This story is posted on the Literotica website—the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the third in a multi-chaptered interracial hotwife/cuckold story.
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Friday Morning
Cedric Brown parked his Porsche Panamera in his private parking space in the underground garage at Cuckolds Anonymous' building in downtown San Jose. Four years previously, Brown had converted the aging three story structure in an industrial section on the north edge of downtown. From the outside it was a nondescript building without signage or storefront access—this wasn't exactly the kind of business clients would want a neighbor or co-worker to see them entering or exiting.
All Cuckolds Anonymous clients parked in the underground parking garage that was accessed through a card key controlled security roll-up door. A single elevator provided access from the garage to the main level where most of the business functions took place.
Brown hurried up his own private stairwell with a pep in his step. Today was sure to be a good day—he would get his first look at Taylor Sims in the flesh (well not exactly in the
flesh
...that delectable vision would have to wait) but nonetheless he would get to put his eyeballs on her for the first time. And his decadent night was sure to end with him putting the content from his
other
balls all over the hot brunette Kacey Shaw.
Tanya Lewis was waiting for him with coffee in hand as he entered the Cuckolds Anonymous foyer. "How are you today?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"I'm fuckin' great!" He beamed.
"Why did I know you were going to say that?" She giggled, knowing how excited her boss always got when
meeting
a potential target couple for the first time.
Ced landed in his big leather desk chair while Tanya plopped down in the one on the other side. "Okay Tan, what does the schedule look like for the day?"
"Tim Shaw is coming in at 10:00 a.m. for what we already know will be his exit interview. And then at noon, Josh and Taylor Sims will be arriving for their initial introductory session. I was excited when Josh called me back so quickly following the circle meeting to confirm him and Taylor were taking us up on the alternative program offer."
"Not as excited as I was Miss Lewis!" Brown practically shouted.
"Yes, you've already made that quite clear!" She reminded him with a cute laugh. "Anyway, we may be cutting it a little tight with Tim's two hour window, but I'll make sure to wind things down in time for the Sims'. As for the rest of the day, I had Alicia confirm the limousine will be at your place at five for your date."
"Awesome, it's always fun to see the look on new couple's faces when they see the limo pull up."
"You gonna take them up to the city?"
"Yeah, if the plan ain't broke don't fix it. The past few times have gone off without a hitch and I can't imagine the Shaw's being any different!" Brown answered, unable to wipe the smug grin from his face.
Tanya laughed, "Something tells me you'll be right about that!" She joked before getting up and heading back to her office.
Tim Shaw arrived at 10:15 a.m. It didn't surprise Tanya he was late. She knew he, like others before him, wrestled with whether to come at all for these exit meetings. But they always did, knowing if they didn't they'd be forfeiting the remainder of their significant deposit. She grabbed her tablet and iPad and led him to one of the couches in her office. "Coffee?"
"Sorry I'm late and no thanks, I'm all coffee'd out! But I'd love a bottled water if you have one."
"Yeah, I know the feeling. I've been here since seven and I won't make it through our meeting without visiting the ladies room if I drink another drop of Joe." They both laughed as she retrieved a water from the mini-fridge. She texted Ced from her iPad and told him Tim Shaw had arrived.
"So Tim, you are obviously here by yourself, I hope everything is okay with Kacey?" Tanya asked, playing dumb to the fact that Tim Shaw was really here to acknowledge he and his hot wife would no longer be continuing on with Cuckolds Anonymous program.
"Oh yeah, she's fine...but she...uhhh...decided not to join me this morning. Tanya, I feel bad admitting this, but we have decided we aren't going to carry on with the program any longer."
"Oh Tim, I'm so sorry to hear that!" Brown had flipped the switch and now watched and listened through the two-way mirror as his clinical director did a splendid job of faking her surprise. "I hope nothing bad happened at your baseline outing."
"No not at all...as a matter of fact, quite the opposite!"
"Wait, I'm not sure I understand what you mean?"
"Well we uh...met someone that night and he ended up coming home with us."
"Oh my! I didn't expect to hear that Tim." Tanya lied convincingly. "Tell me about what happened."
"Yeah we didn't expect it either but...this is hard Tanya, both Kacey and I feel bad about you know...the program and all."
