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  I took a long drag 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 Brenda is out in public with them. That’s a little more risk of humiliation than I am comfortable with. I want it kept under wraps. But, they seem to love flaunting this thing!”

  It was true, Christine and Sir James weren’t afraid to thrust me further into cuckoldry. Christine took the last week off and spent the days with him, often over at Brenda and Paul’s house. I suspected that the women were potentially now sexually involved, but could not to press the issue in private with my wife.

  Other than the first night, I had not been invited to watch the new couple in the bedroom. Sir James seemed to be the top man of the Masters. Perhaps it had something to do with his cock size. It was 9” and very thick. Christine had become accustomed to it and since the relationship had started commented that it was great to have such a large cock, but often complained about soreness. Sure, she coarsely confided in my presence, she probably wouldn’t have tried it if she had seen it first. But once her pussy got accustomed to him, she confided that she craved the unique feeling of the stretching. James was immodest, and didn’t mind letting me know how much he was savoring 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, and then it was only a quick one because they would move to the bedroom. She was being faithful to her new lover. I tried to kiss her once when we had a quick chance in the kitchen. 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 again!

  “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 as opposed to staying in this dead end town. And who knows who they might run into.”

  As I sipped my beer, I thought about the swirl of events that had transpired during the week. All three of the black men stayed until late Sunday night, and the orgy that I had been forced to witness had repeated itself several times behind the closed door of the bedroom I had previously shared with my wife. Christine was completely enamored with Sir James, as Brenda was with Sir Samuel.

  I went shopping solo Monday, as directed by the Sir James, and bought all new lingerie for my wife to enjoy with the Masters. When I returned home she teased me by holding the outfits over her clothes, modeling for her lover and I in the living room. She held up crotch-less panties to her waist and pushed the sides apart saying, “I bet you wish you could be there!”

  There had been several occasions during the week when I ‘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 these occurrences happened with an unanticipated prerequisite, I was blindfolded, and had my hands handcuffed behind my back for the experience! Sir James was firm in his demand that Christine was now his. He wasn’t interested in sharing his woman. James 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 Christine loved it, and it made the cuckolding more complete. But, he didn’t want ‘his’ woman exposed to me.

  Sir Samuel’s relationship with Brenda seemed to have remained unchanged in the meantime. In fact, it seemed like an open relationship between the four of them. I suspected, and hoped, that perhaps the girls viewed the relationship with these men as a fling.

  “Paul, why do you suppose this turns us on?” I asked my comrade in cuckoldry.

  “I eventually gravitated towards interracial porn – always black men and white women. Brenda wasn’t particularly into it when I brought it home as first. Over time it became the porn of choice for me, and since I was the one who went to the adult stores for us she became more and more exposed to black on white sex. So in a way we were on our way before the situation thrust itself into our lives.”

  “I hear you there. Half the porn in my collection is just that,” I replied.

  Paul took a sip of his beer, and then said, “There is just something mesmerizing about watching a white woman offering herself to a black man. The contrast between the skin, the obvious implications of reversing racial submission, the pregnancy risk, there are many profound overtones in play when a white man watches a white woman with a black man.”

  “It was different when it was on the TV screen. I will admit to fantasizing that the actresses were my wife dozens of times. But it was so much more intense when I saw Christine with them. The instant that they touched her skin I thought I was going to lose my mind. I know that she had goose bumps, but didn’t expect mine! My emotions were torn between wanting to plead with them to leave her alone, and the fact that it was incredibly stimulating to watch,” I said.

  “Intense is the word alright. I couldn’t help but stare at that black cock sliding in and out of my wife’s pussy. This voyeuristic lust is like being under a spell. I was in exquisite agony when I witnessed my wife’s lips yielding to his cock. I yearned to see that unique sight again every night until they finally gave in to my begging to be let back into the room. When I was finally able to see what had happened between my wife’s thighs I knew she was hooked and I could never compete,” Paul wistfully said.

  I looked at him and asked, ”What did you see?”

  “That monster cock has totally stretched out my sweet wife for good, and I know it. Part of it was probably how often they fuck, too. Her lips were totally turned out now, like nothing I have ever seen before. Her lover gave her what they call a ‘camel toe’. Before she was with him her pussy lips were not discernable when she wore jeans, and now if you glance you can clearly see a gap between her pussy lips. Even if she decided to break up with him there is no way that her body won’t long for and need that kind of stretching again.”

  Paul’s revelation set my mind whirling with apprehension. Christine had always been a perfect fit for my manhood, and the thought that I could no longer satisfy her with my average sized manhood was terrifying. At that moment Paul planted an obscene seed, obsessing me with the current condition of my wife’s fleshy passage. Suddenly I was obsessed with having sex with my wife to feel the changed wrought by her dark lover in her intimate place.

