BDSM Library - The Cuckold Husband

The Cuckold Husband

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Synopsis: A husband willingly submits to having his wife fucked by black cocks

The Cuckold Husband

Jason and his wife Ginny were having drinks on the patio of their large suburban

home. Jason, a 42-year-old accountant, had done very well in his profession and

was up for a vice presidency of firm. Their expensive home reflected Jason's

financial success.

Ginny, a 36-year-old attractive brunette looked less than her age. Thanks to a

disciplined regimen of exercise and diet, her figure was that of a woman ten

years younger. Her most notable features were her large bust and long shapely

legs. Ginny was an elementary school teacher. The couple had no children, but

were "trying." The problem, according to Jason's physician was his unusually low

sperm count. For them, timing would be everything if they were to succeed in

getting pregnant.

Sex for Jason and Ginny was very satisfactory for him, but less so for Ginny,

although she never mentioned this to him out of concern for his fragile

masculine ego. Things picked up somewhat for Ginny when the couple ventured into

the world of suburban swinging last year. Although the guys in their circle were

nothing to write home about in Ginny's opinion, at least they were better than

Jason in the sex department. The parties, however, had become less and less

frequent, and this was the topic of conversation on this particular evening.

"I don't get it," said Jason. "First Sarah and Bill dropped out. Then Marie and

Jim. Now the get-togethers are less and less frequent."

"I know," responded Ginny. "It is frustrating. But I think I know the reason."

"You do?" - asked Jason, surprised.

"I think so."

"What is it?"

"Well," began Ginny with obvious hesitation, "I was talking to Marie over coffee

the other day. Apparently the action hasn't stopped, but some of our friends

have gone in a different direction."

"What does that mean - a different direction?"

"Well," continued Ginny, "I don't know quite how to put it. But basically some

of the ladies started finding those evenings less than exciting."

"You're kidding!" - said Jason.

"Nope. Now I know you guys are really into it. And why not? Let's face it,

you're getting to play with some very hot babes. Am I wrong?"

"No," said Jason, "you're definitely right. So what's the problem?"

"Well, take Sarah, for instance. What guy wouldn't want to crawl between that

girl's legs? I mean, she could have any guy she wanted, right?"

"Damn right!" Jason replied with perhaps more enthusiasm than was advisable.

"That certainly goes for you, too, hon."

"Thanks. Anyway, it was Sarah who started this new thing."

"What new thing?"

"Well, Sarah went Black."

Jason was stunned at this announcement. He had never heard the expression "to go

Black," but he definitely understood the gist of it. In fact, the immediate

image of hot little Sarah with a Black stud on top of her sent a shiver through

Jason that he didn't understand.

"Black?" - was all that he could think of to say.

"Yes, Black. Apparently this was one of her long-time fantasies. So she talked

Bill into answering an ad placed by some Black stud on a website devoted to

interracial sex."

"I can't believe it," said Jason.

"Believe it," replied Ginny. "They met this guy and he fucked her right in their

own bed right in front of Bill. After that, she couldn't get interested in our

little group anymore. Even Bill was blown away by watching. He became a 'true

believer' that night."

Jason was embarrassed that this story had gotten him so excited that he had to

shift in his seat, trying to conceal the fact of his hardening cock.

His reaction, however, did not go unnoticed by Ginny. She crossed her legs,

giving Jason a view of thigh that never failed to get him hot. She sipped her

drink and looked at him over the rim before continuing her story.

"Can you just imagine hot little Sarah squirming on the bed with with this thick

9-inch black cock about to enter her? And Bill sitting across the room watching

it all?"

Jason could indeed imagine this scene. He had been with her many times over the

past couple of years and could never believe his good fortune. His only problem

with her had been her extreme energy and need for fast, hard stroking that

usually caused him to finish before she barely got going. Jason found himself

totally absorbed in this vision and breathing deeply.

"So," continued Ginny, "Sarah told Marie about the experience and - believe it

or not - Marie was very excited and receptive. Apparently she had fantasized

about having a Black man herself. And she got Jim to go along with it - with the

same guy!"

"Jeez!" said Jason, now overcome with the image of this taboo picture. "No

wonder we haven't seen them lately."

"Exactly. Anyway, now those two couples and a few others have been going to

special parties held by another couple they met. Jason, they've all gone Black!"

"Completely?" asked Jason, stupefied.

"Totally. What's amazing is that the guys have acquiesced to this. Isn't that

incredible, honey?"

"It definitely is."

"Jason," purred Ginny, "would you mind refreshing my drink?"

Uh-oh. Jason didn't really want to stand up at this point for fear that his

excitement would be only too obvious. But with Ginny holding out her empty glass

in front of him, he didn't have a chance. Perhaps, he thought, it's dark enough

that she won't notice.

Ginny noticed, but pretended not to. It was just as Sarah had predicted. Her own

husband was turned on at the thought of Black men fucking these white wives that

he had known and been with for years. She concealed a smile as Jason took her

glass and quickly turned toward the house to refill it.

When Jason returned with two fresh drinks, she took a sip, crossed her legs, and

sighed softly.

"What is it?" - asked Jason.

"Oh, nothing," she said. "Probably just too much to drink and too long since one

of our parties. I was just trying to imagine myself in Sarah's place. Somehow I

don't see myself lying on the bed with my legs wide open and some Black man's

huge cock pushing at my pussy while you're sitting there watching. Do you?"

"Gee, I don't..."

"I mean, I probably couldn't take anything that big, even if I were excited and

begging for it."

Jason was by now in a state of frenzied excitement.

"And even if I could," she continued, "I'd be afraid I wouldn't be able to

control myself and would go crazy. And with you sitting there..."

"Well, I..." Was all Jason could manage at this point.

"Damn, I wonder how Bill and Jim feel when this is happening. How do they react?


"Well, I guess you could ask them," ventured Jason.

"I guess," she answered. "It might be interesting to invite Marie and Jim over

for drinks just to hear the story first-hand. Get their perspective on this. I

mean, we know them much better than we do Bill and Sarah, even from before our

swinging days. What do you think?"

"Well, sure, why not?" - replied Jason, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Ginny beamed with delight. It had been even easier than she had imagined.

"Great. It should be very interesting," she said. "Meanwhile, all this sex talk

has gotten me very hot. Jason, would you do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Would you get me off with your talented tongue right here, right now?"

"Here?" - said Jason, astounded. "People might see us."

"Don't be silly. It's too dark. Besides, I'll unfold this blanket over my lap.

You can crawl under it and nobody could see you even if they tried."

"Well, I don't know..." said Jason.

But Ginny was beyond the point of wanting to have a discussion on this subject

or to engage in negotiations. The blanket was now on her lap and hanging all the

way down to the patio. She reached down and lifted it up, revealing her now open


"Now, Jason! Please!!"

Jason had never heard his wife speak so sharply to him. Plus, he was afraid that

her raised voice would attract attention of the neighbors. So he quickly lowered

himself to his knees in front of her.

"All right, sweetie. Calm down."


Jason quickly ducked under the blanket, crawled between his wife's legs and

moved his face to her pussy. Through the blanket he felt her hands on top of his

head pulling him firmly against her. He began licking her already moist hole.

"Ohhhh, that's it, baby," she said softly, much to Jason's relief. He plunged

his tongue into her.

Ginny was in heaven. Even if nothing else came of this, she had her husband on

his knees, on the patio, about to make her cum.

"Oh, sweetie," she purred, "this talk about Sarah and her Black lover got me all

hot. I don't know what came over me. Can you just imagine if it were me instead

of Sarah?"

Ginny noticed that her words caused Jason to re-double his efforts between her

legs. She had never felt so much in control.

"Mmmmnf..." was the only sound coming from under the blanket, where her

husband's tongue was too occupied with her pleasure to produce anything

resembling real words. That was fine with her. Any talk from him would only take

away from the fantasy she hadn't been able to get out of her mind ever since

Sarah first told her about her new lover. It may have been hubby Jason's tongue

giving her pleasure at the moment, but in her imagination it was something much

larger and much blacker. And it was attached to a real man.

Little did she know that Jason couldn't get the same image out of his own mind

no matter how hard he tried. Her erupting orgasm was accompanied by powerful

bucking against his now sopping wet face. When she finished it took him a moment

to catch his breath.

"Thanks, honey," he heard her say. "You can come up now."

Jason slowly backed out from between Ginny's legs and crawled from under the

blanket. He was struck by the sensation of cool night air against his warm, wet

face. Getting back up into his chair, Jason was somehow almost embarrassed to

look his wife in the eye. It was as if he had done something shameful or


Ginny picked up on her husband's discomfort, but decided to look him directly in

the face anyway. He seemed to shrink under her gaze. She suddenly realized why

Jason was so ill at ease before her. They had, in effect, experienced her first

Black-inspired orgasm and both of them realized it. They had, she understood,

taken a big first step. And she was savoring the possibilities.

A few days later Ginny and Jason were entertaining their friends Marie and Jim

on that very same patio. It was late on a Saturday night after a candlelit

dinner where there had been no mention of swinging. Now, relaxing in the balmy

summer night air and mellow with wine, thoughts turned to sex.

For his part, Jason was once again admiring the lovely Marie, a blonde,

29-year-old legal assistant at a prestigious center city law firm. He had

enjoyed her lovely body many times at their swing parties and hoped that

something might even be possible tonight. It was Ginny who turned the

conversation to the "Circle" group.

"So tell us, Marie," she began, "what about the "Circle?"

"Oh, it's great! We love it, don't we, honey?" she said, addressing her husband,


"Yes, dear," he responded with somewhat less enthusiasm.

"Oh, I'm sure Jim'll be the first to admit that he had doubts and hesitations at

first, but he came around and is now a true believer." Jim didn't say anything

to this.

"A true believer in what?" - ventured Jason.

"In Black men as lovers, of course," responded Marie.

"Listen," interjected Ginny, "let me steal Marie away for a few minutes for some

girl talk. Jim, you can share your experiences with Jason in private. Okay?"

"Sure," said Jim.

Jason and Jim admired the ladies as they retreated inside the house. Marie's

swaying hips and long shapely legs never failed to arouse Jason.

"Well," he said, "it's been a while since we partied. Marie is looking HOT!"

"Well, my friend," responded Jim, "you can look all you want to. But as you know

my wife has gone Black."

"What does that mean exactly," asked Jason.

"Very simple. She only has sex with Black men."

"And you, of course," interjected Jason.

"Well, sure, sort of... sometimes. It depends."

"So what was it like seeing her with a Black guy?"

"To tell you the truth," answered Jim, "it blew my mind. I had just never

imagined anything like that. Mainly, I'd never seen Marie get that turned on.

And vocal! It almost scared me, really."

"Was the guy as big as Sarah told Ginny?"

"Oh, yeah. I mean BIG. Nine or ten inches easy. And THICK! It was scary. I

couldn't believe Marie could take it. But she did. When I saw that monster

forcing its way into her pussy, I couldn't believe my eyes. She went crazy! And

he hadn't even started fucking her. She had an orgasm just feeling him that


"Wow. That must have been hard to take."

"It was and sometimes still is, although I've gotten more used to it. At this

point I could never deprive her of it. I mean those guys can fuck - and I mean

hard - for half an hour. They're in a different league. You can see why she

isn't interested in coming to our old parties any more. A bunch of white guys

with small equipment and hair triggers. We can't compete. You gotta hand it to

them. I wish I could give her that much pleasure. But I can't. She's hooked for

sure. So I'm a believer."

This was information overload for Jason.

"Jeez..." he said.

"Are you thinking about coming to a Circle party?"

"Well, I don't know," said Jason.

"You should. Besides, I'd like someone I know sitting in the circle with me from

time to time."

"What do you mean?"

"You know - the circle. Don't you know about it?"

"First I heard of it."

"Well," began Jim, "it's like this..."

Meanwhile, in the house, Ginny is getting the lowdown from Marie.

"So you enjoyed it?" asked Ginny.

"I can't even begin to tell you how much," she said enthusiastically. "It's like

I never had real sex before! Ginny, you've got to do it!"

"I can't say I'm not tempted. I don't know if I can talk Jason into it, though."

"Are you kidding? You know how our guys are. If it has to do with sex, they're

for it! By the time they figure out that it isn't about them, well, it's too

late. By then there's no turning back."

"Well," laughed Ginny, "last night I surprised myself with Jason. I had him

going down on me on the patio."

Marie's eyes opened wide in amazement.

"On the patio? Really?"

"Yup. I had a blanket over him, of course. At first he hesitated, but I was so

hot talking about you and Sarah going Black that I didn't have much patience."

"I can imagine."

"I actually snapped at him - 'Do it!' - I said. I was about to apologize for my

tone when all of a sudden he was on his knees looking very sheepish. So I went

ahead and had him do me."

"Awesome," responded Marie. "I wish I'd been there to see that."

"And you know what? I was really turned on by the whole scene. Not just him

eating my pussy, but the fact I was sort of in charge. I loved it!"

"Let me tell you something," said Marie. "Our relationship changed incredibly

after Jim saw me being fucked by a real man - a Black man. You know how bossy

he's always been, how he likes to be in charge, how only his opinion matters?

Well, after I lost my virginity - that's what I call it - he was a new hubby."

"Really?" - marveled Ginny. "Tell me."

"Well," continued Marie, "that first night after Rick fucked me and left, it was

like Jim was embarrassed to look me in the eye. So of course I kept trying to

start conversations with him, trying to get him to look at me. But it was like

he was diminished. And you know what? He was!"

"It's funny you say that. Jason was like that with me last night and we were

just talking about it. I can imagine how he'd be if it actually happened."

"My other surprising reaction," said Marie, "was that I was actually resentful

toward Jim because I had spent all these years thinking I was having pretty good

sex. When I was having nothing even close. But now my eyes have been opened,

among other things."

Marie and Ginny start giggling.

"One of the main things you depend on your husband for is sex," said Marie. "But

once you don't need him for that, he becomes very pliable and eager to please.

And because I resent having been deprived all these years, I don't mind rubbing

it in."

Ginny contemplated this for a moment before responding.

"That idea shouldn't appeal to me so much, but it does."

"Good. Now you two have to come to the next Circle party and get Jason out in

the circle with Jim."

"What do you mean - in the circle?"

"Oh," said Marie, surprised, "Sara didn't tell you about how it works?"

Ginny shook her head.

"Okay. It's call the Circle group. But that's the short name. The full name is

Circle of Cuckolds. The couple that holds the parties has a huge home out in the

country. Outside on the patio there's a big circle - about 5 yards in diameter -

drawn in yellow chalk. Are you with me?"


"Okay, then. When a couple arrives at the party, the wife is given two things -

one, a chain collar with a lock and, two, a plastic coil bracelet with the key

to that lock."

"Okay..." responded Ginny, confused.

"When the wife wants to spend some time with a Black man - either having a drink

and chatting or going up to one of the bedrooms - she puts the collar around her

hubby's neck and locks it with her key.

"This is his signal to go out onto the patio and sit in the circle - the circle

of cuckolds. He stays there until she retrieves him. If a man has the collar on,

he MUST be out of the house and sitting in the circle.

"It's a very nice system. You have privacy with your man and you know where

hubby is. And he knows where you are. And everybody can glance out at the patio

and immediately know whose wife is having a good time with a real man."

Ginny was beginning to feel warm at this description of how an evening at a

Circle party worked.

"Wow," she said. "They really thought this thing out, haven't they? But you mean

husbands don't get to watch?"

"No," Marie explained, "not at the parties. But if you have one of the Black men

visit your home, then that's different. It's up to you and him."

"I'm not sure how Jason would take that. I know I'm ready, but him? - who


"Look, just get him to take you to one of the parties. Put him in the cuckolds'

circle and get yourself laid for real for the first time by a Black stud. Your

Jason will be dying of curiosity and want to hear everything. He'll be so

curious he'll soon be ready for entertaining a real man at your home. And he'll

be so blown away by what he witnesses, that he'll be eating out of your hand.

Among other places!"

The women howled with laughter.

"You know what I've really enjoyed?" - asked Marie.


"Thinking about the guys in our old group who used to fuck me with their little

things - and now seeing them consigned to the cuckolds' circle for all to


"Well, okay, I'll talk to Jason this evening."

"Good. The next party is this Saturday. I hope that by Sunday morning your Jason

will have been Black-cuckolded for good!"

Thirty minutes later, after Marie and Jim had left, Ginny and Jason returned to

the patio for a nightcap. Just as Jason was about to sit down, Ginny had a


"Sweetie, would you get that blanket we had out here last night. It's a bit


She couldn't help but notice that mention of the blanket caused Jason to blush.

She wondered what he would be like after a night in the cuckolds' circle.

With the blanket on her lap, Ginny ran her tongue around the rim of her glass

and looked at her husband, who, unnerved at being looked at by his wife and not

knowing what she was thinking, looked down. Much to Ginny's satisfaction.

"So," she said finally, "did you have a nice chat with Jim?"

"Oh yeah," he replied noncommittally.

"What about?"

"You know - about the Circle parties."



"Jason! Stop playing games with me! What do you think?"

Jason was completely taken aback at the tone of his wife's voice.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said weakly. "It was... uh... interesting. He seems okay

with it."

"And how about you?"

"What do you mean?"

Ginny only had to cock an eyebrow at him to make him realize that she didn't

appreciate his evasions.

"Oh... I don't know. It's really different..."

"Yes, of course. How does Jim feel about Black men fucking his wife?"

"Ginny! Do you have to talk like that?"

"Just answer the question."

"Well, he seems almost... proud of her," he said finally.

"Do you think those men would even be interested in me, anyway?" she asked.

"Honey, are you kidding?"

Ginny crossed her legs for Jason's benefit.

"I mean, Marie says the Black men at those parties are not only super

well-endowed, but also good looking. They can have their pick of women!"

"Darling, you're-"

"Anyway," she interrupted, "I think it might be interesting to go to one of the

parties just to see what the people are like. We don't have to do anything. We

might just end up having drinks and deciding it's not for us. You know?"


