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The Lodger Ch. 01

By: mature_amazon_lover



The taxi pulled up to the house, and the passenger, a rather slight male in his very early twenties, saw that it was an enmeshed castle of geometric three-dimensional shapes, but not so enmenshed as to be unliveable, or so he hoped. As he disembarked, the passenger, Phillip Ahern, note a look of wry bemusement on the taxi driver's face. Phillip had no idea why he should have such a smile, and wondered if the driver was having a private joke at Phillip's expense. Even if he was, Phillip didn't really care what a chubby, middle-aged man, in a job where the pay was completely proportional to where he drove, thought about him or his location, so he allowed the old man his private joke. Somethhing about the house, perhaps... He was at the front door now, and the taxi was gone, as Phillip had a nasty thought creep into his head.

He checked the advertisement from the local newspaper again, just to make sure this was the right address. 'Three co-owners, wishing to have fourth wheel to make a complete car...' There was no mistake, this was the place. It seemed very... large, and of blatant post-modernist design. Probably out of his price range, but as he'd made the journey from his old apartment to this post-modernist palace, he decided he might as well ask.

Waiting no more than a minute after ringing the bell, Phillip was greeted by an unusually tall woman of Oriental descent, clad in a voluminous ensemble of jumper and sweat pants. "Hello! You're here for the room, right? Excellent! Come in, come in!" He was herded inside, whilst this Oriental giantess, whom Phillip reasoned couldn't be more than 25 (and was actually very beautiful to boot, although her size was unusual for a woman of her racial history), spoke the usual polite things polite people say.

"Where are my manners? My name is Su-Ling, there are two others living here, Amanda and Namita, they'll be back shortly, just gone out to get some things for dinner. Meanwhile, why don't you tell me about yourself?" After being seated in a modestly luxurious kitchenette, Phillip went through the last 8 months of his life.

"Well, I've just finished college, and I have a likely job prospect in an accountant's office. I had been living in a group bedsit, but I just found that too claustrophobic, pretty much no-one liked me there, and were always saying stuff about me, even to my face..." 

He continued in this spiel for a while longer, detailing how he'd more or less drifted from one place to another, and how he'd had to move out over some storm in a teacup. He'd realised about halfway through that he was making himself sound like a sociopath with no way of paying for his room and board, so he tried to emphasise his blamelessness in all these unfortunate incidents, how others had taken offence at his taking a highly restrained umbrage at their choices of hedonistic delights, taking little heed of what might happen to them if they continued. Su-Ling replied that she understood perfectly, she was somewhat sensitive to the self-destructive nature of youth when she was that age too.

"'That age'? You only look about 5 years older than me." Phillip suddenly understood just what a completely back-handed compliment that comment was, and would have apologised, were it not for the fact that Su-Ling was clearly amused with this, giggling quite beautifully, rocking with polite mirth. "Five? Nearer fifteen I'm afraid. That's right, you're going to be living with an old maid, three in fact. It's sweet of you to say that though. I think I'm going to like you very much indeed." Then, in a highly unusual tone of voice, "I think we all are"

Phillip was about to say that he didn't see her as an old maid in the slightest, then it dawned on him; "I-I've got the apartment?" "If you want it." "But this is such a lovely neighbourhood, I don't think I could afford the rent." "Oh, that! We can discuss payment at the end of the month, but I think for such a polite young man as yourself, it won't be expensive."

Her tone was becoming rather flirtatious, and Phillip was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable next to this gentle Oriental giantess, when he heard a car pull up. Su-Ling practically squealed "Oh! The others are here! I'll introduce you!"

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To be continued in Part 2, where Numita and Amanda are introduced, and things get... rather interesting. Votes and comments (of the coherent kind preferably ;)) are appreciated, particularly if you feel I can improve in some way. Remember, we're all new writers at some point, so be nice!

The Lodger Ch. 01



DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction featuring interracial sex, cuckolding and mild humiliation. If any of this is not to your taste feel free to look elsewhere. It does not feature long and graphic depiction of sex so if that's your thing you may also like to skip this one. If it still sounds like your cup of tea, enjoy. 

*

Derek spoke softly, but I could hear him talking to my wife.

"I'm sorry about what I said last night Adrienne."

"That's OK. You were drunk. I know you didn't mean what you said."

He paused and looked at her intently.

"I didn't say that."

Adrienne looked mock-confused, but excited, slurrring her words a little.

"What do you mean?"

He took her hand in his. I thought this a little forward, right in front of me. 

