Anything Goes Pt 10

We weren't back in our room for long before we got a call on our room phone. Hannah answered it and I could tell from her responses that it was Terence.

After she hung up, she looked a little concerned.

"Babe, It was Terence. He thanked me for a good time and asked if I was interested in being with him again and continuing to explore what we started. I told him yes, but then he told me that first he wants to talk with you. Just you. He asked if you would meet him alone in the bar in about fifteen minutes."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Will you go?"

"I'm guessing it is important that I do?"

"He said that... he said that if you weren't up to talk with him that we couldn't do anything else."

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I found myself downstairs in the bar again. Suzy was back tonight but she had another bartender, a guy, back there with her tonight. I guess they were expecting a bigger crowd as it was Friday night.

I found him quickly and made my way over to him. He stood up and shook my hand as I approached, greeting me with a warm smile.

"So, John. I'm glad we have this opportunity to talk," Terence started in.

"Yeah, same here," I replied, not really meaning it but doing a pretty convincing job of pretending.

"Listen, I know it's got to be weird as hell to sit across from the table with a man who has fucked your wife. And let me stress that final part- YOUR wife. I get that this may have been a fantasy of yours, this all might even have been your idea. But reality is very different, am I right?"

"Yes," I responded. I didn't mean for it to be so terse, but It was hard to come up with anything else.

"First, right out of the gate: Thank you. Sincerely, thank you. I had a fantastic night with Hannah and you. I absolutely value the gifts the pair of you have given me. She gave her body, you gave acceptance and support. I know there is no way possible, no matter how slick I might be, that I would have been with her if it wasn't for your part. It may come as little shock to you, but you two are not the first married couple I have been involved with. I have experience."

This didn't surprise me. He had suggested so last night to Hannah and the way he took control coupled with the things he said to us last night underscored that experience.

"That being said, I want you to know that I want this to be an enjoyable experience for you as well. I find it takes away from the experience with the wife to talk out specifics. But with a husband, a man who's allowing me to access his wife for sex, I find it's helpful to not beat around the bushes. You might get off on a bit of the unknown. You know, a little of 'is he going to prove himself a better man and take my wife from me'. But that's not going to happen here. Hopefully it doesn't take away from your enjoyment, but I won't allow that to happen. That's disrespectful, you know? You giving me such a gift and me taking her away from you. She might get to a point where she wants me fully and not you. Wants to leave you for me. And that's the angst you might have. But I'm not going to do it. If I even have a hint that she wants that, I'm gone. We're done."

"Really?" I ask him.

"Absolutely, John. Trust me, I have been in a position with some wives where it was close. But I just bottom line don't want a wife. And listen, Hannah is amazing. She's definitely elite. One of, if not the very, best. I'm sure you think I say that to each one, but I can assure you I don't. And I'm sure that all of this is probably intermixed with some feelings of doubt, maybe even some concern that it wasn't the right thing to have tried. But she wants it, and you want her to have what she wants."

I felt like he was laying it on a little thick, but I did like his approach.

"So, what do you get out of this? You just dig seeing your wife get pleasure? A little compersion?"

"Compersion?" I asked

"Oh, yeah. Fancy word that just means you get off from your wife's happiness."

"Oh, then yeah, I guess."

"Sure, sure. It's a big motivator for a lot of cucks," Terence said, casually slipping in a word some may view as derogatory. He was judging my reaction. I wasn't giving him much of one.

"That word bother you, John? Are you a cuck? Or do you consider yourself a 'stag'?"

"What's the difference?"

I knew, but I didn't want to make this too easy on him and wanted to know his view.

"A cuck likes some degree of humiliation. A bit of a sub. A stag just likes to share. Maybe gets off on the power of getting his wife to cheat or sharing his superior quality wife. So, based on last night, definitely a cuck, right?"

"If you say so," I replied.

"Oh come on, John. Don't be that way. I'm not saying you're some sissy. It's just you definitely appeared to like the comparisons. I'm asking because I want to know how far I should push that and how far I should get Hannah to push it. The more you're into it, the longer I get to play."

"I get that."

"So, work with me here. Do the comparisons turn you on?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like it when your wife tells you I'm fucking her better than you?"

Fuck. That got me.

"Sure."

"Is there any part of you that wants me to replace you in your wife's sexual desires?"

Damn. Yeah, he gets it.

"Maybe."

Terence gives me a knowing look and just nods.

"Ok, ok. I get you. Listen, and this is key. If we continue on, there is a much better than average chance that your wife might be well and truly blacked. Do you get what I'm saying? I'm saying that if we continue to have sex, she will crave black cock and perhaps even outright bar any vaginal penetration by your inferior little white dick. I'm not saying this to be cruel, I'm just trying to make the point very clear. There is a high probability of this happening. This wouldn't be a reflection of her love for you. It might even be her love for you drives this. Women get a little crazy when they can't get any pleasure from the penis they're supposed to be loyal to. Once the itch is scratched, they know what it takes to scratch it again. They grieve a bit, but the solution is right there in front of them. It's just a matter of them, and their husband, accepting the reality."

