**i don't claim authorship of this story. It was originally posted on dark Wanderer by Cuck Hubby. Thought it was good
Saturday night Bruce was tending bar at the Circle party when he saw Linda 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 awe.
The thought of a k** that young enjoying his wife when even he, her husband, hadn’t been able to for several weeks was excruciatingly humiliating to Bruce. He was keenly aware of people observing Linda and her about-to-be lover together. Some of them even glanced over at Bruce with a knowing smile.
Bruce saw Linda 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.
“Bruce!” The voice of Marie, standing in front of him with an empty glass, interrupted his thoughts.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Bruce.
“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 Bruce in his most obsequious tone.
Linda was taking her time getting to the bar, so Bruce 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 glass.”
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 Linda, now standing by the side of the bar.
“He ignored me and kept me standing here forever,” responded Marie.
“Bruce, you’ve really got to get on the ball. I want you to apologize right this minute!”
Although he had already apologized several times, Bruce knew that to say so would only upset and embarrass Linda 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 Linda 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 Linda, who attached the “BC” collar around his neck.
“You know where to go when you finish here,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am.” Linda 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 night.
After he was replaced at the bar Bruce 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 woman.
It was Linda. She had never addressed him that way and it was especially embarrassing in front of her lover.
Bruce stood up quickly, being careful to keep his gaze strictly downward. He couldn’t imagine what this was about.
“This is Leroy with me.”
“Hello, Sir,” said Bruce.
Even though Bruce 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 Linda 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 Leroy 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 Bruce. Not him.
“So, do you have something to say to Leroy?”
“Uh…yes, ma’am, I guess I do…uh”
“Well,” interrupted Linda, “I’ll just leave you two alone to take care of business. I’ll see you downstairs, lover,” said Linda.
Bruce could hear them embracing and kissing. Then she was gone.
“Well?” – prompted Leroy, his massive cock hard again after kissing Linda 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, Bruce couldn’t see the smirk on Leroy’s face.
“Well, Sir, my wife, Linda, 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 woman.”
“Uh-huh,” said Leroy 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 Leroy, 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 Linda, 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, Sir.”
“You’re not going to be bugging her for sex are you?” – now he sounded almost threatening.
“No, Sir, absolutely not. It’s all up to her. I promise not to bug her about it, Sir.”
“Okay,” said Leroy slowly, “get on your knees!”
Bruce 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 concerned.
“I don’t…on my knees?” – whimpered Bruce.
“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 lie?”
“No, no, Sir! I do, I do!” cried Bruce.
“Then SHOW me! I want you on your knees right now. It’s called paying hommage. Or shall I tell Linda you are insincere and disobedient.”
“No, no, please, Sir” said Bruce, dropping quickly to his knees. “I am sincere and obedient. See? I’m on my knees. Please let me pay hommage to you, Sir. Please?”
“Are you going to hesitate the next time I ask you to do something?”
“No, Sir, I promise.”
At that moment Bruce 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 Leroy softly.
Bruce 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 Leroy’s shoes and kissed the toe.”
“Do it like you mean it!” barked Leroy, getting into it.
Bruce 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 Linda was not witnessing his self-debasement.
“Okay, enough!” – said Leroy.
“Thank you, Sir, for letting me pay hommage to you,” squeaked Bruce. He didn’t move from his position.
“One last thing – are you going to treat Linda 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?”
“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 Linda to get my cock inside her. Now go about your duties, sheet boy!”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
When Leroy walked away, Bruce 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 Linda an excuse to complain to Leroy or any of the others about him.
“Congratulations!” – said Marie
Marie and Linda were having their usual after-work drink the following Tuesday after Linda and Bruce 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 Linda. “To perfection. Leroy told me all about it. He said he even had Bruce get on his knees and kiss his shoes.”
“No! You’re k**ding.”
“Nope. God, I would have given anything to see that. I asked Bruce 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. Bruce was so relieved that he passed Leroy’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 Leroy was coming to our place to party Friday night. Now that we’re members, we can do that. I think Bruce is kind of excited. He wanted me to find out what Leroy 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 Bruce 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. Linda was out shopping and had left Bruce 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, Bruce was excited to see what she had.
“Will you model it for me?” – he asked.
“I guess I’ll have to since I do have to be dressed before Leroy gets here.”
“Right,” said Bruce.