"Did Jim tell you about the circle?"

"Yeah, he did."

"I think it's a cute idea!"

"Well, of course. You wouldn't be out there."

"No," she admitted, "I wouldn't. The parties are focused on white married woman

and Black men. It is very sweet, though, that Jim and Bill are so supportive of

Marie and Sarah that they willingly take them to Circle parties. I mean, that's

real devotion. And self-confidence."

"I guess you're right..."

"So what do you say? Shall we drop in and see what the fuss is about. We can

always take in a movie if we're bored."

"Yeah, why not? A movie would be fun anyway."

"Are you sure you're up for one of these parties, Jason? Because if you're not,

I'll understand."

"No, no, I am. If Jim and Bill say it's okay, then it must be."

"God, you get me so hot when you show me how much you love me that way. I'm so


These words lifted Jason's mood and made him glad that he had agreed to go

along. Anything to lift her spirits, he thought.

"But," added Ginny, "I do want you to think about it. About me... the meaning of

the Circle... yourself sitting in the circle on the patio. Will you do that?"

"Sure I will."

"Great! I want you to think about what it means very seriously while you... "

Ginny opened the blanket on her lap and let it hang down over her legs to the

tiles on the ground. "... do what you did for me last night."

Jason was stunned that Ginny would ask for that two nights in a row. It didn't

seem right. He hesitated.


"I'm sorry. I was just thinking."

"I just told you what I wanted you to think about. Now please do it. Now!"

Ginny smiled triumphantly as her husband, eyes cast downward, lowered himself to

the ground and crawled in front of her... again.

Jason had very mixed feelings as he lowered his head under the blanket and

crawled forward. Ginny had always enjoyed sex and went along with the swinging

parties for the last couple of years. But she had never very outspoken about

sex, and certainly never took the initiative. Now, for the second time in two

days, she was almost insisting that he please her orally. This both excited him

and made him nervous at the same time. At the moment, with his face between her

widely spread legs, he was mainly excited. He leaned forward and made contact

with her surprisingly wet pussy with his lips.

"Ooooh, that's nice," moaned Ginny.

Although her voice sounded muffled to Jason, he got the message and began gently

lapping at his wife's slit with his tongue.

Ginny looked down at the blanket covering her legs and the round bulge of her

husbands head below her belly. The feeling of being in control was almost as

erotic as the sensations produced by Jason's worshipping tongue. She put her

hands on the blanket where his head was and pulled him tighter against herself.

"Oh, sweetie, that's so good. Don't stop."

Jason had no intention of stopping, although having his face pushed so firmly

against his wife's pussy made is harder for him to apply what he considered his

outstanding oral techniques. Her voice caught his attention.

"Are you thinking about the Circle, hon?"

"Mmmnph," he said, nodding. Coherent speech was not an option with his tongue

probing her pussy and his nose squashed against her pubic bone.

"I'll take that as a yes. Now think about a Black cock right where your tongue


The words brought Jason quickly back to the conversation that had led to what

was going on at the moment. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn't avoid

imagining a big Black cock entering his wife. Surprisingly he felt a twinge in

his own little cock. Still, he wasn't sure he liked the idea. In the past, with

their friends, he definitely had the better end of the deal since he got to

enjoy his friends' very sexy wives. But none of the husbands posed a challenge

or threat to his role with his own wife.

"Oohhhh," moaned Ginny. "That's it, sweetie. Don't stop."

Jason, sensing Ginny's impending orgasm, wasn't about to stop. With the

likelihood that she would soon have her first experience with an endowed Black

Man hanging over him, it was important that he prove himself eager and able to

satisfy her.

As Ginny's orgasm began to overtake her, it was not her hubby that was in her

mind, but the anticipation of someone much more powerful and virile. That

thought, contrasted with the sight of Jason on his knees under a blanket

pleasing her with his tongue, gave her a since of power. And that, she had

discovered, made her even hotter. She bucked hard up against his face and

grabbed his head to pull him more forcefully against her, ignoring his muffled


Finally, when she relaxed and began to catch her breath, she realized that her

husbands face was still trapped between her thighs.

"Oh thank you, honey," she said, releasing him.

Jason backed out from under the blanket, raised himself stiffly to his feet, and

sat down in his chair. Just like the previous night, he seemed to avoid looking

directly at Ginny. He reached for a napkin and was about to dry his soaking and

shiny face.

"Sweetie," she stopped him, "don't do that. I love the way you look right now.


Ginny was amazed that he went along with her, considering that her juices were

now running down his neck.

"So," he finally said, "you still want to go to that party on Friday night?"

"You know what?" - she replied. "More than ever!"

Friday night found Jason and Ginny driving to their first party of the Circle

group. Ginny was excited; Jason had grave doubts.

"I'm not sure about this, honey," he said.

"Oh, don't be a spoilsport. You and the guys have had some of the sexiest women

in the city to play with for years. Don't you think it's our turn?"

"I guess, but... I don't know."

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm sure it will be fine."

"Anyway," continued Jason, "just remember that we don't have to do anything at

all. It could just be a chance to check it out without, you know,


Like that's going to happen - thought Ginny.

They arrived at the almost mansion-like house half an hour later. The

landscaping was expensive, including large torches lighting the front yard.

"How do I look?" - asked Ginny.

"Terrific," said Jason sincerely. In fact, he thought Ginny had really gone out

of her way in getting together that evening. Her sexiest low-cut dress and

highest heels, a visit to the hair salon, and some new perfume. Jason began to

feel a tingle just looking at her and remembering their last evening on the


His reverie was interrupted when the door opened. Before them stood a beautiful

woman in her mid-40s, brunette, tall, and dressed to kill.

"Hi!" - she said. "You must be Ginny and Jason. Please come in. I'm Rachel."

In the foyer the lighting was subdued, but enhanced by several candles. Soft

music and conversation were audible from another room.

"Ginny," said Rachel, "you are as lovely as Marie said. I think you will be a

most welcome addition to our little group." Jason noticed that his hostess was

addressing his wife, but not him.

"And here," continued Rachel, "is your Circle necklace and a key to the lock."

Jason shifted uncomfortably as Ginny dropped the chain necklace into her purse

and put the plastic coil bracelet holding the key around her wrist.

"Not that I think that necklace will spend much time in your purse, if you know

what I mean," laughed Rachel. Rachel joined in the laughter. Jason looked away,

unsure how to react to this joking at his expense.

"Come with me. I'll show you the bar. Marie is already here and looking forward

to seeing you."

"Great," said Ginny as she and Jason followed their hostess into a large,

dark-paneled room. It was, in fact, a large library with floor-to-ceiling

bookshelves and a fireplace. Set up at one end was a bar. Jason noticed that the

bartender, a man in his mid-40s, was wearing the same necklace as the one Ginny

had been given. Rachel noticed Jason's curious look.

"He's wearing the necklace because he's one of the hubbies. Guys sent to the

circle take turns tending bar and doing a couple of other things during the


"I see," said Jason.

Standing before the bartender was a twenty-ish Black man with an attractive

blonde woman in her 30s.

"Here is your champagne, ma'am," said the bartender, placing a flute of bubbly

before him. "And here is your scotch, sir." It struck Jason that the bartender

was unusually polite.

Jason and Ginny ordered white wine, which was poured and served with admirable


"Here you are, ma'am," said the barman as he placed Ginny's drink before her on

a napkin. "And here's your, buddy."

Buddy? - thought Jason, What's that about.

"He's very polite," said Jason to Rachel as they walked toward an open door of

the library/bar.

"Of course. Just part of the tradition of manners and courtesy we encourage at

our get-togethers. Hubbies usually address Black guests as "Sir" and all ladies

as "ma'am," especially when serving at the bar," explained Rachel. "The woman he

just now served?"

"Yeah," said Jason. "What about her?"

"That's his wife."

"Your kidding!" responded Jason, unable to conceal his surprise.

"Definitely not. She was with one of our special guests. Think how he would have

felt if the bartender had been familiar with his companion. Therefore both of

them were due respect. See?"

"Hey," said Ginny, "I like that!"

"Well then," said Rachel, taking her by the arm and leading her through the

door, "you have come to the right place."

They walked through a sitting area that also featured subdued lighting. A couple

sat whispering to each other on a sofa in the corner. From this area they

entered a very large room that could be described as a party room or perhaps a

huge family room. There were five discernible sitting areas, a small corner bar,

a dance floor, multiple sofa, all interspersed with potted trees. Candles and

soft music completed the effect.

One side of the room featured French doors leading outside to a patio and

illuminated swimming pool. There were perhaps twenty people in the room,

primarily gathered in small groups.

"Ginny!" It was Marie.

"Marie, hi," said Ginny as the two of them embraced.

"I'm so glad you made it. You, too, Jason," she added with a smile.

"Where's Jim," asked Jason, hoping to latch onto someone familiar.

"Well," responded Marie, "actually he's out on the patio in the Circle."

"You mean..." began Ginny.

"Right! Hold on. I'll introduce you. Don't move."

As Marie moved away, Jason put his arm possessively around Ginny's shoulders.

She shrugged him off as Marie returned with a handsome young Black man in his


"Wow," whispered Ginny to Jason.

"Ginny," said Marie, "this is Mike. Mike - this is my best friend,


"Well, well," said the man approvingly as he gave Ginny a slow and open

once-over. "Any friend of Marie's..."

"And this," she said, "is Jason."

Jason shook hands with the man, who squeezed his hand just enough to let him

know who was stronger but without causing him to wince in pain.

"Ginny," continued Marie in her usual breathless and enthusiastic manner, come

with me. I want to introduce you to some one."

As Ginny began following Marie and her friend, Jason started to go after them.

Marie paused just long enough to discourage him.

"Jason, be a dear and wait here - okay? I promise you'll see her again."

Ginny looked a Marie but didn't protest Jason's being given the "Stay!" command.

Marie led Ginny over to a corner of the room where a small group of people were

standing and chatting. Rather than joining to group, she tapped a tall Black man

on the shoulder to get his attention. When he turned around, Ginny saw a very

handsome man in his mid-30s with an athlete's physique. He allowed his gaze to

take in Ginny in a very leisurely way that made her blush.

"George," said Marie, "this is my friend Ginny that I was telling you about.

Ginny, George." George took Ginny's hand in his an squeezed it warmly.

"Well, well, Marie," he said, "you didn't do the lady justice."

"Nice to meet you, George," said Ginny, who was suddenly feeling very warm all

over and hoped her face wasn't red.

"Would you take Ginny in hand for a while? I need to go free my hubby from the

Circle for a few minutes."

"Of course," said George, winking at Ginny. "She will be in good hands." As Marie

walked away, the Black Adonis led Ginny over to a love seat on the other side of

the room and sat down with her. Ginny felt the warmth of his legs against her

and took a sip of champagne.

"So where's your hubby, Ginny?" he asked.

"That's him sitting over by the door looking at us," laughed Ginny.

"Good. He knows the rules for these parties, right?"

"Oh, he knows them all right," answered Ginny with chuckle.

"Well, I think you are going to fit in very well here, Ginny. And I think you'll

be very happy you came."

"You think so?" -she said somewhat flirtatiously, getting into the mood of the


"Oh, yeah. Especially once we get your hubby on board. We may as well include

him right now."

"What do you mean?"


George looked over at Jason and used his index finger to summon him. Jason looked

around as if not sure he was the person being signaled. He pointed to himself

with a questioning expression on his face.

George nodded. Jason arose and started to approach, but George stopped him in his

tracks by holding up his open palm. Jason looked confused. George held up his

champagne glass and made a circling motion with his hand to indicate that Jason

should refresh both their glasses.

Jason frowned, but slowly turned and headed toward the bar.

"Amazing," said Ginny.

"Why? If I'm going to take his wife to Heaven, the least he can do is get us a


Ginny laughed at the self-confidence with which this man already took for

granted what she was just beginning to hope would be the case.

"Pretty sure of yourself, huh?" - she said.

"I hope I'm not wrong. You're going to be one happy lady before this night is

over. I want to make sure you come back again."

"We'll see."

At that moment Jason approached the couple with two glasses of champagne, which

he handed to them.

"Thanks, honey," said Ginny. George remained silent.

"I'm Jason," volunteered the hubby/waiter.

"You should return to your chair now," said George in a very neutral tone of

voice that nonetheless did not invite a response other than compliance. Jason

returned to his chair.

"Cold," said Ginny.

"Well, I like to help everyone get off on the right foot from the start.

Especially hubbies. And especially your hubby - for purely selfish reasons."

"You know how to flatter a girl," teased Ginny as she sipped her champagne.

George put his right arm on the back of the loveseat behind Ginny and rested his

hand possessively on her shoulder. His touch made her jump slightly, but she did

nothing to discourage her companion. Instead, she crossed her legs and turned

toward him slightly.

"I think we're going to get along just fine," he said with a smile, caressing

her shoulder gently. Ginny sipped more champagne.

"I see Jason can't take his eyes off us. Why don't we give him something to

think about."

"What do you mean?" - asked Ginny.

"This," he said. He moved his face slowly toward Ginny's and she know he was

going to kiss her. It seemed like an eternity before he made contact and all

kinds of things were going through her mind - how would Jason react, how would

she react, was it going to happen, did she want it to? Yes to the last question,

she decided.

Then his lips made contact with hers. Even though there were plenty of people in

the room, somehow it didn't matter to her. His soft kiss only served to help her

make her decision. When she felt his tongue probing her lips, she immediately

opened for him and felt it enter her mouth and intertwine with her own tongue.

She moaned quietly as she began to fully participate in the kiss, pressing her

mouth closer against his, opening wider, and bathing his tongue with her own.

There was no turning back. She began to feel her pussy moistening and knew she

was going to give herself to this man.

Jason, seeing this man kissing his wife so blatantly - and in front of everyone

- was frozen in place. It was obvious that she was kissing him back. He didn't

know whether to keep looking or go over there. One thing was certain - he didn't

want to catch the eye of any of the other guests present. That would be very

embarrassing. He was also pretty sure that this club - or whatever it was - was

not for him. He didn't like the way this George person seemed to just take it for

granted that he could take over his wife like that. He was annoyed at himself

that he had run over to them and when the dark man signaled and, especially,

that he fetched them drinks like some servant. But most of all, he couldn't

believe that Ginny was going along with this and seeming to enjoy it.

Meanwhile, when their kiss came to an end, Ginny was almost breathless from the

sensations going through her body. If he does everything as well as he kisses,

she thought, then she was definitely in trouble.

"Very nice," said George, resting an arm over her shoulder with his hand just

touching her cleavage.

"Jeez," she said, "you're dangerous."

"You haven't seen anything yet," he laughed, moving his fingers lightly over her

breast. "But I hope you would like to."

"Would I ever!" she thought. Glancing over at Jason, she saw that he was staring

directly at her with a look of great displeasure on his face. She realized that

not only did she not care, but she even took secret delight in his watching her

with George. She wanted him now and hoped that he would make that happen - and

soon. She put a hand on his lap.

"I think it's time to introduce you to what this club is all about, don't you?"

- he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I think you should put that collar around your hubby's neck and send him

out to sit in the circle.

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Maybe I can convince you," he said with a smile. As he leaned toward her, she

turned her face to his, her lips slightly parted. When his lips touched hers,

his tongue plunged deeply into her mouth, which caused to let out a quiet moan

of pleasure. She reached up and put a hand behind his neck to pull him closer.

Now she knew she was going to give herself to him completely. Her body was

tingling with desire and she didn't care who knew it.

Jason couldn't take his eyes of this scene of seduction taking place across the

room. It was humiliating to him, but at the same time he felt himself reacting.

When they broke the kiss and Ginny stood up, he was confused. When she started

walking toward him, he stood up, hoping his semi-erection wasn't visible.

"Hi, sweetie," she said. "Having fun?"

"Fun? Well, you seem to be," he said with a tinge of bitterness in his voice.

"Don't be a like that. We agreed to give this a try. I hope you don't mind if


She removed the collar from her pocket and reached up to put it around his neck.

"Honey, do we have to..."

"Shhhh. Now turn around so I can lock it in place." He did as she requested and

heard the little lock close. "Not too tight, I hope. Now, sweetie, you know what

you're supposed to do when I put this on you, don't you?"

"Go out to the terrace and sit in the circle?" - he asked.

"Exactly. Hurry now. You can't be in the house when you're wearing that."

"But what are you..."

"I'm going to spend some time with George. Now go."

Jason hung his head and headed to the patio without looking at anyone. It was

the longest walk of his life. He was certain that everyone was looking at him

and smiling. And he was right.

Outside there were three men already seated in chairs arranged facing inward in

a circle with a diameter of about ten feet... He took a seat with as many chairs

separating him from the others as possible.

"Congratulation!" said a young man who looked to be in his very early 20s.

"Thanks. I guess," he responded.

"Your medallion is facing backward," the young man said.

"Huh?" said Jason, looking down at his chest.

"The medallion. It has to face outward so the letter can be seen.:

"Oh," said Jason. He flipped the round medallion around. The letters "BC" were

engraved on it.

"What does that stand for," asked Jason.

"Some people think it means "Being Cuckolded." But it really stands for


Jason was speechless.

"My name is Jimmy," he said.


"So who's your wife with?" - asked Jimmy.

"His name is George."

"Wow! Lucky you!"

Why he was lucky, Jason had no idea.

"Why lucky?" he asked.

"Well, George is only one of the top three men in the group, that's why. My wife,

Julia, and I were here five times before she finally got to be with George. This

is your first time, right?"

"Yeah," said Jason.

"Well, you'll definitely be back. Your wife is going to one happy camper. I hope

she likes'em big, because George is hung like you wouldn't believe."

Jimmy held his two hands apart about 10 inches.

"Your wife is going to think she died and went to heaven. And she will. She may

not be able to walk for a week, but she'll definitely be bringing you back.