"Adrienne, what I said was, I'm sorry I said what I said. I didn't say that I didn't mean it. It was just inappropriate of me to say. You a married woman and all."

He glanced up at me for the first time, his eyes a little lazy with the wine. I wondered whether he realised I could hear their conversation. But then I thought suddenly, in fact somehow I knew, that he did know I could hear it. Either he didn't care, or he wanted me to hear.

She sighed, and then quite naturally rested her head on his shoulder.

"Oh Derek", she said, "you're a good man."

I had a thick lump in my throat as I sat across the room, listening and watching. For a long time no one said anything. I just watched my wife resting her head on Derek's shoulder. She looked beautiful to me at that moment, feminine and vulnerable as she had never looked before. Something about the contrast between them, Adrienne petite and girlish almost, Derek most definitely a man -- tall, muscular, relaxed. I was filled with love for her, but also with dread and foreboding. 

The last six months flashed before me in those few minutes ... Derek moving into our house, a lodger just divorced. Our common curiosity about him, giggly and gossipy at first ... a black man, smart, courteous, but most definitely black in a way that jarred our white middle class sensibilities whether we cared to admit it or not. His brashness, his humour, his confidence. Our growing friendship, nights of dinner and intimate chat, after which I would end up fetching the whiskey and we would all stagger up to bed drunk and slow, but happy. "Such a lovely man", Adrienne would say, repeating herself as people who have had too much wine tend to do. The strange atmosphere I had begun to feel, we all felt it I am sure, a growing weight, a headiness, melancholy, expectant almost. Dreamlike, and disturbing in the way that all dreams are, but definitely real.

"Derek ...", she whispered, her voice trailing off.

"Yes Adrienne."

He smiled down at her.

"Do you want me to ask my husband for some privacy?"

How odd it might seem to someone else, but in my woozy headed state, accepting of a reality of which I was not yet conscious, what she was suggesting seemed perfectly natural to me ... that I might offer them privacy, in my own house, take my leave and accept that I was not part of what was happening here. It was like water trickling, flowing downstream, so natural a conclusion to the course of our relationships that in my inhibition-free state it seemed absurd to question or resist it.

Derek leaned over and whispered in her ear. She giggled then raised her head from his shoulder and looked at me.

"Darling. Would you mind going up to bed ahead of me? Derek and I would like some privacy now."

She knew I had been listening. 

My face was flushed scarlet, I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and my throat was too dry to answer. I nodded and got up. I felt as if I was outside my own body, like I had no control at all, even getting up and walking upstairs - as Adrienne smiled and rested her head back on Derek's shoulder - seemed involuntary, like I was obeying some script, some natural law, a force far greater than me. I was excited at the same time, wildly excited in fact, but not erect ... my little friend had shrunk back, as if in deference to a greater power at work. As I walked up the stairs, I thought I might masturbate with the knowledge of what was going to happen, but my compact little penis remained flaccid and numb throughout the night as I listened for any sounds I could catch from downstairs, and later, after the nocturnal creaky shuffling of movement, from Derek's room upstairs from ours. I knew she was there with him. I could not pleasure myself, although later I often thought back with unparalleled orgasmic thrill on that night, so quiet and calm, but so filled with truly erotic moments. Adrienne resting her head on his shoulder, a universal signal of a woman's submission and longing ... the night I knew for the first time, for sure, that my beloved wife wanted another man, so much that she did not care about her sacred vows or the consequences, and that for all her protestations of love, there was a cold, pragmatic contempt underneath it all, which she betrayed by this indifference. And then, to be sent to bed ... time for the grown-ups to have some time alone. A man and a woman, things I did not need to know about or see. Such a gentle humiliation, but so acute, so choking.

I must have succumbed to sleep in the early hours, and when I awoke the bed was still empty. There was a little shudder when all the events of the night before came back to me. It had happened, it was all real. What happens now? I wondered how it would be today, and I didn't know how I was going to behave. I needn't have worried ... the natural, almost involuntary flow of my responses, if not my feelings, continued into the day without really missing a beat. I made coffee, and sat alone for a couple of hours before I heard footsteps. It was Adrienne. She looked dozy and sleepless, but radiant, dressed in just a black shirt of Derek's and her white knickers, her tanned legs on display in all their magnificence. Her light brown hair was a mess, and she casually passed a combing hand through it as she came over to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Mmmm", she muttered. "Morning."

"Good morning."

I passed her a cup of coffee. She drank from it and leant on the counter, looking at me with a happy expresssion. I could feel her affection for me, but I knew that was not the only source of her obvious and delirious happiness that morning. 

