Edgar's Next Owned Couple

WARNING: This is the next chapter of what promises to be a quite-depraved multi-chapter interracial cuckolding story--most likely with substantial gay or bisexual elements. If you don't like truly depraved interracial cuckolding stories, with gay sex and humiliation, to boot, then please just skip the story. Be kind and skip the story if you're going to dislike it, rather than leave a low rating. Thank you! You've been asked nicely!

NOTE: This won't make very much sense unless you read Chapter 1 first. With the writing style I've embraced this time, there just isn't much recap. Thanks for understanding!

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My sexy wife Sally and I had about a twenty minute drive up town to our Upper East Side coop apartment after our surprising dinner with Eden and Dan. As I expected they might, our friends had revealed their BBC cuckolding lifestyle--and even began to recruit Sally and myself as the next 'playthings' for their black alpha bull, Master Edgar.

I knew she was reluctant to admit it, but I could tell Sally was intrigued. For one thing, rather than exploding in a huff and walking off, she stayed at the table and remained engaged. And after a few minutes she relaxed a bit even.

She was stunned, for sure, when Eden laid out that we had a week to decide. We were invited over to her and Dan's place exactly a week later for Edgar to take us both black-- Sally much more fully than me, with all her holes, but I'd be expected to pay homage to Master Edgar's BBC orally as well. We were *both* expected to become his playthings--if we wanted to move forward at all.

Once I got the car started and into traffic, I tried to open the conversation gently. "So..." I ventured, with a pause.

"I'm not ready to talk, Harold. Please just drive us home quietly. I've got a lot to think about, Dear!"

"Sure thing, Boo." I responded. "I understand."

I drove us through the gentle late night traffic. It was a cool evening, and we had the windows closed to stay warm.

Sally got busy texting on her phone, as she often does while I'm driving.

I noticed something unusual after a few minutes. It didn't happen often any more, not with how long we were married! No.

I smelled my wife's arousal! Wow! I could smell Sally's vaginal secretions wafting around the car! "Oh, that settles it!" I thought to myself. "Sally is excited! Sally's turned on by this whole scene!"

I mulled for a few minutes and then decided to be a slight provocateur--I surmised it would help me learn more. "Hey, Honey?" I ventured.

"Uh, yeah, Boo?" Sally replied--perhaps expecting me to chat about some innocuous topic. "Good!" I thought. "It'll be good if this comment catches her off guard!"

"Not sure if you realize, Sweetie..." I said. "But I can smell your arousal."

"What?!?" my wife snapped back.

"Yeah," I said. "You know how I have a more sensitive sense of smell than you... But maybe you can smell it now, too? You're turned on, Sal!!"

My wife sniffed the air a couple of times. Then she touched a hand to her crotch.

"Yeah, Harold! You're right! I *am* turned on!! And I'm annoyed at you, too!" Sally sniped.

"Hunh?" I replied. "Annoyed?"

"Yeah... You have a lot of nerve letting me get ambushed like that at dinner. You should have known they were going to bring up their perverted fetish--since Dan had already told you about it! And you should have warned me beforehand!"

"Oh," I said. "I guess that's fair... I'm sorry, my love... you're right... I should have thought it out in advance and warned you... will you accept my apology?"

"Maybe tomorrow," Sally replied flatly. "I'm pretty steamed--even if I am turned on! You can sleep in the guestroom tonight. I have a lot to think about!"

"Uh... okay, Dear... I understand."

A short while later, as we got ready for bed, Sally gave me a rather chaste peck on the lips goodnight. I didn't say anything other than a quick "I love you," and she replied, "I love you, too, Harold... I'm sure things will be better tomorrow. Goodnight!"

On a hunch, I stayed up reading. The guest room was just across the hall from our bedroom. I also left the door ajar so I could listen to what Sally might get up to. I knew she had a dildo--one much bigger than my little dick--and a vibrator for entertaining herself when I would be traveling. The kids, Charlotte and Mikey, were sound asleep in a totally different area of our apartment, off the other side of the living room. (Yes, we're lucky and have quite a large apartment.)

Sure enough, after only a few minutes, I started to hear Sally making sex noises.

First, there was some rhythmic heavy breathing.

Next, some "oohs" and "ahs."

Then finally after a time, it all culminated in a loud cum: "Oooh.... Ooooh..... Ffffuuuuhhh..... Fffffuuuucccckkkkk.... YESSSS!!! YESSSS!!! YESSSSSS!!!"

It was one of the loudest cums I had heard my wife experience in as long as I could remember. Maybe since we were trying to get pregnant? (You know how that can be a big turn on, right?!)

I decided to stay up a little longer to see if that was the end of the show. Even though I was immensely turned on, I was somehow able to wait to play with myself in earnest--I restricted myself to just fondling my little dick through my pants. (It took a lot of willpower!)

Sure enough, that one big cum from my wife was NOT her last that evening!

The next time around, the "sound show" was quite similar, only it culminated in a bigger crescendo at the end: "Oooooh.... Yesss.... Fuck.... Yesss!! Ooooooooh..... Ffffuckkkkk.... Yesss!! FUCK!! YESSSS!! YESSSSSSSS!! FUCK!! YESSSS!! YESSSSSSS!! YESSS! YESSSS! YYYYYYEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

Honestly, I think that was my wife's noisiest cum ever.

It was all so sexy! Naturally, I finally had to rub one out myself.

I came explosively, too, but somehow managed to keep my volume down.

I visualized my sexy Sally getting fucked by Edgar and cumming her lungs out. Dang, that was hot!