That's for sure."

"May I ask how old you are?" said Jason.

"I'm 22 and Julia is 21."

"And you're already getting into this kind of thing at such a young age?"

"Well, we were just lucky, I guess. My wife's aunt is a member, if you can

believe that. She's about your age. Anyway, for some reason she got the idea of

inviting us to come to the club. I thought it was going to be some swinging


"And you're okay with it?"

"Well, to tell the truth, at first I wasn't. But Julia was so happy it was worth

it. And when I got the chance to see her with one of the men, I could see why.

It was George, as a matter of fact. When he fucked her in our bed at home, it was

like nothing I'd ever seen. I mean, I was shocked. And Julia went crazy like

something I'd never seen. So I figure we're lucky. She's getting the best sex

imaginable from an early age. Most people don't get to have this until they're,

well, your age. You really can't go back."

"Well," said Jason. He wondered if Ginny and George had already gone upstairs to

one of the room.

"So these guys sometimes, uh, come to your house to... uh... party?"

"Sure. But only after you're a member officially. And you've committed to the

club. And acknowledged the men of the club. And told your wife that you support

her and recognize that only these men can give her what she needs and deserves.

You have to humble yourself a lot to get to that point, and when you see her

with one of them, you know what humility really is."

Jason noticed that the other two men were listening in on the conversation. Both

were about his age.

"Hi," he said. "Jason."


"Emmit. Glad to meat you. My wife is with Barnes."

"Ouch," said Ralph. "First time?"

"Yeah. Kind of weird, but Lori was so excited."

"So what's the deal with Barnes?" asked Jason.

"Barnes," volunteered Ralph, "is only nineteen years old. Younger than our

children. My wife hasn't been with him yet, but she's working on it. Boundless

energy, gets it up all night, and has these huge balls. Plus, he's good looking

and smart. We're trying like crazy to get him to come to our house."

At that moment, another husband stepped out onto the patio and approached the


"Hi, guys! You're on, Ralph." Ralph stood up, said good-bye and headed into the


"Hi," said Jason. "I'm Jason."

"Owen," said the newcomer.

"So why did Ralph leave the... uh... circle?"



"Your first time here?" - asked Owen.


"Who's your wife with?"

"George," responded Jason.

"Hey, nice going!"

"Uh, thanks."

"I saw George and someone heading upstairs and wondered who she was. Very


"They went upstairs?"

"Sure. Where else? That's where it happens."

Jason was struggling to deal with everything going on around him. It was all so

new and, at this point, confusing. He couldn't help but wonder what Ginny and

George were up to at that moment.

"You asked about sheets?"

"Oh, yeah. What's that about?"

"Well," said answered Owen, "all the bedrooms get used more than once in an

evening. So someone has to change the sheets. That someone is one of us


"You're kidding!" - exclaimed Jason. This was getting more and more


"Nope. Needless to say, there would be hell to pay if one of the men went into a

room and the bed wasn't made up with clean sheets, towels, fresh bottles of

water, clean glasses. We just call it sheets for short 'cause that's the main

thing. We take turns. That and bartending are our main responsibility."

"That's pretty... I don't know," responded Jason.

"Hey, it's not so bad. You're sitting in a dark corner on the second floor just

resting most of the time. And those walls aren't totally soundproof, so you hear

some heavy moaning and crying. Sometimes it works out that you're on sheets when

your own wife is being fucked by one of the men.

"Anyway, when a couple comes out of one of the rooms, you wait until they've

headed downstairs. You keep your eyes down. Don't look them in the face. That's

a violation of their privacy. If they speak to you, just answer 'yes, sir" or

'yes, ma'am." Even if it's your wife, which was kind of embarrassing at first,

when you're not used to it, not yet totally committed."

"Huh!" grunted Jason.

"Anway," continued Owen, "as soon as they're out of sight, you go to the pantry,

get out a set of clean sheets and towels. Go to the room, change the sheets, put

out the clean towels, remove the used water bottles and glasses. Get new ones

from the pantry. If the candles have burned down or almost burned down, replace

them. Then get back to your chair and wait for the next room and do the same

thing all over again."

Jason leaned back and pondered all he had heard. He couldn't help thinking about

Ginny and wondering how George must have reacted when he saw the sexy underthings

his wife had bought for the occasion. It must be nice, he thought, to have guys

delivering their wives to you for your pleasure. Not too long ago, after all, it

had been Jason and his friends who were enjoying each other's sexy wives. For

the time being at least this wasn't in the cards.

Chapter 2

Ginny, meanwhile, was not thinking about her husband. At the moment she was

standing in the center of the room while her soon-to-be lover, George, sat in an

easy chair gazing at the sexy wife who was about to become his. His cock was

uncomfortably hard and he couldn't wait to free it. Or rather, for her to free

it. He always enjoyed it when he was a white wife's first black man. He wondered

if she would freak out when she saw his huge manhood; would she be a screamer or

a cryer? Either way, he was certain, she would become a convert in the next

thirty minutes. He could hardly wait.

Ginny, feeling somewhat light-headed from two glasses of champagne and more

kissing in the privacy of the room was about to disrobe in front of this

magnificent man. She reached behind herself and lowered the zipper of her dress.

She wanted desperately to make an impression. She was so excited she could

barely conceal it. With a shrug of her shoulders, the top of the dress dropped

own to waist level, revealing the lavender bra that barely contained her

breasts. That her nipples were erect with excitement was very obvious.

"Oh, baby, you're making me very happy," said George. "I just know that you and I

are going to get along just fine."

"Thanks. My husband helped me pick it out."

"Really," laughed George. "I like that. He shows promise. Sounds like he really

wants this for you."

"Well," answered Ginny, caressing her breasts with both hands, "I wouldn't go

that far. I think he might come around in time."

"I'm sure you can make that happen. Let's see the rest of it!"

"You're so impatient, George. But I guess I am, too."

With that, she let her dress fall to her feet. She kicked it aside and stood

there with her feet apart and hands on her hips. George took in the matching

garter belt and small panties. His had moved to his lap and he shamelessly

massaged his straining cock. Ginny blinked in amazement as she made out the

outline of his manhood. She felt herself getting moist again.

"Baby, that husband of yours has good taste. In women and in picking out just

the right thing for you to wear for me. You tell him I said so, hear?"

"Okay. It'll probably embarrass him, but I'll pass on your message. Meanwhile I

have something else to offer you."

Again Ginny reached behind herself, this time to unhook her bra. She let it drop

to the floor and held her breasts in her hand as if offering them her man for

approval. The nipples were completely erect.

"Come on over here and give me a closer look."

Ginny stepped over in front of George and stood between his outstretched legs. He

leaned forward, put his hands on Ginny's hip, and took a nipple in his lips.

"Ohmygod!" - she moaned. The sensation was almost more than she could bear. This

was just the beginning. She put her hands on his head and pulled him closer. She

was beginning to feel wobbly on her feet.

"What about you?"- she asked hoarsely.

"What about me?"

"Don't you have something for play-and-tell to show me?"

"Oh, you know I do, baby. Especially the play part! Why don't you get down on

your knees so I can give you your present.

Ginny didn't have to be asked twice. She gladly lowered herself before him, her

eyes glued to his crotch. She was no long able to even pretend the casual manner

she had assumed earlier in the evening.

"So tell me," asked George, "how did it feel to put that collar on your hubby for

the first time?"

Even that stirred something deep inside her.

"It was sort of hard at first," she said. "I knew he was hoping that it wouldn't

happen at our first party. He hoped it was just to take a look around and talk

about it later."

"No way that was going to happen," interjected George.

"I realized that as soon as we sat down together. But still, I wasn't looking

forward to doing that to him. I kind of felt sorry for him."

George smiled and lowered the zipper of his pants.

"I think you'll find it was worth it," he said with a suggestive smile.

Ginny was getting tired of talking. She wanted - NEEDED - for this man to touch

her, to take her, to make her his, to take her to a new level of pleasure.

"But you know," she said, "when I was locking it around his neck, it gave me a

feeling of power that I really liked. We've never been into power games, but I

really liked the control I had at that moment."

"That's only the beginning, baby. After tonight, he will be very much under your

spell. You will be on the inside, and he will be on the outside looking in. He

will depend on you as his link to this special world you're about to enter. This

will be your power."

Ginny was breathing deeply and almost licking her lips in anticipation. Would

this guy never stop talking? Still, his words evoked images and situations that

made her even hotter.

"Take it out," he said softly. "Take out my gift to you."

Ginny reached slowing through the zipper opening. When her hand touched him, she

let out a gasp.

"Oh god," she said. Knowing she would never get it out as hard and large as it

was that way, Ginny unhooked George' belt and opened the top of his pant. She

hurriedly pulled down the top of his boxers. Before her eyes popped up the

largest and hardest black cock she could have ever imagined.

Reverently she took him in both hands, neither of which could reach around his

massive pole. The veins of his cock stood out in relief, signaling the degree of

his arousal. She leaned closer and looked at the huge mushroom hear while

stroking slowly. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip.

"Go ahead, baby. Don't make me wait!"

This was all the encouragement she needed. She leaned forward, licked at the

bulbous and almost scary head and, finally, opened her mouth wide to take him

between her lips. The contact made his steel-sprung cock jump so powerfully that

Ginny gave a muffled yelp. She began to wonder if she would even be able to take

him in her mouth. After bobbing up and down a few times she pressed downward and

forced the large head of his weapon into her mouth. Her lips were stretched

tightly and her jaws open to the limit. She caressed the head with her tongue

and felt giddy from his power.

"Lick it," he said.

Ginny reluctantly removed her mouth from the black love muscle and lowered her

head to its base. She nuzzled her nose briefly in his wiry pubic hair and

inhaled his sexual aroma. Then, with the flat of her tongue, she licked the

underside of his cock from bottom to top and down again. She repeated this

several times until his cock was glistening from her saliva. She briefly paused

to admire the object in her hands and to revel in its power. At that moment she

realized her life would never be the same again. This was what she waited for

all her life. She knew this with certainty. She tried briefly to imagine what

this would mean for her and for her marriage, but the immediacy of the situation

was too powerful for her to worry about those details.

"Don't stop now," said George.

She had no intention of stopping, but simply wanted to savor this life-changing

moment, to draw it out as long as she could. With a sigh she moved her lips to

the base of his cock and onward to his balls. She moaned as she licked each

ball, giving herself totally over to the moment. There was no shyness, no

embarrassment, no holding back. Taking one of George' huge balls in her mouth,

she lathered it lovingly with her tongue, thinking that the cum it contained

would soon be deep inside her.

Ginny became almost frantic in her need to experience this man, to give herself

to him, to please him. She took him in her mouth again, but this time she forced

herself to take more of the rigid pole inside. Her tongue caressed the tip of

his cock and she was literally intoxicated by the taste of his cum, now leaking

generously and, she thought, addicting her.

Briefly Ginny contemplated how it was going to be when George began to enter her

pussy, which had never experienced anything even close to what it would tonight.

The knowledge that it would certainly hurt at first didn't faze her. She found

herself looking forward to the pain, because it would mean that she would become

a complete woman and would have the ultimate experience for any woman. She

pushed downward until the head of his cock pressed against her throat, causing

her to gag. Even that she welcomed.

George gently touched her head, signaling that the time for foreplay was over.

She looked up at him and began to touch herself through her panties.

"Please," she said.

George nodded. He was very familiar with the kind of need this attractive married

woman was experiencing. He would savor her introduction to fucking by a real man

for the first time in her life.

The two stood up and removed the remainder of each other's clothes. They kissed

standing next the bed, Ginny grasping George' hardness with one hand and pulling

him close by the buttock with the other. Her mouth opened wide to welcome his

probing tongue, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was open to him in

every way.

They moved to the bed. George positioned himself between her legs and licked each

nipple, which only drove Ginny more crazy that she already was. He ran his

tongue down over her belly and, after the slightest of pauses, lapped at Ginny's

sopping slit. Her hands were on his head. When he took her engorged clit between

his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, it was more than she could


"Oh god! I'm cumming. I... don't... believe it... Oh god!" She bucked up against

his face uncontrollably as her first orgasm overtook her. When it subsided she

was breathless.

George moved up until the head of his cock was just touching Ginny's now very wet

slit. He pushed forward gently. Ginny moaned and opened her legs wider. Her arms

encircled his waist and she pulled toward her. She needed him NOW! George pressed

firmly against her. The swollen head of his cock began to penetrate.

Ginny was so overwhelmed by the new sensations assaulting her body that she was

afraid she might pass out. He was stretching her so much and hadn't even gotten


"Please... do it... hurry! Just do it. Fuck me!" she cried.

George was well past the point of no return. Together they had reached the

combustion point. He took a nipple between his lips and licked it. While she was

distracted by this, George pushed forcefully forward and in one movement buried

the first four or five inches of his cock inside the whimpering Ginny's pussy.

"Oh go! It's so big!! I'm going to cum again... oh... oh... I'm cum-m-m-m-ing!"

George remained still as Ginny bucked and spasmed around his penetrating cock.

"More... don't stop, damn it! Fuck me!"

Needing no further encouragement, George withdrew several inches and pounded the

full length of his rigid shaft into the tightly stretched pussy of the pretty

white married woman squirming beneath him.

"So good... so good... more... harder" - she moaned, punctuating each word with

an upward thrust of her hips. George obliged and began pumping his cock slowly

and deeply inside the now delirious Ginny. It didn't take long before George knew

he would have to get relief. He always loved the moment when he emptied his

voluminous load of inside a new partner. Deeper than anyone or anything had ever

been. This was virgin territory. This was George' property.

Ginny was now completely taken over by her desire and the feelings she was

experiencing for the first time in her life. Even under these circumstances she

was aware that she briefly felt a moment of deep resentment against her husband

for what she had missed out on for so many years. This made her pull George more

firmly against her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled against his

buttocks as her orgasm approached.

"Now... fuck me! Hard! Cum in me... please! Do it!!"

George obliged. He penetrated Ginny to the maximum depth and stopped moving just

as his cock began to gushed inside her. Ginny was overtaken with such a powerful

orgasm that she briefly felt she lost consciousness. She continued to hold George

in a vice-like grip with her arms and legs. Finally they both relaxed in each

other's arms. He remained inside her. Ginny had found relief and pleasure and

sensations that she had never dreamed of. And she owed it to this man, George,

who had brought her into a new world - a world she knew she would never abandon.

An hour later, when Ginny and George came out of the bedroom, Ginny noticed a man

seated in a dimly lit niche. He looked familiar. As they walked by him Ginny

recognized him. It was Sarah's wife, Bill. He didn't look up, but kept his gaze

downward, toward the floor.

"Bill?" - said Ginny, pausing.

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, not looking up. Ginny couldn't understand his

strange behavior. Addressing her that way and not even looking up at her. It was

like he was some docile servant rather than an old friend.

"You okay?" - she asked.

"You're okay, aren't you, Bill?" - interrupted George.

"Yes, sir. Yes, ma'am. I'm fine," he responded.

"Well, carry on," said George, urging Ginny toward the staircase.

Once downstairs, Ginny and George enjoyed a tall glass of mineral water together

on the same sofa they had occupied earlier. They sat close, Ginny's hand resting

on her lover's leg and his are draped possessively over her shoulder.

"I really hate for this night to end," she said.

"Don't worry. There'll be many others, I promise."

"I can't wait that long," she laughed. "Can't I take you home with me?"

"Maybe we'd better wait a bit for that, as much as I'd like to enjoy your body

for a few more hours. Your hubby has been out there in the circle for two hours.

I'm sure he's going crazy."

Her husband! Ginny had almost forgotten. How, she wondered, was he going to take

all this. Not just tonight, but other nights like this in the future.

"Yes, my hubby. Guess I'd better rescue him and take him home. I hope he's cool

about this."

"Oh, I think he will be. Eventually he will even be enthusiastic."

"You think so?"

"I can almost guarantee it," said George. "If there's anything I understand, it's

the Black-cuckolded hubby."

"Wow. What an expression. Black-cuckolded hubby. It doesn't sound like something

he would be thrilled to hear."

"He will be very curious - and excited - to hear about tonight. You should tell

him everything. It will be frustrating to him not to have been able to see it,

but have to only hear about it."

"You think he will?"

"Oh yeah. Tell him all about it, slowly. Tease him. I'll eat my hat if he

doesn't get turned on by it. Him imagination will fill in the blanks. But don't

let him have sex with you. Not tonight, anyway."

"Don't worry about that," laughed Ginny. "I think I'll be too sore for a while.

But it's a wonderful soreness. I've never experienced it before. I've never had

orgasms like that. I think I passed out once. And you know what?"


"I found myself resenting Jason for depriving me all these years. Even though I

know it's not really his fault. Now I'm spoiled. When's the next party?"

"Two weeks from now. You have that long to persuade Jason to come back. I don't

think it will be a problem."

"I hope you're right."

"I am. You know, there's another side benefit for you from Black-cuckolding your


"What's that?" - asked Ginny.

"The longer this goes on and the more he accepts it and his diminished role, the

more, well, eager he will be to please you in other ways. The balance of power

between you will shift in your favor."

"I kind of like the sound of that," said Ginny with a conspiratorial smile. "It

would make things much easier."

"You'd be amazed. You'll probably get an earful from Jason about thing he heard

in the circle tonight. The hubbies out there gossip like you wouldn't believe."


"They address us as 'sir' and 'ma'am' because they have to here at the club. But

it doesn't take long before it becomes natural to them and they mean it


"This is incredible," said Ginny.

"You're already on the inside, and Jason is on the outside looking in. He envies

you. He will accept that he is no longer your match sexually. He will become

very obliging in other ways. And you can take advantage of that to the degree

you want to."

"Well," responded Ginny, "it will be interesting to see if what you say is true

in Jason's case."

