Wife Is Taen Bac to Blac (redo)

Note: This is a redo of "Wife is Taken Back to Black" which has been deleted. I had an idea for a major revision to the plot that I wanted to explore. Because of Literotica rules, the old story has been removed.

WARNING: This is an interracial cuckolding story--with heavy-duty bi and gay elements. In fact, the gay aspects are so prominent, I almost put this one in the "gay" category even.

WARNING TWO: There are sado-masochistic elements as well. In fact, these are so pronounced I'm tempted to put this in the non-consensual/reluctance category... but like all of my work so far, the central erotic element is a fascination with BBC for white people, so it's again in the "interracial" category.

WARNING THREE: Did you read the above warnings? Please read them!

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My sexy and tall (5'8") redheaded wife Christina and I were out dancing in a city near where we lived one night, when some pretty unexpected events occurred that changed our marriage forever.

I'm her husband Charles, by the way. I'm 5'11", dark hair, and pretty nice to look at myself. But not incredibly handsome, not the way my wife is beautiful. I married up some in the looks department, but I also have other good qualities... Not that they matter at all for these events! And, unfortunately, my dick is a modest 5-1/2"--nothing to brag about, even though Christina always seemed to be happy with our sex life.

Christina, on the other hand, is a near flawless female specimen. Certainly aided by lots of yoga, pilates, and so-called "bootcamp" classes, she has muscle and a smidge of fat in all the right places--a flat stomach, long legs, a muscular and cute bubble butt... as well as a tight waist that accentuates her 36C breasts. Her red hair is rich, long, and curly. She has the cutest face, bright blue eyes, and appropriately pale skin, with just a sprinkle of freckles here and there. Everything is feminine in all the right places, with her arms not over-muscular, and her shoulders sweetly narrower than her delicious hips. At 5'8", she turns the heads of both men and women wherever we go, and a few of my coarser guy friends have of course made comments to me when we're drinking about how lucky I am or how they would "love to do her."

I had learned to take it in stride but her amazing beauty still takes my breath away, especially when we are in bed together. Luckily, thanks to being over forty, I don't pop off too soon, despite being so overwhelmed by the beauty of my 33-year-old wife!

If it matters, we don't have kids yet. Christina wanted to focus on her career for maybe one more year--or so she said.

The night started off pretty typical for us. We both liked to party and go dancing. Often we went with friends to one of a couple of clubs in our city, but this night we felt like a change of pace, so we went on our own about ninety minutes down the highway, to a larger city nearby. We sometimes liked to drive, relax, listen to jazz, and catch up. This was one of those times. Christina looked fabulous as always, in a little green dress and her trademark earrings that had some squiggles on them that looked like cursive writing, but I thought at the time were just a random design.

Christina told me that a dear old friend had given them to her in college, and it just felt special to her to party in them. So I was told. Soon I would learn more!!

So we're at this club, maybe just had our first drinks and had been dancing for, I don't know, maybe fifteen minutes, when this about 6'2" very handsome deep-brown black guy walks up. He was so handsome, even as a guy, I had to admit this other fellow was gorgeous. And confident. It was weird though, because when he reached Christina and me at our booth, I noticed he had a necklace on his neck. Not all gaudy and gold, but silver. Like Christina's earrings. And like her earrings, it by some coincidence had the same exact symbol.

Christina froze. I never saw her look more stunned and uncomfortable in the four years I had known her, including two married.

"Hi, I'm Rex." The fellow introduced himself, but while looking only at Christina. "From the look on your face, I'm guessing your man doesn't know, does he?"

I was confused to say the least. Christina made the most perfunctory introduction between Rex and me. I shook his hand weaker than I usually would, being so confused and stunned.

"Why would he know?" Christina said, as she stood up in order to speak more directly to Rex. "The masters told me my obligation was retired, that my symbol was retired."

"Well, indeed, I believe you that someone may have *told* you that. And further, from what I think I may have heard about you, yes, that was the expectation, that *you* were retired... And here we are some four or five years later... We Masters have simply re-used your symbol's design... I can assure that not one of us expected that you would still be wearing your earrings!"