“Now, sweetie,” continued Linda, “even though we’ll be in our own home, don’t forget your manners.”
“Of course not,” replied Bruce.
“You will address him as Sir?”
“Correct. Just keep in mind that I am Leroy’s woman tonight and you should be okay. Now finish your chores while I get dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Bruce, getting into the spirit of the evening.
An hour later, just as Bruce was putting away the dust mop and broom, Linda came downstairs.
“Wow!” said Bruce, looking up at her on the landing.
Linda was wearing a very short black mini-skirt with high stiletto heels.
“Leroy likes heels,” said Marie.
Her top was a low-scooped sweater which displayed her breasts almost obscenely.
“You like?” – asked Linda.
“You’re so beautiful. Leroy 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 Linda.
“So you think Leroy will approve?” – asked Linda, turning slowly in front of Bruce, who felt himself getting hard.
“Absolutely, ma’am. He is one very lucky man. I’m so jealous!”
“Good! So you’re happy for Leroy 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.”
Linda slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal the matching panties and garterbelt she had bought for the evening. Bruce stood hypnotized with his eyes riveted to this most sexy woman he could imagine.
“Want a closer look?” – teased Linda.
“Uh…yes, ma’am. I mean, if it’s not…”
“On your knees!”
Bruce 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.”
Bruce 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 Leroy, well, he didn’t want to think about that.
“Do you want to lower my panties and kiss me?” – asked Linda.
“Really, ma’am?” asked Bruce incredulously.
“What do you think? I’ll leave it up to you.”
Bruce 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. Leroy should be the first person to see and touch you tonight, ma’am.”
“Very good, Bruce. 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 finish.”
Bruce 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 Linda. “Is that the way you kissed Leroy’s shoes?”
“Uh..no, ma’am. He told me to…uh…”
“Quit muttering and show me how you kissed Leroy’s shoes!”
Bruce 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.”
Bruce 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?”
“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 Linda,”I don’t think Leroy 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!”
Bruce scurried away and upstairs to changes clothes.
“Don’t touch yourself!” – Linda yelled after him.
Damn! It was as if she read his mind. This was going to be a long evening.
Half an hour later Leroy arrived. Bruce answered the door.
“Welcome, sir. I’m so glad you could come,” said Bruce obsequiously.
“Damn right I can come!” laughed Leroy. Bruce 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.”
Bruce went quickly upstairs to their bedroom, where Linda was putting on final touches to her makeup.
“Leroy is here, ma’am,” he announced.
“Did you offer him a drink?” demanded Linda.
“I will. Right now. He wanted me to tell you he was here.”
Downstairs Bruce took Leroy’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 Linda joined them, Leroy stood up, gave her a long once-over and took her in his arms for a long kiss. Bruce 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 Bruce 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 Leroy’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, Bruce 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. Leroy’s large hand was resting on Linda’s crossed and very exposed leg, carressing it gently. Bruce 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 Linda’s hand was between Leroy’s legs and his hand had moved to her breast. She moaned into the kiss.
Bruce took a seat in a chair that Linda had had him place in the farthest corner across the room. He sipped his drink without peeking at the lovers.
“Bruce, you have a nice house here,” said Leroy.
“Thank you, sir.”
“I hope to be a frequent guest.”
“I hope so, sir. We would like that.” Bruce 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 mean?”
“So you know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, Bruce?”
How does a man answer a question like that? – thought Bruce.
“And Linda says she wants you there in the bedroom while we enjoy each other. You up for that?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” responded Bruce.
“Sweetie,” interjected Linda, “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.”
“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 Bruce, arising from his chair and moving toward the stairs.
“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.”
Bruce 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? Bruce 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 Linda’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 Linda 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 Linda’s life.
He should, he thought, have put an end to it as soon as Leroy arrived. But Leroy hadn’t really given him a chance. And once he was face-to-face with the young stud Bruce 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 Linda, 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 Leroy or Linda. 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.
“Bruce,” said Linda.
“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.
Linda 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. Bruce 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. Bruce found himself experiencing an almost unbearable sense of desire. So close, yet no unattainable.
Then Leroy 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 Linda walked into his embrace and turned her face up to receive Leroy’s kiss, Bruce experience envy and excitement at the same time. The kiss was, again, passionate and deep, as Linda moaned softly and pushed her middle against her lover. Leroy’s hand reached behind her back and with a practiced motion unhooked her bra. Linda leaned back to allow the garment to be removed by Leroy, who tossed it toward Bruce. By the time he had leaned down to pick up the bra and looked back at the couple, Leroy’s lips had captured one of Linda’s rigid nipples.