"You should talk to your friend Sarah. Her hubby Bill is already doing the

dishes, laundry and housecleaning."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. I could tell you more, but you will find out for yourself what

possibilities exist in your marriage when Jason comes to terms with being


"Darling, I'd better rescue my hubby - I'm getting to like that term. See you in

two weeks?"

"You can bet on it."

On the drive home, Jason, as predicted, peppered Ginny with questions. She

begged off, saying she was exhausted and needed to sleep on the way and they

could talk once they got home.

Later, home and in their bedroom, Jason lay in bed waiting for Ginny to join

him. His mind was in overdrive. What had happened at the party? How did Ginny

react? Was she okay? What would this mean for him? Was she upset? He even tried

to imagine how she felt after supposedly being fucked by a super-hung Black

stud. The image made him excited, and this he found annoying.

Finally Ginny came out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. The turned toward

Jason and lay an arm on his chest. She looked at him with a dreamy smile on her


"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But tell me what happened while I was outside," answered Jason.

"I don't know where to start."

"Well, you went upstairs with that guy, didn't you?"

"Yes. And his name is George. Be polite."

"Sorry, sweetie. So tell me."

"Well, first of all, he really loved the undies you helped me pick out. They

definitely had the desired effect."

Jason felt himself getting hard at the image of his wife posing in the lavender

garter belt, bra and panties she had bought for the occasion. He hadn't even

seen them on her himself, but was trying to imagine himself in George' place.

"Good. So did he... uh... undress you or..."

"No. I did a little striptease for him."

"Really?" Jason was getting excited.

"Yeah. George had his shirt and shoes off and was sitting in an easy chair with

his drink. We'd been doing a little hot foreplay - you know, kissing, getting

close. His tongue was almost down my throat and we were both getting very hot."

Jason was now fully erect. He was glad he was under the covers and could conceal

it from Ginny.

"You sure you want to hear all this?" - she asked.

"Sure. Go ahead," he said, his voice cracking noticeably. Ginny smiled and


"So anyway, I figured we better get down to business. I mean, I was curious

about what the fuss was all about. The way Sarah talked about these guys, well,

I wanted to experience it for myself so you and I could decide if we wanted to

continue with this group."

"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead."

"So I pushed him into the chair and stood in the center of the room and unzipped

my dress. I danced around a little just to tease him, you know. Finally I just

let the dress fall to the floor, kicked it away, and stood there with my hands

on my hips giving him a good look."

"Jeez, that must have been something for him."

"Oh, it was. And I told him you picked everything out yourself."

"Why'd you say that?" protested Jason, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? Besides, he was very pleased, to say the least. I

did a few turns and unhooked my bra, took it off and tossed it to him."


"Wow is right. I was sort of holding my breasts, teasing my nipples and showing

him what he had in store."

Jason began to squirm at this picture. He realized that he had never had an

experience quite like that. He had done the wife-swapping thing with friends, of

course, but George wasn't swapping anything. He was just getting what he wanted

for the taking.

"While I was posing for him, I guess it got to be too much, because he loosened

his belt, opened his zipper and pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I

couldn't believe my eyes."

"What do you mean. Was he really... big?" squeaked Jason.

"It was kind of dark, but I could tell he was huge. I was about to find out how

huge. But first I wanted to drive him a little more crazy. I slowly took off my

panties and tossed them to him. I stood there with my leg apart and covered my

pussy with one hand while I help my breast with the other."


"Then I walked over to him, stood between his outstretched legs and lowered my

tits to his face. I swear, when he started on my nipples with his lips and

tongue, I almost had an orgasm!"

Jason was licking his lips as he listened, which didn't go unnoticed by Ginny.

"I knew the 'big moment' was about to happen. I was way past the point of no

return. I pulled away from him and lowered myself on my knees in front of him.

Finally I saw his incredible cock up close right in front of my face. I took it

in one hand. It was almost scary."

"What do you mean?" croaked Jason, now almost in pain from his erection.

"I mean, it was so big and so hard and hot. Like a baseball bat. I couldn't get

my hand around it it was so big. I used both hands and stroked it up and down. I

began to worry about whether I could take it inside me."


"Are you sure you don't mind hearing all this. Maybe I should stop."

"No! Go ahead. Please."

"Well, you can guess what was next. I had to have it in my mouth. But first I

just licked it. First the big head, all shiny and swollen. Then up and down the

monster until it was shiny and moist. George was loving it, I can tell you. He

pushed my head down so I figured he wanted me to lick his balls, which I did. I

could barely get one in my mouth, but I did. I was very big."

Jason desperately wanted to touch himself, but didn't dare. He was embarrassed

to be so turned on by his wife's description of her experience with her first

Black lover.

"God, just talking about it has me all wet again," she said. Then, with no

warning, she moved her hand to Jason's crotch and found his cock, rigid and

straining against his pajamas.

"Oh my," she laughed, "it looks like I'm not the only one turned on by this


Jason felt himself blushing, caught as he was in full sexual arousal from

Ginny's story.

"I almost wish you could have seen me," she added. "Anyway, I had to taste that

cock that was going to be in me as soon as I could make it happen. So I took him

in my mouth. Jason, you wouldn't believe it. I could hardly get the head of it

in my mouth. My lips were stretched to the breaking point. I was running my

tongue around that thing while I fingered myself."


"Man is right! I pushed down to get more of it, but it was pushing against my

throat. It hurt a little, but I didn't care. It's weird. I almost wanted it to

hurt some, so I pushed harder until I was gagged. Then I did it again. Both of

us were ready, I can tell you!"

"I'll bet," said Jason.

I finally just got up, go on the bed, opened my legs and asked him to PLEASE

fuck me."

"You actually said 'please'?"

"I know it's hard to believe. I was beyond caring. I'd never been so hot in my

life. I knew it would hurt, but I wanted him so bad I could cry."


"So George got rid of the rest of his clothes and crawled up on the bed between

my legs. I felt him probing my pussy. We definitely didn't need any more

foreplay. I just needed him in me and he needed to be inside of me at that


"It was harder than I thought. Even though I was really moist, it took a while

before the head of his cock finally penetrated me. And as soon as it did, I had

an orgasm. I mean mind-blowing. He just stayed still while I exploded, impaled

by the head of his cock."

"It was pretty big, huh? That must have been uncomfortable for you."

"Very. At first. But believe me, I didn't care. The pleasure was much more than

the pain. And he hadn't even started fucking me for real. But he did. Slowly at

first. It took a while, but after a while he had the whole thing inside me. I

felt like I was about to split in half! I've never felt so full. Or fulfilled.

And I loved it. We were both just enjoying the feeling of him inside me. I came

again. Then he started fucking me for real. And I mean FUCKING me."

Jason began slowly moving his hand toward his cock under the covers. Ginny

noticed and smiled to herself, but said nothing.

"Anyway, it's probably good that we were along. I don't know how I would have

felt if you had been watching all this. I mean, I was really out of control! I

was crying and begging him to fuck me harder. I mean I was begging for it.

"In the end, we came together. He was all the way inside me and stopped moving.

I started spasming all over. It was like nothing I'd ever felt. I think I was

crying. My arms and legs were wrapped around him and holding on for dear life

when he finally let go himself. It was like a damn burst. He started spurting

deep in my pussy and kept going until I couldn't believe there was anything

left. I could feel myself being flooded. I came again. I think I even told him I

loved him, but I'm not sure. It's kind of a blur."


"Oh, sweetie. Did I get you all hot?"

"You bet you did. How about we..." began Jason, putting an arm around Ginny and

pulling her close.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry I couldn't. I'm really exhausted, not to mention very

sore there. I don't think my pussy could take it. However..."

"Yes?" asked Jason hopefully.

"I'm also kind of hot from remembering this experience. I could really use some

tender attention from your tongue. Do you mind?"

"Well... uh..."

"Come on, honey. George was happy to please me. You're my husband. Do your duty!

Maybe I'll even tell you some more while you're at it?"

That was all the encouragement Jason needed. He crawled under the sheet and made

his way between his wife's legs. Her aroma was potent, which only increased his

desire. It was almost as if he was now being included, in a limited way, in the

evening's fun. He began lapping her moist pussy with the flat of his tongue.

For her part, Ginny was amazed that he had acquiesced so readily. It was kind of

insulting, after all. Still, the idea of her husband servicing her orally after

a night of fucking with her Black lover was a definite turn-on. She almost

regretted having cleaned herself so thoroughly before getting dressed at the

party. Maybe, she thought, George was right after all about cuckolded hubbies

being more docile.

"After we rested a while," she said, "I really wanted more, which was hard to

believe since I had already cum half a dozen times. And I mean mind-shattering

climaxes like I've never felt before."

Jason moaned softly, since he couldn't really participate in the conversation

with his tongue busy lapping Ginny's now wet pussy.

"I sort of hinted that I wanted him to take me again," she continued. "He said I

was like a bitch in heat." Ginny laughed at the memory. "You know what he said?"

"Mnnnff," responded Jason, now more excited than ever despite himself.

"He told me if I was a bitch in heat, I should get on all fours and he would

fuck me like one. I didn't even care. I just wanted it. Wanted him.

"So I got on my hands and knees with my back to him, spread my knees wide and

offered myself to him."

Jason couldn't believe his ears. He tried to imagine his wife in that position

in front of an almost total stranger. He increased him licking as Ginny began to

undulate beneath his mouth.

"He teased me for a while and then finally penetrated me in one powerful stroke.

Just like that and he was all the way in me. I had another orgasm before he even

started fucking me. It felt so-o-o-o good! I was in heaven. Then he made me beg

for more, and you should have heard me. Thank goodness you weren't there. Shall

I go on?"


"You know, sweetie, you're a very good pussy-lapper. Just what I need to send me

off to dreamland tonight. Anyway, he was playing with my nipples and fucking me

deep and hard. Right where your tongue is now. Come on, fuck me with your


Jason moaned and pushed his tongue deep into his wife's pussy, fully aware that

George' huge cock had been there less than an hour earlier. It made him feel

somehow insignificant in the scheme of things, but he was determined to do some

pleasing himself tonight.

"That's a good boy! Not quite like the real thing, but good enough for now. Come

on, fuck me with that tongue. Deeper, damn it!"

Now she was bucking fiercely against Jason's face so that it was difficult for

him to maintain penetration with his tongue. His jaw was getting tired and his

face was taking a pounding. He was now almost afraid of his own wife's pussy,

almost dominated by it. For the first time in his married life, he felt her

power and it scared him.

"Don't stop! I'm cumming! Ahhhh!"

Jason felt her hands grabbing him by the hair and pulling his tender and sopping

face against her. He felt almost like she was just using his face to masturbate

with. It was all about her pleasure.

Finally she relaxed and released him.

"You can come out from under there now," she said.

Jason crawled out from between the sheets and was able to breath freely again.

The cool air was refreshing on his wet and punished face.

"Thanks for that," said Ginny.

Jason started to wipe his face with the sheet, but she stopped him.

"Don't you dare! Leave it."

"What about me?"

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm exhausted. But you know what I'd like more than


"What?" - asked Jason>

"I want to see you jerk off!"

"Here?" - he asked, flabbergasted.

"Where else? Come on. I know you're hot. Don't you want to cum?"

"Well, I thought maybe you-"

"Uh-uh. I want to lie here and watch you make yourself cum. I'll even tell you

what to think about while you're doing it."

"Okay, you win," said Jason, sitting up on his haunches on the bed. He took his

painfully hard but modestly sized cock between his thumb and two fingers and

began stroking it.

"Close your eyes and try to imagine yourself upstairs in that bedroom watching

me with my first Black lover, George. Can you see it?"

"Yeah. I see it," said Jason, eyes shut as he pulled on his love stick.

"Your sitting there watching me stretch my lips around the biggest cock you've

ever seen. You can here me slurping over it, licking and sucking. My head is

bobbing up and down."

"Oh shit!" said Jason.

"You're about to see yourself cuckolded. Can you see it? Isn't exciting?"

"Mmmmm," moaned Jason.

"You've got my panties in your hand. You're holding them close to your face,

inhaling the aroma of your wife. It's intoxicating!"

"Oh yeah," said Jason, getting close.

"Here they are, Jason. Open your eyes, but don't stop."

Jason opened his eyes and saw Ginny holding her panties in her hand out to him.

He took them with his free hand. They were wet.

"Come on, Jason. Close your eyes and hold my panties against your face. It will

make it more real."

Jason did as he was told. He pressed the wet material against his face and


Ginny was now even more amazed that she could talk her husband into performing

this way. Never in her wildest imagination could she have believed that he could

be talked into jerking off in front of her to images of her lover in his mind

and pussy-soaked panties against his face.

"I'm going to cum!"

"Do it into my panties, darling. Cum in my panties. Now!"

Just in time he wrapped his cock in the panties and shot his load into the silky

wet material. When he finally caught his breath and recovered, he looked up to

see Ginny smiling at him.

"Quite a show, lover!"

To say that Jason was embarrassed and humiliated at this moment would have been

an understatement. How had he been reduced to this? - he asked himself, looking

down to avoid his wife's amused gaze.

"Honey," she said. "Do me a favor. Go wash them out in the sink, will you?"

"Okay," responded Jason, happy to have an excuse to disappear. He walked slowly

to the bathroom and turned the water in the sink."

"Oh, and honey?" - he heard her say to him from the bedroom.


"Also wash out my new stockings while you're at it. They're hanging on the

shower door. Thanks. Good night."

Jason took the delicate nylons from the door and added them to the sink. As he

washed them he realized that he had never seen her wearing her new outfit. Only

George had. He looked up at himself in the mirror. His face was still wet and his

hair matted down from his exertions. He thought of George. And Ginny.

Several days later Ginny and Sarah were having drinks after work in a cocktail

lounge. After rebuffing the advances of several young men, the two women were

finally being left alone.

"Ginny," said Sarah, "I'm so glad you came to the party last week. I take it you

had a good time?"

"A good time? Only the best night of my life. At least of my married life, if

you know what I mean. I can't thank you enough."

"And how is Jason doing?"

"Well, he's sulking a little, so I'm paying some attention to him."

"Don't worry. He'll get over it."

"I think you're right. God, I wish I were seeing George tonight. I think I'm


"You and me both," laughed Sarah. "Once you're officially a member, you won't

have to wait so long to get laid. Barnes is coming over to my house tonight. Bill

is cooking dinner for us."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. That's why I'm here. Hubby is doing all the work."

"Is it true what Jason told me - that Bill is doing the housecleaning for you?"

"You bet. I added laundry to his list last week. Now he's cooking one dinner a


"Wow. I guess George was right about us getting more power over our husbands...

uh... hubbies... once we have Black lovers."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. Just wait. Brucie hasn't even seen you with

one of the men yet. That's when you really get the upper hand."

"You know, it's weird, but it's kind of a turn-on for me to have Jason in this

position. After the party when we got home I made him jerk off after he went

down on me. He was like putty in my hands."

"I love it!" - laughed Sarah.

"You should have seen him. I had him holding my panties to his face while he was

doing it. It was quite a site. But the big thing was when I asked him to

hand-wash my panties and stockings before he went to sleep."

Both women shared a good laugh at this image.

"I recognize the pattern. It's the early signs of Black-cuckold-itis! The first

big test will be when he has to personally ask George or one of the other men to

sponsor you guys for membership."

"He has to do that?" asked Ginny incredulously.

"Uh-huh. And he has to be sincere and convincing. I had Bill practice his little

speech in front of me. I could hardly keep a straight face he was so serious!"

"That will be something, I have to admit."

"It's an important ritual they all have to go through. You can attend three

parties without being a member. After that, if you want to continue having that

delicious black cock in that hungry pussy of yours, hubby will have to testify

and commit."

"Wow. That I'd like to see."

"This is a major turning point. It's where Jason has to look George or whoever in

the eye and say that his wife needs the men of the club because they can give

her what he can't and would they please consider the two of you for membership.

The men don't make it all that easy on the hubbies. They like to make them

squirm and sweat a little. By that point Jason will be so worried that he might

fail you that he will do and say anything to win their approval. It's an amazing

thing to behold."

"God I'm getting wet just thinking about it! By the way, I saw your hubby when

George and I came out of the bedroom at the party. He didn't even look up at me.

Just kept his eyes down."

"Of course, silly. It's a question of manners and respect. You were with George.

He's in awe of George and the others and must treat them with respect. You were

with George, so he knew he didn't dare act familiar with you."

"He even called me 'ma'am'!"

"Honey, he calls ME ma'am at that house. And I love it! He so much wants to

please and is desperate for my approval now that he's yielded the pleasure of

fucking me to Black men. So he tries in other ways to feel needed."

"Well, we'll see. Listen, I have to go. You have fun with your Barnes tonight.

I'm so jealous!"

"Hey, you too can have home delivery. Just get hubby in gear. Later..."

Two weekends later Jason and Ginny found themselves driving, once again, to the

Saturday night party of The Circle group. Jason glanced furtively over at

Ginny's crossed legs. There was a lot to see since her dress was of the short

variety - all the better to show off her perfect legs. This time she was wearing

black stockings and her most outrageous black fuck-me stiletto heels. He would

have given anything to be the one who was going to enjoy the pleasures of his

wife's body tonight. She had him totally aroused.

This time, however, he didn't know what she was wearing under that dress. Ginny

had gone out shopping that afternoon and come back with a filled Victoria's

Secret shopping bag which she refused to let him peek at. The mystery and her

teasing only made her more desirable. Sometime that evening, he knew, that dress

would slip to the floor and someone else would see his wife's body revealed in

the most inviting way possible.

"Are you staring at my legs?" - she asked him, intruding on his erotic thoughts.

"Huh? Oh... well... you look so beautiful tonight, darling," he responded.

"Thank you, dear, but I wish you would keep your eyes on the road. Will you do

that for me?"

"Of course. Sorry. I just-"

"Besides, as you well know, these legs and everything that goes with them are

not for you tonight. You understand, right?"

"Of course. I..."

"So why frustrate yourself that way. If you behave yourself this evening, I

think I can promise you'll see the whole package up close and personal, if you

get my drift."