Then, I tried to sleep, but I tossed and turned.

Finally, I decided I needed a second cum, too-- just like my wife had earlier!

After my second round of beating off, finally I slept peacefully.

My dreams, however, were vivid.

My dreams were energetic visions of interracial sex!

Some of the sequences starred my gorgeous Sally. Some of it starred our cute brunette friend Eden.

And then, greatly to my surprise, I also sucked on a BBC myself in my dreams...

That surprised me! Especially as "dreamland Harold" very much enjoyed sucking on BBC! "That's really interesting!" I said to myself when I awoke. "Who knew? I *do* have an interest in sucking cock, apparently! At least if it's BIG. BLACK. COCK--that is!"

I pondered it a little further because it was such a surprising first. "I guess I'm at least partly fag!" I thought to myself. "Wow! That's worth knowing!"

The next day, a Sunday, both Sally and I were tied up with the kids. I spent the day playing sports and board games with Mikey while Sally took Charlotte to a couple of birthday parties.

We had dinner as a family, helped the kids with their homework, and put them to bed. Then, Sally and I sat down with a glass of wine.

Sally spoke first. "I'm guessing you may have heard me last night, hunh, Harold?" she began.

That surprised me, but I was able to roll with it.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I did, dear!" I replied.

"That whole scene, all that talk-- it really turned me on!" my wife explained.

"Yes! I certainly could tell!"

"I never would have guessed something like that would turn me on so much!"

"Well... sometimes life is a journey of discovery, eh?" I posited.

"Apparently!!" Sally said, with a wry smile.

"So... What do you want to do about it?" I asked my beloved.

"I am pretty sure that I'd like to move forward," my wife said, plainly, as though we were just talking about taking a trip to the shore for the weekend.

"Forward..." I said. "Forward with Edgar on Saturday?"

"Yes, dear. Forward with Edgar on Saturday. I think I need this. I think if I don't try this, I'll always wonder. I am pretty sure that I would in the long run be regretful if we don't go for it."

"Hunh," I said, trying to be mysterious. "It really turns you on, then, does it?"

"Oh, very, very much so! More than I ever would have imagined!" Sally said and then added, "And I know it turns you on, too! It was obvious at dinner. It was obvious in the car! And it's obvious from looking at the tent in your pants from your little dicklet right now, too!"

My wife was completely correct of course. She easily read me. And my hard little five-incher in my pants right in front of her while we were discussing it was of course my clear "seal of approval."

"Do you want to see a picture of his cock?" my gorgeous wife asked, coyly.

"You have a picture?" I replied dumbfounded.

"Wouldn't offer it otherwise!" she quipped. "Eden texted me one, dummy!"

"Sure! Show me!" I responded eagerly.

What she showed me was stunning: A gorgeous, perfectly shaped, rock-hard-erect ebony phallus. A big black man's hand--presumably Sir Edgar's--held a coke can next to it. While the cock was "only" about half as wide as the can, it seemed about two-thirds again as long. It was truly immense.

"Wow! That is impressive!" I commented, trying to contain my enthusiasm and arousal. "That's going to fit inside you?"

"Eden says it will take some stretching, and that it will hurt at first-- but that also I'm guaranteed to love getting so completely filled and owned, starting with the very first fuck. She's quite confident."

"Has she seen Master Edgar in action with a lot of women?" I queried.

"Oh, yes!" Sally replied. "Besides getting fucked by him numerous times herself, Eden has seen him at orgies and gang bangs, and with all kinds of girlfriends--in person and on video... She's clear that he *never* fails to satisfy! She swears that I'm going to think I've died and gone to heaven... She says that there's a chance I may struggle to think about anything else *besides* his BBC once Master Edgar fucks me... And that we need to prepare for that risk!"

"Wow! That's really intense!" I observed. "Are we sure that this is what we want to do?"

"Well, I'm sure, Boo!" my wife retorted. "And so I've decided! And you want to keep me happy--and I can see from your developing wet spot that this turns you on, too! So you're going to come with and 'pay homage' as required... Aren't you, Harold?"

"It doesn't sound like you want to leave me any choice, Boo."

"Correct," my wife responded. "Time for you to suck your first big, black, cock. I have a feeling you're going to love it!"

"Very well then, my beloved! Very well!" I said. "I know better than to fight you when you've made your mind up... and so far that's worked well for us!"

"Good!" Sally said, "I'm so glad it's settled! Yay! This is going to be *great*! I can just tell!"

"I bet you're right, Boo! I bet you're right!" I joined in, before pivoting to a question. "So... What do we do between now and Saturday? We still have six days to go... We've decided way ahead of time!"

"Well," Sally responded, breathily, in a low whisper. "I know what we're not doing... We're not going to have any sex... Eden says it's hottest by far if I cut you off from sex right away... And rest all my holes for Saturday night with Master Edgar... Eden says it's hottest if I become a black-only slut... She says Master Edgar will try to get me to swear to be black-only on our very first night with him... and he wants me to be chaste with you this week as a warm-up!"

"Oh, wow, Boo! That's pretty extreme! But I have to admit, it's also a big, big turn-on that you might go black-only! I've read about that... And apparently a lot of white couples find that fulfilling, that it brings a better sex life than they ever would have imagined--for the cucky husband, too... Will there be any exceptions?"

"We'll just have to see about that, my cucky! We'll just have to see... For this week, I'm going to let you eat my pussy and ass and give you mercy handjobs--and those will be your exceptions... After this week, that will depend on our new Master!"

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