"You're so sweet", she said. "I'm so lucky to have you."

I felt numb and swept up, like I was still very much in the midst of this momentous thing. Not much was said, not many words were needed, but I knew that we were talking about things that were quite real and profound, and that everything had changed. Eventually I found some words for her.

"I just want you to be happy Adrienne."

She smiled, flushed and kissed me again.

"I am happy, honey. I am so happy I can't describe it."

I stepped back and looked at her. She looked so beautiful. For the first time, I felt a stirring as my little cock throbbed and swelled at the sight of her. My wife. The words and pictures were spinning around in my head ... my wife ... another man ... Derek ... a black man. Another man has fucked my wife. A black man has fucked my wife. Yes, a black man. Why did that detail, my cuckolder's race, make my little cock so hard? I thought something inside me knew, but couldn't quite work it out in words. No matter. I was breathing hard now, and Adrienne was looking at me quizically. She glanced down at my modest crotch protrusion.

"Do you need to go back to bed for a while, honey? It might ... sort you out. Might be just what you need."

She came over and stroked my hair, then leaned and whispered in my ear.

"I'll come with you if you like. We could ... talk about last night."

So knowing, and so beautiful. It made her seem immensely powerful to me. I don't even remember nodding my assent, we both just knew it was going to happen, so she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. 

We snuggled in our bed, and I felt the heat of her body against mine. Our embrace was warm, loving, immense, but also quite different from anything that had gone before, in crucial details, and in the feeling it gave me. For a second I had thought we were going to make love. But Adrienne, having discarded Derek's shirt to the floor, had pointedly kept her knickers on, a little white cotton barrier I had not known before in our bed. She stroked my hair tenderly, breathing deeply, a sleepy, affectionate, slightly condescending look on her face. My cock was hard as a stone, but I was lost as to what to do with it. Ever so gently, my wife led the way.

"You know, ever since I first saw Derek, I wondered what it would be like. But I never thought it would actually happen."

I stiffened even more at her words, the little thing was sore now. I answered with a choked, dry voice.

"And now it has happened."

"Yes. It has."

I knew she was aware of the effect this was having on me, and my shameful excitement that would not hide itself but declared itself more at every turn. She grinned.

"You can touch yourself if you want. While we talk."

I had never pleasured myself in front of Adrienne before, it felt like a private, almost shameful thing before, but now she was inviting it, prompting it, and I couldn't help myself. How everything had changed, so quickly.

"Thanks", I said, grateful for the small erotic chance she was giving me, after the night she must have had. I reached and stroked myself for the first time ... it would never be large, but I was surprised to find it just a little bigger than it had felt before, hot, swollen and aching. 

"So what ... what was it like Adrienne?"

She chuckled. Happy at the memory. 

"It was wonderful Max. It felt like something that was meant to be. I had thought about it and imagined it so many times, but in fact it was better in reality. Warm, intense, surprising. Even ... well, loving."

I gulped. I was stroking my cock now as Adrienne looked at me intently, teasingly.

"What happened downstairs? After I left you."

"He kissed me. We kissed. So tenderly, it was a new experience for me. It felt like we had known each other so long, we'd been building up to it for so long, but it was still a bit surprising. I never kissed a black man before. His dark skin, full lips. I wanted him, he knew I wanted him, and he could do whatever he wanted with me, but we had a lot of fun just kissing and cuddling like teenagers for quite a long time."

I thought I might blow just hearing this, but I was in a strange and sweet ecstasy hearing her talk, touching myself in front of another, ignoring my shame and almost relishing it, and thereby breaking my own little taboo as Adrienne had broken her wedding vows. I pleaded with her to go on.

"He touched me, slowly and tenderly, just natural and nothing too aggressive. His hands on my breasts, I swear I was almost proud of myself, my nipples were so rock hard when he touched them, dark brown and dappled. Like never before."

Like my little cock now, I thought. Never seemed so perfectly hard. I imagined my wife's nipples under his touch, like little hot stones, standing to attention.

"His tough fingers gently stroking up the under side of my thighs. His hands felt so different to yours, so masculine somehow. My whole body felt like one single thing though. I felt it all over. He was loving my whole body, and we still had our clothes on. Its never felt like that with you."

"Did you ... touch ... him?"

"I kept trying, reaching for him. He held me back, like he was waiting, teasing me."

"He kept you waiting." I thought my little cock would burst at her words.

"Yes", she said, then whispered softly, "but when he let me touch it, well, my oh my."

