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  Just then the three black men entered the room, nude! Christine heard them and asked, “Who 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.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “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 up though! Don’t worry. We won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

  Sir Samuel and Sir Randall bound me to a chair with leather restraints as Sir James walked over to the bed.

  “Honey, I’m afraid! What the fuck is going on?” Christine said nervous and anxious.

  “Don’t worry, little lady,” Sir James said as his hands grazed her thigh. “Tell her hubby! Tell her she’s safe!”

  “Yes, baby,” I complied. “Just lay back and enjoy the experience. Everything is OK.”

  “How can you say everything is okay? I’m tied here naked and blindfolded in front of men I don’t know!” she exclaimed.

  Sir James whispered something in here ear, and this seemed to calm her a little.

  “Really?” she asked him.

  He whispered in her ear again.

  “Oh, I see.” she responded.

  Sir Samuel put a gag in my mouth, and put his index finger to his lips, giving me the signal that I was to be silent.

  Christine was still clearly apprehensive, but silent, as the other two blacks joined in her seduction. 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 James focused on her face, massaging her temples and tracing her features up and down to her neck. Sir Samuel focused to her midriff, his fingertips occasionally making Christine nervously 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 Randall massaged my wife’s feet and legs.

  Their sultry seduction of my wife’s senses was languorous and went on for an extended time. The slow caresses and strokes upon her graceful figure never invaded her private regions during this stage of their persuasion. In fact, they silently continued to soothe her until her limbs were fully relaxed and restive on our marital bed. She began to open her mouth and moan softly in pleasure. From where I was bound, I was able to see her supple folds that only I had known for so long. Fear and anxiety spewed from my heart upon seeing the telling glisten of her juices! For the first time I was truly afraid and envious of the love making skill of these men! They had clearly won the first round! She began to touch Sir James fingertips with her tongue as he was tracing the outline of her lips.

  Sir James whispered into my wife’s ear again. Rather than answer him with words she turned her head and with an open mouth willingly kissed this black man knowing that I was watching. Their kisses were soft at first but quickly became increasingly heated.

  The other two men ceased touching my wife, and gave Sir James freedom to her relaxed form. I could only imagine how erotic the contrast from the heat of the rubbing the black men had been providing to the slight chill of the room must have felt. For the first time since the seduction started I could see that Christine’s silver dollar sized nipples were hard. I prayed that the status of her areolas was from the sudden temperature change on her skin and not success of these men. Hardening of her nipples was one of her biological tells that her body was ready for sex.

  Sir James kissed across Christine’s cheeks and found her graceful neck. Once there he ravenously partook of her vulnerable spot, surely leaving a humiliating mark on his willing quarry. As this black man ravished my wife the familiar scent of her femininity reached my chair. My eyes had been transfixed at my wife’s stunned facial expression as he shared a place that had been solely mine. I glimpsed at her hallowed knoll and saw that her folds were now slightly spread and decadently drenched.

  “Yes!! That feels sooooo good!” Christine spontaneously cried. “Ben, you are a fucking fool for getting us into this situation. But I have to admit that I’m glad you did!”

  Sir James sensuously kissed his way down the center of her chest, pausing between Christine’s boobs.

  “Yes!” Christine affirmed. “My husband was dumb enough to get us into this. So now I want you to enjoy my breasts!”

  Her lover wasted no time, with his mouth going straight for her expectant left nipple and hand massaging her free breast.

  “Like watching, hubby?” she teased. “How does it feel right about now, watching another man taking your place? Oh, I almost forgot that the MAN sucking my tits told me that you’re gagged and not allowed to talk! Honey, I think YOU are in soooooooo much trouble! How do you think you will feel when this MAN is at the doorway of my pussy? What do you think I will say?”

  Sir James picked up the invite she was laying down and kissed his way down her tummy. I could see his face clearly kissing her white skin less than an inch from the prize. Watching his tongue flickering on her skin so close to her honor drove me insane with jealous passion.