That hint of promised pleasure made Jason's cock get even harder. He shifted in

his seat, but took care not to stare at Ginny, as hard as that was.

"Are you as excited as I am tonight?" - she asked.

"Well, probably not, and for good reason. Maybe you could not put the collar on

me so quickly this evening so I could socialize a little."

"No promises," said Ginny. "It depends on how things go. Who knows what will

happen. Maybe no one will want to spend any time with me."

"Ha! Like that's gonna happen."

"Anyway, you get to hang out with the other hubbies on the patio. That must be


"I guess. They're all so enthusiastic about the club. You'd think they were the

one's getting laid instead of their wives."

"You might take a lesson from them. Don't you think it's admirable for a hubby

to be so concerned about his wife's happiness and pleasure?"

"Of course I do. You know that."

"Then act like it. Don't embarrass me."

"I won't," said Jason, properly chagrined."

"We're not members yet, so be on your good behavior. One more party and we're

out unless someone wants to sponsor us."

"I promise," said Jason. "Do you think we'll get back to having some of the old

parties with Sarah, Bill and the others?"

"Honey, they've gone Black! Don't you understand? Why would Sarah trade that

for... well, you know."

Before Jason could respond they were pulling into a parking place in front of

the house where the party would take place. He hopped out of the car and opened

the door for Ginny. He couldn't resist catching a glimpse of exposed thigh as

she got out of the car.

"Jason, what did I tell you?!"

"I'm sorry, honey."

Ginny didn't respond but strode briskly toward the porch with Jason following


Inside the gathering was larger than before, the hub-bub of conversation and

clinking glasses much more lively. Glancing out the patio door he observed that

so far there was no one sitting in the circle. Before he could catch up to Ginny

he was grabbed by their host and told that he had bartender duty. Within a

minute he was mixing and serving drinks to a never-ending line of couples and

men. As it was just the beginning of the evening, the line was non-stop.

Then he saw Ginny in line with a Black man he hadn't seen at the previous party

- tall, mid-30s, attractive and athletic looking. He had his arm around Ginny's

waist at they waited their turn. In a few moments that were standing in front of


"What may I serve you," he asked, looking at the man.

"I think I'll have a glass of champagne," said Ginny.

"Yes, ma'am," he said with difficulty and without looking her in the face. He

imagined that she was smiling at his words but didn't want to find out.

"I'll take a scotch on the rocks," said Ginny's companion.

"Yes, sir, coming right up."

An hour later Jason was relieved by his friend Bill and allowed, finally, to

wander into the main room and have a drink. Standing in a corner he surveyed the

gathering and recognized some of his friends from the old swinging group. Ginny

was in conversation with her new friend. Sarah was talking with a couple of the

other wives. She looked drop-dead sexy, as usual, thought Jason. It was almost

painful to realize that he used to fuck her on a regular basis. And now he was

almost afraid to talk to her. He was an outsider.

Before long he saw Ginny approaching him. He stood up and forced a smile on his

face even though he suspected the reason she was coming up.

"He, sweetie," he said. "Having fun?"

"I'm about to," she said teasingly. "I guess you know why I'm here."

"The collar?" - he guessed with resignation.

"Don't look so sad. The collar on you means I'm having a good time. Don't you

want that?"

"Of course I do."

"Then turn around," she said. Jason did so and felt the collar being placed

around his neck. The touch of her hands was very warm. He realized that she had

become, for him, like some unattainable sex goddess.

"Let's see," she said once the collar was in place.

Jason turned around. He looked at her somewhat sheepishly as he turned the "BC"

medallion facing outward.

"What does BC stand for," she asked.

"Well, there are several versions."

"Just tell me what it means."

"It means 'Black-Cuckolded, ' he responded.

"Well, that makes sense, doesn't it?"

"I guess."

"All right, you'd better get outside. Behave!"

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "I mean-"

"No, that's fine. It shows me you're getting in the spirit of the Club. Now go!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Ginny watched her husband walk slowly toward the exit to the patio, where there

were already two other men sitting in the circle. Things had changed so

dramatically in a single week, she thought as she pondered how she could test

Jason's commitment in the coming days.

On the patio Jason took his place in the circle facing two men he hadn't met.

One was 50-ish and very overweight. The second was a bookish looking guy in his

30s. The three cuckolds introduced themselves to each other. It was going to be

a long evening, but Jason decided he would at least learn as much as he could

about the club from the other hubbies... how he had come to hate that word! He

hated it because it was exactly what he felt like these days - not a husband,

not a man. Just a hubby.

The older of the two men was an outgoing type and immediately engages Jason in


"So who's doing your wife tonight?" - he asked cheerfully.

"I don't know his name," responded Jason. "Thirties, tall, tan jacket, navy blue

slacks. Wandering hands."

"Ha! Sounds like half the men here. But in this case you're talking about Mike.

He isn't as sociable as the others. Doesn't care to meet the hubby. He's good.

Very, very good. Your wife will definitely not be disappointed. He's practically

a one-man recruiter for the Circle."

"Has your wife been with him?" - Jason asked.

"Oh yeah. She loves him! He's charming with the ladies, that's for sure. And of

course he can deliver, if you know what I mean. He just doesn't care about

hubby's situation or attitude. Why should he, after all? They want what he's got

and he's happy to give it to them. He's very much in demand. I've been trying to

get him to come to the house, but he's hard to get over. I've sent him gift,

letters, promised him the moon. The wife is on my case about this. She wants an

overnight with him."

"Wow. You've offered him gifts?"

"Sure. And I'm not the only one. Mainly because she wants him. And when she

doesn't get what she wants, she takes it out on me. You know how it is."

"Well," said Jason. "I'm learning. This is only our second time at the club."

"Well, if Mike can't sell the little lady, no one can."

"Oh, I think she's sold. I'm the one who isn't sure yet."

This seemed to surprise Jason's friend.

"What? You're kidding, right? I mean, this is the best thing that will happen to

you. It's life with a happy wife. She won't go back, you know. But I guess you

haven't seen her with a Black Man from the club yet."

"No," said Jason.

"Get ready to become a believer when it happens. All the hubbies are converted.

Of course they're very clever here. By the time your first three parties are

over, your wife is hooked. Remember how you used to move heaven and earth to get

a woman? You'll be doing that again - but to get the right Man for the missus.

You'll be catering to them on the one hand, and to your wife on the other. I'll

be curious to hear what she thinks about Big Mike. I'd do anything for that


At that moment another collared hubby came out to the circle with a message for

Jason. His turn to be on "sheets" had come up.

"What do I don?" he asked nervously.

"Just go up to the second floor and find the hubby that's on duty now. He'll

fill you in."

A few minutes later Jason found himself ascending the stairs to the second

floor, where it was quiet and very dimly lit. At the end of the hall, in the

shadows, he saw a figure sitting on a small stool. As he got closer he could see

the "Black-Cuckolded" pendant hanging around the man's neck.

"You my replacement?" - he asked.

"I guess so. Can you fill me in?"

"Sure. No problem. Follow me."

The man led Jason to a door in the center of the hallway.

"This is the supply closet," he said, opening it.

"Here are the sheets, towels, rags and so on. On the top shelf here are

replacement candles, bars of soap and some pillow cases. Down here on the floor

is a cooler with bottles of champagne, mineral water and some soft drinks.

Glasses are here."

"Thanks. This is my first time. So, when someone leaves a room I..."

"You wait until they've left the hallway and headed downstairs. Then you grab

some sheets and pillowcases and towels. Get in there and remove the sheets and

put on the clean ones. Same with the towels. Don't dawdle. You don't want a

couple coming up here and not having a room ready. Change glasses if necessary.

Candles. Then put the laundry in the hamper down near your stool. There's a

container for dirty glasses and empty bottles around the corner. Got it?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Sit on the stool facing the hallway. Keep your eyes down when they come up to

the floor or out of a room. You shouldn't see their faces at all."


"No problem. You'll do okay. Right now there is one empty bedroom. The other

four are occupied. Two couples came in about half an hour ago. The other two

were occupied when I came on duty."

"Uh... I think my wife may be up here."

"Oh yeah? Who's she with."

"His name is Mike."

"Oh yeah, she's here. Last room on the left. She's having a good time. Already

came at least twice. I could hear her crying out, "Oh, Mike. Fuck me! Fuck me!

I'm cumming!"

"Jeez," muttered Mike.

"It's been quiet in there for about fifteen minutes. Mike's always good for a

couple of rounds, so you'll be hearing them before long. You're a lucky guy. You

know about how to talk to the Men and their Ladies, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Good. Don't embarrass your wife and don't piss of her Man. That's the key. So

long and good luck."

Alone now, Jason sat down on the small bench, which was only about six or eight

inches high. He felt like an adult in children's furniture. No sooner had he

gotten comfortable than he heard a door opening. Quickly he looked down, making

sure he couldn't see whoever it was who was coming out. Best to be ignored.

No such luck.

"Jason, is that you?"

Jason immediately recognized the voice of his wife's best friend, Sarah. He was

nervous around her anyway these day, but especially now.

"Yes, ma'am," he said as two pairs of feet stopped within his peripheral vision.

"So, are you having fun? Doing okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," he responded.

"Tell Ginny hi in case I don't see her. And you'd better take care of that room.

I think we left it in bad shape."

"Yes, ma'am, I will," he promised.

"Good boy," she said, walking away with her lover.

As soon as he was certain that the couple was out of sight, Jason moved quickly

to the cupboard and retrieved fresh bedclothes and towels. He entered the room,

which had the unmistakable odor of sex in the air. He decided to leave the door

open and turn on the ceiling fan to clear the place out.

The bed was in complete disarray. The top sheet was on the floor. The bottom

one, a fitted sheet, was still in place, with numerous wet spots all over. After

changing the sheets, replaced the towels.

At that moment, he heard it. His wife's voice carrying through the walls of the

neighboring bedroom.

"Uh... uh... God!... Darling, don't stop. Ohmygod! I'm cumming. You've got to

fuck me. Please!"

Jason was shocked and embarrassed at the same time. He felt like an eavesdropper

on his wife's privacy. He left the room with dirty glasses and an empty

champagne bottle.

In the bedroom next door, Ginny was lying on her back while her Man lay next to

her. On hand was moving between her legs. He was kissing her breast and suckling

a hard nipple. With her own hand Ginny was holding onto the largest cock she had

ever seen and stroking it as her lover brought her to orgasm with his hand. Her

body bucked and convulsed as she reached a mind-numbing orgasm.

After a moment of stillness punctured only by Ginny's heavy breathing, he spoke

to her.

"How about you have a taste of that thing in your hand, baby?"

Ginny didn't have to be asked twice. She moved down between his splayed legs on

her knees and leaned forward before the very thick, rock-hard 10-inch cock that

had empaled her only minutes earlier. Now she was showing her appreciation with


She first licked the black veined staff from bottom to top and repeated this

several times.

"That's it, you slut. Now my balls!"

Ginny moved her hungry mouth down to the base of his pleasure tool and began

licking one of his huge balls. He held onto the top of her head with a firm

hand. She took the orb into her mouth and loved it with her tongue. She repeated

this with the other one.

"You want this in you again?" - he asked.

"Oh yes! Please. Fuck me again. I've got to have you. Please do it now. Deep and


"I'll just lie here while you climb aboard," he said.

Ginny raised herself up on her haunches and straddled Mike's mid-section. With

on hand she grasped the black pole as she lowered herself until the mushroom

head made contact with her sopping pussy. Then she pushed down gently until the

head disappeared inside her.

"Oh shit! Oh damn! I'm cumming already."

Without impaling herself further, Ginny had an orgasm. As it ebbed, she began

slowly lifting herself up and down, moving Mike's rigid pole a little deeper

each time. Soon her pussy lips were so stretched she couldn't believe he was

only half-way inside her. But that wasn't enough. Despite the discomfort she was

determined to take all of him inside her this time. With a sob she dropped down

on her lover with all her weight.

"Ohmygod! Fuck me! Fuck me deep. I love you. I love you, darling. Harder. Uh!

Uh... uh... uh... ohhh!"

It was at this point that Mike returned to the room next door. He heard his

wife's declaration of love and blushed with embarrassment. She had never been

like this with him. Even without seeing the two lovers together, he knew that

the man in question was in an entirely different class. He felt a mixture of

shame and awe. Even envy of Ginny, who could experience something that he could

only imagine.

Not long after returning to his sheet-boy stool in the hallway, Jason heard his

wife's voice and saw the door to the room she had been in open. Quickly he

looked down at the floor, making sure that he couldn't see even Ginny's feet,

much less her face. The last thing he wanted to do was invade the couple's

privacy by looking at them. He may have been new to this club, but he was

already nervous about breaking any of its rules.

His greatest hope at this moment was that Ginny and her partner would not notice

him in the shadows. He even stopped breathing and tried to imagine himself as

invisible. However, it was not to be.

"Jason? Is that you?" - came Ginny's voice.

"Uh... yes, ma'am," he muttered. He could hear the footsteps approaching him. He

lowered his head even more and tested his peripheral vision to make sure there

could be no claim that he was staring at the two lovers.

"This one belongs to you?" asked a deep male voice.

"Yes, he does, believe it or not. Don't you, Jason?"

"Yes, ma'am," confirmed Jason.

"Is everything going okay?"

"Yes, ma'am. Everything's fine."

"Good. Good," she said, smiling.

Fortunately for Jason, he could not see the smile on his wife's face. Nor could

he appreciate just how amazed she was that her hubby had so completely accepted

his role. The realization of his rapid conversion, voluntary or not, sent a wave

of warmth through her body. She leaned against her Black lover and rubbed her

hand on his taught ass. For reasons she could not herself quite comprehend, this

situation made her want to taunt him even more.

"You're going to clean up after us, right?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. I will," he responded with enthusiasm he didn't feel.

"Now do a good job, you hear?"

"Yes, ma'am, I promise."

"You'd better. Where are my manners? Say hello to Mike."

"Hello, Sir," said Jason.

"Is that all," teased Ginny.

"No, ma'am. I just wanted to say, Sir, that I'm pleased to take care of the room

you used, Sir."

"Good boy," responded Mike. "I think you're gonna work out just fine around


"Thank you, Sir."

Without a word Ginny and Mike walked away from the Ginny's humiliated husband.

For his part, Jason only felt a great sense of relief that he hadn't embarrassed

himself or Ginny and had played his assigned role properly. He didn't even want

to think about what could happen if he hadn't.

Later that evening, in their bed, Jason lay on his back holding Ginny's hand.

What he really wanted to do was make love to her. He knew, however, that that

probably wouldn't happen. Not after the night she had had. Still, he felt

somehow luck to be even this close to her. It was almost as if he were

participating in some way, although he knew full well that he was very much on

the outside looking in.

"Sweetie," said Ginny, "you were very good tonight. I was proud of you."

"Thank you, ma'am... damn!... I mean sweetie," said Jason, now embarrassed more

than ever.

"That's okay," said Ginny. "I know the hubbies have to be polite at the club out

of respect for the men, but it means even more when you show me that kind of

courtesy in the privacy of our home."

"Good," he said, not having any idea of what an appropriate response might be.

"I think Mike would be very pleased to know you addressed me as ma'am in our

bed. In a way, it's a sign of your respect for him, isn't it?"

"I guess so."

"I have to admit that it was a turn-on for me to stand there with him and watch

you trying your best not to look up at us. That must be hard."

"It is."

"Well, you were good. Sorry if I rubbed it in a little. It's just that I've

never experienced that kind of empowerment. It's heady stuff. And seeing you,

well, grovel before Mike got me all hot."

"I... uh..."

"No need to say anything. I understand. You shouldn't be embarrassed about it.

Besides, if you'd seen what he was doing to me in that room, you would have been

in total awe. I think you would have actually felt that deep respect for him

instead of just saying the words."


"Well what?" - said Ginny sharply, making Jason nervous once again.

"I mean... I... uh... I'm sorry sweetie. You're probably right."

"Now don't get tongue-tied around me."

"Yes, ma'am." This time Jason didn't even flinch at his words.

"I think you should be rewarded, don't you?"

"You mean, I can..."

"I mean I'm going to let you use that great tongue on my pussy again. Gently,

though. I could really use it. Come on!"

Jason, desperately horny, resigned himself to this limited role as he crawled

under the sheet and between his wife's legs. In this closed atmosphere her

sexual aroma was almost overwhelming. In the dark he sought her sex by using his

lips to kiss his way up the inside of her thigh. When his mouth reached her

pussy, it was sopping wet. He felt himself become even more aroused as his began

lapping her juices with the flat of his tongue.

"That's it, baby! Use that tongue. You know you want to."

She was right about that. He desperately wanted to have sex with his wife, even

if only in this way. As before, Jason was keenly aware of the fact that hours

earlier a stranger, a Black lover, had fucked the pussy that he was now licking,

his wife's pussy. Again, he was an outsider taking whatever scraps she tossed

his way. He had to prove that he wasn't jealous and petty and that he desired to

please her no matter what.

"That's it. Don't stop. I got fucked so good tonight, sweetie. He's so big.

Nobody's ever been that deep inside me before. It was heavenly. And you know

what? - I was begging for more. Really! I was begging him to do me harder and

deeper and to give me his cum."

Jason could almost see the scene in his imagination and found himself getting

even more aroused. Jason plunged his tongue deeper into Ginny's still-tender

pussy. Even straining to lick as deeply as possible he knew that he was still

half a foot short of the area that was never to be touched by him - only by

them, the Men.

Ginny began humping up against Jason's wet face with considerable force, holding

him in place with a firm grip on his hair. At this point she was merely using

his face to get off while thinking about the real thing that she had so recently

experienced. As her orgasm approached, Ginny felt herself taking nasty pleasure

in using her husband this way. After all, he and the other hubbies had talked

their wives into sharing their bodies under the guise of "swinging" for years.