"Was it like mine?"

Adrienne suppressed a laugh.

"No."

"What was it like?"

She smirked, glancing down at my penis.

"You want me to describe Derek's cock to you Max? While you stroke your ... your little pee-pee?"

The gentle teasing, the childish term she used to describe my penis, it was like she knew all my pathetic buttons better than I did. My 'pee-pee' was so stiff now it hurt. 

"Yes ... please Adrienne ..."

"Well, let's see ... I touched it through his trousers and I could feel the size. Then I unzipped him and took it out and ... well, I got another surprise. I had thought he was erect you see. But then there was this huge thing, flaccid and heavy, swinging out. Bigger than yours is now. Imagine that, Max -- Derek is bigger when flaccid than you are erect. I had never thought of your penis as big, far from it, I suppose I had got used to it ... but I never realised quite how small it could seem in comparison to someone like Derek. So much cock. All for one girl. I was thinking, ooh, all for me?"

"What did you do?"

"Just played with it for a while. He let me. Stroked it with my fingers, feeling it pulse and react. It was a new experience for me, feeling a real cock like that. Then I kissed it. Licked it. Licked these huge black veins running down it. I shifted onto the floor, on my knees, and took it into my mouth. So much cock, Max! It feels like I can still feel it. My mouth was full of this flaccid, meaty cock, gagging. I couldn't help thinking about your little one, how small it felt, like my own thumb, and how this was something so different. So different. Then it started to get harder, longer, and I couldn't take it all in my mouth any more."

"Go on. Please ..."

"I sucked him. As best I could. Sucked the head of it, he was grunting like he liked it, and I just wanted to please him, to please this huge ... cock. I worked it up and down with my mouth and tongue, trying to get it into my throat. I wanted to show Derek I could do it. That I wasn't just some square married white woman who can't handle real cock. He seemed to like it, he was grinning and grunting, grabbing my hair."

I was choking, dry-mouthed, still stroking, about to burst, hearing my wife talk like this.

"Then all of a sudden he just pulled me off his cock and held my face up to his. He said: I've been waiting for this for a long time Adrienne. Thought about it every night since I came here. Seeing you with Max, knowing what you needed. And now I'm going to fuck you."

I had to stop stroking my little dick at this point. I didn't want to come in front of Adrienne like this. Well, I wanted to hear it all first anyway. 

So she went on, telling me, very slowly, what had happened. How they had rushed upstairs, excited, flustered, how he had practically ripped her clothes off, thrust her down on the bed. She told me how wet she had been, like never before, and how even his huge penis had penetrated her so easily, filled her, hot and wet. She talked softly into my ear about how that had felt. As though Derek had penetrated her whole body, not just her vagina, but all of her. I was delirious hearing it, my memory of it fuzzy with the ecstacy, the mental image of the black penis penetrating my wife repeating over and over in my head, and I exploded before her story climaxed. Adrienne looked at me, tenderly, with something like pity but a little love as well, as I lay there with my softening penis in my hand, covered in my own cum. She offered me a tissue to wipe myself, smirked, and left the room. 

***

I had hurriedly showered and dressed. Adrienne was still in the kitchen, drinking more coffee. I heard the sound upstairs I had dreaded. Derek's footsteps. My cuckolder, coming down the stairs. He had fucked my wife, slept a peaceful sleep, and now he was awake and heading towards me. I couldn't face him.

"I'm going out for a walk," I said to Ade, and I could hear her chuckling to herself as I closed the door. 

I stayed out all day. Walking around the park, sitting on benches, lost in a daze. It didn't seem real. I was shaken and confused. Hurt ... yes. Humiliated ... yes. A thick lump in my throat all day. This had to be wrong, so wrong. I had to go back, tell them Derek had to go, this was all unacceptable. I had to tell Adrienne she couldn't do this to me, she had to respect our marriage. It was all wrong on so many levels, it had to be stopped. I had to be a man again.

My penis begged to differ. It betrayed me, hardening every time I thought of what had happened, which was very often that day. It was so hard it hurt. I knew that on some not very deep level, I wanted this. It excited me. Thrilled me. If not, why was my little thing so stiff it was sore? In a sordid public toilet in the park, I wanked again. I couldn't help myself. It was a glorious sunny day. I didn't read, go anywhere, didn't even eat. I just lay back on the grass and let it all spin through my head. I was safely away from them, off in my own head, in fantasy land, not having to deal with the reality. 

