Love And Loyalty

SERENA STEELE MONROE

A Tangled BNWO Triangle

She holds the key to his heart and another thing, too!

LOVE and LOYALTY

© Copyright 2025 by Serena Steele Monroe

NOTE:

This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously--any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Love and Loyalty

in a

Tangled BNWO Triangle

Present Day

I'm Randy. I own my house, my business, a big dog that pisses wherever he wants. But my wife, McKenzie, belongs to a man named D'Andre, a man she calls her bull and master. I'm hers, too, though, for the moment, at least. At this moment, she gives me the come here eyes that make me drip in my shorts. She has that look about her, the one that says to me I'll soon taste again her before D'Andre takes his property. I give a little chuckle, understanding how great I have it.

This morning, I make her cum and only use my tongue. Remembering proper form, I ask permission as her unworthy white husband.

"Can I give it to you, babe?" I ask.

She pretends she must think it over.

"Perhaps a little, but I don't want to be sore for D'Andre" she says.

But a little turns into a lot. I lose track of how many times she grabs me by the hair and I never want it to end.

"McKenzie," I say.

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

It tastes yummy and lasts forever for me but is probably 30 minutes. A super warm-up for this weekend, when he takes over and takes her. I can't wait to watch.

After she has me hard like a pipe, she dresses. Teasing me. When she's in one of her moods, McKenzie will put on one thing after another and ask me how she looks for him. She loves it when I tell her what he'll want to take off her. "How's this make my ass look?" she says. I can hardly stand it.

"Just don't put on anything," I say.

She wiggles that ass out of some pants, then gives me a kiss like a promise that I'm not keeping her.

"Papi would like to unwrap his little gift," she says, "don't want to spoil the surprise."

That shock is that McKenzie goes further for me than she needs to. She lets me do more than I ever thought I could, given the arrangement.

"Fuck, I'm lucky," I say, pulling her into the bedroom, loving this new outfit she tries on for her bull.

"You sure are, for a little white boy," McKenzie says, and lets me think I might have more than I usually do. She pushes me down, pulls out my dick, breathes on it.

"Let me put it in," I beg.

McKenzie laughs and puts it away.

"Just got a text, gotta run!"

Emotions were thick, I love that she makes time for me at all, given how much D'Andre takes from her, from us. Last week, I touched her in a way I haven't in forever. Before that, we dry humped like a couple of teenagers. This weekend is looking pretty damn terrific already.

"Randy, I want you alert and respectful for Papi. D'Andre's the one doing the fucking. But he's not the only one gettin' some."

It's a trip the way McKenzie teases me. And I love it. Love how much I can tell she wants him, and love what that does to me. But the,

he's the only one getting some

, scares hell of me. I've dreaded the day when I also become his for months.

While we do this, I Love the way she sighs for me. Especially love the way she whimpers for him, thinking I don't understand it, or possibly recognizing I do. Love the weeks where I cum more than he does. And love that I still cum yet when she gives me nothing at all. Love McKenzie, significantly she isn't mine. Understanding she belongs to him and perchance, somehow, to me.

Nights like last night, when she comes back after a session with him, are the best of my life. Being polite I ask, how was it?

"Look at me," she says. "How do you think?"

Trying to control my yearnings, I watch her strip down and swell like an overfilled water balloon, not just from her but from him, too. Unexpectedly She puts my hand on her thigh and leaves it there, allows me grope her like that for half the night.

Sometimes she does that much before she visits him. She lets me know how lucky I am to enjoy any of this, how much I would miss if I ever said this isn't what I want.

"Don't forget what I told you at the start, it's Black New World Order. The thing is, you're on board or you're off. Where you at, little man?" McKenzie says.

"With you, babe. Wherever you are." Which is the same answer I give her every time.

A few days ago, I fucked her best I can and as hard and with as much passion and gusto as possible, for me. More than I hoped for. I blurted out...

"Shit, I love fucking you."

McKenzie off me, just as I am about to bust, she moves to the floor and sits grabs her phone.

"Stop calling it fucking. Call it what it is, charity."

Aft her outburst, I finish myself with two tugs before she manages to call D'Andre, so that's another win.

"Hey Papi, how soon you coming over?"