So if Jason ended up with a little "beard burn," he still had nothing to

complain about. With that thought in mind she yanked his face tight against her

pussy and humped up hard against it.

"Mnnnfff" - came the muffled reaction from Jason, now in a little pain from the

hair-pulling and the rough treatment of his face. Still, he remained in place

and moved to lick his wife's clit just as she reached an orgasm.

When she released him from the head-lock of her thighs and let go of his hair,

Jason found himself panting for breath and trying to blink away the fluids in

his eyes.

"Honey," she said, "that was real nice. Thanks. Now you know what I want?"

"What," asked Jason, looking up at her from his still prone position between her


Ginny reached over to the bedside table and retrieved her panties. Jason,

getting up on his knees, immediately understood what was coming. Once again, he

was not to have sex with Ginny.

Ginny offered the panties to Jason and this time he accepted them without

complaint. And this time they were even wetter. He felt himself getting more


"You look like you're excited about this. Are you?"

"Well, I was hoping..."

"I know what you were hoping, sweetie, but not tonight. I couldn't take another

fucking, even with a small pecker. Understand?"

"I guess," said Jason, resigned.

"I'd like a little more enthusiasm," responded Ginny with a no-nonsense voice.

"Don't you want to do this for me?"

"Yes, ma'am!" he replied more enthusiastically than he felt.

"God I love it when you address me that way. Now do it."

"Yes, ma'am, thank you."

Jason held the panties to his face and began slowly stroking his painfully erect


"No. On the floor this time so I have a better view."

Without a word Jason crawled off the bed and knelt on the soft carpet. He held

the panties against his face again.

"Inhale deeply," prompted Ginny.

"Yes, ma'am," said Jason as he inhaled through his nose, filling his lungs with

pussy-scented air. By covering his entire face with the panties he was able to

keep from seeing his wife observe him. He knew she would be smiling at the site

and felt that by not seeing her he was somehow maintaining some degree of


"They're so wet because Mike kept rubbing my pussy while I was wearing them and

I was so turned on. While he was fingerfucking me, I was holding on to his huge

cock and completely out of control. Turn them inside out and taste the inside of

the crotch and you'll see what I mean."

Jason complied and placed the sopping wet crotch of the panties against his


"Lick it while you jerk off. Do it!"

Jason licked the panties while inhaling her aroma and stroking his cock slowly.

Her aroma was intoxicating. But he couldn't avoid imagining Mike's large hand

between Ginny's legs preparing her for his cock.

"Do you love it?" - she asked.

"Yes, ma'am. It's wonderful," responded Jason, getting close to an orgasm and

now sucking shamelessly on the panties to savor his wife's essence.

Ginny again took cruel delight in seeing her husband humiliate himself this way.

She began to realize that she could probably talk him into doing almost anything

she wanted. He was clearly beginning to accept his second-class status vis-à-vis

the Men from the club. It had happened faster than she expected.

"Okay, Jason, now I want you to finish. Jerk off into my panties!"

"Yes, ma'am." Jason found himself now willing to address his own wife in this

way. In a sense, he thought, it wasn't him, but Ginny who was making this

happen. He was just doing what she told him to do. And he was making her happy,

which was the main thing.

"Look at me while you do it!" - she commanded.

Jason forced himself to look Ginny in the eye while he stroked his hard pecker,

even though he found it especially embarrassing to see her smile while he

performed in this way. Soon he began to cum and his eyes rolled upwards.

"Keep your eyes on me, damn it!"

"Yes... ma'am..." he said as his sperm gushed into the panties. It was hard to

remain standing on his knees, but he forced himself. Finally it was done. At

this point he remained in place, unsure of what she expected. He kept his eyes

on her and looked questioningly to her for guidance.

"Good, honey. Now go wash them like before and hang them up to dry. My stocking,

also. I'm going to sleep.

"Okay," he said.


"Sorry... I mean, yes, ma'am."

"Better. Now go."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Chapter 3

The next day Ginny again met for drinks with her friend Sarah to fill her in on

the previous evening.

"That's great!" said Sarah. "He actually sucked on your panties while he jerked

himself off?"

"Yup," said Ginny. "And I didn't even tell him to do that. He just somehow did

it. And he's calling me 'ma'am' more and more often without my prompting him."

"Terrific. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to see him on his knees

jerking his pecker with your panties in his face. Great. Soon he'll be where my

hubby is."

"What do you mean?" - asked Ginny.

"Well," began Sarah, "promise this is for your ears only. For now at least."

"Okay, I promise. What are you up to with Bill?"

"I have him belted!"

Ginny looked with incomprehension at Sarah.

"Belted? What do you mean?"

"I mean," answered Sarah, "that I have him wearing a chastity belt."

"No! You're kidding!"

"Nope. I'm dead serious."

"I don't believe it," said Ginny, although she actually did believe it.

"Believe it. He's had it on this time for two weeks. He's going crazy."

"I can believe it! That's incredible. He's wearing a chastity belt voluntarily?"

"Well, not at first. I complained that he was masturbating too much and it

annoyed me. It meant he was less attentive to me than when he's horny, if you

know what I mean."

"I definitely know what you mean," said Ginny. "Jason has been going without

since we started going to the Club's parties. You can see how easy it is for me

to talk him into things when we get home."

"Exactly. Don't you love it?"

"You know, I really do. It turns me on to manipulate him that way. I never

thought it would be possible."

"Well, the chastity belt is just the same thing. The first time one of the Men

came to our house and fucked me in front of Bill, he was climbing the walls.

He'd never seen anything like that, never seen ME like that. I noticed that he

was sitting in the corner rubbing his pecker through his pants while I was

getting a real cock in bed.

"Anyway, later that night I complained about how he embarrassed me by playing

with himself while a "real man" was fucking me. He apologized like mad and was

really embarrassed. He didn't know that I already had the chastity belt in the

house. I acted real mad and asked him if he would do me a favor - namely, wear a

chastity belt just for twenty-four hours to see if he could do it."

"And he agreed?"

"Yes, but reluctantly. The main thing that bothered him was where I came up with

the idea, not to mention the belt itself."

"Where DID you get it?" - asked Ginny, warming up to the subject.

"Well," said Sarah, "it's a long story. The thing is, several of the hubbies

have been belted for a while. Now don't ask me which ones. It's private. The

only one who doesn't make a secret of it is our host for the parties. He's been

locked up for a year already."

"A year! You're kidding!!"

"Nope. Anyway, Bill finally agreed after lots of pussy-whipping on my part. The

thing is made of polished steel and keeps his pecker completely enclosed. He

can't touch himself at all. It's very uncomfortable."

"This is really incredible. Bill, of all people."

"Not so incredible. He's gotten very, uh, subordinate to me ever since we joined

the club. He's almost afraid of me and definitely kowtows to the men who fuck


Ginny took this in as the wheels began turning in her head. She tried to imagine

her Jason in a chastity belt, totally at her mercy.

"But that was just twenty-four hours, right?"

"Yes," replied Sarah, "the first time. It gets complicated, but the short

version is that by then I had him sucking my pussy clean after one of the Black

studs had fucked me silly and filled me with his delicious cum."

"Oh, no! He doesn't do that!"

"Yes, he does, indeed. The first time I made him do it I told him it would be a

sign of respect for the Man who did me. And very important to me as well. After

a few times doing "cleanup" for me and my lovers he began to get used to it.

Because I would praise him and even jerk him off when he did that."


"Anyway, one night after Jack - you haven't met him yet, but he has huge balls

and spurts enormous loads - after Jack had fucked me and left, Bill saw him out

and came back into the bedroom, practically licking his lips in anticipation of

pleasing me.

"I said I thought I would just keep Jack's cum in me while I went to sleep and

Bill didn't have to suck it out. He was SO disappointed. I finally relented and

said he could eat Jack's cum from me only if I could put him in the chastity

belt first. He agreed immediately."

"I can't believe," said Ginny, "that Bill has gotten so hot to eat a Black Man's

cum from you. It's so degrading for him, I would think."

"It definitely is. He's embarrassed about it, but so wants to please me and to

prove that he fully supports the Men that he couldn't ever compete with that he

has convinced himself that this is wonderful. That's not all, but I'll save the

rest for another time."

"So," prompted Ginny, "he agreed to be put in chastity again..."

"Right. That was two weeks ago. I haven't let him out yet. He is climbing the

walls! Right now he's so docile that if I say jump, he asks how high. He's my

prisoner and a very horny one at that. He begs me every night to take it off. I

keep the key hidden. And, of course, there is nowhere he can go to get it

removed. I love it! He looks at me with those pleading eyes just hoping I'll

make him do something so he can please me and persuade me to take it off. I'm

giving it another week. Then I'll order him to do something new and really

humiliating. If he complies, I'll take it off. For the time being. I think he's

at the point that he would never disobey me no matter what."

"I wonder if Jason will ever do cleanup for me?" - laughed Ginny.

"Absolutely. All the hubbies do it from what I hear. It's the ultimate surrender

and acknowledgment of their role vis-à-vis Real Men. Once he sees you with one

of those Black bulls and how you are with them in bed, he will begin to really

cater to you. He'll feel even more intimidated by the Men than he is now.

Eventually he'll commit to you and to them."

"God that makes me hot. It shouldn't, but it does. Which reminds me, the next

party is our third and I still have to get Jason to ask one of those guys to

sponsor us for membership. That should be interesting."

"That was such an erotic event for me I can't tell you. Once he does that, you

know, it means he's surrendering to to Black men as far as sex with you is

concerned. He's testifying, so to speak, that he accepts his status as a

Black-cuckolded hubby. There's no turning back."

"I can't wait for it to happen."

"My advice?" - continued Sarah, "Lead him to approach the man you want him to

for maximum effect, whatever that may be. Make him practice his speech, but

don't make it easy. Make sure he remembers to address him with respect, praise

him, beseech him, acknowledge him, beg him if he has to."

"I'm going to start laying the groundwork tonight. I wish he were already belted

so he would be more pliable, but I think I can handle it. All I have to do is

think about one of those gorgeous, hung, sexy Black men and then look at Jason

and it's enough to make me want to push his nose in it."


Two weeks later, on a Friday night before Jason and Ginny's last scheduled party

with the Circle group, Ginny suggested drinks on the patio after dinner. For the

occasion she decided to dress up in the outfit she planned to wear the next

evening. When she walked out to join Jason, who had already brought their drinks

to the patio, his reaction was all that she expected.

She was wearing a black dress cut low to display her breasts to maximum effect.

They seemed to be barely be contained by the fabric, ready to burst forth at the

slightest provocation. Moreover, the dress was the tightest and shortest he had

ever seen her wear. Her matching black steletto heels were high and dangerous

looking. There could be no question that this outfit was designed for easy

seduction. That the woman wearing it intended to get laid. Even though this was

obviously the point of the Circle, still the blatant slutishness of her outfit

almost took Jason's breath away. He felt himself getting hard immediately.

"What do you think?" asked Ginny, turning around slowly and then posing with her

hands on her hips.

"Jesus, Ginny," croaked Jason.

"You think the Men will like it?"

"You need to ask? You might as well wear a sign that says, 'Please fuck me!'"

"Ha-ha. Very funny. But I guess I've created the impression I had in mind. After

all, tomorrow's our last party as non-members. I want to make sure that we're

invited to join."

"Oh, right," said Jason. "I almost forgot. Well, you are definitely going to

make someone very happy. I just wish it were me. Mabye a little preview this


"Now, sweetie," said Ginny sympathetically, "you know how I feel about doing

anything so close to one of the parties."

"Just thought I'd give it the old college try. Who knows - I might have been


"Well, first you have to prove yourself - tomorrow night. Then we'll see."

Jason was aching with desire as he Ginny sat down and crossed her shapely legs.

The already short dress was stretched tightly over the very top of her legs.

Jason began to regret getting involved with the Circle. In earlier days - a

month and a half ago - she would have been his for his own personal enjoyment

this evening. Now, however, she was like some unattainable sex goddess that he

almost felt was beyond his reach. For the first time since he had met her in

college, he had to compete with others for her affection. But now he was barely

in the running. He was only slightly consoled by the fact that this unbelievably

hot and desirable woman was his own wife.

"So," continued Ginny, "may I assume that you are prepared to ask one of the men

to sponsor us for membership tomorrow?"

"Are you sure this is what you want?" - asked Jason, already knowing the answer.

"What do you think? You think I want to give this up after only a few weeks? You

think you can take care of me better? Well, do you?!"

Her taunting and aggressive tone, so new but so intimidating, had Jason

back-pedalling immediately. He didn't want her upset with him.

"No, no, honey, of course not. If it's what you want?"

"But do YOU want it for me as well?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, unconsciouly slipping into his most obsequious mode.

"Good. Maintain the thought. Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm just not sure which one of the... uh... men I should ask."

"Don't worry about that. I'll tell you who I want to sponsor us tomorrow

evening. I need to get to know a third one, and then after that I'll tell you

who to approach. Okay?"

"Okay," muttered Jason.


"Yes, ma'am, I understand."

"All right. But whoever I decide on, I expect you to do your duty. And do it

well. Sincerely. And, of course, respectfully."

"Don't worry," assured Jason, "I promise."

"You're up for it?" asked Ginny.

"I think so. Will you be with me when I do it?"

"Do I need to be?"

"Well, I just don't know how it's usually done is all."

"Well, usually the hubby is capable of expressing his desires and his wife's all

by himself. You just ask the man if he would support our membership and tell him

why you want us to be members of the group."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Can you? Okay, then tell me - why do you want us to become members of The


"Well, I, uh, let me see. It's because..."

"Damn! I thought you were ready?!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, really. I'm ready. Let me try again."

"Okay, let's have it."

"I want us to be members because we really like the people in The Circle and

especially the Men -- like yourself, I'll say."

"Go on."

"The Men in The Circle are really special and able to give you, my wife, the

kind of pleasure and happiness that only they can give you."

"Better," said Ginny. "Anything else? I hope so."

"Of course. I'll say something like, 'I have a tremendous amount of respect for

you and the other Men. I want only the best for my wife, Sir.'"


Jason was getting into the spirit of the situation he had found himself in.

Looking at Ginny he found it easy to believe that she had a right to expect more

than he could offer. He knew that he had better do well or be totally out of her


"For me it's an incredible honor to know that my wife, Ginny, has the

opportunity to have lovers like You and the other Men, Sir. I want that for her

and I fully accept my own limitations. Plus, I am flattered to be able to do

whatever is necessary to give you the chance to experience this incredible

woman. I promise never to interfere and to do everything in my power to support

you and the other Men, as well as my wife."

"Well, well," said Ginny approvingly, "maybe you've got it after all."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"I think you have the right tone, at least in theory. I just hope you will be

totally sincere and respectful when the time comes for you to beseach for real."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Jason.

"Are you ready to be a willingly Black-cuckolded hubby of the Circle?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do you acknowledge the superiority of the Black Men?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Will you show me the respect I deserve as a woman who is fucked by superior

Black Male?!!"

"Yes, ma'am! I do. I promise, ma'am!!"

"Good. Now get on your knees."

Jason didn't even think twice about lowering himself to his knees before his

wife. He was almost delirious with desire, not for sex with Ginny, which he

accepted as unlikely, but with desire to grovel before her, to go far beyond the

point of no return. Something had snapped in Jason. He had become, for the

moment at least, completely overwhelmed by the need to crawl before her and to

do anything she desired.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" - she asked.

"I would love to only if you want me to, ma'am. Anything you want!"

"That's the right answer. For now, however, I'd like you to kiss my new shoes.

The heels only. Do it!"

Jason immediately leaned forward and kissed the shiny black heel of each shoe.

"Now suck it!" she commanded.

Jason tilted his head so he could take the long, pointed heel of her proferred

shoe into his mouth. He sucked it gently.

"Do it better. I want to see some enthusiasm!"

Jason began sucking the heel loudly and with relish, almost gagging when it

touched his throat.

"Enough! Stop."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, pulling away.

"I only wish I had my camcorder with me just now. Oh well, another time. Now,

who do you respect?"

"You, ma'am!"

"Who else?"

"The Men of the Circle!"

"And whom will you treat with respect?"

"You, ma'am, and your Men."

"Good. Now I want you to continue practicing your little speech. Tomorrow is an

important night."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

Saturday night Jason was tending bar at the Circle party when he saw Ginny

heading toward the stairs arm-in-arm with the youngest Man in The Circle. This

was the one he had heard about - only nineteen, just out of high school,

energetic, handsome and apparently endowed in a way that demanded respect and


The thought of a kid that young enjoying his wife when even he, her husband,

hadn't been able to for several weeks was excruciatingly humiliating to Jason.

He was keenly aware of people observing Ginny and her about-to-be lover

together. Some of them even glanced over at Jason with a knowing smile.

Jason saw Ginny separating from her companion and heading toward the bar. As if

her being with the young man weren't embarrassing enough, now she was going to

collar him in front of everyone.

"Jason!" The voice of Marie, standing in front of him with an empty glass,

interrupted his thoughts.

"Yes, ma'am," said Jason.

"I thought I was going to have to wait all night," she added nastily.

"I'm very sorry ma'am. Would you like another champagne?" - asked Jason in his

most obsequious tone.

Ginny was taking her time getting to the bar, so Jason wanted to get Marie out

of the way as quickly as possible.

"I'm just glad my friend wasn't standing here with me. I don't think he would

have taken kindly to being ignored."

"I have half a mind to tell him, frankly," said Marie.

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am. I apologize sincerely. Let me give you a clean


By this time another couple were standing behind Marie witnessing her rebuke of

him. He quickly filled a flute of champagne and handed it to Marie with a

cocktail napkin.

"Again, I apoligize, ma'am."

"What are you apologizing for now?"

It was Ginny, now standing by the side of the bar.

"He ignored me and kept me standing here forever," responded Marie.