But I knew it was waiting for me. As the sun began to set I forced one foot in front of the other and headed home. When I came to the door I was trembling. Afraid to go inside my own house. It was a different place now. Conquered territory. A perverse thought, ugly and uncivilised ... but with a large degree of truth. My hand shuddered as I put the key in the lock. It wouldn't catch first time. I forced it in with a shove and opened the door. 

They were both there, waiting for me. They both looked as though they were trying not to look too happy. I couldn't meet Derek's eye, until he forced me, coming over and putting his strong hand on my shoulder.

"How are you doing, Max?" he asked, smiling.

I buckled slightly under his touch, weakening, and he reached for a chair for me. I sat down, suddenly exhausted. 

Adrienne put a cold beer down in front of me, gently touching my shoulder as Derek had done, and I gulped from the bottle. 

For a long time I couldn't speak. My wife sat, self-contained, confident, opposite me, next to Derek. At one point, she squeezed his hand as if to indicate something to him. Something about the familiarity of this made me shudder. It was Derek who spoke first.

"I ... think I know a little bit of what you're going through, Max."

I almost smiled. How could he?

Then he went on.

"Believe it or not, I've been in one or two situations like this before."

"What ... what kind of situations?"

"Well ... situations involving ... husbands and wives. Couples."

"I see."

Adrienne smiled knowingly. Perhaps they had already talked about it.

"You see," Derek leaned a little towards me, imposing himself, "society, conventions ... they teach you to think in a certain way, react in a certain way. You are brainwashed into thinking that certain things are allowed, and certain things aren't. That there is only one way of being a man. One way of being a couple. But all that ... its just bullshit Max."

He let his words sink in a little then continued.

"There are no rules, Max. There's just us. We are all adults. We can do whatever we like. We can decide our own rules and have our own ways of living. Our own ... relationships."

I thought about his words. I understood on some profound level. I just couldn't see where it was going, what it meant for me. 

"I ... I think I ... agree, Derek. But ... what does that mean for me, for me and Adrienne ... what happens now?"

"Do you love her Max?"

"Of course I do. More than anything."

Adrienne flushed, smiled at me full of warmth.

"Don't you want her to have everything she could ever want? People, women especially, are always being told they can't have it both ways. Don't you want to give this to your wife, as a gift, a gift of love? Letting her have it both ways ..."

Both ways? Again, deep down I knew what he meant, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I was silent again for a long minute. Finally I spoke.

"Yes. Yes I do want that."

I looked at my wife.




The Lodger Ch. 01



"I want everything for you Adrienne."

She touched my hand.

"Thank you honey."

Derek smiled.

"I admire you Max. It takes guts to say what you're saying."

This seemed perverse to me. We all knew what we were talking about, what I was consenting to, submitting to. It seemed shameful to me, but I was compelled towards it and couldn't stop myself.

"So what do ... I do ... what do I do now?" I asked.

"You want my advice Max?" Derek broke in, not waiting for an answer. "Just go with what you feel. Don't think too much. I've been here before ... and I think you'll know what feels right. How to deal with it. How to ... behave."

I knew, I knew so well, and I followed my cuckolder's advice. I did let go. I followed my heart, or the strange perverse force that was propelling me. I didn't think. I just went with it. 

I left them alone and went to watch TV, in a daze. I don't remember what I saw. I could hear them chatting, giggling, making dinner. They called me in to eat, but I couldn't. I just drank and stared at the TV. Adrienne came to check on me a couple of times, stroking my shoulder affectionately. After they had eaten they came and stood in the doorway. 

"I'm beat, I'm going to bed," said Derek. He looked at Ade.

"Me too," she said.

I was choked again and could hardly speak.

"G... Good ... Goodnight," I said.

"Night Max."

"Goodnight honey."

Adrienne kissed me on the lips then turned to follow Derek. He placed a gentle black hand on the small of her back as they turned to go upstairs, smiling at me as he did so. Adrienne looked back and flashed me a little wave with her fingertips as they disappeared.

