Owning The River Family Tom Pt 02

The following is a work of fiction and does not reflect real life, or real people. All characters are over 18+ at all points in the story. It is fantasy and should be taken as such. It features gay and straight sex, race play, BNWO, Black superiority, White inferiority content, these are in, implied, or referenced in almost every chapter so I'm not going to list those, however it also has many fetishes, some of them are as follows, spanking, cbt, ballbusting, sph, cuckolding, watersports, incest in other arcs, and others. All fetishes will be marked in the chapters they appeared for those who don't enjoy those as a heads up.

This story features both straight and gay sex. However it is from the POVs of the White males. And focuses more on the gay/bi-curious side, with the women being a smaller part of the story. This is just a heads up, that it is one big old box of bi-sex.

If you don't like something that happened in the story, either skip that section, ignore it, or don't read. Life is too short to read something that offends or upsets you. Spend it doing things you enjoy.

While the dynamic in the story is more or less leaning towards the healthy side. Please remember this is fiction. Just because something works in fiction doesn't mean it would in real life. Stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Your life has value and meaning, don't let anyone take that away. That said, enjoy and I hope this fictional work helps you get off.

The following chapter fetish warning includes:

Cuckolding

Owning the River Family - Tom - The Man of the House Part 2

The next night was another gym night, we didn't bring anything related to porn until both of us were naked in the shower. "Really funny about the porn. Almost all cuckold porn."

"You said you wanted porn with a White guy and a Black man. That's most of the time what it is." Darnell said with a shrug. "So what'd you think?"

"They were hot."

His eyebrow raised. "All?"

I paused and debated on if I should tell Darnell or not. "Yes. All of them. Even the last one." I gave him a look. "Stop laughing."

"I wasn't."

"I could see it on your face."

"Did you do the other thing I told you to do? Pretend you were the White guy in them?"

I decided to ignore him for a moment and just focus on lathering up. But as I thought about his question, the memories of the day before came back and my dick started to harden. "Yes."

He let out a quick chuckle. "Oh? I take it you didn't cum then." He said with a smirk like he already knew the answer looking at my cock.

"No... I didn't. Either day. I haven't cum since our first gym night, almost a whole week now."

"You could have just jacked off after watching." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I know."

"So, which one was your favorite?" Darnell asked after we almost finished showering.

I didn't want to answer that. I wasn't even sure of the answer myself. It was either the last one, or the one that got flipped on the White man and he'd given a blowjob and rimjob. Neither made me look good if I answered those.

Darnell started to chuckle. "Your silence tells me which one."

"Asshole." I grumbled. But now I was thinking of those porn scenes and I was hard once more. I hung my head down toward my harder head, it was honestly annoying me just a bit how easily I was getting hard to this.

I didn't feel like stuffing it into my briefs when it was raging, so I sat down on the bench and decided to start with my socks. My plan was to give it just a little time to calm down. "Now I have to worry about taking care of this."

"Because your wife doesn't want your dick."

I paused mid putting on my white athletic knee high sock and turned my head toward Darnell. And then I realized he hadn't started putting any of his clothes on, and sitting down on the bench might have been a bad idea, for I was eye level with his massive Black cock. It was inches in front of me. And seeing it up close, was filling me with strange thoughts and feelings. Pointing right at me like a sword coming straight for my masculinity.

I couldn't take my eyes off his cockhead. My mind was melting and I thought back to the rimming porn scene. How it had been a surprise to the White guy, but he seemed to accept it quickly, and I felt I could understand why. There was something mesmerizing about the massive Black pole in front of me. It was like my brain had been switched off and a little devil was whispering in my ear 'suck it.'

"Tom?"

Darnell's voice broke me from my trance and I tore my gaze off his cock and up to his face. "Sorry, I was a little surprised."

He smirked down at me and suddenly I felt small. I felt like a boy looking up at a man. "Anyway," I turned back to my socks and focused on getting dressed. "That's not it, Nancy just has a demanding job and suffers from chronic headaches. You are reading too much into it."

"Oh really? Want to make a bet?"

I glanced over at him with a side eye. "You're not fucking my wife."

He laughed and it made me turn red. "Wow Tom, that was a leap. So you've been thinking about that huh?" He teased me, causing me to get more embarrassed. "That's not what I was thinking of though."