  “Ben, are you enjoying the view? Maybe you will think a little more about the ‘cherish’ part of our wedding vows after tonight. This MAN wants me to give him permission for you to hear. Isn’t that sweet, my dear husband, you will get to hear me TELLING him that I want what HE has to offer? Oh James, I would LOVE for you to taste me as that foolish husband of mine watches!”

  Sir James smirked at me and gave a quick wink. With an open mouth and extended tongue his head slowly sloped towards my wife’s flesh valley. I witnessed the virgin touch of his tongue to her clandestine quarters as his thirst was quenched with her juice. Almost as soon as I was given the chance to behold the event, my view was obscured! All I could see was the back of his head working his enchantment between her quivering thighs.

  “Oh James that feels so fucking good!” Christine breathlessly said. “Oh hubby! Bet you wish you could ‘have and hold’ me now! Watch him! Watch this other man that you invited into our bed! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh James, oh James, oh James you have me right there ... don’t fuckin’ stooooooooooop! Yes! Make me cum right in front of Ben!”

  He continued in earnest between her legs as Christine’s moans of erotic passion grew in intensity. Her ecstasy rose until she finally cried out in surrender as she struggled against her bonds. There was no question of authenticity of her orgasm, only whether she had ever experienced one as strong in her life.

  My wife’s body lay on our marital bed quivering from the sexual satisfaction she had just shared. Sir James silently started to gently touch her legs and massage her inner thighs as she recovered some from the heights of pleasure.

  Sir Samuel and Sir Randall went to the head of the bed, and caressing her tits as Sir James went south to her sacred mound again. It was clear that they were fully experienced in the seduction of a woman, and I was feeling sick with the probability 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. Samuel and Randall kneaded Christine’s breasts, provoking her erect nipples. 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.

  The other men backed away as Sir James kissed his way up my wife’s belly, between the valley between her aroused breasts, to her mouth. She kissed him with abandon, inviting his tongue with hers!

  They had whispered conversation.

  “Ben, I bet you want James to use a rubber?” Christine asked. “Well, I am going to teach you a little lesson about ‘cherishing’ your wife. Hear me loud and clear, my husband. You let this man into our bedroom and brought this on yourself. I want this man to take me skin on skin!”

  With that he got on the bed and started to position himself between her legs. His
dick was much larger than mine in girth and length, and he stroked it as he took his place between Christine’s spread thighs.

  James teased Christine’s pussy with his cock head 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 known this, and I was worried. I watched as my wife became accustomed to the feel and scent of this man. She gasped and moaned as he gently worked his huge member into her tender pinkness. It took time and patience for her tightness to be able to accept his cock. But James did not hurry and was soon rewarded with Christine’s welcoming juices. When she was acclimated to his girth 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. Christine was humping this stud back and I could see her toes curling. He suddenly stopped with his manhood inside my wife to the hilt.

  “Tell your hubby what you just admitted to me!” Sir James said.

  “Oh, yes! I LOVE your cock and I want to do this again!” Christine screamed in heat.

  “Yeah, well, I think I can make that happen.” he said laughing.

  I had too clear of a view as he resumed his slow steady motion between my wife’s thighs and I soon heard her scream in a second shattering orgasm. My cock was throbbing, dripping semen and yearning for relief as I watched. The gritty feeling of remorse that coursed through my gut was so great that I felt like his massive cock was fucking us both. Even with the reaction of second thoughts I was still unable to tear my eyes from watching. The once-taut folds of Christine’s womanhood were stretched farther than she had ever experienced before by this man. Knowing his shaft had bested mine and opened my wife’s sex in ways I could not was an almost unbearable truth for any husband. I knew that the virgin stretching of my wife’s pussy was not the end of humiliating defeats, but the beginning.

  It seemed like forever that he savored my wife on our bed. There was no question in my mind that he had chosen to draw out the time he had her sexual favors to enjoy. Instinctively, I knew he must have held off his orgasm to stretch Christine intentionally because her firm white pussy must have felt incredible to his cock.

  Finally he exclaimed, “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum!”

  “Yes James, do it!” Christine responded.