*** 



The Lodger Ch. 02



For months we shared our secret menage and slipped into a pattern, a routine, a way of things, as always happens through familiarity. Adrienne and I lived together as husband and wife. Adrienne and Derek lived together under that same roof, as lovers. I had accepted it, and I felt powerless to do anything else. They would retire to bed together and say goodnight to me matter-of-factly, as though there were nothing unusual about it. Some nights they would get drunk, and they would cuddle and flirt in front of me before stumbling upstairs. Other times, Adrienne would ask me to leave them, as she had on that first night. I wondered from the knowing little half-smile on her face whether she knew how much this little humiliation excited me, plunged me into a dark place of submission to my fate, and left me stroking myself ecstatically on our bed. While I slept alone, they fucked intensely, sometimes for hours on end, and as lovers they were an enigma, a source of fascination, almost worship, for me as I lay awake listening to the sounds, imagining the scene. I knew that what they were doing, what they were going through, was something quite different from the sex life that I had shared with my wife, and that it was something I would never experience, never be capable of experiencing. I began to feel a real sense of the physical superiority of Derek, my cuckolder. I could never satisfy Adrienne as he did, I had never made her cry out with joy, sob uncontrollably, beg for more, stay up all night, stay home all day caring for nothing but being fucked by her lover. She was like an addict for him. I knew the word for it I suppose, but I felt a huge painful lump of sorrow rise in my throat every time I admitted it to myself. She was in love with him. 

"Can you call the office for me, tell them I'm not well and I won't be coming in today?"

This became a familiar request from my wife. I would look over at Derek, knowing that he would be fucking my wife all day, and wondering what that felt like. I always did as she asked. 

One morning I brought coffee up to Adrienne and Derek in their bed as I had gotten into the habit of doing, and Adrienne surprised me a little.

"Max, its your birthday next week. We'd like to do something for you. Derek and I. Anything you want. Go somewhere, do something. You're so sweet to us, you make us so happy, we'd like to do something special for you."

"Oh ... OK. Like what?"

Derek was eyeing me, complacent and intruigued with the conversation as my wife answered, her head still on his chest and her beautiful small breasts covered primly by a hand on the sheet as she propped herself up. 

"I don't know, anything you want. Have a think about it."

"OK Ade. That's a nice thought. I'll think about it."

After work that evening I caught Adrienne alone in the kitchen. I had been thinking and fantasizing all day, plucking up the courage for my proposal. I didn't want to say it in front of Derek. Even with my wife I was flushed bright red, I could feel blotches on my neck revealing my embarrassment. But I had to say it, this was a chance in a lifetime. 

"Adrienne, about your proposal."

"Proposal?"

"For my birthday treat."

"Oh! Yes of course. Did you give it any thought?"

I had to just come right out with it. 

"I ... I'd like to ... w-watch."

"Watch?" She raised an eyebrow. "Watch what?"

"You and Derek."

"Ohhhh. Oh ... Oh. Right. I see ..."

A grin came over her face. She looked me up and down briefly, letting me squirm in my embarrassment.

"And how would that work exactly, Max? What would you like us to do?"

"I ... If I could just be a fly on the wall. You could do what you normally do. When I'm out."

She laughed out loud this time.

"Ooh, Maxy. You little pervert, you."

"I know. But you said anything I want. That's what I want most."

She paused a moment, still grinning.

"Let me discuss it with Derek. We'll let you know."

When Derek came home, she asked me to leave them so they could talk, so I went upstairs to the bedroom. At first I could hear them kissing and canoodling, then I heard them chatting and laughing. Then my wife called me down. I was trembling as I walked into my own living room to greet them. They were on the sofa, arm in arm. It was Derek who spoke.

"Adrienne tells me you want to watch us."

I blushed scarlet.

"That's ... that's right Derek."

He grinned. He could see me squirming with shame.

"That's what you want more than anything else?"

I nodded, eyes lowered. It seemed so shameful to be confessing this to Derek, another man. That what I wanted more than anything else in the world was to watch him fuck my wife. 

He looked at Adrienne, then sighed. 

"OK Max, your wish has come true."

He smiled.

"Th-thank you Derek."

My eyes were still lowered in shame. 

"For one day only," he went on, "you can be a fly on the wall and a Peeping Tom with us. We'll just treat you like part of the furniture."

"Thank you. But if I can help you or s...serve you while I am here, please let me know."

Derek grinned.

"OK Max. We'll bear that in mind."

All week I was beside myself with excitement at what was going to happen on my birthday. All of those things I had heard, imagined, wanked over, I was going to see them happen with my own eyes. A real man and a real woman, making love as God intended. My beautiful, beloved wife, being fucked by a black man. Adrienne, her pretty white mouth stuffed with cock. Derek's cock. Despite myself, those particular words and thoughts made my little dick hard every time ... Derek's cock. I had never seen it. But now I was going to. Quite often that week I would find myself having to stifle an erection on my journey to work as my thoughts kept turning to my birthday treat. At more sober moments I felt some gloom at how twisted and perverted my existence had become. How could I call myself a man? What man would request as a birthday treat to see his own wife fucked by another man, in his own home? Adrienne had called me a pervert. I couldn't deny it. And yet ... how glorious those fantasies were. Not just fantasies either, this was really going to happen. I knew what my little white penis wanted, and the brain would always follow. 

