handcuffed behind my back for the experience! Sir James was firm in his demand that Maureen was now his, and he wasn't interested in sharing! He liked for me to lick her pussy with his cum leaking out, and often made derisive comments. He also liked for me to lick her pussy because Maureen loved it, and it made the cuckolding more complete. But, he didn't want 'his' woman exposed to me. The topic of Sir James relationship with Cathy seemed to not have changed in the meantime. In fact, it seemed like an open relationship between them. I suspected, and hoped, that perhaps the girls viewed the relationship with Sir James as a fling. When I asked Maureen about it, she only commented that Sir James was enough of a stud to need more than one woman, and he had enough stamina to satisfy both of them! Paul and I watched TV deep into the night, eventually falling asleep. The women returned in the morning with Sir James. "OK girls, show em'!" he commented as he smiled. Cathy and Maureen lifted their shirts over their boobs in front of Paul and I. Their nipples had been pierced, and their breasts were covered in hickys!! Chapter 6 At the suggestion of Sir James, Paul spent the day with Maureen and I had the opportunity to spend the day with Cathy. He thought it would be a good experience for us cuckolds to talk and vent with the other's spouse. Secretly, I was thrilled. While my wife was still my wife, and I had an even stronger desire for her than I had for some time, I had started to have an increasing interest in Cathy. I knew that she was totally off limits sexually. Sir James had made this clear. I suspected that his motivation may have been to further the distance between the wives and the cuckolds. Anyway, he had claimed that he had plans for the day and didn't want us to have time alone with our wives and this was his edict. After Sir James left, Paul nervously asked Maureen if she wanted to go out for coffee. She agreed, also uneasy, and they had left. Cathy had gone to her bedroom to change. "What do you want to do?" Cathy called. "Let's drive out to the coast," I offered. "Sounds great! Go get your car and I'll meet you out front." I knew I should not do what I was about to undertake. But I simply could not help myself as I slipped down the hall towards Cathy's bedroom. The door was ajar and I was able to spy her. She was topless with her back to me. I admired the smooth, milk white skin of her back, curved gently-so female and enticing. She was looking in her dresser mirror, admiring the 2 inch gold hoops that now adorned her large inviting nipples. She was gently touching and toying them. My already stiff cock dripped seeing her naturally touching herself. Suddenly I was caught, as her eyes lifted and saw me in the doorway! "My, my, my, Ben! You really like watching me!" Cathy said coyly. "I, umm, well . . . I couldn't help myself," I stammered. "It's okay! I actually like it!" she said with a giggle and winked. "Now, be a good Boy Toy and go get the car!" With that I exited and did as told. It was a sunny day, warm and already in the high 70's. I put the top of the BMW down and parked in front of her house. She was wearing a loose fitting, button down cotton top with short sleeves and shorts. I got out of the car and opened the door for her. "Thank you," She said with a smile and a sly glance over her shoulder as entered. I turned out westbound toward the coast. I found myself a little intimidated by Cathy, and how attracted I had become. "So, Ben, how are you liking being cuckolded?" Cathy brazenly asked, breaking the silence. "Well, I think it's hot!" I replied. "I miss sex very much, though. But the nature of the sexual twist has been so erotic. Maureen has been totally into Sir James, and I'm not sure where I stand with her right now." "She's enjoying him, sure," Cathy said. "You have to understand that she feels entitled. After all you were caught pants down, so to speak. Then, you agreed to let these men into her secret to get yourself off the hook. You can be sure that she knows that you didn't think she'd find out when you agreed to it." "Yeah, but that's not unlike the situation Paul got himself into, is it?" I asked. "How so? How did he say we met the Masters?" I retold Paul's tale of his bookie selling his debt as he had relayed it. Cathy burst out in laughter when I finished. "Not quite! Actually, he wanted me to have sex with another man in front of him. I wasn't interested at all. Time went by and he kept asking and asking. Then, one Saturday when I wanted to spend the day together he decided to go golfing with his friends for the day, instead! So, I decided to get back at him and posted some pictures of myself on the internet. Well, there were LOTS of emails flowing in response, as you can imagine. That's when I found Sir James, and his friends. When he got home that night I gave him the cold shoulder, and cut him off for sex. I kept him with blue balls all week as I got to know Sir James, and had even met him. Come Saturday night I told Paul that I had decided to give him his wish, but on my terms. I tied him down before they arrived. He had imagined one thing. I would have one night, one time, with a white man. Imagine his surprise at three black men showing