Bruce 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 Leroy’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 Leroy. 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. Leroy stepped away and Linda tossed the trousers at Bruce.
“Hang them up, honey,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Bruce, 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 Bruce was stunned by the size of the tent in front of Leroy’s boxer shorts. It projected obscenely outward what seemed like eight inches. Bruce couldn’t help but stare. When Linda pulled the undergarment down to the floor, Bruce gasped, causing Linda to smile in his direction. Even in porn movies Bruce had never seen anything so thick and long and rigid as the Black cock now on display in front of Linda’s face.
Bruce held his breath as Linda took Leroy’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 Leroy and Linda to look over at him and chuckle. The scene was so erotic that Bruce had become painfully erect and was squirming in his seat.
When his wife finally took the head of Leroy’s awesome cock in her mouth and began swirling it with her tongue, Bruce 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 Leroy, “I know you can do better than that.”
Indeed she could. Reaching behind her man and placing both hands on his taught ass cheeks, Linda pressed forward until almost half of his rigid staff was inside her mouth. Bruce noted that her lips were stretched to the limit and her eyes closed in concentration. It was obvious that, for Linda, 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.
Bruce, squirming uncomfortably on the small stool to which he had been resigned, resisted the impulse to touch himself.
“Do my balls,” ordered Leroy.
Bruce 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 Bruce 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 Leroy, looking over at a puzzled Bruce.
“Your ass?” – responded Linda in a barely audible voice.
“That’s right, babe,” said the virile black stud, turning around.
Linda placed her hands on both sides of Leroy’s ass, pulled the cheeks apart, and glanced over at Bruce. Bruce 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 Linda’s conversion to Black.
He watched, mesmerized, as his wife leaned forward and buried he face between Leroy’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 Bruce 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. Linda was now licking and probing Leroy’s asshole with greater fervor and Bruce just wanted to be someplace else. He knew, however, that he dare not make a move to leave.
“Okay, that’s enough,” said Leroy. “Get yourself over to the bed.”
Linda 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. Leroy 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 Leroy’s hand
“Please, baby. Do me!”
“Put it in me, sweetie. I can’t wait any more. I need you!”
Leroy got in position between Linda’s widely splayed legs and moved his cock to her very moist and opening pussy. She pushed up against him. Bruce, 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 week.
Leroy pushed forward gently.
“Ohmygod! Oh, baby, it’s so good. So big-g-g!”
Leroy pressed on until half of his staff was buried inside her. Bruce was embarrassed and uncomfortable and his pecker hardened in his cum-soaked underwear. What had he become? – he asked himself.
Leroy now fully penetrated the desperately horny Linda and began full-stroking her slowly. Before long the bed was shaking and squeaking as they couple established an faster and faster rhythm. Bruce 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.
Linda 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. Linda pulled Leroy tighter against her and moaned loudly as the bed springs moaned with each movement. Bruce thought the bed would surely collapse.
“Fuck me! I’m cum-m-m-ing!” – cried Linda.
Bruce had never seen or even imagined his wife so totally abandoned to pure a****l 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 Bruce. 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. Leroy 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 Leroy.
Leroy stiffened and froze in position with his entire cock buried inside Linda 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.
Bruce 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. Leroy, he now believed, deserved his respect. He was a believer.
After a few moments Leroy separated from Linda and made his way toward the shower. Linda looked over at Bruce with half-open eyes.
“Come over here, Bruce,” she said.
Bruce 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, Linda extended her arm and touched the crotch of Bruce’s pants.
“Well,” she said, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you enjoyed the show.”
Bruce felt himself blushing with shame.
“Were you playing with yourself?”
“No,” said Bruce.
“You came just watching me and Leroy?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered softly, avoiding Linda’s gaze and looking at the floor.
“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 Bruce.
“Like what?” – pursued Linda. “Like Leroy’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 Linda, smiling, “there’s a good reason for that, wouldn’t you say?”
Bruce was uncomfortable discussing his feeling after what he had just observed. He hadn’t even sorted them out for himself. At that moment Leroy came out of the shower with a towel around his waist.