I had of course stood up, too, but I remained mute and totally bewildered. Here was my gorgeous wife and some strange handsome black man talking of "masters" and "symbols" and "retirement"--and I was just hoping that before too much longer someone would clue me in!

The black fellow, Rex, glanced at my stunned face briefly before speaking again to Christina. "Your husband here," he started. "He doesn't have a clue what we are talking about does he? So are you going to explain it to him, or shall I? I tell you what... I could use a quick pit stop. I'm going to leave the explaining to you, and I'll be back in a few minutes. If you have chosen to duck out of this club while I'm gone, so be it. And if you are still here, we'll continue getting acquainted." And with that, Rex slipped away as promised.

Christina took my hand and led me to sit back down alongside her. "Charles, Rex will be back before we know it so I guess I had just better spit it out. Ending about four years ago--only actually a few weeks after we met--when you were 37 and I was 29--after a period of about five years... Half of my twenties, I guess... I was a female member of a club, a special club... I wish I could beat around the bush but there's no time... Us white women members agreed to wear a symbol out in public... and any black man who approached us with the matching symbol, we were agreed to go home with him that night for sex... So basically it was an anonymous interracial sex club, run by a group of handsome black guys for their amusement... They would know where we were hanging out and exchange our symbols among themselves as they saw fit, mixing it up pretty much every weekend... And I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you to hear... But us women members loved it. The sex was incredible, and there was actually a competitive process to join and stay a member as a woman... I hope you don't hold this against me, Charles! And now Rex here with his matching symbol... Well, he is insinuating that he'd like to take me sexually.... How does all this make you feel, Honey??"

I'm sure I looked like I was in shock, although I scarcely remember. Pretty much I remember this part just based on what Christina later told me. She says that I sat there mute and blushing until she broke the ice again, actually.

"Charles, I can tell you are really shocked. I know you had this demure image of me when we met. I'm sorry for you to learn now that that was a little bit of a put on. I thought it would help you be more interested in me, and I was right, Honey, wasn't I?" I'm guessing I nodded.

"Well, now you know. Right before we met four years ago, I was a black cock slut. I couldn't get enough black cock, to be honest. And this club--they jokingly called it the Black-for-Life Club--was the best outlet for me... I thought I got it all out of my system... I quit before I turned thirty because at that age, I would have had to start breeding black to stay longer, and even though the idea was a turn-on, I wasn't ready to make that commitment..."

She continued after catching her breath for a moment and squeezing my hand to offer kindness. "But seeing Rex now, feeling incredibly turned on just from my short chat with him just now, and realizing that I still like to wear these earrings... It's obviously a sign that on some important level I'm still into black guys, and that I really miss the black cock slut lifestyle. I'm so sorry, Honey! Really I am. Are you okay?!?"

I do remember what happened next. I finally after a few moments had digested the information Christina had told me, and what I had seen said between her and Rex. I could tell my heart was racing. I must have been blushing. I was breathing a little heavily, and especially apparent: My pants felt exceptionally and surprisingly tight at my crotch... Oh my god, I was as hard as I had ever been from hearing all this! I was totally turned on that my wife was a slut for blacks! I realized that this was just like an interracial porn story--but starring me and my own wife. It was surreal and intensely sexy. I had never tried hard drugs, but I imagine the rush was what cocaine or heroin must feel like. I had never felt so invigorated. It was as though I could feel my heart beating in my dick and my entire skin tingled.

"Uh," I stammered. I wanted to choose my words carefully. I wanted to go with the flow, but I wasn't sure I wanted to give up exactly how turned on I was. "Golly, Christina... This is really a lot to take in!" I managed to say.

"Okay," she said. "Of course it is a lot to process, I know. But how do you *feel* about it? How does it make you feel to hear about it? Are you freaked out? Are you petrified? Or..." And she reached over to my tented crotch and then purred, "Or just maybe you are turned on by it? You *are* turned on by this, aren't you?!? I've rarely seen you get so hard from just talking about something... In fact, I don't think I've *EVER* felt you get this hard from ANYTHING!!!"

Christina had my number. And before I could reply, Rex had come back. He had just sauntered over--cordially bringing a round of cocktails for the three of us--and sat down on the other side of Christina, with the three of us seeming like we might even be old friends enjoying a drink together.