up! He hadn't really been as attentive as I would have liked for some time, and getting his wish was far more than he had thought of. I decided that since he wanted me to essentially act like a little whore, I'd oblige him! He was clearly shaken, and still is!" "How is your relationship holding up?" I asked. "He is obeying, but distant. I know it turns him on, and it has made him yearn for me back. But, I'm not sure that he can handle it long term." "Ah. So, what do you like best about cuckolding?" "There are several things I like very much," Cathy started. "I like having seized this erotic power over my husband. I have turned the classic roles upside down. Now I am the head, and he follows! Most women, me included, don't mind the classic role of a wife. Pleasing a strong husband can be a turn on. But, it can get old. Now, after years of the relationship, it's reversed. And I have to admit it's kind of nice! For that matter I seem to have extended my 'power', if you will, and have you at my call, too!" "Yeah," I said dreamy, glancing over at her. "Then, you have to take into account the sex. Sir James has great drive and cums very heavy, as you know!" Cathy giggled giddily. "How many wives can claim to have been sexually pleased as I have been? Not many. And all this is with essentially with no down side. Paul can't say anything about it. After all, he begged me to start it!" When we got to the coast I turned south on 101 to enjoy the scenery with Cathy. "So, you seem to like seeing me nude . . . how much did you like seeing me fucking Sir James that first day?" Cathy questioned. Ever since that day, I had come to know this raw sexual nature of her, and it turned me on. "I like it very much, as I'm sure you know!" "Details, details!! I want to know EXACTLY what turned you on." "Okay, you and Maureen have similar builds, as you know. So you kknow that you are very much my type. Well, I have this surreal kink about white women having sex with black men. I had never seen it before. I watched as your body reacted to him. I yearned as I saw him holding your hips and your bright pink lips were stretched around his dark cock. And I was unable to just turn away. I saw him holding you-taking you-right before me, with such force that your breasts pounded back and fourth and skin shook!" I realized that reliving the experience in Cathy's presence had caused my cock to drip copious amounts of precum, so much that there was a clear wet spot on my shorts which Cathy was glancing at! "Hmmmm," she said. I had been watching the road and now noticed that her hand had wandered and was resting on her pussy. I could clearly see the hoops through her shirt and her hard nipples strained the fabric outward. "Pull over and get a room, Ben!" I was shocked, and absolutely thrilled! I quickly found an oceanfront motel and got a room. Once inside, I started to undress her. "No," she commanded. "I just want you to lick my pussy. Remember your place! We are all under the black masters. I am a white woman, therefore above you. You are my boy toy, and will do as I wish! Now, remove my shorts." I did as she directed. Cathy rested her tummy on the bed and spread her legs on the floor. "Now . . . lick, lick, lick Ben! This is your chance to show me how turned on you are!" I did, and for hours I enjoyed the nectar of Cathy's essence. Chapter 7 Cathy and I spent several hours in the hotel room, with me providing oral satisfaction to her. I savored her sex shared with me, and traced and became familiar with every curve, fold, taste and scent of her secret. As she enjoyed my attentions, and drank a glass of wine, she spoke revealing many things in a dreamy, erotic, throaty tone: "That's it, boy toy! Lick and suck, lick and suck! Hell yeah! Drink that cum!" We moved to the floor, with her kneeling above my face facing my feet. "That's it, be a good little boy toy and taste Sir James and ME! Don't think you've moved up a notch, slave (then she rode my mouth forcefully with her pussy)! I'm still Sir James white sex slut, and you're still there beneath me - don't you forget it! My cock was rock hard and dripping, begging for her attention. It tensed and throbbed, exposed to my sexy Cathy. My balls were heavy and full, wanting to surrender to her. "My, my that cock looks like it's begging!" she laughed and teased. "Well, too bad! Just like your wife I belong to Sir James, and both you and my husband are now pushed down and under us blacked wives!" I started sucking on the sensual folds of Cathy's pussy, concentrating on them, venerating them with my mouth. Her pubic hair tickled my face and her juices soaked her sexy slit. Then she started to tease my cock by gently blowing on it. I closed my eyes and imagined that she was even close to it as my cock surrendered it's sacred thick, sticky, baby juice for her. "Mmmmmmm," she commented. "Just like master said." My orgasm subsided and as it did my attention to Cathy's mound became less urgent and more sensual in nature. "Oh, yeah," she said. "Don't stop! Keep drinking master's cum from my pussy. Mmmmmmmm! Hope you know Paul is tasting Maureen right now!" She giggled with a naughty tone. I paused momentarily, unsure how to handle the thought of Paul seeing tasting my wife's secret. "Don't