In reality, I like to believe it's all one big game, but it's real. Truth be told, I can't believe it's real, that she picked me out of all the possible cucks in the world, all the wannabe bitch boys who would give anything for what she permits me to have.

"I wish sometimes I might have you all to myself."

"Careful what you wish for, baby boy. I more than you can handle. If I don't have him or someone else, I'd fucking leave your ass."

Yes, I remember the truth, she is more than I can handle. No reason to lie, I don't have to think about it. D'Andre is always there to take over. He's the who rocks her with his cock. I never have.

Sad thing is, I forget what McKenzie tells me all the time. Little things, big things. Today, it's big: "D'Andre is coming over, you need to put on your cage and pull your act together, Papi's little bitch."

But I get so distracted with work, I space out. Good thing McKenzie is patient with me.

"Get off that fucking computer. Do your chores."

She makes me fetch the blue lingerie he likes, wash and shave her, then hide like a child, as though I ever forget my place. Some days, McKenzie doesn't let me touch her at all. When she's in the mood, she grants me to put my tongue to work.

But days like today, when I'm allowed to do it all, I can hardly keep up with myself. I do it all because I want to, not just because I have to. I scrub her in the shower and shave her cunt. I dry her off and rub in some lotion. She's laughing at me and understands I want it as much as she does. Desire above my own happiness for hers.

"I see you glancing at my pussy, it's not yours. Not till I say."

This is when I rub her feet. McKenzie lies on the bed, tells me to assume my place down by her toes, calls me her little slave. She makes me arrange all her stuff at the ready. The things I bought her that she wears just for him. The perfume that smells like another woman, because that's what she is when she's with D'Andre. Another woman who loves another man, a bigger one, black man who doesn't allow her to control him.

"Can't believe I forgot," I say.

"Guess you don't want this black owned pussy bad enough." And McKenzie rolls her eyes.

But I do. More than she knows. Enough to wear this stupid cage, to watch D'Andre put her in her place, and to recognize her place isn't with me. Enough to go crazy when she calls him her bull, master, or Papi. McKenzie is right about me.

"Such a fucking cuck," she says, and I agree. We both love that she's got a black boyfriend, but me, not so much, as he's taking her from me. According to Mckenzie it's our fate for the wrongs of the past.

We both agree he's the only one giving it to her the right way, too. McKenzie doesn't try to hide it anymore. She keeps D'Andre's picture on the nightstand, texts him while we're in bed, sets his fucking ringtones. Makes sure I catch her answer. She makes me turn my face to the wall when she calls him and tells me what's already fact, I'm her little, white bitch boy.

But some days, like today, she almost belongs to me. I know better, but I can dream, right? She enjoys it when I playhouse for a bit but soon reminds me where I stand.

"Are you listening?" she says. She hates repeating herself. "When he comes here, don't show your face for 30 minutes. And you don't come out till you're out of that cage. And you don't free your locked up prick, till I text you permission."

I put on that fucking cage and leak as soon as McKenzie makes me leave the room. As soon as I realize he's on his way, I get off on how much more I need her, now that she belongs to him.

"Your dick is small, but that's how I like it."

Believe it or not, I thank her thank her again, and don't yet comprehend why it pleases me for to say it. Tell her it makes things easier, and might be she's right. But it seems huge in the cage. With any contact from her, I'd explode in a second.

Truthfully, McKenzie doesn't care about the size, not really. But she cares that I do. And she realizes how much it kills me and loves it. Loves when I cum from watching her with D'Andre. Loves that I'm crazy enough to want her more when she gives me less. She tells me so, loves to see me suffer. And she's aware of what her cruelty and teasing do to me.

"Chores done?" she says.

I tell her I'm working on it. She sprays on perfume and puts on the lingerie.

"Stop thinking you work, sweety pie, you don't work in all the wrong ways. He works you on those matters you can't perform well."

All this teasing is more than a white boy can handle, she says. I drip with excitement, wishing I could touch myself without the cage. But I'm in my place. The place McKenzie says is mine, for the time being.

Until I remember what the hell I'm supposed to do with my life, which right now means this, watch her prim herself for D'Andre, watch her leave the room, watch him take her. It means this: my dick swelling and my legs shaking and my eyes closing and my fist thumping against the wall as them go at it.