Christina and I both grew pensive and quiet. We both knew who the dominant person was here, and it wasn't either of us!

Rex seemed to sense that I had been brought pretty thoroughly up to speed. "So... Hm... I think I have a read on what's gone down here. Judging from Charles' blushed face and tented crotch, he seems to have been caught up... Charles, you might be comforted to know your hardon is a typical white husband reaction--nearly all of you are excited beyond belief at the idea of their wives getting black cock... In fact, never seen it any other way, ever! And, Christina, you seem positively glowing, like you've decided to lose your virginity to your high school sweetheart--is the look--enthused, lusty, and maybe just a little trepidatious. Excellent. I love it when I've caused this effect in a white couple when I'm about to bed the wife. Perfect. Terrific. I guess it's settled then. I'll start the ball rolling. Christina, why don't you snuggle up to me a little over here, for starters?"

Unflinchingly, Christina did as Rex asked, his tone having been quite commanding. Now it was as though they were a couple, and I was an outside friend.

For the next hour or so, we drank, and chatted. While I felt really awkward, I also felt incredibly turned on, as Rex stroked my wife anywhere a long-familiar lover might, including her breasts, butt, and legs. Our booth was in a dark part of the club, and if anyone cared, it was probably only to the extent that they might enjoy watching them!

Eventually, Rex started nibbling her neck and ears--and vice-versa--and they whispered in each other's ears. She moved her hand onto his crotch, and left it there, gently stroking and squeezing around. At his encouragement--or maybe it was more of a command--she hiked her skirt up and even slipped off her panty hose. They started to french kiss, heatedly. At the point, Rex started finger-fucking Christina, first with one of his thick fingers and then a second. She buried her mouth against his neck to muffle her moans just as she started shaking from an orgasm. The whole thing was so hot and sexy, I was transfixed.

"Well, Charles," Rex addressed me for the first time in a while. "As you can guess, Christina has gotten started but she really needs a proper fucking. A black cock fucking. By, of course, my black cock. I've got a room in the hotel just next store that we will be going to now. I think it would be good for you to watch me take her pussy and make it mine. My eleven-inch BBC and I will satisfy her in ways that no one has since she withdrew from the black-for-life-club. I intend to make her mine, and I don't see her protesting. Do you want to watch?"

The whole time Rex was addressing me, Christina was kissing his neck stroking his head with one hand and his crotch with the other--totally fawning over him. She was looking away from me, lost in dreamy thoughts it seemed, and apparently totally disinterested in the conversation.

I felt a brew of feelings. I felt so rejected and spurned by my wife, so humiliated by Rex, and yet completely turned on by this black cock slut who had revealed herself out of nowhere. The contrast of feelings was intense--but it was erotic more than anything.

I was in a daze. Rex snapped me out of it. "Well, Charles? Focus. Do you want to watch me claim your wife's pussy for my own? My eleven-inch man meat will claim both of her other holes as well, naturally." He was very clear about "both," and I definitely got his meaning

Before I could answer, Christina whispered something in Rex's ear, then tongued it a little for good measure, and Rex added, "Oh, Christina says I should explain to you... You see the black-for-life-club has rules for a situation like this... Whenever an ex female member--and there are not many, as few women ever leave-- well, whenever an ex female member wants back in, as your wife obviously does... Well, she has to commit to going black-only for life. I don't know how you're going to take this, but Christina has decided she would like to rejoin the club. It's not that she doesn't love you, it's just that she's decided that she would really prefer big black cock. So she's decided she would prefer to go permanently black only, starting with giving herself to me to be her master, so long as I should see fit. You see she remembers my reputation as a kind and fulfilling master, both--even though we have never coupled or even met before tonight--and so I am to possess her. You can stay married in a-- shall we say-- much 'reduced' capacity. We would have to sort out those details later... She still loves you and wants to be married to you, just in a new fashion, with you abstinent other than when you are using your tongue to clean my seed from her... She's made her decision, and it is not open for discussion... Her mouth shall also only be for me or other black men. She can still hold your hand for connection going forward... And you can enjoy when your mouth is *occasionally* cleaning her... But those are to be your only intimacies.... Further, you are to be 100 percent faithful and loyal, and will not be permitted any other women as lovers--unless perhaps directed by me."