**

Watching my wife lying back on the bed, a little glint of sweat underneath her white breasts, her legs spread wide, beckoning, begging for his cock, my whole body felt numb, and my little penis throbbed just to see it. I looked up at Derek as he stood savouring the sight, my beautiful wife spread at his mercy, his possession and conquest. He stroked his long black penis absently. I looked at his cock, stared at it in awe, I could not take my eyes off the thing ... I felt no shame, no self-consciousness. They were holding very true to their promise and ignoring me utterly, caught up in each other. I was almost literally a fly on the wall to them, and insect, a creature of no consequence, whose presence did not matter. 

Derek's penis. A thing of beauty and power, no question about that. Heavy, black, veined ... a sheen of sweat creating a blue-black depth of colour and darkness. Latent menace and power. I was beyond words, thought, morality, looking at another man's cock and silently worshipping as it prepared to penetrate my wife. 

Adrienne's cunt. A gateway to my wife's body, to her reproductive system, a portal of white and pink feminine flesh. Also a thing of exquisite beauty to me as I looked from Derek's cock to the place it was soon to enter. Her cunt had never seemed more beautiful, it seemed to be the centre of her, as she lay spread for her lover. 

These two things of beauty were about to meet before my eyes. The obscenity and beauty of it, my head was vibrating with swooning wonder. The sheer superiority of them, this couple, my wife and my black lodger. Individually they both had something I could never have. Derek, he had this huge, awesome cock, enough to make a woman his over and over again, to make women want him, return to him, beg for him. Adrienne had her beautiful female body, her white cunt, to welcome and please a cock like that. With her pretty white face she could please him with her mouth. Then together they had even more – a beautiful symmetry, contrast, passion. A sexual act that I could never be part of. Just to see it, just this once, that was my privilege. 

Then finally, it happened. I saw it. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip against her pussy lips. She groaned and arched her back, spreading as wide as she could, begging him to enter. The cock hardened to an incredible size, I could see it throbbing. He pushed, gently. My wife's cunt was so wet the whole thing slid inside in one movement, so his jet-black balls rested against her g-spot. I couldn't believe the whole of this huge thing was inside her. To think that I had thought I was filling her, satisfying her ... how deluded I had been. Now, a man, a real cock, was penetrating Adrienne in front of my eyes. She grunted softly as he gently started to fuck her. She was looking right into his eyes. I touched my little cock. I thought I was going to spunk it, I wanted so much to save it. Sweat dripped from my forehead as it did from the lovers. Derek was speeding up the fucking, subtly and over many minutes. It wasn't something I noticed as it was happening. Eventually he was pumping, thrusting in and out of her, pushing her back into the bed. She was red, flushed, delirious with pleasure. They looked like wild animals, beautiful animals. I was watching something out of nature. A strong, powerful man fucking a beautiful woman. I lost all sense of time. It might have been hours they fucked and fucked. They were covered with sweat, the sheets were wet. I wondered whether it was always this good, and hoped that maybe my presence was adding something. I was utterly forgotten though. Adrienne seemed to come several times. I had never seen anything like it. Finally Derek came, pumping his cock into her. I imagined his semen flowing into her womb as I watched. So natural. He gripped her hips in his black hands as he expelled the cum, then threw her back onto the bed. He was done with her. 

**

Adrienne was slurring her words, heady with the grass. She put on a little half-cup black and pink bra, then leaned towards me. 

"Mmm, my sweet little hubby. Are you enjoying your birthday treat? How is little pee-pee holding up?"

"G ... Good. Great. I've never felt like this. I'm delirious Ade. So wonderful. You and Derek. Its just so ... beautiful. So perfect."

"That's sweet. You make me so happy Max. I'm the woman with everything. I'm so lucky to have you."

She took another drag of the joint then eyed me again curiously.

"So is there anything else you want, Maxy?"

She exhaled, breathing softly now, almost whispering, sultry.

"It is your birthday. I'm in a generous mood. Now would be the time to ask."

"I ... Well, I ... no."

She giggled and handed me the joint. Derek was asleep now, spent from fucking my wife. 

"Oh, come on Maxy. I can tell there's something. This is your chance. Give pee-pee a treat for once. Just let go. In this room, Maxy, anything goes. This is where I come to get fucked by my black lover remember?"

