My Replacement - Part Five
I sat alone for a while in the bar where every couple were dancing until it became clear to me that Clare's interest in my cuckold transition had been taken over by her desire to press her lovely young body against her Black Master as they moved slowly together on the dance floor. It was time for me to leave and think about what we had discussed in the quiet of the hotel suite balcony - with a bottle of Karavitakis of course.
Susan, my lovely Wife, was out on a date with Raoul who was clealy wanting to take their newly found friendship and attraction to a much more intimate level. It was obvious to everybody, including me, that Susan was wanting the same thing but I could tell that something was holding her back - me and our two wonderful children who were asleep in their own little bedroom.
I had made a pact with her last summer to let her have a Lover if she had wanted one and had described the idea as 'My Replacement'. It had been my idea which, at the time, I had thought was unlikely to be fulfilled, that is until we met Raoul, a big and handsome Black Man. It was now time to make good on that promise, but how?
Clare had talked about her husband's inclinations when she and Marcus make love. Could I do those things? It was true that I had helped Susan to prepare for her date tonight and, if I am honest, the thought of another man inspecting my handiwork had excited me. I had advised her on the lingerie she should wear for her date and had felt proud when I had seen the look of appreciation in Raoul's eyes when she and I had walked up to him.
But what of 'cleaning' Raoul's salty cream from Sue's labia after he had ejaculated into her. Clare had said that a cuckold was not entitled to reject what his own Wife was happy to receive inside her and I had to admit that she had a point; so when (if?) the time comes I decided that I would make that sacrifice to my sense of manliness. Who knows, I may even enjoy it.
And what of serving her Master. She had said that sexuality had nothing to do with it and maybe she's right. 'Reviver' she had described the action of the cuckold taking his Master's manhood in his mouth to get him hard again. I had never done such a thing before. The very thought of having sex with another man has always repulsed me, but would I be having sex? 'Servitude' she had called it, but I thought submission was a better way of describing such an act. If I were to do this with him, in order to harden his member so as to slide back into my own Wife, wouldn't that make me more of a slave. And am I ready to be my Wife and her Lover's sex slave? The very thought of it should have revolted me, but it did not; interestingly, the idea made sense to me. At least that way I would feel part of the process, and not just an abandoned husband.
Clare had led me to believe that Clive, her husband, loved the life he lives as a cuckold and there was no reason for me to think otherwise. She had also told me the night before that he had enjoyed being humiliated when she had gone for sale in the White Mistress Auctions. Was this the product of an overheated imagination by my new pretty brown-haired adulterous friend? After the revelation that Susan's boyfriend before we had married had been an older Black Man who had 'Owned' her, was this all just a dream?
I needed to use my imagination about how I would feel about the physical aspects of Susan's affair with Raoul. Earlier, on the beach, I had visualized Susan and Raoul (or should I say - My Wife and her Master) kissing while sat just a few feet away from me; my reaction had confused me to say the least. My own emotions were conflicted between outrage and excitement, even so the picture in my mind's eye seemed so right and so natural.
It was about one o'clock when I heard Susan and Raoul arrive at the door to our suite, and just like the night before, I put my eye up to the door spy-hole. They were kissing!
It wasn't just a 'thank you for a nice evening' kiss - it was an unmissable 'I want you inside me' kiss. Her message to him was unmistakable as their tongues mashed together inside their mouths, her breasts pressed against his wide manly chest and her hips ground against his in response to his big brown hands kneading her soft round arse. And Raoul knew exactly what she was telling him.
"You know,'" he said after they had both come up for air, "if you still have doubts about David's commitment to your agreement, you can test him."
"How can I do that My Love?" she asked.
'My Love?' How did that happen? When did Raoul stop being a handsome date, to her 'Love?' I thought, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
Raoul reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet bag which he held out for her to take. Inside was a small chain and pendant that she held out to view for just a few minutes.
"Tell David that you want to take us to the next level, and if he accepts the prospect of you and I becoming Lovers, then he should hang this around your neck when we meet for our next date," he replied.
"And if he won't do it Master?"
'Master Now? This whole thing is moving faster than I had thought,' was my reaction.
"Then we will know he's not ready to accept that is Wife wants to have a relationship with another man," he replied.
"And if he does," Susan said as she looked carefully at the medallion, smiling at the black and white 'ace of spades' pattern on its surface.
Raoul leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to her forehead as he replied, "then he will know that your now my Lady."
She kissed him back, on the lips, and replied, "I can't wait to be yours Master. I can't think of anything I want more than to lie naked with you in your bed."
'I wonder what her answer will be when I ask her if she is attracted to him,' I thought sardonically as I looked at the pair of 'soon to be' Lovers through the spy-hole.
Whatever her answer, it was obvious that Susan was going to take me up on my offer, and have a 'holiday fling' with the large and well-hung Black Man. As Clare had been so clear in our conversations - it was not a matter of 'if', but 'when'; and I had a decision to make - again.
It was ten minutes later when Susan opened the door to the hotel suite whilst at the same time blowing a kiss to Raoul as he was departing to go to his own room somewhere across the other side of the hotel complex. Her face was flushed with pleasure and her eyes shone with that unmistakable look that comes over a Woman's face when she is falling in love; a mixture of tenderness, desire and lust was there for me to see. And it was time for me to talk to her - properly this time.
"You know," I said as she eased the skirt down her long lovely legs, "you never did tell me exactly what you and Raoul were discussing when you went for your swim yesterday. Or what you were talking about on the raft earlier today."
"The kids," she replied, "but mostly about you."
"The kids?" I asked, suddenly very worried.
"Yes! We discussed just how they would react if I had a more intense relationship with him."
"Intense relationship?" I exclaimed, but not wholly surprised. "Do you mean what I think you mean?"
"Do I have to spell it out for you," Sue replied as she threw her blouse onto a nearby chair and undid her bra to expose her beautiful milk white breasts to the evening air.
"I think you should. Just so we know where we are with this agreement of ours," I replied - dreading the next part of the conversation. Just why I was so much in trepidation of what she was about to say didn't make sense. It was me who had arranged for this moment - by myself and no one else. But a part of me was still nervous about what she was about to say.
"Raoul wants to have an affair with me. To take it to the next level. He wants to be my Lover."
"And you? what do you want Sue?" I asked - again feeling that apprehension that any husband would feel when his Wife tells him that another man wants her.
"You already know the answer to that David," she replied, "because you have been watching us through the spy-hole in the door and listening in to our conversation. Twice!"
My own face must have coloured in embarrassment and Susan saw it, and came in for the kill.
"Of course I bloody want to," she continued, "I want to be his and lie naked on the bed, open my legs and offer him my body. I want to feel his big brown manhood ease itself into me and claim me as his own. I want to call him Master and be his loving Mistress and welcome his hot eruptions into my vagina. There! So now you know."
"Well that's pretty clear," I remarked coolly, while doing my very best to not betray my shock at her very explicit words; and we both knew that my beautiful and loving Wife meant every word of them.
Susan slid her warm body into bed next to me and instead of going straight to sleep, she kept her eyes open looking up at the ceiling. We remained silent with our thoughts, holding hands to maintain some degree of intimacy, but apart nevertheless. It was Susan who broke the silence.
