** I don't claim authorship of this story. It was originally posted on dark Wanderer by Cuck Hubby. Thought it was good
Later that evening, in their bed, Bruce lay on his back holding Linda’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 Linda, “you were very good tonight. I was proud of you.”
“Thank you, ma’am….damn!…I mean sweetie,” said Bruce, now embarrassed more than ever.
“That’s okay,” said Linda. “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.”
“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.”
“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 Linda sharply, making Bruce 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 Bruce 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!”
Bruce, 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, Bruce 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.”
Bruce could almost see the scene in his imagination and found himself getting even more aroused. Bruce plunged his tongue deeper into Linda’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.
Linda began humping up against Bruce’s wet face with considerable f***e, 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, Linda 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 Bruce 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 Bruce, 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, Bruce 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 Bruce, looking up at her from his still prone position between her legs.
Linda reached over to the bedside table and retrieved her panties. Bruce, getting up on his knees, immediately understood what was coming. Once again, he was not to have sex with Linda.
Linda offered the panties to Bruce and this time he accepted them without complaint. And this time they were even wetter. He felt himself getting more aroused.
“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 Bruce, resigned.
“I’d like a little more enthusiasm,” responded Linda 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.”
Bruce held the panties to his face and began slowly stroking his painfully erect cock.”
“No. On the floor this time so I have a better view.”
Without a word Bruce crawled off the bed and knelt on the soft carpet. He held the panties against his face again.
“Inhale deeply,” prompted Linda.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Bruce 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 dignity.
“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.”
Bruce complied and placed the sopping wet crotch of the panties against his face.
“Lick it while you jerk off. Do it!”
Bruce 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 Linda’s legs preparing her for his cock.
“Do you love it?” – she asked.
“Yes, ma’am. It’s wonderful,” responded Bruce, getting close to an orgasm and now sucking shamelessly on the panties to savor his wife’s essence.
Linda 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, Bruce, now I want you to finish. Jerk off into my panties!”
“Yes, ma’am.” Bruce found himself now willing to address his own wife in this way. In a sense, he thought, it wasn’t him, but Linda 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.
Bruce f***ed himself to look Linda 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 f***ed 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 sl**p.
“Okay,” he said.
“Sorry…I mean, yes, ma’am.”
“Better. Now go.”
* * * * * * * *
The next day Linda 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 Linda. “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 Linda.
“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!”
Linda 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 k**ding!”
“Nope. I’m dead serious.”
“I don’t believe it,” said Linda, 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 Linda. “Bruce 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 Linda, 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 k**ding!!”
“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 me.”
Linda took this in as the wheels began turning in her head. She tried to imagine her Bruce 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 sl**p 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 Linda, “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 Linda, “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 Bruce will ever do cleanup for me?” – laughed Linda.
“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 Bruce 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 Bruce and it’s enough to make me want to push his nose in it.”
Two weeks later, on a Friday night before Bruce and Linda’s last scheduled party with the Circle group, Linda 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 Bruce, 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 Bruce’s breath away. He felt himself getting hard immediately.
“What do you think?” asked Linda, turning around slowly and then posing with her hands on her hips.
“Jesus, Linda,” croaked Bruce.
“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 Bruce. “I almost forgot. Well, you are definitely going to make someone very happy. I just wish it were me. Mabye a little preview this evening?”
“Now, sweetie,” said Linda 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 lucky!”
“Well, first you have to prove yourself – tomorrow night. Then we’ll see.”
Bruce was aching with desire as he Linda sat down and crossed her shapely legs. The already short dress was stretched tightly over the very top of her legs. Bruce 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 Linda, “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 Bruce, 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 Bruce 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 Bruce.
“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 Bruce, “I promise.”
“You’re up for it?” asked Linda.
“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 Circle.”
“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.”
“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 Linda. “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.’”
Bruce was getting into the spirit of the situation he had found himself in. Looking at Linda 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 life.
“For me it’s an incredible honor to know that my wife, Linda, 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 Linda 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 Bruce.
“Are you ready to be a willingly Black-cuckolded hubby of the Circle?”
“Do you acknowledge the superiority of the Black Men?”
“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.”
Bruce didn’t even think twice about lowering himself to his knees before his wife. He was almost delirious with desire, not for sex with Linda, 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 Bruce. 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!”
Bruce immediately leaned forward and kissed the shiny black heel of each shoe.
“Now suck it!” she commanded.
Bruce 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!”
Bruce began sucking the heel loudly and with relish, almost gagging when it touched his throat.
“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?”
“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.”
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