Aurora Ch. 04
Authors Announcement: Firstly, I would like to state my thanks and gratitude to PixieHoff for all her help and guidance in the previous three chapters, and for her collaboration in writing this one. Her parts in this chapter should be easy to tell from my efforts. Thank you Pixie for your time and encouragement, it has been invaluable and inspiring to me. I wrote this story in a genre I did not realise was so devisive. Some of the comments I have received have been quite scathing in their attacks. Mostly anonymous readers boasting of their machismo and what they would do to Rora if it was them but too timid to give their names. Thank you for those, I found them quite amusing. This is the final chapter of my only foray into this genre, there will be no more writing from me about cuckolds and interracial sex. I wrote this story to try to show the anguish a man might feel when his own inadequacies led his wife to make him a cuckold. The mental struggles between his guilt and arousal that it caused, if I succeeded in getting that across, I will leave for others to judge. Anyway, read on dear reader. I hope you enjoy the ending of the tale.
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In the ensuing weeks I would go every Saturday with my wife Rora to the club, it became a ritual, she willingly submitted herself to any degradation Jake put on her. I would watch her fall deeper and deeper into the BBC culture. I had seen her taking two huge cocks into her pussy at the same time, getting spit roast by Jake's friends as he would give her over to them while he went to the bar for a drink. She would do anything that Jake required of her, he owned her now and although I became repulsed by what she was doing, there was still a part of me that loved her but that part was diminishing week by week.
I did though, look forward to going to the club because of Dee, each week we would both be on the stage watching. Both of us stark naked, kneeling next to each other with her hand around my hard cock, not stimulating me but more as if she was using my cock to judge the level of arousal I was feeling, as I watched the things that were happening down on the floor.
I watched Rora, frustrated and aroused while she tutted with disgust at her sissy boyfriend.
We began to form some sort of camaraderie, although she always kept the upper hand which my natural submissiveness made easy for me to accept. Sometimes when the mood took her she would walk down onto the floor and let herself get fucked by one of the bulls.
She often, went to play with Rora. They would kiss as they both presented themselves to be fucked. Touching and pleasing each other while they both took the black cocks that were using them. She would keep looking at me as she took them, unlike Rora who totally ignored me as soon as we walked into the place.
It was a way of Dee saying, 'I do what I want because I can' to me, but she would always return to the stage once she was done and take hold of my cock. She would smile and nod as I was always harder having watched her than I had been before she left me.
I began to feel a strong affection for her but I was always too shy to say anything to her about it.
Jake no longer felt the thrill of fucking Rora in front of me, my presence was no longer needed as she was no longer mine, or me hers. She was consumed by him and when he told her to leave me at home from now on, she told me coldly I would no longer be coming with her.
I missed my time with Dee more than anything.
One Saturday after Dawn had left for the club, around fifteen minutes after she left the doorbell rang. I suddenly hoped it was not Rora coming back because she had forgotten something, or just because her bull wanted to humiliate me more.
Then it hit me; I had Hoped it was not Rora. I'd never hoped that before, or even thought it. It was as though the constant eroding away of the "us" as a couple had reached a tipping point. I loved her. I told myself I did. But what did that mean to her, as she whored herself out to other black men at the behest of her bull? Words, just words. Suddenly I was tired of words. But what could I do? I was trapped. I could answer the door, I said to myself as whoever was there was still ringing it.
"Dee?" I said, surprised to see her there. "Rora and her bull are not here, if that is who you're after," I said, irritably.
"Good, because it was you that I am after."
I must have looked shocked, as she grinned at me.
"Yes, you, now get in and offer me a coffee."
"Yes, Miss," I laughed, making a joke of her manner.
"Good," she said.
I showed her to the sitting room while I went to make us some coffee, cutting her a slice of cake. I took them through to her.
"There, hope you like Victoria sponge?"
"I prefer Victoria Secrets," she laughed, taking the cake and coffee.
I suddenly felt comfortable in her presence. Although I'd seen her naked, I'd not seen her clothed or looking like this. Her petite form looked good in that light blue dress, and as she crossed her legs, I could not help seeing that she was wearing seamed stockings; I have always had a weakness for those.
Then, as though she read my mind, she said:
"How odd, Nige, we have seen each other naked, but not clothed. Bit odd that! Do you like my stockings?"
"That's forward of you," I joked.
"Not to a man whose cock I have already held, or to a man who has seen me naked and used."
"I guess we can pass over those formalities then," I laughed, noticing for the first time how beautifully her blonde hair framed her face; and what a beautiful face it was.
"Well," she said, clearly being a mind reader, "I suppose seeing me without my mouth full makes a change."
Men don't blush, but if they did, I would have.
"I think you look perfectly lovely the way you are now."
"I'm glad. Now," she said, catching my gaze and holding it, "what the fuck are you doing?"
Taken aback, I did a splendid imitation of a guppy opening and closing its mouth.
"What? What do you mean?"
You're a handsome man, still on your prime, with, and pardon my frankness, a nice cock, so what the fuck are you doing?"