They're louder this time, if that's possible. Like she wants to make damn sure I understand who she belongs to. Moans and groans. Smacks and pops. Bed frame shaking the wall. Springs squealing.

McKenzie's screaming his name and saying shit like, "So deep" and "Much bigger" and "White boy can't hear this." Then, real close to the end, I'm sure it's for me, "Be patient, little bitch."

So, I'm patient. I smoke a dobie. Afterward, I down a couple of shots. All ways, I am hard as fuck in this stupid cage, and there's nothing I can do. I listen to McKenzie and wait for my turn. I wait till I can't take it anymore. I wait and wait and wait, and I'm dripping so much I could fill a bucket.

I wait till my 30 minutes are up, then wait some more. I'm patient. It's a fucking hour and they're still going at it, as hard as the first time, so loud that I swear the neighbors hear them and think they're fucking in their own bedrooms.

When I can't wait anymore, I open the phone, then watch the screen real close to catch it all. McKenzie fathoms the part drives me the craziest, seeing what she looks like when he gives it to her. This is why we have a camera I can tap into. And this is the best yet. She's on her back. She's on her knees. She's on the edge of the bed with him inside her and taking my texts while she rides him. The bitch bounced so hard that her texts come in coherent rush.

But not today.

Shit, I think, why isn't this working? After all, we share the same code. I enter it again, slower, and it still doesn't work. I sit up, pissed yet turned on, and look down to see I'm fucking hard again. I think about how pissed I am, grab the key from her vanity, and unlock myself.

Still hard, I mutter, damn, I'm a cuck, then I whack off.

McKenzie and D'Andre fuck for over two hours. I fall asleep for maybe a second, wake up with McKenzie over me, catching her breath, or trying to. The way they go at it, it will take a lifetime for her to catch her breath.

"Come with me."

I follow like I always do.

"Pig," McKenzie adds. I lose my load right there. She sees me finish and glares, goes back to work on D'Andre, clues me in on her secret, which isn't, it's his dick she wants. McKenzie clues me in. Nothing's going to come way, like always.

But I read her appearance. The look telling me she's about to give in. That I'm about to receive more than I deserve. The one that tells me the Black New World Order is as much my master as it is theirs, at least for tonight. I start to feel sorry for myself, but stop real quick when McKenzie orders me.

"Get your white ass in here, little man."

Moving fast, I run to them. They give me just enough to keep me in line. It's more than I expect oddly pleasing.

Great God in heaven, I see McKenzie's cunt. Amazed at how she stretches to take his big cock. Tacking in how wet she is, see them take their time and take mine as well. Honestly, I expect this and tell myself to be ready. This time, I think, I'm not finishing off in ten seconds. It's all a tease, that the look she throws me means I'll be lucky to achieve the 30 second mark.

"Come on," McKenzie says, "what are you waiting for? Your little pink dick's not going to choke me from over there."

Recognizing it's not going to choke her at all. Understand I'm not getting what she says. It's the Black New World Order. She always calls me out on my little dick, but this is the first time she calls me out to use it. I doubt if she's serious, but I can't wait to find out. They both love watching me squirm. They both love watching me wait. But not tonight. McKenzie has me on her the moment I walk in.

She grabs me by the neck and says, "What the hell took you so long?" She leaves marks.

D'Andre makes sure to give this new chapter in his life a proper title. That title is this: A Cuck Holds Out for 30 Seconds. It looks real promising, especially the first few seconds. McKenzie grips me tight and says all the things I want her to.

"Harder. More. Deeper. Like that." For a fleeting moment, I almost believe it's true, but there's no way I can match what D'Andre gives her. Sometimes that's I need to cum how he sends her into orgasms.

"Don't stop, Fuck back to liking white."

That's the first thing I do, and she lets me know. Letting me recognize she is always the boss, despite pretending, she's not. She lets me have 30 seconds, but 30 seconds only. I can never hold out as long as she does, not when I'm inside her. Nonetheless when I just watch, if I touch myself, I can't last. McKenzie pushes me away. I recognize what that means, and it never takes long. I tell myself this time will be different, but who the fuck am I kidding?