“Sweetie,” directed Linda, “fetch Leroy’s clothes for him. You’re the official valet tonight.”
“Yes, ma’am,” responded Bruce, switching back into the required courtesy due Linda in the presence of her man. Bruce kept his eyes on the floor as he walked past Leroy 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, Bruce handed the garment to Leroy.
He then walked to the closet where he had hung the pants of Linda’s date. He removed them from the hanger and carried them d****d over his arm to their owner, who took them without comment.
“My shoes and socks are in your living room,” prompted Leroy. Bruce 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 Leroy was dressed he walked over to Linda and gave her a deep kiss.
“Honey,” she said, “please see Leroy to the door.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a little more enthusiasm than necessary.
Downstairs, at the front door, Leroy stood still making no attempt to leave until Bruce finally realized that he was waiting for the door to be opened for him.
“Thank you for coming over, Sir,” said Bruce, 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 Bruce, his head hanging. He hoped he was assuming a properly attitude for Linda’s sake.
Then Leroy was gone. Bruce locked the door and returned to the bedroom where Linda was still lying in bed.
“Over here, sweetie,” she said, patting the bed next to her. Bruce 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 Bruce. “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 Leroy, 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 Leroy does to your poor horney wife?”
“No,” said Bruce, “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…”
Linda laughed at Bruce’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 Bruce’s crotch again and laughed.
“Obviously it was very sexy to you as well,” she said.
“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.”
Bruce 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 Leroy?”
“Yes, of course, absolutely. You are his tonight. I would never try to…you know.”
“I do know. But still…and since you said you would do anything for me…maybe we can work something out.”
Bruce’s heart skipped a beat and his pecker hardened even more against his wet underwear.
“Wouldn’t you like to have a little sexy fun, please me, and demonstrate your respect for Leroy at the same time?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Bruce unsurely.
‘Okay then,” she said, opening her legs, “get over here.” She pointed to the bed between her legs.
Bruce 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 Bruce, seeing where she was heading.
“No, next week. Of course now! Do it, dammit!”
Bruce 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.”
“Repercussions?” Bruce was puzzled by the word, but he knew a semi-disguised threat when he heard it. He glanced up at Linda’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?’”
“Bruce, if there were ever a time for you to show me all courtesies, it is now.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am.” Bruce mentally kicked himself for talking to her with such familiarity when she was still under the influence of Leroy’s powerful sexing.
“Are you really, Bruce?” 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?”
Bruce lowered his eyes and felt himself slightly shaking with confusion and apprehension.
“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 Bruce, 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!”
Bruce did so and was overwhelmed by the aroma resulting from his wife and her lover’s sex.
“Good,” said Linda 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 Bruce. “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 Bruce ingratiatingly.
“Yes, it was. Marie talked to James about it.”
“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 Bruce.
“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 Bruce. He tried to absorb this new information while keeping his eyes directed at Linda’s sex. He was suddenly feeling very vulnerable and very much at Linda’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.
Linda patted him reassuringly on the head. She experienced a rush of power at having brought Bruce 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 Bruce 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 Linda, “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 Leroy right now. I will give you five seconds to make your decision. One…two...”
Bruce 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? Linda’s voice interrupted this train of thought.
“Time’s up sweetie. Sorry.”
“No! Please let me!!” cried Bruce 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 Linda’s gaping pussy, it was the taste that made his humiliation complete.
“That’s it, sweetie,” said Linda as she pulled his head closer. “Surrender to it. Surrender completely. Show me how you feel!”
Bruce’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 Linda’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, Bruce,” said Linda encouragingly. “Lick up Leroy’s cum. Savor it. And think of that beautiful black cock of his and the pleasure it gave me. Do it!”
Bruce 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 Linda’s pubic bone, Bruce felt her internal muscles and f***e a continuous stream of cum into his wide open mouth.
“That’s it,” said Linda, “show me who you are. Clean me! And make me cum!”
Bruce struggled to maintain contact with Linda’s bucking body. He lapped deep and tried to flick his tongue against her slippery and engorged clit. She was approaching orgasm and Bruce’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, Bruce’s wife went over the edge, pulling his face against herself with incredible f***e, bucking and screaming with a an intensity that frightened him.
Bruce remained in position, not daring to budge until given the signal by Linda. 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 Bruce. “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, Bruce 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.
Linda smiled to herself. She wondered how Bruce 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 line.
Life was good. Very good.
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