I stared at the phone on my desk dreading the call I knew I had to make. Earlier in the day, my secretary slipped me a note while I was on the phone telling me a guy named Mark was on line two. He didn't give a last name but I knew exactly who it was. Only one man would have the nerve to tell her, "Just tell him Mark. He'll take the call..." I hurried my conversation and grabbed the line. "Hello..."
"You kept me waiting," said the familiar voice on the other end of the phone. "Not happy about that." He continued, "I think it's time Dave and I met the little lady. Why don't you call her and invite us over for dinner this weekend."
My mind was scrambling for excuses and the first thing that popped out was, "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Since when have you been doing the thinking boy? It's a great idea. You call me before you leave the office and let me know what night. Get it done." The phone clicked and in just a moment a dial tone replaced the voice which sent shivers through my body. Why did he want to come over? For the last three months I had been carrying on two lives - that of a devoted husband and the other, a sex slave to a black master. Not to mention my deep relationship with another man...David.
I had convinced myself that Mark had no interest in my marriage and now that I served him without question, why would he reveal the things I did outside my marriage to my wife?
I knew my wife loved me but I also knew that knowledge of my homosexual activity would be the end of my marriage. Last year, a couple we had known for years split up after his wife found out he was screwing some chick at his office. "If I ever catch you cheating on me, I'll leave you without looking back," my wife had warned. I knew she was serious.
For three months I have been having sex with two men. What started out as curiosity had led me to fall in love with another man. Both David and I were slaves to Mark, a black man who reveled in his domination over us. However, Mark understood David and I shared a deep loving, relationship. While we both had a need to be submissives, we also enjoyed the warm passion we shared with each other.
I loved David very much but I didn't want to hurt Ann. I didn't want this affair, if that's what you called it, to end my marriage. I also knew I could not say no to Mark. He had humiliating videos of me doing just about everything imaginable. Sucking dicks, getting fucked up the ass, making love to David and on at least one occasion, me telling David how much I loved him.
Don't invite them over and Mark's sure to see Ann gets a first hand look at my secret life. I really had no choice.
Mark really enjoyed making both David and I squirm. Seeing our reactions when we were put in awkward situations. Several weeks ago, I arrived at Mark and David's apartment to find David alone preparing us dinner. He said Mark had gone out for the evening and he had made us his signature dish – lasagna. Dinner was superb and afterwards we both retired to the Jacuzzi bathtub with a bottle of Merlot. I enjoyed it when David took his foot and rubbed it along my shaft. He would take his big toe and trace circles around my nipples. We were both looking forward to a wonderful evening together when we heard a voice call out from the den.
Mark had returned home early with three friends in tow. He met us in the hallway as David and I hurried out of the bathroom, sopping wet, with towels haphazardly wrapped around our waists. "Come in and meet the guests," Mark invited "And leave those wet towels."
Mark walked back up the hall leaving David and I looking at each other, wondering just who and how many were in the next room. We dropped the towels onto the bathroom floor and padded into the den in our birthday suits. A pretty young blonde was tearing through Mark's collection of CD's and a black couple were making out on the couch. When we came into view, the attractive black lady stopped dead in her hot embrace with eyes as big as saucers. A slight gasp came from her mouth as the blonde turned around and with a very pronounced southern accent cried, "Damn! "They're ne-kkid!'"
The black lady found her voice, "Whoa Jack, I ain't pullin' no damn train. You can forget that shit."
"Slow down princess," Mark said. "These boys aren't interested in that sweet black pussy of yours. They're into each other sweet cakes, so relax."
"You live with a couple of faggots?" she questioned with a puzzled look on her face.