I just took on what he was saying, nodding slightly.

"What I'm asking you, John, because I'd hate to be viewed by you as someone who messed up a good thing with your wife, is are you prepared if we take this further for that to happen? Now there may be some aspect of that which excites you, but if it goes the way I expect it might, that is going to be a long lasting impact."

"If that were to happen, I will have to live with it."

"Ok. Good. I just wanted to be upfront with that. OK, I have a few more quick questions. Seems like Hannah dug a bit of race play. Don't feel bad about that, I get it. Societal taboos and all that. She got parents who might be a bit shocked if she was with a black man?"

"Oh yeah."

"As I suspected. Man, our parents mess us up, don't they? But it's cool. I'm not going to lie, I get off fucking white women and especially like fucking a married one in front of her husband. So who am I to judge? Alright, I know we dealt with condoms last night. I'm just checking that wasn't a 'in the heat of the moment' thing and that you're both cool with not using them."

"No, it's fine. She's on the pill and we trust you."

"OK, great. But one other thing- what if? You know what I'm saying?"

"'What if her birth control fails?' Is that what you're asking?"

"Yes."

"It will be what it will be," I acknowledged simply.

"Ok... John, do you and/or Hannah have any desires for that to happen?"

"Do we want you to impregnate my wife? No, definitely not."

"Ok, I get that would be complicated. But let's separate fantasy from reality. I'm asking is there a vibe I'm feeling where the IDEA is a turn on."

"Yes."

"Is this more with Hannah than with you?"

"Yes."

"Is there something behind that?"

"It's her story to tell, not mine."

Terence just nods. Then he looks down at his phone and bangs out what I assume to be a text message.

"Alright. I just texted Hannah and told her to come down and gave her some...instructions. Are we good? Do you have any last questions from me?"

"No. I think we're good," I told him. I was a little distracted wondering when he had gotten my wife's phone number. Was this the first time they'd texted today?

"Great. And hey, I mean this: thank you, John. I will treat this gift with value that it reflects."

There is definitely a part of me that felt more at ease than prior to this talk. I felt a hint of concern about being glad-handed. Was he being too nice? Was he conning me? He's almost too slick. But it was just a very minor feeing.

Then Hannah walked in and it felt like the whole room held their breaths simultaneously.

She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her body well. Very thin straps held up the top which had a plunging neckline, showcasing her bosom. More than that, it dipped so low it was obvious that she had no bra on. You could see the inner sides of her breasts clearly. The bottom was short. So short that I had no doubt that if she bent over she'd be exposing herself. And I mean that literally- I saw no signs that she was wearing any underwear. I have never, in all our years together, ever seen her wearing anything close to this revealing.

She walked across the room and everyone stared. I certainly didn't recognize the dress, so it was either something she had brought with her for this vacation or bought when we stopped for some shopping earlier. I suspect the latter.

As she walked toward us, I prepared to stand to greet her when I heard Terence clear his throat. I looked his way and he gave me a simple shake of his head. It was enough to stop me, but I'm not sure why.

Then he got up, ever so casually, and as Hannah reached us she walked past me to him and gave him a gentle kiss. In front of everyone. People who had seen us together the past few days and breakfast and on the beach. They saw my wife kiss this man.

As they parted, I saw the flushed look on Hannah's face. She was obviously aroused by that simple, very public, kiss.

He helped her into the seat between the two of us, which he pulled to be closer to himself, and he sat back down himself.

"How was that?" he asked me pointedly.

I just smiled a forced smile. Of course it was hot as shit but I tried so hard not to give him too much pleasure from the domination aspect.

Not getting the rise out of me that he wanted, he turned his attention back to Hannah.

"That was wonderful, my dear. You stole the show. You've gotten everyone's attention and they can't take their eyes off of you. How does that make you feel?" Terence asked my wife.

"Excited. Emboldened.... Horny."

"No doubt. There is not a man, nor probably many of the women, present who wouldn't die to be with you tonight. But, as I've texted you, you are mine tonight. We've shown the whole bar that to be the case. You want to be owned though, don't you? You like that everyone here knows that you belong to a strong black man and not your husband tonight."

Through heavily lidded eyes she replied "Yes" in a way that carried with it all the weight regarding what wasn't being said. I believe it was at this point that all her warnings and his earlier warning all hit me. My wife was about to not be fully mine in a way beyond just simply having sex with another man. My stomach did somersaults at that thought. And my already hard dick throbbed.

Terence ordered drinks for the table without asking either of us what we wanted. He was in charge now. We had some light conversation about various topics: news, our jobs, etc. He was reveling in our potential discomfort for being on display. Hannah in her revealing clothes and the both of us for obviously being dominated by him. He must have known what this will do to our arousal. Me being exposed so publicly for being cuckolded; Hannah for being put on display so brazenly and the fact that it would be so obvious that she was to be his tonight.

And the night had only just begun.