I finished putting on my socks and then started to put on my briefs. "Oh, what is it then?"

"You'll see. I don't have it on me right now."

I badgered Darnell as we continued to get dressed, but he refused to elaborate. So I was left in the dark and waiting until our next gym session. In the two days meanwhile I continued to watch the porn Darnell had recommended to me.

But I couldn't hold back my anticipation for what Darnell was cooking up. It was a combination of excitement and nervousness. I didn't know if I truly wanted to continue along this path, but I couldn't resist the temptation.

I was distracted during our whole workout and just wanted to get it over with and head to the shower, just to find out what this bet was going to be about. "So?" I grumbled when Darnell had said nothing despite we were finished with our showers.

"Are you that horny and excited Tom?"

"Yes." I pointed to my hard on.

"You do know this isn't going to be getting you any action. Your White dick isn't getting touched. But if that wets your whistle, I'll show you."

Despite saying that Darnell still said nothing until we were finished and getting dressed. Once we both were fully dressed instead of just saying our goodbyes he reached into his gym bag and took out an unmarked cardboard box.

"What's that?"

"You said you think your wife just isn't interested in sex, and I say she just doesn't want your dick. Show this to your wife and then ask her if she wants to use it."

I opened the box and inside was a large Black dildo. It was at least 2 inches bigger than me, and 2 inches thicker than me. It was an impressive size. "Wow. The guy who has this dick is a lucky bastard."

"Thanks Tom."

"This is-"

"Yeah, I had a dildo made after me. So I guess it will be like I'm fucking your wife after all like you said."

I frowned at his joke. "So when she says she isn't up for it, I win?"

Darnell patted me on the shoulder. "Trust me Tom, she won't resist. Give her an opportunity and she'll be riding it before you know it. Well, unless you'd rather demonstrate for her." Darnell laughed as he left the locker room.

"That's not funny!" I yelled after him. But then my gaze went back down to the Black dildo. Darnell's dick was in my hands, so to speak. The memories of when it was inches from my face flooded my mind.

I took it out of the box and saw that there was even a suction on the end next to some very large Black balls. I had no doubt that the size of those balls were also based on Darnell. I sat it down on the bench, it stood erect despite not being suctioned to the bench.

I bent down on my knees to get a good look at it. My mind was telling me to stick my tongue out and just give it a lick. 'You wanted to lick the real thing just 2 days ago, now is your chance.' I shook off those thoughts before I actually committed to the act or heaven forbid someone else came in and stuffed the dildo in its box and into my gym bag.

I decided to go out and have a few drinks before I went home. Not enough to get me drunk, or such, but just something to kill some time. Nancy was already in bed, reading again, when I got home. Maybe I was cheating a little, as she was more likely to say no before bed like this. But I wasn't sure how I'd feel if I showed her the dildo and instantly she got excited was like 'Fuck me with it.'

"Hey, honey, long session at the gym today?" She asked upon seeing me entering the room.

"Something like that, also I've been bonding with Darnell and we got to talking a lot. The time kind of slipped away from me. Sorry dear."

She laughed a little. "Nothing wrong. I'm glad you are enjoying yourself. But I was getting worried, I was going to be sleeping alone tonight. What's wrong?" Nancy stopped, and eyed me, she noticed I was acting hesitantly and holding my gym bag. I normally put it in the closet by the front door.

"Well," I said, trying to come up with the words. "I was telling Darnell about our sex life, or lack of sex life. And he suggested that maybe it was because there wasn't anything to spice it up." It was hard coming up with an actual good reason why I was bringing home a dildo without explaining the whole thing.

"Oh?" I couldn't get a read on what Nancy was thinking or feeling. She seemed curious, but also disappointed, guilty maybe?

I set the gym bag down and took out the box and the dildo. "So he gave me this dildo. He thought it might add some variety. Like I could use this on you while also fondling your breasts or something." I watched Nancy carefully as I held it up. Her eyes didn't give anything away and she turned away quickly.

"Your dick is the only thing I need, I don't need a dildo honey." She said with a bored tone.

"Yeah, it was just a thought. I figured so. But, I couldn't exactly turn down Darnell's goodwill." A smile broke out on my face, she wasn't interested period. I had won the bet. But something in me said I needed to give it one more chance.

