4:55p on the first Saturday of March, the lock turns and the large black male walks through the front door of the large house at the end of the street. The Uber pulled away soon after he exited the car on the quiet neighborhood street. "Queen? cuck? Are you here?" Rodger knows the answer but since neither seem to hear His arrival, he calls out to them. The buxom, long-haired blonde bounds from the bedroom and jumps into his arms. She wraps her arms around His neck, her long legs around His hips and kisses the full lips. Rodger's tongue pushes past her lips and tongues her deeply as His hands grope her tight ass. Just behind Queen, her mate walks quickly to follow her to Rodger. I am a 5'9", 165 pound male with beautiful blue eyes and recently sheared head - the hair no longer than a quarter inch of jet black.
Queen slides from Rodger's grasp and I warmly embrace Him, looking up and greeting "Sir". Rodger truly enjoys the company of this couple he has grown to know so well over the past 18 months, For a few moments upon arrival and before departure, He almost thinks of cuck as a male counterpart and not the cuck of this relationship. After the warm greeting, I prepare drinks for Sir and Queen. "Your whiskey or we have some fresh made iced tea?" The day had been busy with work and some travel, not to mention quite warm from the early Spring day. Rodger requests the iced tea, the implication being that Queen would as well. I wear a white cotton top and tight-fitting jeans with three-inch heels as I move to the kitchen to pour tall glasses for both. For the next 18 hours, I will serve and perform whatever duties requested by Sir.
Queen is 5'11" and a muscular 145 pounds of woman. Her natural 38d's the lone exception to an otherwise athlete's body. At his request, she has not cut her blonde mane since the relationship with Rodger began and so it now ends just above her panty line. She and I, cuck as she refers to me while Rodger is in our home, have been married 11 years. She adores me and all that I do for our lives - both at home and in running the largest company in town that affords us a bit of an extravagant lifestyle. And she adores me because of her relationship with Rodger and the complete care I take of them both.
The first Saturday of every month is when Rodger comes to visit and stays for 19 hours. He always arrives at 5p and departs promptly at Noon on Sunday. I return with two tall glasses of iced tea and some light snacks as an appetizer for Sir and Queen. They are sitting on the back porch overlooking the pool. Queen sitting on Sirs lap with her long legs dangling over His. Queen has removed her blouse and Sir has removed the tailored shirt. His hands are large as they grope her chest. I can hear them laughing even before I step outside.
I set down the tray on the table nearest their chair then stand just behind Sir with my hands behind my back. At some point Sir asks what is for dinner and if there is a set time. I inform Him that I will be grilling steaks with vegetables and will only need 20 minutes to prepare. I will await instructions to begin grilling. Sir returns to groping Queen's large tits and kissing her mouth while I watch. He then tells me to fetch the die for He is ready to begin the evening.
The wooden cube, four inches on a side with black dots to mimic a rolling die sets on our mantel under glass. I return with the die and show Sir. He takes the die and rolls it on the wooden deck. This determines how I will dress and pushes the direction of the night. We have done this since our third month together. A four is rolled and Sir looks to me. "Sir, cuck will wear a black tuxedo like a groom on his wedding night. With black heels in place of dress shoes, of course." Sir nods then asks for more iced tea saying how delicious it really is on the warm evening. I return with the glasses filled then Sir dismisses me to change my clothes.
White dress shirt with black bow tie. Black garter with black stockings, no panties. The black slacks are tailored to fit snugly against my body. The matching jacket is tailored to be slightly oversized to hang from my shoulders. Five-inch black open-toed heels that make my legs ache by the time Sir has left. My penis hangs inside the tight slacks. Even soft, the bulge is obvious as Sir desires. My penis will be six inches in length if Sir allows me to become erect.
When I return to the patio, Queen is on her back on the large wooden table with her legs spread open, knees bent and feet pressing the table top. Sir is between her legs, His shaved head glistening in the rays of afternoon light. His bearded face is pressed to her cunt. I stop at His side making sure He knows I'm there but not disturbing. I can see His tongue pressed between her meaty labia, her skin glistening from his spittle and her arousal. For twenty minutes, Sir laps at her cunt and teases her clitoris as Queen cums twice for him and I stand by His side sweating in my tuxedo.
Sir pushes from her cunt and tells her to stay put with only a finger. He turns to see me in the tuxedo, the perspiration dripping from my forehead in the afternoon heat. He motions for me to fetch His iced tea glass and when I return with it, He has unzipped the fly with semi-erect black cock poking out. I hand Him the glass then drop to my knees without a word being exchanged. I lick my lips then lean in and take His beautiful cock in my mouth. His head glistens with arousal from tonguing my wife, Queen. I push my lips around the cock and feel Him sliding over my tongue. Sir is thick and will grow to be nearly ten inches of ebony fuckmeat. I push Him in deeper then begin bobbing on his cock to fuck him with my tongue and lips. It may look like fellatio but my mouth is nothing more than a fleshlight.
Sir stands without passion, sipping the iced tea with droplets of the glass sweat landing on my nearly shaved head. Sucking on His cock, I know when Sir is hard and am not surprised when He slips from my mouth. I stand up and watch Sir remove His pants. I take them to place over the chair. He then climbs onto the table with his hard cock dripping my spit and His arousal. He motions for me to move beside my wife. She unzips the fly of the tuxedo pants and reaches in to grab my balls and squeeze them. My reaction is merely a soft moan, both pleasure and pain.
