This is part of a continuing story which features hard core, Black into white interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. This theme is not for everyone. If this theme offends you, I don't suggest reading this particular story, or any other chapter in this series.
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Once Randy had invited me to witness his sexing my wife Cathleen the mood in the house became much more comfortable. He had moved into our house about a month before that, and until that night there was an uneasy pall over the dwelling. That night brought into focus several things once and for all. Most important, Randy had tricked Cathleen into admitting that she was in love with him while unknown to her I was in the room. It was tough to hear my wife profess her love for another man. But she had also admitted to still loving me also. The move was quite wise on Randy's part, because it finally forced an issue that was causing the most unease in our house. By having Cathleen's feelings finally out in the open, I could feel secure in the relationship with her.
Randy's decision to allow me to start watching their love making made me feel more like a part of our polyamourous relationship. I was not entitled to make love with my wife, and knew that that was not going to be permitted by her lover. But seeing his expert technique allowed me to feel that he was probably the only man able to satisfy her sexual needs now. I was always tied up as I watched them joining as lovers, with my hand free to allow me to masurbate. It was exquisite to see Randy's massive Black rod covered in my wife's sugary sex syrup.
I felt an entire range of emotions, deeper and more profound than ever before in my life. Seeing my wife open her sacred white thighs for this Black man made feelings of humilation, inadequecy, eroticism, longing, hunger, craving, and strangly fulfillment, all churned through my heart. I felt rewarded by Randy for initially bringing me into the room as they had sex.
Cathleen was too much a lady to have been able to allow that to happen without his decision to push her in that exhibitionist direction. She had been reluctant at first, and was not very hot on the idea of allowing me to see her with her Black lover. Randy refused to listen to her protests to my presence. In time she stopped resisting the situationand Randy stopped tying her to the bed during the sessions. Once that changed Cathleen started to seem to begin to enjoy the dynamic that my attendance brought. She started talking to me as he took her, teasing me and telling me to watch a 'real man' take her pussy.
The pushing of the erotic envelope did not stop with my wife's new found enjoyment in teasing me. Sometimes Randy would take her from behind while she held herself up from the arms of the chair to which I was tied! She would smile at me, mouthing 'Thank You', as he frimly held her hips and drove his massive cock into the pussy that I had invited him to pleasure himself through. Cathleen occasionally let her breasts dip in those sessions allowing her rock hard nipples to graze my thighs as Randy fufilled her pussy. Whenever she chose to tantalize me with her nipples she would give me a quick wink, just to let me know that it was on accident.
All these developments unravelled slowly, like pouring honey from a bottle. The satisfaction of achieving this relationship was just as sweet as that honey, and I had never felt such a profound bond with my wife. At the six month anniversary of Randy moving into our home we decided to celebrate and have a party. We invited all of our new friends. Blacks that Randy had introduced us to, as well as the members of the cuckold support group that had become my social circle.
One of the issues that came up when Randy moved into our home was that any sense of keeping this situation secret was thrown out the window. Our parents and old group of friends had become aware of what was going on at our house rather quickly because Randy insisted on being the sole person to answer the phone. It was a pure humilation and shame for us both, such open admission that we needed this man. His manhood and technique had created a situation that perhaps only he could sexually satisfy Cathleen any longer. The parents still called, and Randy did not keep us from talking to them. Mostly they ignored the situation, not knowing what to make of it, only occasionally making the condescending remark. Our old friends calls faded out after a couple of months. The circle of friends was now exclusively made up of Black Masters and members of the cuckold group.
We were all excited about throwing this party to commemorate this anniversary of sorts. Cathleen made up nice invitations on the computer and planned on the food. My sweet wife decided to note on the invitation that there was going to be a contest for all the white women, and that the most risqué dressed would be the winner. The invitations made a point to let the guests know that everyone was welcome to stay the night, and in fact it was preferred if they chose to drink.
The whole thing was a smashing success, THE social event of the season for the group. It even surpassed the occasional dances that the group would occasionally rent halls and throw. The cuckolds wives all came with their Black lovers, and husbands in tow. Since our party was in our home instead of some rented hall, it provided the wives the opportunity to finally dress as scantily as possible. As a matter of pride none of the wives wanted to let down their Black lovers, and every outfit allowed easy access. Shirts were open to the tummy, and skirts were almost to the ladies pussies!
As people arrived and the party began to ramp up it was not at all unusual to see a Black man just reach into the open shirt of his white slut and show off his markings. It turned into a contest unto itself among the Blacks, and made the cuckolded husbands faces turn red with embarrassment.
I am still not sure with one of the wives stripped off their panties first. But by 11 there was a small pile of panties on the living room floor. White soccor mom type women walked panty free about the party. The Black men started showing off their prize pussies! Randy really got into the act with my wife making my heart sink by allowing one of his friends to actually finger Cathleen's sex as he proudly showed off his treasure! I was shocked that not only did Cathy not protest, she spread her legs and kissed his chest as he touched her!
