Donald was studying himself in the mirror. It was now 4:30 pm. The ceremony at Dr. Perry's house was to begin at 7:00. The drive would take about half an hour. Song Lee was due back from the spa any time now but she still had to dress of course.
Donald had picked up his tuxedo and Song Lee's gown from Loretta on Friday afternoon. Now he examined himself in the garment. About 95% of it was no different from a traditional tux: the black jacket, the white, ruffled shirt and red tie, the white satin cummerbund, and the black patent leather shoes were identical.
Even the trousers had a similar construction: black, straight legs with a satin stripe. From about 30 feet away, most people would have to look closely to see any difference. There were only two modifications. The material, from the waist to about mid-thigh was made of spandex and hugged Donald's ass and his legs.
Then there was the crotch. The material was cut away so that Donald's genitals, penis and scrotum, were completely exposed. It was almost as if someone had cut a "glory hole" into the front of the pants and his dick and balls stuck through. As instructed in the document Loretta had given him, Donald had shaven himself completely.
As he gazed at his reflection, he was concerned about the erection he was sporting. Not that it was any way different -- except for the lack of pubic hair -- but that he couldn't get it to go down. He was forbidden by instruction from jerking off, and every time he tried not to think about what was going to happen that night, it just made him think about it more, which just made his hard-on harder.
Donald was embarrassed by his lack of pubic hair and the resulting boyish appearance made all the more prepubescent by his small phallus and scrotum. He looked for all the world like a twelve year old examining his erection in the mirror.
But as embarrassing as that was, the erection itself was worrying him. Obviously, the outfit itself meant that he'd be exposed to any other guests who attended the ceremony and his tumescence would make it obvious to all that the proceedings themselves excited him. Everyone would know that it stimulated Donald to have his wife screwed by some big black bull.
Donald wasn't merely excited. He was excited beyond anything he could ever remember. For the past hour his hard on had been so engorged with blood it was causing him pain.
It was also producing pre-cum in quantities he had never known before. If he didn't mop it up it would form drops and drip on the floor. As thorough as Dr. Perry's documentation was, there was no protocol covering the proper way for cuck-to-be to deal with excessive pre-cum.
Had other husbands simply never experienced this problem that now plagued him? Donald was actually afraid guests might snicker at his inability to control the level of his excitement.
Donald had expected that he and Song Lee would prepare for the party alone. His expectation was that when Song Lee completed her preparations, he'd drive her to Dr. Perry's estate for the ceremony.
However, when Song Lee arrived home, she was not alone. Given his outfit, Donald was more embarrassed than he was surprised. He already knew Marc's wife Ruthie and Loretta but he'd never met the other gorgeous woman that accompanied them.
"Hi, I'm Penny, Jack's wife," Penny said extending her hand for Donald to shake. She stared directly at Donald's exposed erection. Taking her hand, Donald found that far from experiencing penile shrinkage from embarrassment, he actually got harder under Penny's stare.
"J-Jack's wife? I had no idea you were so beautiful!"
"Why thank you!"
"Um, uh, I mean all of you," Donald said trying to keep from being "woman-bashed."
"Sure you did," smiled Ruthie sidling up to Donald and brushing invisible lint from his tux jacket. "Let's get a look at you." Grabbing Donald's shoulders, Ruthie turned him so his back was to the women. Running her hand across his buttocks, she said, "Not bad, not bad."
Turning him again, he faced the ladies and his pecker was so hard it hurt. Running her hand down the front of his shirt, Ruthie stopped at belt level.
"Donald!" she exclaimed, "is that pre-cum drooling from your dick slit?"
His face flushed a deeper scarlet than his tie and, if it were possible for his cock to get harder, it did.
"Hell, that's gonna drip on your rug," Ruthie said as she reached down and ran her finger the length of his cock, scraping off the liquid about to drop. She dragged her wet finger across Donald's cheek leaving a trail of his now drying liquid. When she reached his lips, Ruthie said, "Open" and the women watched as Donald was forced to lick his pre-cum from her finger.
"Jeez," said Penny, "I've never seen a person leak as much pre-sex fluid as that."
"I guess you're not counting that flood you told us was running down you leg in the car," Loretta teased.