  “How long was it before they let you see her naked? It has been a week for me and the desire to see her nude is killing me,” I said.

  “About a month,” he answered. “I think it has something to do with wanting to have her for a complete menstrual cycle, like they wanted to ‘clear’ her from my biological influence. I have been studying the underlying biology of cuckoldry in my spare time lately, and from their actions I am certain that they are well aware of what they are doing.”

  I was bewildered by that statement and asked, “What do you mean ‘biology of cuckoldry’?”

  “Well, I’m not a doctor but I can give you the basics. It all has to do with pheromones. When your wife was first near you both of you give off these pheromones and your brains both processed the information and calculated whether you would make a good mating match. The better the match the greater the attraction. Now, when Christine had first had sex with you more and more pheromones were exchanged between both of you in her mouth and vagina. As you shared more pheromones in this manner these chemicals made the two of you chemically bond,” he said.

  “When Sir James was with her the same exchange happened. Now he is creating the same pheromone-driven bond with her, and there is the chance that the bond between the two of them will supercede the bond you have with her. If that happens, her body will naturally gravitate towards him as a sexual mating over you.”

  “Seeing your wife with Sir James then creates a biolog
ical sperm competitive reaction in you, making you want Christine even more to try to sexually ‘win’ her back. But if his match comes up superior to yours chemically she will yearn for him instead of you regardless of what you do.”

  “Here’s the scary part. You and I were both made to clean our wives pussy after they had been with their lovers, exposing us to the same bonding pheromone forces. The fact that we are both being sexually stimulated as we give our wives oral sex is a signal that we are chemically becoming bonded also. Our wives lover’s pheromones are connecting with our feminine side and now we are joining our wives in sexual subservience to their lovers. This ups the sperm competition and makes you even hornier, and the more that you taste their combined chemicals the more hooked you get.”

  “I have become so used to the taste of my wife’s pussy creamed with Samuel’s cum that it is now normal. I can’t even remember exactly what she tasted like without him,” Paul said in conclusion.

  I sat shocked, feeling like I’d been slugged in the gut. The real fear of my wife permanently falling for this black man tore through me. My panic was compounded by the fact that I had initially felt disgust at the taste of James on my wife’s sex, but had been becoming accustomed to its unique tang and was even starting to find the combined elixir of their union gripping.

  I was afraid of Paul’s answer but asked him, “How long has Brenda been with Samuel?”

  “Just about three months.”

  An automobile headlight crossed the window, and the sounds of car doors could be heard from the driveway. Sir Samuel and Sir James entered the front door.

  “OK girls, come on in and show em’!” James said with a smile.

  Brenda and Christine entered the room, shirts absent. I was mortified at the sight of my wife’s bare chest, and the knowledge that our wives had apparently been offering cheap thrills to anyone who was looking as they drove home. Their nipples had been pierced with two inch gold hoops, and their breasts were covered in dark love marks!! Paul and I were both cringing at the humiliation produced by the men before us, and knowing that our spouses had been willing participants.

  The couples kissed standing before us, and I craved to have my wife in my arms. Sir James lifted his hand to her exposed boob and gently cupped it from beneath as I found myself engrossed witnessing him handling her. My envy was unbearable.

  Christine broke from the kiss, turned to me and said, “Why don’t you and Paul spend the night next door so that we can have some privacy? But honey, don’t sleep in the master bedroom, that’s off limits okay. Thanks!”

  Paul and I knew that it was more than a suggestion and rose off his couch. As I closed the door behind us I could hear Christine’s distinct sexy giggle.

  I offered Paul the guest room, telling him I would take the sofa. He didn’t seem as disturbed as I was and went to bed.

  ‘Perhaps he is beyond my angst,’ I thought to myself.

  However, I was far too anxious to sleep. It was bad enough that this black man had been bedding my wife for the last week. But it carved out a new level of irritation to me that Christine was not under our roof, if even for one night. Worse, she was clearly not troubled spending the night in another house and without her husband. I felt like she was acting like whore, which was generating a strange sensation of conflicted pleasure.

  Instead of settling on the sofa to try to sleep I shut the lights so as not to be noticed if caught, and watched Paul and Brenda’s house. The lights were still on in the living room, and I could spy the action clearly. The women were both on their knees giving their lovers head, working those thick cocks to readiness for their destined task. Seeing them together, topless, and pleasing these black men was wildly erotic. I knew that this was just the beginning, and fought the urge to strip of my cloths and stroke my dick, which was throbbing uncontrollably.

  Soon, our wives stood up and remove their skirts. It did not surprise me that neither wore panties. But the lack of undergarments led me to the immediate suspicion that the black Masters had them flashing their wares while out earlier. The two women got on all fours, offering access to their precious charms to their lovers.