"I'm just going to put it away then." I said opening my underwear drawer. The drawer full of white briefs greeted me and then I put the box with the Black dildo in there with them. "I'm going to shower, I didn't at the gym, so I'm sure I reek."

"You better, take your time and get clean. I don't want to sleep next to a sweaty pig." Nancy said laughing. "I want to smell a clean, fresh, sexy one."

"Don't worry I will. Love you." I said before heading into the bathroom attached to our master bedroom.

I turned the hot water on and then just waited. I was giving Nancy a chance to use the dildo without me knowing about it. The minutes ticked by and still the only sound I heard was the shower running. Eventually I shook my head, this was silly, Nancy was not interested in sex, that was the answer. It seemed the only action my dick was going to get was my hand after all, though at least I won the bet.

Deciding to take the shower after all, I stripped out of my clothes and got into our walk-in shower. When we were newlyweds I liked to step into it behind Nancy and kiss her neck. I would use my hands to massage her breasts, as I grinded my dick against her ass.

Damn... now I'm hard again. I reached down and grabbed my hard White dick and stroked it. I'd take care of this quickly and then finish my shower.

"Ooooh, ahhhh."

At first I thought the moan I heard was my own. But, it took me seconds to realize that I was taking care of my business in silence, and that it was Nancy's voice, not mine. It had been forever since I'd heard that moaning blissful voice of hers. Was I imagining it from my memories of our showers together?

"Oooooh yeah..... Ooooh."

My eyes snapped open as I realized this wasn't a fantasy in my head, or my memories replaying things. This was happening at this very moment, just in the other room Nancy was moaning like when I'd fuck her.

There could only be one reason she'd be moaning. She had taken out that Black dildo and was fucking her pussy with it. 'Only need your dick' my ass.

There were so many feelings swirling in my head. I felt hurt because Nancy had lied to me, but also was so turned on listening to her moan. I loved this woman, so hearing her in utter bliss and in the passion of ecstasy filled me with happiness as well and turned me on. Sure I wished I was the cause, but I was fulfilled knowing she was losing herself.

I leaned forward against the wall of the shower using my arm to support myself while my other hand fisted my cock. I pumped as I listened to Nancy moaning. At first she had been quiet, and there was a chance she had been moaning before I first heard her, but she was getting progressively louder. She had at first wanted me not to hear, but she was getting lost in her world of passion and didn't realize how loud she was being.

My brain conjured up images of Nancy being fucked by another man in the room next to me. Surprisingly to me this didn't kill my erection, listening to Nancy moan was driving me wild and she was only using a toy.

I stroked and stroked until I came, shooting right onto the tile shower wall. I leaned against my arm for support as I spent most of my energy. I hadn't cum in days and just now was probably one of the most powerful shots I'd done in a while.

I huffed and huffed against the wall as my cock continued to shoot, as if spurred on by Nancy's moans to continue. "Fuck..." I said breathlessly as after the 5th shot it turned into dribbling.

I listened to Nancy still moan. "Damn... she really went for it. I must really be shit at fucking." I said with a derisive laugh. Turning off the shower, I called out to Nancy "Hey, dear are we out of towels I can't find any." I spoke loudly to make sure she heard me.

I wanted to give her warning that I would be returning, I wanted to see if she'd come clean on using the toy or if she'd keep it a secret from me. Nancy let out a panicked squeak and then I heard a lot of noise coming from the bedroom.

"Never mind I found them." I said, despite that I had already dried off with a towel and was just giving Nancy time, before returning. When I entered the room everything was the same as when I left it. Nancy was sitting in bed reading.

I went over to our dresser and opened up my underwear drawer and there was the Black dildo box, trying to pretend it hadn't been opened, or used.

"Did you enjoy your shower?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, I thought about how I used to shower with you." I said with a sly smirk as I decided to just sleep naked and made my way over to Nancy.

"Tom, not tonight." She said.

I kissed her cheek. "I know. You're tired. Very tired." I said the last words with a sultry tone, trying to hint to her that I knew, but she didn't seem to catch my meaning. It seemed that Nancy didn't want me to know she had played with the toy, and while I didn't know what that meant, at least for now I'd leave it alone.