"Tim, these things happen...although not normally at the baseline outing," she giggled awkwardly, causing more embarrassment for the young husband. "But seriously Tim, I would rather it happen this way than nine weeks into the program. I hope you feel comfortable sharing how it went down. You might recall from the contract, for us to rebate your entire deposit, we hold the right to question details about your departure. The feedback helps us council future clients."
"Yeah...uh sure, I recall the contract terms. Well uh...where do I start? Kacey and I went to the bar that night still feeling great about our decision to enroll at Cuckolds Anonymous. When we arrived, the place had an awesome vibe as you said it would—we were both really excited to let our hair down, fully aware of what to expect after you prepped us about the place. On the way over, we joked about how interesting it would be to watch the reactions from men as they made failed passes at her—you know, as we had also discussed at our first session with you."
Tanya nodded. "Uh-huh."
"I don't mean to boast Tanya, but you wouldn't believe how good Kacey looked that night. Again as you recommended, she dressed really hot in a short dress showing off her butt and so much cleavage I almost didn't let her out of the house. I was tempted to carry her back into our bedroom and say
fuck-it
to the whole thing." Tim laughed.
From behind the mirror, a mental image of Kacey Shaw in the tiny dress her husband described flashed through Cedric Brown's head—he wondered what the hot little brunette had in store for him later tonight when he arrived in the limo. He rubbed his big cock, knowing full well what he had in store for her.
Tim Shaw continued, "Kacey did her hair just how I like it, and at my request, she wore more makeup than she usually does, especially around her eyes. Trust me, she actually looked kinda slutty, but I loved it!" He laughed. "Also at my urging, she wore these above-the-knee platform boots with 4" beefy heels that I absolutely love on her. They aren't great for dancing, but they are sexy as hell!"
Cedric Brown thumbed through his phone to several pictures he had taken of the young wife. Her husband wasn't shitting, Kacey Shaw looked smokin' hot in the outfit...but certainly not as good as she looked out of it later that night.
"I suppose your wife got lots of attention?" Tanya asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, you were right about what to expect Tanya, there was a line of guys at that bar whose clear intentions were to get inside Kacey's panties."
Tanya glanced subtly at the mirror. The men Tim referred to were out of work actors who Cuckolds Anonymous had hired to be at the bar that night—their job was to make moves on Kacey Shaw. Tanya told the Shaw's the same fictitious story she and Ced had used in the past—that this particular bar was well known as a place frequented by cuckold couples looking for sex partners. She warned them to be prepared for come-ons and how to respond—this was all part of the baseline setting protocol. She encouraged Kacey to dress provocatively, and to flirt and dance with some of the men so the Shaw's could report back their experiences, emotions and feelings to Tanya at their next meeting.
The Shaw's had no way of knowing that Ced and Tanya had used these same hand-chosen actors previously. Each was a good looking, fit man in their late twenties or thirties. But in spite of their attractive outward appearance, each was instructed to act out a predetermined cheeseball characteristic that would make it easy for Kacey to reject their advances. The hardest part for her was to keep from laughing at some of the pathetic pick-up lines and boastful comments.
Ced and Tanya's end-game was to make each of them look particularly bad while eventually making Cedric Brown's smooth approach come across like the second coming of Don Juan himself. It had worked like a charm before—knowing what they knew about the Shaw's predisposition for cuckoldry, they were confident it would in Kacey Shaw's seduction also.
Tim continued. "As you predicted Tanya, after Kacey danced and flirted with them, most got pissed when she rebuffed their advances. One even had the gall to ask us why we came to a cuck bar if we didn't want Kacey to get a taste of his big fat dick!"
"Oh my! How were you and Kacey feeling at that point?"
"We were certainly feeling better about our decision to join Cuckolds Anonymous. If all the men out there were like
these
losers, we were quickly realizing this lifestyle wasn't for us."
"What changed?"
"Well first of all, for whatever reason, Kacey seemed to be getting buzzed faster than either of us would've expected. I wouldn't typically consider my wife a lightweight, but after just a few drinks, she was already showing signs of being pretty drunk."
Tanya glanced subtly at the mirror again. The pick-up actors weren't the only ones supporting Cuckold Anonymous' devious little scheme. The bar owner, John Washington, was one of Ced's poker buddies. He too was a black man who along with his pretty wife Tina, enjoyed a little white couple swinging on occasion. Washington was happy to support his good friend's crafty ploy by putting his best bartender on the schedule whenever Ced requested. Nobody could make a strong drink taste more subtle than Lucas Johnson.