  As if hearing my wife surrender her womanhood willingly to this man’s cum had not been enough, with every grunt Sir James uttered I felt another stab of humiliation. He did not get up right away, and instead kept them joined with his manhood inside my spouse. Sir James clung to her as he kept his cock plowed inside Christine’s pussy. As he recovered atop her body, she gently kissed his cheek as the scents of their union permeated the room.

  Eventually he softened and they separated. They untied Christine. Her face was still flush from having made love, and these three men 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 murmurs of the conversation from the kitchen, the opening a bottle of champagne, and some laughing. There was the clinking of glasses but the conversation was undecipherable. Meanwhile I was sticky from the hardening semen that had flowed out of me at the spectacle of seeing my wife with them.

  Christine came back to the bedroom about an hour later.

  “The gentlemen that you let have sex with me told me all about your little dilemma, dear.” Christine said. “And I’m not giving this up any time soon! You’ll just have to deal with the fact that you fucked up and offered your wife out to other men after you got yourself in trouble. 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 three of them were sitting at my 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!”

  The contract read:

  1.I, Ben, agree to surrender all sexual rights to my wife, Christine, to the Masters. This shall be exclusive and binding unless the Masters or my wife decides otherwise. There shall be no sexual acts between husband and wife, other than I shall provide oral sex on her at the discretion of the Masters and my wife.

  2.I also agree to help 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 my wife.

  4.I agree to give the Masters a key to our home and access to it at any time.

  5.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 Brenda having sex with Sir Samuel 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, MY woman Christine wants a good pussy lickin’ to get warmed up again!” Sir James said.

  We all went back to the bedroom, and Christine laid on the bed with her legs spread. Her wrinkled, pink lips were out turned and a bit of cum dripped onto the bedspread. 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 lover 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, reinforcing the new paradigm on me!

  “Yeah, that’s it! How do ya like me now!” Christine goaded.

  “Looks like he likes the taste of our mixed cum just fine,” Sir James commented.

  “Well, he betta,” Sir Randall said. Then they all started laughing.

  I just kept focusing on giving 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, gently suckling the head while she massaged his balls. Her eyes were transfixed to his, submissive to this black man. When he was fully erect, she lifted my face away from her soaked pussy.

  Sir Samuel took me away from the bed. “You can stay in a spare bedroom tonight,” he said as he showed me to the door.

  My wife’s moans and erotic cries of pleasure from our bedroom while getting fucked all night bolstered my degradation. Sitting naked on the floor in the spare bedroom across the hall was stinging me with the ache for the woman I once had exclusively. The pangs of lust for Christine were maddening, and compelled me to stoke my cock as I eavesdropped on her harmonic shrieks of bonding with her new lover. I found myself trying to match her lover orgasm for orgasm as I listened to the erotic exploits in the next room. Unfortunately Sir James is in his early twenties, and in his sexual prime. In contrast, I am forty, and only remember those thundering levels of testosterone. After hearing him complete himself inside my wife for the third time I knew I could not sustain the race.

  When I heard them restarting their gratification I snuck to the kitchen and poured myself a double scotch to salve my wounds. After slamming that down I returned to the spare bedroom with the bottle to endure the night.

  Chapter 3

  After one of the worst nights sleep of my life I woke
to find that these men were still in my home. Christine had made them breakfast, and was naked save for a long tee shirt. The black Masters were wearing nothing but boxers and eating at my kitchen table. I saw the marks Sir James left on her neck, and suffered from the emotional scandal of ceding of my former position.

  For the rest of the week there was not time when my wife was without the company of at least one of her lovers. Sir James stayed over every night once he had won the competition for my wife’s sexual affections. When he was not with Christine, one of the other men would be at the house. It drove me mad not to be able to have a private discussion with my wife about this situation. But from that night forward we were never permitted the chance to be alone.

  Saturday night and the Masters had informed both Paul and I that they were taking our wives out on a date. Our wives wanted us not to get tempted to go out to a strip club, or cheat on them any other way. At their suggestion, Paul and I were spending the evening together, commiserating.

  “So will you finally tell me how you lost your wife to them?” I asked Paul.

  “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, and in our marriage. 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 men probably don’t do a good enough job as husbands. Maybe we get a little too comfortable. Maybe get 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!”