It had been 3 months since our trip to Jamaica and life had returned to a new sense of normalcy. Samantha had admitted on the flight home that she had real feelings for Marcus and since Svetlana had no issues with it she planned on keeping in touch with him. In the weeks and months that followed I watched my wife fall deeply in love with another man and his wife. They stayed in touch through text messages, phone calls and skype. Her face would light up whenever she got a message and their nightly Skypes were almost always must see tv events. Samantha would play with her pussy, use her collection of toys and on occasion she would let me lick her succulent sex while she Skyped with her black lover. I was in and out of chastity during that time and my orgasms were infrequent at best. I have given ownership of them to my wife and she had allowed them sparingly.
"I'm going to New York for the weekend," Samantha announced as she exited the bedroom after her Skype with Marcus. Her nipples were taut and her cheeks were flushed. The smell of sex followed her from the room and she smiled gleefully.
"You're glowing," I observed.
"I'm always happy after I talk to Daddy," she squealed. "And he invited me to spend the weekend with him. Svetlana will be there Friday but she has a thing in Miami that she leaves for early Saturday. Marcus said you could come too but I thought you would get bored just watching us fuck all weekend."
"That's fine," I replied dejectedly. "I would never get bored seeing that but I understand you want some time alone. All I ask is for some pictures, video and maybe a phone call while you're fucking." I had accepted that I was a cuckold. I got off more from watching my wife with her black boyfriend than by fucking her. It was an atypical dynamic but it worked for us. We were both happy and we rarely argued. Samantha had told me I could get a girlfriend, which came as a complete shock, but truth be told what we had satisfied me more than any other woman could have. I craved the rejection and humiliation that I got from her long distance relationship with Marcus. I loved watching her with him, and I loved watching her masturbate on Skype with him. I loved that my wife was my very own porn star. Our marriage was, to us, perfect. She was my best friend and the openness and honesty we shared was more satisfying than anything I'd felt in the past. We had no secrets and that was what drove me.
Two days later I gave Samantha a kiss at Penn Station in DC and she took the Amtrak Acela into New York City. We texted during her trip and she promised me a bunch of videos of her with Marcus. Her ability to balance my needs with hers continued to amaze me and her detailed text messages describing what she was feeling as she drew closer had me in a state of constant arousal.
"I'm so wet Baby my panties are already soaked," Samantha typed.
"You've needed this for a while."
"More than you can imagine," she replied.
"You're gonna want to fuck him on the way to their apartment."
"They are not very far from Grand Central so I won't have to wait long. We are pulling in shortly."
"Did you play with yourself on the train?"
"I edged, Daddy said I couldn't cum until I was with him," she answered quickly. The dynamic between them had evolved since our time in Jamaica. Marcus had become more dominant and Samantha had willingly become his submissive Baby Girl.
I had never quite understood the DD/lg lifestyle but I did a good deal of research to better understand as they delved into it and what they had and what I learned was intriguing. Marcus was a dominant man but he was nurturing rather than sadistic or overly domineering. His relationship with my wife was one where he had absolute control over her but it was filled with love and affection. He would, of course punish her if she was bad and I'd even helped out when he "deputized" me to spank her gorgeous ass on occasion. Samantha had always been mostly submissive though she identified as switch. She was certainly dominant over me, but with Marcus she was entirely subservient. She loved taking orders and obeying him but she could, at times be a brat. That usually happened as a means to get punished since she had grown to enjoy a firm spanking or some mild humiliation. She wasn't driven by a desire to be humiliated like I was but she did seem to enjoy it in small doses.
"I'm at Grand Central. I will send videos when I can."
"Okay, be safe and have fun," I replied. "I love you. " My hands were trembling with excitement as I responded and I realized I was almost as excited as she was for her weekend with her black lover.
"I love you too Baby, more than ever."
I felt like I was losing my mind while waiting for text messages from Samantha. I knew she was with Marcus and Svetlana and I had witnessed many of their previous trysts.