I exhaled the smoke and felt the intoxication, physical and mental. I must have lost all sense of shame and inhibition because I don't know where my next words came from.

"I want to wear some of your panties Adrienne."

She giggled. She sat up on her knees, stifling her laughs with her hand.

"Ooh, baby. My oh my. Wait til Derek hears this!"

"Oh God, please Adrienne ..."

She giggled again, couldn't stop herself.

"Come on," she said, extending her soft hand, "let's go and find something pretty for you to wear."

"So, my little Maxy wants to wear some of my knickers, now ... let's see ... these are very pretty."

She held up a pair of lacy, sheer white panties with a little bow at the front. Her knicker drawer, a magical place, was casually open as I sat trembling and naked on our bed. She tossed the panties over to me. Just the touch in my hand was electric, taboo-breaking, dreamy. I couldn't believe this was really happening. 

"Ooh, hold on ... how about these? Would you prefer these?"

The tiny panties were hooked onto her raised little finger as she stood, hand-on-hip, questioning. They were pink with white trim, sheer and see-through at the front, satin at the back, with a girlish little flower decoration on the elastic. They were perfect. My throat was so dry I could hardly speak, couldn't say the words.

"Y ... Yes. Adrienne. I ... I want ..."

"You like these ones do you?"

"Yes."

"And ... you want to wear them while you watch us fuck?"

"Oh God. Yes Adrienne. Yes ... please."

She laughed and tossed them over to me. 

She watched me curiously, a grin on her face, as my trembling fingers thumbed out the elastic and I stepped into the panties. My little cock shuddered as the feminine fabric brushed over it. 

"I say, you do like that don't you? Look at my little Peeping Tom in panties ... all dressed up like a pretty little girl ... now ... shall we go and show you to the man of the house?"

It had to be faced, and although my heart thumped and my throat felt choked with fear at the prospect, I had known it was coming all along, and something about being exposed before Derek in sissy panties made my penis throb and shudder.



I had goosebumps as Adrienne led me by the hand back to the top room, both of us wearing only panties. She looked beautiful. I looked shameful and humiliated. She poked her head around the door.

"Got a surprise for you big guy", she said.

I could hardly bring myself to enter the room, but she tugged at my hand.

Derek laughed when he saw me. My wife couldn't hide a smile.

"He wanted to wear some of my panties. Doesn't he look pretty?"

"You look pretty babe. He looks like a sissy."

She giggled.

"Sissy. I like that."

She gestured to my armchair.

"Are you going to sit back down, sissy? I think I need more cock now."

I obeyed, and watched from the chair as Adrienne knelt by the bed and took Derek's flaccid penis into her hand. She stooped to lick it gently. Derek grunted, coming back to life a little after their morning's fucking. I watched my wife licking it up and down, licking his huge balls and looking up at him for approval. Then she took the head into her mouth and started to suck. She took a lot of the penis into her mouth, more than seemed possible. Her lips were taught around it as she sucked, and gently bobbed on his cock. His eyes met mine, and a grin came back to his face. I tried to imagine what he must be feeling, looking over at me, a married man in his wife's panties, gazing at him while my wife sucked his cock. She sucked lovingly, and for a long time. Again, so different from anything I had ever taken part in. She was truly immersed in it, her mouth showing her love for his black cock. My own little penis was erect again in the panties as I watched it. Derek closed his eyes as she sucked harder, enjoying the sensations. I could see that he was going to come again. I wondered whether Adrienne would take his cum into her mouth. She had always avoided that with me. When the time came and he arched his back, she seemed to manoevre to keep his cock firmly in her mouth as he unloaded. I could see his cock pumping but I couldn't see the cum. It was all pouring into my wife's mouth. I saw her throat bob as she swallowed. I imagined the liquid from his cock pouring down her throat into her stomach. A true act of love and worship. 

**

My little white cock had never been stiff for so long. All day I had seen the most incredible scenes of my life, all in my own home. I had felt like bursting but had restrained myself from playing with it the whole day. I didn't want to do it in front of Derek. I wanted to sustain the sick joy, the ecstasy I felt watching my wife with her black lover. I knew an orgasm would disrupt it. But now I lay alone as the lovers slept, exhausted, in the bedroom upstairs that had been intended as a Master suite for me and my wife. I had kept the panties on. The soft silkiness felt so right as I touched my stiff, sore little thing for the first time. A million images from the day raced through my head as I exploded into the little pink panties.

**