So I was bad in bed. It was a strange feeling learning that, but I'd have to admit it now. Nancy would rather have a Black plastic sex toy in her than my White dick. I didn't know how that made me feel. Should I feel angry, hurt, or horny? Because I was all of those to some extent, and more.

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Over the next week every time I'd come home I'd check the spot in my underwear drawer where I had the dildo, each time putting a certain white brief I had marked with a black marker over top. It was to check if Nancy had used it when I was out of the house, and to my shock it was a daily thing. Who knew my Nancy was so sex starved, it made me horny each time I'd discovered she used it.

The first day when I got back home and learned that fact, my cock had gotten hard and it had only taken a little rubbing through my jeans and I was cumming in my briefs. The 2nd night I'd at least taken my belt off and shucked my jeans and briefs down before stroking and shooting my load onto our dark wood dresser. I panicked and quickly wiped it up with another clean pair of briefs. After that day I'd made sure to grab a clean pair to shoot into.

Now on day 7, I'd realized I needed a new plan, my brief drawer was getting slim fast and I didn't want to constantly be washing just my underwear, for if I left it as barren as it was getting, odds are Nancy wouldn't take the dildo out in fear of getting caught. I also didn't want to have to deal with any sticky clean up or get caught, because if so, Nancy also might stop.

Which led me to my current situation for my cum disposal, which were fitting words seeing as I was in front of the toilet in our master bathroom and would shoot my sperm into it. But as horny as I was, this wasn't enough. Just knowing that Nancy was using it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

I wanted to hear her moans. To hear her in absolute bliss. My dick started to stiffen again despite I'd just shot a load into the water.

Nancy was sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard. Her eyes glazed over from her desire and horniness. She wore a red silk nightgown that was barely on her. It was tied around her waist but opened up front, her large breasts partly spilling out like a treasure asking to be discovered.

In her hands was the Black dildo. She brought it to her lips and kissed it. She ran her tongue all over the dildo's massive head before bringing her tongue down and licking it all over getting it wet and slick.

Once that was done and the dildo was ready, she lowered it down to her pussy and slowly began inserting it.

Damn, my imagination was really off the charts today. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke matching the thrusts that Nancy was doing in my head.

I released my cock and headed back into the bedroom. I opened the drawer and pulled out the Black dildo. Damn, I had forgotten just how big it was. I'd only looked at it that first day.

I headed back into the bathroom and resumed trying to get lost in my fantasy. This time I didn't close my eyes and instead focused on the Black dildo. I stuck it with the suction cup to the sink cabinet. With it stuck on the cabinet next to me, both my hands were free and I could not only stroke myself again, but I used my free hand to stroke the Black dildo as if it was a real cock.

I closed my eyes and imagined that it was in fact a real cock. I was fluffing up this Black man's cock so he could fuck Nancy.

"Fuck." I cried out as I stroked.

"Tom?"

My world inside my imagination froze. Nancy was supposed to be off with the ladies at a church dinner and theater tonight. My eyes flew open and I turned and saw Nancy standing in the doorway.

I wondered what kind of thoughts were going through her mind. Here I was her husband on my knees with my jeans and briefs pulled down stroking both not only my own cock, but the Black dildo attached to the cabinet.

"What are you doing?"

I tried my best to recover and give her a smile. "Nancy, I thought you were out with the ladies?"

"It got canceled last minute."

"But you were gone when I got home?"

"Yeah, I put a note on the fridge. I went to get some chicken breasts for dinner. Since I wasn't going I thought I'd cook us a nice dinner and we could both just relax and have a romantic night."

"That sounds nice." I tried to have a normal conversation as if she had just found me sitting on the couch or something, but Nancy wasn't having it as she crossed her arms.

"So, mind explaining?" She said pointing at the dildo.

My eyes jumped between the dildo, to my cock I was still fisting and then to Nancy's eyes. "How about you first?" I decided that since I'd been caught I might as well go for it.

"Explain what?"

I gave her a flat look. I reached my hand over and grabbed the dildo and pulled back on it and then released it and watched it flop back and forth. Nancy's eyes watched as I did that over and over. "I don't know." I decided to be coy. "You tell me."