The women giggled as they entered Donald and Song Lee's bedroom, presumably to get Song Lee ready. Donald brought a tray of glasses filled with champagne in to the ladies and he was just having a glass himself when the doorbell rang.
"Get that, would you Donald?" he heard Loretta say from the bedroom.
Nervously, he went to the door and opened it a crack. Outside was a very young black man carrying four garment bags. Just as he was about to ask if he could help the youth, Loretta re-entered the room.
"That's Damien, Jerome's brother, let him in Donald, he has our dresses."
Donald thought he might die of sheer embarrassment. How could he let another man, no a kid, no a black kid see him exposed like that? But he didn't die. He opened the door hiding his nakedness behind it as the youth entered.
Damien followed Loretta into the bedroom with the bags. Donald could see through the open door that his wife and Penny were topless and Ruthie was completely nude. Damien, of course got an eye full. What must it be like, Donald wondered, to be as young as Damien, and seeing hot, naked, mature, white and Asian wives?
Donald was happy to see Loretta shoo Damien out of the room. It would have been crushing to his ego had that kid got to stay and watch the ladies prepare while he was banished to the living room. Now, however, he had to share that room with the kid and his exposed cock. He saw the smirk on the kid's face and knew he'd better not get into a cock-measuring contest with this youth. Donald offered Damien champagne.
"No thanks, I gotta drive. Besides, I'm too young. You could get into trouble if I drank any."
"Thanks," muttered Donald.
"Which one's yours?" asked Damien glancing again at Donald's diminutive phallus. Donald noted that even the presence of this other male failed to reduce the blood supply to his crotch.
"The Asian lady," Donald answered.
"She's hot. Nice tits," Damien commented. "I wouldn't mind doing her. Is it true what my brother told me? That you're going to let him fuck your wife tonight?"
"Actually, it's Lionel, not Jerome," Donald replied trying to spin the situation in his favor. Like Donald was somehow less inferior if his cuckolding were to be accomplished by an experienced bull rather than the young recruit, Jerome.
"Maybe Jerome was mistaken. We'll see tonight, I guess."
We'll see? What the fuck thought Donald. You mean this kid was going to witness his humiliation.
"Y-you mean you're going to be there?"
"Sure. Loretta said I could watch. Shit really turns you on, huh?" Damien nodded in the direction of the exposed portion of Donald's middle.
His cock was leaking pre-cum again. With his dick pointed straight up, Donald could feel the liquid as it slid down the length of his shaft, collecting on his balls. Donald grabbed a tissue and began mopping himself, holding his cock and balls to one side and then the other to make sure he got it all.
"Hey man, don't be embarrassed," offered Damien grabbing the crotch of his chauffer pants showing the outline of a nice sized hard on. "I been hard all day, ever since Jerome told me I could drive. He told me what the whiteys wanted done. To be honest, I thought they'd be a bunch of shanks. I figured he was just in for the bucks."
Jerome was getting paid?
thought Donald, blinking.
Shit, how was this any better than Sammy?
Donald had agreed to pay Dr. Perry $30K for this intervention. She told him he could pay over 30 weeks so it came out to about the same as Sammy was getting. Dammit, this better work.
Loretta was the first to emerge from the bedroom. She was dressed in a hot pink sequined mini-dress. It was obvious she had spent the day at the spa with Song Lee and the other girls. Her red hair was beautifully done and her face had been professionally made up. The shiny hot pink lipstick that matched her dress was so glossy it glinted in the light.
The hem of the dress ended about mid thigh and there was a slit on the left side that nearly reached her hip. Depending on her movement or position, Loretta's stocking tops and bare skin above could definitely be seen. Her big tits were pushed up and out making for ample cleavage. For a man that liked a little more meat on his woman, Loretta made a mighty pretty picture.
"Mmmm mama, bring that over here for inspection," Damien demanded.
Swaying outrageously, Loretta did just that. Stopping in front of him, she thrust out her hip and slapped her buttock cheek. Damien reached out and gave it a squeeze. She rotated so she faced away from him and thrust her ass back at him.
Playing with her ass with both hands, Damien was raising her skirt above her stocking tops and lowering it again. Loretta backed up and ground her ass into Damien's crotch. Thrusting against her, Damien slid his hands up her body cupping those huge chest melons. Loretta moaned.
Goddamn,
thought Donald,
how fucking lucky could this kid get?