worry, Master told us to switch hubbys for the afternoon," she forced her mound onto my willing, open mouth again. "Master wants to be sure that the ties of husband and wife are subject to his command. He thought it would help you both to surrender your sexuality further to us and him." She started to gyrate her opening over my mouth, and some of Sir James cum was transfered from her to me. "Master wanted me to make sure that you know that he intends to breed Maureen and I. So, get ready for a new level of cuckoldry my boy toy! Master wants us white wives to still have a white cuck to give us oral, since he has decided to focus on trying to get us pregnant. But, it can't be our husbands at this time. He doesn't want any chance of you or Paul trying to talk us our of our decision. So, from the time we get home until we are successful you will be moving into my house and Paul into yours! Master has ordered that Maureen and I are not to speak to our husbands without him present either. So, no trying to talk to Maureen on the sneak!" My mind was racing with the revelations Cathy had given me. I was conflicted and confounded, as well as highly aroused. My wife had been further stolen from me. Now Paul would taste her essence and see her wild pubic hair. Maureen kept her pussy totally natural and never even trimmed it. I was always turned on when we went to the beach and some pubes peaked out. Now I had lost control of my wife, and could only imagine what was happening in my own house. On the other hand I now had access to Cathy! Her pubic area was trimmed, but thick and auburn like her hair. And her lips were more outward, inviting me to suckle on them. She got wonderfully wet at my oral attention, and I loved the taste of her juices. Later in the afternoon we went for dinner then home. I noticed that both Sir James and Paul's cars were parked in my driveway. I winced. Cathy's hand found my upper thigh and gave it a squeeze as we parked in her driveway. Cuckold Lust "It's OK to feel the flow of jealousy, Ben. Just concentrate on how much it turned you on to see Maureen's pussy satiated by master. Remember how much you felt the twisting erotic knife in your heart seeing that hard black cock take your wife. Think about her lips all stretched out and bright pink, yielding her sacred white womb to him. You knew he would have her, and that she would desire to totally give herself to him. All of this is an extension of what you wanted and started. You can't expect to control their relationship any more than Paul can expect to control master and mine! Now, let's go inside and you can lick me like I was your wife. As you already know, I have master's cum also. And now you can drink it from me, instead." She took my hand, and I followed her inside without looking back. Chapter 8 Cathy spent the rest of the night riding my mouth, much to my joy. As I suckled on her secret, I forgot about what was happening next door. Or perhaps not forgot, rather was focused on Cathy instead. We woke up in the same bed, me before her, spooning. It felt great to have her milk-white skin next to mine, and I took some freedoms while I could. Finally I had my hand on her heavy, erotic breasts. I kissed her neck, which caused her to moan. My tongue tasted around her chest as my cock instantly hardened. Cathy's legs spread as she moaned again, exposing her luscious pussy from behind. In an instant, I had an inspiration. I took my hard cock and started to slip it into her folds. I couldn't help myself, knowing them intimately. Master had stretched Cathy with his large black cock, and that turned me on even more! I loved and cherished the initial vision I had of this sexy little porn star for some time. I had witnessed him turning out her bright pink lips, and had wanted to feel it for myself. I was enveloped by her - taken by her, not her by me. As my cock reached deeper the heat of her garden became more and more intense. As my pace quickened, Cathy's eyes opened and she said, "That's it Ben! Fuck me! Take that pussy and make it yours! There's no protection! TRAP ME!" With that I could not resist, and came forcefully. We kissed and cuddled for some time. I explored her body with hands and tongue as she verbally encouraged me. "Go make some coffee my boy toy!" she eventually said. I went to the kitchen, as directed, and she soon followed. "Well Ben, looks like we have a bit of a situation! I won't tell Master, but he's coming over tonight. And, you're going to have to deal with it." I sipped my coffee, torn from within. I was not hers, yet she was not required to be mine alone. I knew the deal, and she could have him if she wanted - knowing that I would accept anything for her. When Master did arrive later, I was jealous as his thick hard cock took her peach before me. Cathy moaned extra loud, perhaps out of the knowledge of the unpredictable nature of having his cum and mine in her pussy at once. He drove hard in to her, and I was tormented as both their thighs quivered as the came together. Later when he left, Cathy got on all fours, offering me the chance to suck his cum from her. I jumped at the chance, locking me mouth around her sex lips, french kissing and sucking her sacred garden as she taunted me . . .