"Jason, you've really got to get on the ball. I want you to apologize right this


Although he had already apologized several times, Jason knew that to say so

would only upset and embarrass Ginny more than she was. And of all night - just

when he needed to make a good impression. He turned to Marie.

"Ma'am, please accept my apology for making you wait. I promise it will never

happen again. Never! Please forgive me."

"Oh, all right. But Ginny is right - you do need to be aware of where you are

and who you are. And who I am."

"Yes, ma'am, I understand. I promise to do better."

Without a word Marie turned and walked away from the bar. He turned to Ginny,

who attached the "BC" collar around his neck.

"You know where to go when you finish here," she said.

"Yes, ma'am." Ginny turned to return to her lover without a word. By now there

were three people in line and not happy having to wait. It would be a long


After he was replaced at the bar Jason was on "sheet boy" duty upstairs. Not

something he relished on this particular evening. He had already changed the

sheets in two rooms and had just sat down when a third door opened. Quickly he

turned his eyes downward toward the floor to assure the privacy of the couple

exiting. Then he became aware of footsteps approaching him. He lowered his head

even more so that there could be no question of his not looking at the man and


"Sheet boy?"

It was Ginny. She had never addressed him that way and it was especially

embarrassing in front of her lover.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Stand up."

Jason stood up quickly, being careful to keep his gaze strictly downward. He

couldn't imagine what this was about.

"This is Barnes with me."

"Hello, Sir," said Jason.

"Hello, Jason."

Even though Jason was fully aware of his status in the pecking order, it still

was hard to accept this nineteen-year-old young man addressing him by his first

name. Even if he had obviously just fucked his wife.

"You don't mind if I call you sheet boy, do you?" - asked Ginny nastily.

"No, ma'am, of course not."

"Good. It's time for you to take care of that little business we were talking

about last night. Since Barnes has to leave now, this seems like the perfect time

and place. While I can still feel him in me, if you know what I mean."

Oh no! - thought Jason. Not him.

"So, do you have something to say to Barnes?"

"Uh... yes, ma'am, I guess I do... uh"

"Well," interrupted Ginny, "I'll just leave you two alone to take care of

business. I'll see you downstairs, lover," said Ginny.

Jason could hear them embracing and kissing. Then she was gone.

"Well?" - prompted Barnes, his massive cock hard again after kissing Ginny and

feeling her hump against him.

"Sir, I'd like to talk to you about membership in the Circle."

"What about it?"

"Sir, I was wondering if you would consider sponsoring us for membership, sir."

"Why should I?" He wasn't making it easy. Of course, Jason couldn't see the

smirk on Barnes's face.

"Well, Sir, my wife, Ginny, has never been so happy or well taken care of as she

has been since she met the Men of the Circle. Sexually it's like she's finally a


"Uh-huh," said Barnes with a tone that suggested he was waiting for more and not

impressed yet.

"As for me, I want nothing more than my wife's happiness. And that means the

opportunity for her to spend time with you and the other Men..."

"You mean get fucked by us, right?"

"Yes, Sir, exactly. I know I'm not in your class and never will be. I respect

you enormously, Sir, and I promise you I know my place around here. I'm

flattered to even be talking with you."

"Well," said Barnes, sounding a little more persuaded, "you do seem to have the

right attitude. And my cock feels real nice in your wife's pussy and mouth. And

Lord knows, she can't get enough of it. Seems like she's been deprived for a

long time."

"Yes, Sir, she really has. That's why it's so important to me make it up to her

in any way I can. And helping her be available for you is about as good as it

gets, Sir."

"So you're all right with having us at your house to enjoy Ginny, taking her out

sometimes without you, and so on."

"Yes, Sir! I promise I'll do whatever you and she want just to make this happen,


"You're not going to be bugging her for sex are you?" - now he sounded almost


"No, Sir, absolutely not. It's all up to her. I promise not to bug her about it,


"Okay," said Barnes slowly, "get on your knees!"

Jason wasn't ready for this at all and didn't know what to do. He should have,

but his reactions weren't yet automatic where commands from a Black Man were


"I don't... on my knees?" - whimpered Jason.

"What - you don't understand English?"

"No, Sir, I understand, Sir. I... just... I mean here..."

"You just told me you respect me and acknowledge my superiority. Was that a


"No, no, Sir! I do, I do!" cried Jason.

"Then SHOW me! I want you on your knees right now. It's called paying hommage.

Or shall I tell Ginny you are insincere and disobedient."

"No, no, please, Sir" said Jason, dropping quickly to his knees. "I am sincere

and obedient. See? I'm on my knees. Please let me pay hommage to you, Sir.


"Are you going to hesitate the next time I ask you to do something?"

"No, Sir, I promise."

At that moment Jason heard another couple come out of one of the rooms. Now he

had two to clean and quickly. His embarrassment now took a back seat to the

business at hand.

"Kiss my shoes," said Barnes softly.

Jason shuddered at the knowledge that someone was observing his humiliation. But

this time he did not hesitate. He immediately lowered his face to one of Barnes's

shoes and kissed the toe."

"Do it like you mean it!" barked Barnes, getting into it.

Jason heard the other couple laughing in disbelief. He began kissing the shoe

seriously, using his tongue in the process. He moved to the other shoe and

repeated his oral worship. He made sure his kisses were audible. At this point

he had no self-esteme or pride to hold on to. The most he could hope for was to

please the young man standing above him. He was deeply grateful that Ginny was

not witnessing his self-debasement.

"Okay, enough!" - said Barnes.

"Thank you, Sir, for letting me pay hommage to you," squeaked Jason. He didn't

move from his position.

"One last thing - are you going to treat Ginny with the respect that any woman

of mine deserves?"

"Oh, yes, Sir. Absolutely, Sir! I would never disrespect your woman!" He meant

it, too, he realized.

"You'd better. You know she'll tell me everything, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You'll be a helpful hubby to her, right?"

"Oh yes, Sir. I promise, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"Okay, that's enough. We'll see. You'd better not disappoint me if you want

Ginny to get my cock inside her. Now go about your duties, sheet boy!"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

When Barnes walked away, Jason let out a huge sigh of relief. It had been much

harder than he had been led to believe, but he felt like he had passed the test.

He also knew that he had better do nothing that would give Ginny an excuse to

complain to Barnes or any of the others about him.

"Congratulations!" - said Marie

Marie and Ginny were having their usual after-work drink the following Tuesday

after Ginny and Jason had been informed that they had been voted into The Ring.

"Thanks. I'm so relieved."

"So Brucie did his part, huh?"

"Oh yeah," replied Ginny. "To perfection. Barnes told me all about it. He said he

even had Jason get on his knees and kiss his shoes."

"No! You're kidding."

"Nope. God, I would have given anything to see that. I asked Jason about it last

night and he confirmed it. He was so embarrassed. More because I knew than

because he did it."

"I can imagine."

"He tried to make it seem like not such a big deal, but really - on his knees

not a big deal? Give me a break."

"You know," said Marie, "our hubbies are much more intimidated by our new men

that I would have thought a few months ago."

"Absolutely. Jason was so relieved that he passed Barnes's little test that it

almost made up for the humiliation. Now that it's behind him he feels better.

He's getting into it."


"Uh-huh. I told him Barnes was coming to our place to party Friday night. Now

that we're members, we can do that. I think Jason is kind of excited. He wanted

me to find out what Barnes likes to drink so he can have it there. He wants to

take me out for some new lingerie."


"I think half of it, of course, is he's trying to please me in whatever way he

can. He's very attentive. He's coming home early on Friday to clean the place

up, get everything ready."

"Well," said Marie, "he is certainly in for an eye-opening experience. If he

isn't a believer yet, he sure will be after Friday night!"

Friday evening Jason was busy cleaning the house in preparation for the first

visit by one of the Men of the club. He was about to experience whatever it was

that made the other hubbies so enthusiastic and compliant. Ginny was out

shopping and had left Jason a long list of household chores to complete. He

couldn't wait to see what kind of outfit she selected. He almost wished he could

have helped her pick it out.

When she came home with two shopping bags, Jason was excited to see what she


"Will you model it for me?" - he asked.

"I guess I'll have to since I do have to be dressed before Barnes gets here."

"Right," said Jason.

"Now, sweetie," continued Ginny, "even though we'll be in our own home, don't

forget your manners."

"Of course not," replied Jason.

"You will address him as Sir?"

"Of course."

"And me?"


"Correct. Just keep in mind that I am Barnes's woman tonight and you should be

okay. Now finish your chores while I get dressed."

"Yes, ma'am," said Jason, getting into the spirit of the evening.

An hour later, just as Jason was putting away the dust mop and broom, Ginny came


"Wow!" said Jason, looking up at her on the landing.

Ginny was wearing a very short black mini-skirt with high stiletto heels.

"Barnes likes heels," said Marie.

Her top was a low-scooped sweater which displayed her breasts almost obscenely.

"You like?" - asked Ginny.

"You're so beautiful. Barnes will be pleased, that's for sure. Come on down."

"That sounded like a command to me."

"I'm sorry. Please, ma'am, come on down to the living room so I can admire you

up close."

"That's better," replied Ginny.

"So you think Barnes will approve?" - asked Ginny, turning slowly in front of

Jason, who felt himself getting hard.

"Absolutely, ma'am. He is one very lucky man. I'm so jealous!"

"Good! So you're happy for Barnes as well as for me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm glad he will have the opportunity to spend time with someone as

beautiful and desirable as you."

Ginny slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal the matching panties and garterbelt

she had bought for the evening. Jason stood hypnotized with his eyes riveted to

this most sexy woman he could imagine.

"Want a closer look?" - teased Ginny.

"Uh... yes, ma'am. I mean, if it's not..."

"On your knees!"

Jason didn't even think twice before lowering himself to his knees in front of

his wife, his gaze never leaving her panties.

"Lean closer, sweetie, and have a good look."

Jason leaned forward until his face was only inches away from her. The urge to

touch his lips to her was almost unbearable, but he knew better. Besides, if he

did and she told Barnes, well, he didn't want to think about that.

"Do you want to lower my panties and kiss me?" - asked Ginny.

"Really, ma'am?" asked Jason incredulously.

"What do you think? I'll leave it up to you."

Jason wasn't used to getting to make this kind of decision. He knew he had

better weigh it carefully.


"I... I want to but... that wouldn't be right. Barnes should be the first person

to see and touch you tonight, ma'am."

"Very good, Jason. But if you kiss the tips of my new shoes, I don't think he

would mind. Our little secret."

"Should I, ma'am?"

"Since I'm telling you to, I would say yes. As long as you polish them when you


Jason lowered his face down to floor level and planted a chaste kiss on the

shiny black pointed toe of one shoe.

"Is that it?" - asked a disappointed Ginny. "Is that the way you kissed Barnes's


"Uh... no, ma'am. He told me to... uh..."

"Quit muttering and show me how you kissed Barnes's shoes!"

Jason began kissing the shoe with full lips and using his tongue, passionately

and with enthusiasm.

"Ha-ha! I wish I'd been there to see that."

Jason blushed but moved to the other shoe and gave it the same treatment.

"I'd better get a cloth and polish them," he said, avoiding his wife's gaze. In

a moment he returned with a terry cloth and began buffing the shoes to a

good-as-new shine.

"This is going to be quite an evening, sweetie. Please don't do or say anything

to embarrass me."

"Don't worry, ma'am. I promise. Really!"

"One more thing?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Do I see a bulge in your crotch? Are you hard?"

"Uh, yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"Well," lectured Ginny,"I don't think Barnes would be happy seeing you lusting

after his woman. Do you?"

"No, ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Make sure you're not wearing boxers tonight. Put on your tightest jockeys.

Maybe two pairs."

"That's a good idea, ma'am. I'll do that."

"That should take care of your problem for tonight. We'll talk about other

approaches later. Go!"

Jason scurried away and upstairs to changes clothes.

"Don't touch yourself!" - Ginny yelled after him.

Damn! It was as if she read his mind. This was going to be a long evening.

Half an hour later Barnes arrived. Jason answered the door.

"Welcome, sir. I'm so glad you could come," said Jason obsequiously.

"Damn right I can come!" laughed Barnes. Jason looked down at the floor, no

knowing whether he should join in the laughter or not. "Where's my girl?"

"Let me tell her you're here, sir."

Jason went quickly upstairs to their bedroom, where Ginny was putting on final

touches to her makeup.

"Barnes is here, ma'am," he announced.

"Did you offer him a drink?" demanded Ginny.

"I will. Right now. He wanted me to tell you he was here."

Downstairs Jason took Barnes's drink order. He couln't helf feeling a little

embarrassed kowtowing before this nineteen-year-old young man who seemed to

expect him to jump to his every whim.

When Ginny joined them, Barnes stood up, gave her a long once-over and took her

in his arms for a long kiss. Jason couldn't help but stare. There his wife was

in the arms of a young Black Man, pressing against him, eyes closed, and clearly

accepting his tongue in her mouth. Suddenly Jason felt like a voyeuristic

third-wheel and looked away discreetly.

He realized that he was almost enjoying their kiss second-hand. He couldn't help

imagining himself in Barnes's place, kissing a married women in front of her

well-trained hubby. He hated himself for becoming aroused and thanked his stars

that he was wearing two very tight pairs of jockey shorts.

When they broke their kiss and sat down, Jason asked his wife what she would

like to drink and went to the kitchen to prepare it. When he returned with the

drink, they were sitting close. Barnes's large hand was resting on Ginny's

crossed and very exposed leg, carressing it gently. Jason made an effort not to

look at them as he placed her drink on the coffee table.

"Here you are, ma'am," he said softly, then retreating to the kitchen to get his

own drink. When he returned to the living room, the couple was kissing again.

But now Ginny's hand was between Barnes's legs and his hand had moved to her

breast. She moaned into the kiss.

Jason took a seat in a chair that Ginny had had him place in the farthest corner

across the room. He sipped his drink without peeking at the lovers.

"Jason, you have a nice house here," said Barnes.

"Thank you, sir."

"I hope to be a frequent guest."

"I hope so, sir. We would like that." Jason cringed at his own words. What must

this man think of him? What must his own wife think of him?

"Good. Right now, though, this little woman has me all charged up. Know what I


"Yes, sir!"

"So you know what's going to happen now, don't you, Jason?"

How does a man answer a question like that? - thought Jason.

"And Ginny says she wants you there in the bedroom while we enjoy each other.

You up for that?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," responded Jason.

"Sweetie," interjected Ginny, "why don't you go upstairs and turn back the

covers. You did put on the satin sheets, didn't you? The way I asked?"

"Yes, ma'am. I will. I did. I'll go do it now."

"Do that. And light the candles."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Also, take that little wooden footstool you use to polish your shoes and put it

in the corner across the room. You can sit there."

"Thank you, ma'am," replied Jason, arising from his chair and moving toward the


"And Jason?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Why don't you sit down on that stool and wait for us. You can take your drink

with you."

"Thank you, ma'am. And, sir."

Jason went upstairs, grateful to be out from under the scrutiny and

interrogation of the young Black man who had so easily won over his wife. How,

he marveled, could a guy less than a year out of high school end up with such

confidence and presence? Jason himself, he reflected, was still paying for women

at that age - and for several years after that.

After retrieving his shoeshine stool from the hallway closet, he entered his and

Ginny's bedroom and set it in the farthest corner away from their bed. Then he

lit the two candles he had set out on a table. It was when he began pulling back

the bed covers to reveal the sleek satin sheets where Ginny would soon be

entertaining their guest that he blushed with shame at what he was doing. He

knew in his heart that this was to be a night that could change his and Ginny's


He should, he thought, have put an end to it as soon as Barnes arrived. But Barnes

hadn't really given him a chance. And once he was face-to-face with the young

stud Jason couldn't somehow assert himself. It had been too easy to acquiesce

and say, "yes, sir." In fact, such manners had become so second-nature to him

since joining the Circle that it hadn't even occurred to him to rebel. The "Men"

of the club were intimidating for sure. And Ginny, of course, would have been

horrified if he had gone against her wishes.

He was already a cuckold, but now, tonight, he was going to watch himself being

cuckolded right in front of his eyes and not be able to do anything about it. He

comforted himself with the thought that he was not alone. After all, his friend

Jim had come to accept his new role. Perhaps he would, too. For now, however,

his concern was with not doing anything to upset Barnes or Ginny. He turned off

the ceiling light and sat down on the small, uncomfortable wooden stool in the

corner. For half an hour he sat there listening to the two of them talking and

laughing downstairs.

Then, he heard them coming upstairs. He looked down at the floor so as not to

invade their privacy, just as he had learned to do when working "sheets" at the

Club meetings.

"Jason," said Ginny.

"Yes, ma'am," he responded without looking up.

"You don't have to keep your eyes on the floor tonight. In fact, I don't want

you to. After all, this is what we have waited for."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, looking up while still trying to remain unobtrusive, if

not invisible.

Ginny had shed her outer garments and was standing in the center of the room

sipping from her champagne glass in bra, panties, garterbelt, stockings and

heels. Jason couldn't help the quick intake of breath at the sight of her.

Standing there facing him with one hand on her hip and her feet planted a

foot-and-a-half apart, she was the essence of pure sexuality. Jason found

himself experiencing an almost unbearable sense of desire. So close, yet no


Then Barnes walked into the room wearing only his slacks and socks, having shed

the shirt and shoes. He was muscular and with the broad shoulders and narrow

waist only possible at such a young age. When Ginny walked into his embrace and

turned her face up to receive Barnes's kiss, Jason experience envy and excitement

at the same time. The kiss was, again, passionate and deep, as Ginny moaned

softly and pushed her middle against her lover. Barnes's hand reached behind her

back and with a practiced motion unhooked her bra. Ginny leaned back to allow

the garment to be removed by Barnes, who tossed it toward Jason. By the time he

had leaned down to pick up the bra and looked back at the couple, Barnes's lips

had captured one of Ginny's rigid nipples.