"Further," Rex added. "Christina wants you to know that she's pretty sure she's been keeping so fit so she could still arouse a black Master like myself sufficiently, and she's glad you have had a few years of enjoying those benefits while they lasted... Why don't you sip your drink, Charles, and digest this for a few more minutes while your wife and I make out some more? This will give you a few minutes to think about whether you'd like to stay married as Christina's--and my--beta cuckold... And there's more for you to keep in mind... Keep in mind that you'll need to be calling me 'Sir' or 'Master.' Further... I'll be expecting you to 'pay homage' to black cock--mine, of course, but not only mine... You'll mostly be called derogatory names, like 'dipshit' and 'faggot'... And some of my friends will even fuck you in your ass... You'll probably be made gay for BBC before long!"

"Uh..." I stammered, quite taken aback by how extreme this all sounded. "Wow, Rex! Uh, whoa..."

Rex smacked me, sharply and quickly--and luckily not with his full strength. "No, faggot!" he said. "It's 'Master Rex,' faggot! From now on. And from now on, any time you get it wrong, you'll get a punishment. Take too long to learn your place, and you *will* end up quite thoroughly beaten. You won't be able to leave home for days."

"Uh, yes, *MASTER* Rex!" I started over. "Wow!! That's quite a lot to take in!"

"Maybe it is, faggot. Maybe it is. I don't really give a shit. And barely does Christina."

My wife didn't even seem to be listening to us. She was continuing to fawn on Rex, in a dreamlike state. Christina was cuddling his side, nibbling his neck and ear, not even looking at me at all. She had her legs splayed and Rex had a hand on her crotch, lazily stroking her thigh and--best I could tell--also occasionally probing her pussy.

As I was digesting what *Master* Rex had been saying--it was quite a lot to digest, that's for sure!--I noticed him rotate his arm so he was finger-fucking her while we spoke. Christina let out a loud groan. I could distinctly hear it even if the music in the club did keep the sound from traveling far. Christina sounded immensely turned on. "Unnnghhhhhhh! Ooooooohhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Oooooooooh!" she cooed.

Master Rex turned to her and asked, "You really need to get fucked now, bitch, don't you?"

"Oooooooooh, yes, Master Rex!! Your bitch needs to get fucked so incredibly badly! Pleeeeeaase fuck your bitch, Master! Pretty pleeeeeaaaase!"

"Alright, bitch! All right! Pretty soon," Master Rex responded, "We have just a little bit more to discuss here first, bitch."

Rex turned to me. "Look," he said, "The slut really badly needs to get fucked. I don't want to keep her waiting much longer. We're leaving in a moment, and I'm going to get to work on all her holes like she needs--and to satisfy my own appetites, of course... You either follow us by a few feet and join--under my direction of course!-- or you don't... But it's a one time offer. You don't come, and I'll have the slut serving you with divorce papers inside a week. So what's it going to be? Don't even speak dipshit, actually. No speaking unless spoken to for the rest of the evening. Either follow us or you don't."

"Master?" I dared to interject with a question.

"What is it, faggot?"

"Master, may I please ask my wife a couple of questions?"

"Ungggh," Rex groaned. "If you must."

"Master, yes," I replied. "Faggot really must ask her a couple of questions."

"Well get on with it then!"

"Christina, darling," I started, "Please. Please look me in the eye and tell me. Look me in the eye and tell me 'Yes, husband Charles. Yes, I really need to go back to black. Yes, I really need to go black-owned and black-only.' If you can look me right in the eye and tell me, then I'll understand. Then I'll support your decision. But I need to hear it right from you."

"Ugggghh," Christina groaned. "Very well, Charles. Charles, as you can see, you're at best a little boy compared to Rex and other dominant alpha black men... Yes, I still feel love for you. But Rex has unlocked my deeper needs here tonight. Yes, I absolutely need to go back to black, and I don't mind at all that sleeping with Rex means that I am going black-only and black-owned. Not at all. In fact, I welcome it. I'll still try to be kind to you as a cucky husband, and give you whatever privileges Rex determines you deserve. But my mouth, pussy, and ass are all about to go black for good. Yes! And thank you!! Thank you so much for accepting it!!"