  Samuel and James eagerly accepting the treasure of pale female passions offered up to them, quickly taking their places. I saw my wife reach back and hold his manhood. Sadly I was too far from the action, as well as not having a proper line of vision, to see the yielding of her pinkness. I imagined her rubbing that magnificent shaft around her flesh valley to moisten and tempt him with her sinful fulfillment. James hands went to my wife’s hips, and I was party to the spectacle of her hand returning to the floor to support her body as he slowly slid his black potent rod to its new home.

  Unable to resist any longer I quickly stripped from my clothes. My manhood had soaked my boxers with semen, and was throbbing for release. I gently held the tip, progressively massaging even more hot, slippery juice into my palm.

  Samuel was already fucking Brenda with hard strokes. After what Paul had revealed to me I was not that surprised that she had become so accustomed to his girth that less preparation was required before such a pounding. By contrast, James was still taking my wife in deliberate, yet patiently languid, strokes. I saw Christine’s head swing up as she looked back at the man appreciating her exclusive abode, causing her long curly brunette locks to fly up in the air.

  Just then Brenda and Samuel must have reached peak because their movements swiftly quickened. The fury of the pinnacle was reached, causing the cherished pause of flesh’s union. Samuel’s hands firmly held Brenda by her full hips, keeping his cock planted firmly within.

  As Samuel and Brenda basked in the afterglow of their completion, I witnessed the most thrilling sight yet in this erotic journey. Brenda leaned forward and kissed Christine on the lips! Her pale white hand gently rested on my precious wife’s cheek and their kissing continued, growing more passionate.

  My cock was oozing semen and my hand was sliding in that lube watching my sweet wife tasting another woman’s mouth and surrendering her married white pussy to her black lover. The flood of lust rose quickly at this display, and I was soon cumming in my own hand. My eye’s fell to see the disgrace, because my wife’s lover was still going strong in her love canal. I examined my seed and found it was thicker, and greater in amount, than my balls had been delivering before my cuckolding had started. My heart sank a bit at the visual affirmation of Paul’s talk on the biological effects of cuckoldry.

  I went to the kitchen and washed my hands.

  When I returned to my roost, I resumed spying on the scene. Brenda and Samuel were sitting on the sofa taking a break, and watching Christine and James. Watching the face of the man fucking my wife told me that he was very near orgasm, striking fear in me. Christine’s face was flush red, and though I could not hear, I was sure that she was crying out in passion as this man made love to her. I knew in my heart that the voodoo magic of those pheromones was holding sway over Christine and he was her Alpha male. Then I witnessed the mystical moment of sexual bonding between my wife and Sir James. As Samuel had done with Brenda he firmly held Christine’s hips, sealing his life giving seed inside my spouse.

  Knowing that this was not the virgin time of their mating did little to salve the feelings of remorse I had at that moment. Dealing with the duality of feelings during cuckoldry was proving thorny. Before the act was always the adrenaline rush of lust, and after the orgasm the pain of emptiness and loss. Not everyone will understand why cuckolded men stay, because they only understand the emptiness and loss part. But I was increasingly finding that the adrenaline rush was like nothing I had experienced before and I found myself hungry for it like a drug. It saddened me to realize that while I hated that Christine was giving her sex to James, I also instinctively knew that I needed to be cuckolded in this exact manner.

  I watched as the couples left the living room, thus also my view. The light was shut and a bedroom light was lit further along the face of the house. The blinds were drawn, ho
wever, and it was clear to me that my voyeuristic thrill had ended for the night.

  I sat naked and dejected on my sofa, head supported by my palms. Even though I had washed my hands I could still faintly detect the scent of my essence. The struggle between infatuation and fears within me was still afire. I was unable to deceive myself, and my cock was feeling the familiar heaviness of urge again. I had not been able to recover between orgasms this quickly in years, and intuitively knew that my enhanced performance was directly due to being cuckolded. Not only was my body able to recover faster, but the substance of my seed was also heartier than it had been before Sir James came into our lives. Succumbing to the knowledge that my wife’s Alpha male lover was now dominating my sexual capabilities simultaneously humiliated and thrilled me.

  I dressed, stealing one more longing glace at Brenda and Paul’s house. The lights were now off, and I lay down on the sofa for the night.

  Chapter 4

  The next morning I was awoken by Christine’s caress across my cheek. Sunlight was harsh on my tired eyes at first, but the sight of my wife set me awash with relief.

  “Time to get up sleepy head,” she said.

  “Good morning! Where is Sir James? Is Paul still here?” I asked.

  “James has a few things to do today. Not a worry, he’ll be back in time for dinner. Paul is gone,” Christine responded. “Let’s have some coffee, I already brewed it.”

  My wife was being very sweet to me, and I was savoring the moment. She went to the kitchen and returned with a pair of mugs. We sat side by side for a few minutes, neither knowing what to say.