McKenzie surprises me, pushes me off and jack and cum.

"Just fuckin' with you. Don't leave yet. Flog the dong, white boy, and make it last."

This time, I lasts a whole 45 seconds.

It looks close to something. Like they're done with each other. Like McKenzie is all mine again. She moves up to me. She pulls me close, tells me things that I want to believe.

"You want seconds? You can't have any," she says. She gives D'Andre a look that tells me it's his. It's always been his, always will be.

"Let me ride, Papi," McKenzie says.

Oh, how I wish she means me, but she doesn't, but I do what she tells me, anyway.

That look she gives me isn't a tease anymore. It's for real. She doesn't let me forget it. McKenzie works me as hard as I can take it. She rides me raw and rides me out of breath, but I keep going like I never have. She lets me think I'm the only one. Then D'Andre slides into her ass, and McKenzie says what she says every time.

"White boy doesn't give it like the black man can."

D'Andre is taking over, but that's nothing new.

What's new is this--I don't finish before he does. Well, I do finish before him. But I stay hard and keep going. Cum five, six, mayhap as many as eight times. We both fuck her. Giving her more than she can take. He's a better man than me. But tiddlywinks, that's nothing new, either. We are all savvy enough to realize, especially McKenzie, I'm the loser. She reminds me of that when we both blow our loads at the same time.

She takes him in the ass and me in her pussy. McKenzie says I am finally the man she wants. That lasts about two seconds, the same as me, then McKenzie adds.

"A real man waits for his bitch boy to finish first."

She loses it harder than I've ever seen, but I'm used to that. She pulls off my cock and loses it so hard I lose mine again. It splatters up my chest and all the way to my chin, where she chokes me so tightly, I can barely breathe.

Her fucking and my fucking fill me so full that I'm sure I'm about to explode. I surprise myself, but I don't surprise McKenzie. Not when I'm the last one cumming.

"Pig," McKenzie says. "You nutted, fucking nothing but air."

But I hear her differently this time. She says more than what she wants tp. All the things I want to be true. The things I wish were true. She says I'm the bull. Mckenzie wants my white dick in her white cunt. And she'll never let go. This time I'm her man, I'm the only fucking man.

Further, she tells D'Andre to take his bitch boy, black ass and leave. The Black New World Order isn't what she wants. I hear it and love it. Those words are all I need. It makes me so crazy that I blow my load a second time.

But I hear it differently than it is. Because that's not what she's saying at all.

"What a fucking white pig, fucking air and cummin' like a bitch." McKenzie's got me down to an art.

McKenzie, D'Andre, me--all piled together. Sleeping like it's the last sleep we'll ever have. I'm the last to slip under. The last one to close my eyes, though I understand they'll be wide open again as soon as they wake up. When they go at it and leave me on the bed, dreaming like I'm the only one McKenzie wants.

I am dreaming about her. I'm the only one. And I love that I'm the only one never leave her. I'm dreaming. Her legs are around me. I pull her close, McKenzie not pushing me away for once. Not telling me I'm not enough, not demanding I be different or disappear or die. In the dream, I am everything she wants, a better lover, a bigger man.

In that never world, I'm ginormous, and I am shrinking, and she has a foot on my ass pushing me, kicking me. The image turns into two feet, one on my butt and one on my back, but I'm dreaming, and I see her, my wife, pushing me away. I tumble off the bed and land on the floor, hard.

Hitting the carpet wakes me up. I blink and see the bed. McKenzie is in it. She is with him. She is fucking him, his weight pressing her down, the thing she always told me she hated. D'Andre's chest against her, pinning her, trapping her. And my fucking tease wife can't get enough now. I roll onto my back and don't sit up. McKenzie leans to the side, her hair like a mess of Medusa curls, her teeth bared in a smile or a snarl. Her eyes are wild, full of malice, full of joy.

"Give us some fucking privacy. Squat or sit, beat the meat or don't, but let D'Andre and me Fuck," she says.

I crawl away from the bed like an animal Some beast who can't to walk upright. I belong in the dirt. I hunch in the corner, watch them, and stroke myself the way she wants. I obey, hunched over on knees bashing the bishop. I remember when we used to make love, when McKenzie closes her eyes and holds her breath until I finished.