Jason felt his penis tingle and begin to harden, which embarrassed him even

though only he was aware of this reaction. The cause, he figured, was that he

was imagining himself in Barnes's position - about to fuck a beautiful married

woman in front of her husband.

This train of thought was broken when he saw his wife of so many years lower

herself to her knees in front of Barnes. She leaned forward to plant a moist kiss

on his washboard abs while simultaneously fumbling with his belt buckle. Soon

the buckle was open, the zipper pulled down, and the pants on the floor. Barnes

stepped away and Ginny tossed the trousers at Jason.

"Hang them up, honey," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Jason, upset that his voice was not only too high, but

also cracked mid-sentence. He moved to the closet, hung the pants neatly, and

then returned to his bench. Even in the dim candle light Jason was stunned by

the size of the tent in front of Barnes's boxer shorts. It projected obscenely

outward what seemed like eight inches. Jason couldn't help but stare. When Ginny

pulled the undergarment down to the floor, Jason gasped, causing Ginny to smile

in his direction. Even in porn movies Jason had never seen anything so thick and

long and rigid as the Black cock now on display in front of Ginny's face.

Jason held his breath as Ginny took Barnes's cock in her hand and stroked it

gently. When she leaned forward and slowly licked the head with her tongue, he

gasped out loud, causing both Barnes and Ginny to look over at him and chuckle.

The scene was so erotic that Jason had become painfully erect and was squirming

in his seat.

When his wife finally took the head of Barnes's awesome cock in her mouth and

began swirling it with her tongue, Jason almost lost control. It was almost as

if he were watching a scene with total strangers rather than his own wife.

"Come on, baby," said Barnes, "I know you can do better than that."

Indeed she could. Reaching behind her man and placing both hands on his taught

ass cheeks, Ginny pressed forward until almost half of his rigid staff was

inside her mouth. Jason noted that her lips were stretched to the limit and her

eyes closed in concentration. It was obvious that, for Ginny, the cock in her

mouth was her entire world at that moment. She began bobbing her head, stroking

the young man's thick cock in and out of her mouth, moaning rhythmically.

Jason, squirming uncomfortably on the small stool to which he had been resigned,

resisted the impulse to touch himself.

"Do my balls," ordered Barnes.

Jason watched his wife reluctantly remove her lips from the powerful black cock

that she had been savoring. Now it was shiny with her saliva and looking even

more menacing than before. She leaned down and moved her lips to the swollen

ball visible to Jason and began gently licking it. Then she took it with

difficulty into her mouth and again moaned as she lips and tongue and cheeks

bathed the cum-filled ball. She repeated the process with his other ball.

"Anything else you'd like to lick?" asked Barnes, looking over at a puzzled


"Your ass?" - responded Ginny in a barely audible voice.

"That's right, babe," said the virile black stud, turning around.

Ginny placed her hands on both sides of Barnes's ass, pulled the cheeks apart,

and glanced over at Jason. Jason couldn't believe what he was seeing. He

couldn't imagine his wife being capable of performing such a "dirty" act. When

she smiled at him and licked her lips lasciviously, he realized he hadn't fully

appreciated the depth of Ginny's conversion to Black.

He watched, mesmerized, as his wife leaned forward and buried he face between

Barnes's ass cheeks. He saw her jaw muscles moving and heard the wet sounds that

confirmed what he could not actually see.

"That's it, babe. Deeper. Use that tongue!"

It was more than Jason could take and he felt his pecker squirting cum in his

pants without having even been touched. The release was ecstatic and his eyes

rolled back at the sensation. He felt like he had never cum so much in his life.

When the sensation of his orgasm passed, he became aware of the uncomfortable

wetness. Besides that, with the ebbing sexual excitement he had been

experiencing he now felt something else - embarrassment and humiliation. Ginny

was now licking and probing Barnes's asshole with greater fervor and Jason just

wanted to be someplace else. He knew, however, that he dare not make a move to


"Okay, that's enough," said Barnes. "Get yourself over to the bed."

Ginny scrambled to her feet and moved quickly to the bed, lay down and spread

her legs in wanton invitation to the recent high school graduate. Barnes moved to

the bed and began kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples, and caressing her

pussy with his fingers. Soon she was beside herself with desire, her hips

involuntarily humping against Barnes's hand

"Please, baby. Do me!"

"Do what?"

"Put it in me, sweetie. I can't wait any more. I need you!"

Barnes got in position between Ginny's widely splayed legs and moved his cock to

her very moist and opening pussy. She pushed up against him. Jason, seeing the

huge cock with the swollen bulbous head poised at the entry to his wife's

womanhood, found himself once again getting hard. He couldn't believe that she

would be able to take him inside her even though she obviously had the previous


Barnes pushed forward gently.

"Ohmygod! Oh, baby, it's so good. So big-g-g!"

Barnes pressed on until half of his staff was buried inside her. Jason was

embarrassed and uncomfortable and his pecker hardened in his cum-soaked

underwear. What had he become? - he asked himself.

Barnes now fully penetrated the desperately horny Ginny and began full-stroking

her slowly. Before long the bed was shaking and squeaking as they couple

established an faster and faster rhythm. Jason was shocked to find that his own

middle had begun to move in harmony with them, his pecker head squishing against

his jockey shorts. He desperately needed to touch himself, but found the will

not to.

Ginny was now crying out loud with every powerful stroke. Their sweaty bodies

slapped wetly against each other. Soon they were both on the verge of coming.

Ginny pulled Barnes tighter against her and moaned loudly as the bed springs

moaned with each movement. Jason thought the bed would surely collapse.

"Fuck me! I'm cum-m-m-ing!" - cried Ginny.

Jason had never seen or even imagined his wife so totally abandoned to pure

animal lust. She was clearly almost out of her mind with desire and pleasure and

need. The sounds she made as the orgasm overtook her almost frightened Jason.

This was sex like he had never even imagined. At that moment he realized with

perfect clarity that things would never be the same again. This realization was

accompanied by a feeling of being unworthy of playing role of primary partner

for his own wife. Barnes and the other Men of the club, he now admitted to

himself, were so superior to him that he was right to have groveled before


Barnes stiffened and froze in position with his entire cock buried inside Ginny

as he unloaded his cum-filled balls into her. She pulled him closer and

experienced a kind of ecstasy as she received his seed. They remained entangled

and silent for several minutes.

Jason observed them and felt small and insignificant. He felt like he was in the

presence of sexual greatness. He was on the outside peering in. His pecker

continued to strain against his sopping wet pants and he felt somehow honored to

be in the same room. He looked down at himself and saw the spreading wet stain

on the crotch of his slacks. Barnes, he now believed, deserved his respect. He

was a believer.

After a few moments Barnes separated from Ginny and made his way toward the

shower. Ginny looked over at Jason with half-open eyes.

"Come over here, Jason," she said.

Jason hesitated because of his obviously aroused state and embarrassment about

his wet pants. He hoped she wouldn't notice. He got up and moved toward the bed.

"Closer," she said.

When he was next to the bed, Ginny extended her arm and touched the crotch of

Jason's pants.

"Well," she said, "I guess I don't have to ask if you enjoyed the show."

Jason felt himself blushing with shame.

"Were you playing with yourself?"

"No," said Jason.

"You came just watching me and Barnes?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered softly, avoiding Ginny's gaze and looking at the


"I'll take that as a sign of your approval. So you were impressed?"

"I... I mean... I've never seen anything like it," admitted Jason.

"Like what?" - pursued Ginny. "Like Barnes's cock?"

"Well, that, too. I mean the whole thing was so... I mean I never saw you like

that, so totally out of control..."

"Well," said Ginny, smiling, "there's a good reason for that, wouldn't you say?"

Jason was uncomfortable discussing his feeling after what he had just observed.

He hadn't even sorted them out for himself. At that moment Barnes came out of the

shower with a towel around his waist.

"Sweetie," directed Ginny, "fetch Barnes's clothes for him. You're the official

valet tonight."

"Yes, ma'am," responded Jason, switching back into the required courtesy due

Ginny in the presence of her man. Jason kept his eyes on the floor as he walked

past Barnes to his stool where he had set the man's shorts. Without looking him

in the face, both out of shame and out of deference, Jason handed the garment to


He then walked to the closet where he had hung the pants of Ginny's date. He

removed them from the hanger and carried them draped over his arm to their

owner, who took them without comment.

"My shoes and socks are in your living room," prompted Barnes. Jason was grateful

for the chance to escape the gaze of his wife as he performed his humiliating

role of cuckolded hubby. He nonetheless move quickly to retrieve the powerful

teenager's footwear. After Barnes was dressed he walked over to Ginny and gave

her a deep kiss.

"Honey," she said, "please see Barnes to the door."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a little more enthusiasm than necessary.

Downstairs, at the front door, Barnes stood still making no attempt to leave

until Jason finally realized that he was waiting for the door to be opened for


"Thank you for coming over, Sir," said Jason, opening the door.

"Any time, my man. That girl has a sweet pussy and a great tongue. But I guess

you know that, don't you."

"Yes, sir," said Jason, his head hanging. He hoped he was assuming a properly

attitude for Ginny's sake.

Then Barnes was gone. Jason locked the door and returned to the bedroom where

Ginny was still lying in bed.

"Over here, sweetie," she said, patting the bed next to her. Jason walked over

and sat down next to her.

"You know," she said, "you don't necessarily have to address me as 'ma'am' when

I'm not with one of the Men. Not that I don't appreciate it, of course."

"I understand," replied Jason. "I wasn't sure. It seems like with you still

coming down from the experience of being with him... I mean, I didn't want you

to think I show you courtesies only when you are with a... date. It's getting

sort of automatic."

"Well, that's fine with me. It also shows your respect for Barnes, doesn't it?

"I do respect him. Very much. Especially now... "

"So, no surprises for you tonight other than seeing what a virile stud like

Barnes does to your poor horney wife?"

"No," said Jason, "I guess not. Well... maybe... when you, you know, used your

tongue... uh..."

"You mean when I tongued his asshole?"

"Yes, ma'am. I was kinda shocked. I mean..."

Ginny laughed at Jason's discomfort.

"You'd have to be a woman sucking on a gigantic hard cock to understand," she

explained. "I mean, I knew he would be inside me, fucking me in a few minutes. I

was so turned on. And when I sucked those balls into my mouth and licked them,

know they were full of his cum, god, I was just so hot."

Suddenly she reached over and put her hand on Jason's crotch again and laughed.

"Obviously it was very sexy to you as well," she said.

"I... I..."

"It's hard to explain, but I just HAD to give myself to him completely, no

matter what. I had to submit to him completely. I had to prove to him that I

loved him. I couldn't get my tongue up his asshole deep enough. I could have

stayed there forever. Understand?"

"I think, so, ma'am. I feel that way about you, after all?"

"Do you really?"

"Of course, ma'am. You know I'd do anything for you."

"You poor thing," she said gently. "You haven't had any sex lately, have you?

Other than jerking off into my panties."

Jason blushed inwardly at her blunt language.

"No, ma'am. But I understand. I mean, why should you when... you know..."

"Well, I think you need a treat. Not fucking, of course. I'm much too tender for

that. Besides, wouldn't that be a little disrespectful to Barnes?"

"Yes, of course, absolutely. You are his tonight. I would never try to... you


"I do know. But still... and since you said you would do anything for me...

maybe we can work something out."

Jason's heart skipped a beat and his pecker hardened even more against his wet


"Wouldn't you like to have a little sexy fun, please me, and demonstrate your

respect for Barnes at the same time?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Jason unsurely.

'Okay then," she said, opening her legs, "get over here." She pointed to the bed

between her legs.

Jason move on his knees between his wife's open thighs and leaned down to kiss a

breast. She stopped him with a firm hand against his forehead.

"Not like that, silly! Your face. Down here. Close."

"Now?" asked Jason, seeing where she was heading.

"No, next week. Of course now! Do it, dammit!"

Jason backed up on his knees and began to lower his face toward his wife's

gaping, sopping pussy. Then he hesitated.

"Unless, of course," she prompted him, "you don't mind facing the... uh...


"Repercussions?" Jason was puzzled by the word, but he knew a semi-disguised

threat when he heard it. He glanced up at Ginny's face. Her eyebrows were lifted

in expectation of a response.

"Of course," she said. "You can't expect to insult one of the Men of the club

without any consequences, now can you?"

"What do you mean - 'consequences?'"

"Jason, if there were ever a time for you to show me all courtesies, it is now."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am." Jason mentally kicked himself for talking to her

with such familiarity when she was still under the influence of Barnes's powerful


"Are you really, Jason?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I... I... didn't realize I was insulting him. You said

'consequences.' If I was-"

"Oh, stop babbling! All I'm saying is that you should think before you act - or

fail to act. By consequences, I mean punishment. Is that clear enough for you?"

Jason lowered his eyes and felt himself slightly shaking with confusion and


"Yes, ma'am. I just never heard anything about... punishment. Ma'am. I don't-"

"You should really have a talk with your dear friend, Jim."

"What about Jim?" - asked Jason, who was feeling more and more out of control.

So much was happening so fast that he couldn't grasp it all. And now this.

"Sweetie, keep you eyes focused on my pussy. Perhaps it will help you clarify

your thoughts. Now don't get all nervous. Take a deep breath!"

Jason did so and was overwhelmed by the aroma resulting from his wife and her

lover's sex.

"Good," said Ginny comfortingly. "Now, about Jim. As you know, he is very

devoted to the Club and fully supportive of Marie and her happiness."

"Yes, I know," said Jason. "I'm also supportive."

"We'll see, sweetie. I hope so. Anyway, back at the start of all this Jim wasn't

fully on board. He did and said some things to Marie that reflected less than

full support. Not to mention a definite lack of respect for her lover."

"That's terrible, ma'am," squeaked Jason ingratiatingly.

"Yes, it was. Marie talked to George about it."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes. Jim had to be corrected. That bad attitude had to be nipped in the bud.

At first Marie felt bad helping arrange for her own hubby's punishment. But that

passed. And the results were excellent."

"What happened to him, ma'am?" croaked Jason.

"You can talk to him about it yourself. Suffice it to say, he doesn't ever want

to be subjected to that again. I understand he was crying like a baby."

"Jeez," said Jason. He tried to absorb this new information while keeping his

eyes directed at Ginny's sex. He was suddenly feeling very vulnerable and very

much at Ginny's mercy. He had never had reason to fear her before, but now

things were different.

"I don't want to be punished," he said plaintively.

Ginny patted him reassuringly on the head. She experienced a rush of power at

having brought Jason to this point. She really didn't want him to experience the

repercussions that Jim had, but she also knew that she was not about to let

Jason backslide at this point.

"And I don't want you to be punished, sweetie. You should understand, though,

that it would be my decision alone. Please keep that in mind as we go forward. I

don't want you to have to experience what poor Jim did, but I won't hesitate to

order it if you deserve it. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

"After all," continued Ginny, "you are staring right at the solution. You can

show your support now... or after some persuasion. Why put yourself through

that. I'd be prouder of you if you could willingly show your complete respect

for Barnes right now. I will give you five seconds to make your decision. One...


Jason was terrified at the though of being subjected to some unknown kind of

punishment. Now he was out of time. He would avoid what Jim had gone through,

whatever it was. Why hadn't his so-called friend warned him about this? Ginny's

voice interrupted this train of thought.

"Time's up sweetie. Sorry."

"No! Please let me!!" cried Jason as he buried his face between his wife's legs.

The first sensation was one of wetness covering his face. Then his senses were

overwhelmed by the pungent odor of his wife's juices and her lover's abundant

cum. Finally, as he plunged his tongue deeply into Ginny's gaping pussy, it was

the taste that made his humiliation complete.

"That's it, sweetie," said Ginny as she pulled his head closer. "Surrender to

it. Surrender completely. Show me how you feel!"

Jason's eyes were stinging - whether from his own tears or from the wet swamp in

which he was wallowing, he did not know or care. He inhaled deeply and lapped at

Ginny's pussy with a worshipping tongue. He knew he had passed the point of no

return long ago. He could give himself fully to his new role or suffer unknown

consequences. He chose the latter.

"That's it, Jason," said Ginny encouragingly. "Lick up Barnes's cum. Savor it.

And think of that beautiful black cock of his and the pleasure it gave me. Do


Jason sucked the gooey cum into his mouth and, indeed, couldn't help but

remember the awesome power of the young man's enormous cock as it pounded in and

out of the the pussy he was now worshipping. His wife's pussy.

He tried to communicate what he was feeling through his tongue and lips. With

his nose pressed hard against Ginny's pubic bone, Jason felt her internal

muscles and force a continuous stream of cum into his wide open mouth.

"That's it," said Ginny, "show me who you are. Clean me! And make me cum!"

Jason struggled to maintain contact with Ginny's bucking body. He lapped deep

and tried to flick his tongue against her slippery and engorged clit. She was

approaching orgasm and Jason's abused face was paying the toll. He realized that

his own modest pecker was hard again.

"I'm cumming! Don't stop, pussyboy!" With that, Jason's wife went over the edge,

pulling his face against herself with incredible force, bucking and screaming

with a an intensity that frightened him.

Jason remained in position, not daring to budge until given the signal by Ginny.

It didn't take long for her to push him away with her foot. He lay there somehow

dreading having to look her in the face again. He didn't know what to say or

what to expect from her.

"Well, sweetie," she finally said, "did you love it?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Jason. "I really did."

"Don't you feel better now that you've shown me how you feel and committed

yourself to this new life of ours."

"Yes, ma'am." Incredibly, Jason realized, he actually meant it. The past was

gone forever and now he felt himself ready to accept and eventually, he hoped,

embrace this new role of his.

Ginny smiled to herself. She wondered how Jason would in fact deal with

everything that was to come. It was a lot for a hubby to accept. One way or

another, of course, he would fall in line and comply. She almost hoped he would

show a little resistance down the road, because nothing would please her more

than to use the unpleasant means of persuasion at her disposal to bring him into


Life was good. Very good.


The End

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