Circle of Cucolds

Chapter 2

Linda, meanwhile, was not thinking about her husband. At the moment she was standing in the center of the room while her soon-to-be lover, James, sat in an easy chair gazing at the sexy wife who was about to become his. His cock was uncomfortably hard and he couldn't wait to free it. Or rather, for her to free it. He always enjoyed it when he was a white wife's first black man. He wondered if she would freak out when she saw his huge manhood; would she be a screamer or a cryer? Either way, he was certain, she would become a convert in the next thirty minutes. He could hardly wait.

Linda, feeling somewhat light-headed from two glasses of champagne and more kissing in the privacy of the room was about to disrobe in front of this magnificent man. She reached behind herself and lowered the zipper of her dress. She wanted desperately to make an impression. She was so excited she could barely conceal it. With a shrug of her shoulders, the top of the dress dropped own to waist level, revealing the lavender bra that barely contained her breasts. That her nipples were erect with excitement was very obvious.

"Oh, baby, you're making me very happy," said James. "I just know that you and I are going to get along just fine."

"Thanks. My husband helped me pick it out."

"Really," laughed James. "I like that. He shows promise. Sounds like he really wants this for you."

"Well," answered Linda, caressing her breasts with both hands, "I wouldn't go that far. I think he might come around in time."

"I'm sure you can make that happen. Let's see the rest of it!"

"You're so impatient, James. But I guess I am, too."

With that, she let her dress fall to her feet. She kicked it aside and stood there with her feet apart and hands on her hips. James took in the matching garter belt and small panties. His had moved to his lap and he shamelessly massaged his straining cock. Linda blinked in amazement as she made out the outline of his manhood. She felt herself getting moist again.

"Baby, that husband of yours has good taste. In women and in picking out just the right thing for you to wear for me. You tell him I said so, hear?"

"Okay. It'll probably embarrass him, but I'll pass on your message. Meanwhile I have something else to offer you."

Again Linda reached behind herself, this time to unhook her bra. She let it drop to the floor and held her breasts in her hand as if offering them her man for approval. The nipples were completely erect.

"Come on over here and give me a closer look."

Linda stepped over in front of James and stood between his outstretched legs. He leaned forward, put his hands on Linda's hip, and took a nipple in his lips.

"Ohmygod!" – she moaned. The sensation was almost more than she could bear. This was just the beginning. She put her hands on his head and pulled him closer. She was beginning to feel wobbly on her feet.

"What about you?"- she asked hoarsely.

"What about me?"

"Don't you have something for play-and-tell to show me?"

"Oh, you know I do, baby. Especially the play part! Why don't you get down on your knees so I can give you your present.

Linda didn't have to be asked twice. She gladly lowered herself before him, her eyes glued to his crotch. She was no long able to even pretend the casual manner she had assumed earlier in the evening.

"So tell me," asked James, "how did it feel to put that collar on your hubby for the first time?"

Even that stirred something deep inside her.

"It was sort of hard at first," she said. "I knew he was hoping that it wouldn't happen at our first party. He hoped it was just to take a look around and talk about it later."

"No way that was going to happen," interjected James.

"I realized that as soon as we sat down together. But still, I wasn't looking forward to doing that to him. I kind of felt sorry for him."

James smiled and lowered the zipper of his pants.

"I think you'll find it was worth it," he said with a suggestive smile.

Linda was getting tired of talking. She wanted – NEEDED – for this man to touch her, to take her, to make her his, to take her to a new level of pleasure.

"But you know," she said, "when I was locking it around his neck, it gave me a feeling of power that I really liked. We've never been into power games, but I really liked the control I had at that moment."

"That's only the beginning, baby. After tonight, he will be very much under your spell. You will be on the inside, and he will be on the outside looking in. He will depend on you as his link to this special world you're about to enter. This will be your power."

Linda was breathing deeply and almost licking her lips in anticipation. Would this guy never stop talking? Still, his words evoked images and situations that made her even hotter.

"Take it out," he said softly. "Take out my gift to you."

Linda reached slowing through the zipper opening. When her hand touched him, she let out a gasp.

"Oh god," she said. Knowing she would never get it out as hard and large as it was that way, Linda unhooked James' belt and opened the top of his pant. She hurriedly pulled down the top of his boxers. Before her eyes popped up the largest and hardest black cock she could have ever imagined.

Reverently she took him in both hands, neither of which could reach around his massive pole. The veins of his cock stood out in relief, signaling the degree of his arousal. She leaned closer and looked at the huge mushroom hear while stroking slowly. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip.

"Go ahead, baby. Don't make me wait!"

This was all the encouragement she needed. She leaned forward, licked at the bulbous and almost scary head and, finally, opened her mouth wide to take him between her lips. The contact made his steel-sprung cock jump so powerfully that Linda gave a muffled yelp. She began to wonder if she would even be able to take him in her mouth. After bobbing up and down a few times she pressed downward and forced the large head of his weapon into her mouth. Her lips were stretched tightly and her jaws open to the limit. She caressed the head with her tongue and felt giddy from his power.

"Lick it," he said.

Linda reluctantly removed her mouth from the black love muscle and lowered her head to its base. She nuzzled her nose briefly in his wiry pubic hair and inhaled his sexual aroma. Then, with the flat of her tongue, she licked the underside of his cock from bottom to top and down again. She repeated this several times until his cock was glistening from her saliva. She briefly paused to admire the object in her hands and to revel in its power. At that moment she realized her life would never be the same again. This was what she waited for all her life. She knew this with certainty. She tried briefly to imagine what this would mean for her and for her marriage, but the immediacy of the situation was too powerful for her to worry about those details.

"Don't stop now," said James.

She had no intention of stopping, but simply wanted to savor this life-changing moment, to draw it out as long as she could. With a sigh she moved her lips to the base of his cock and onward to his balls. She moaned as she licked each ball, giving herself totally over to the moment. There was no shyness, no embarrassment, no holding back. Taking one of James' huge balls in her mouth, she lathered it lovingly with her tongue, thinking that the cum it contained would soon be deep inside her.

Linda became almost frantic in her need to experience this man, to give herself to him, to please him. She took him in her mouth again, but this time she forced herself to take more of the rigid pole inside. Her tongue caressed the tip of his cock and she was literally intoxicated by the taste of his cum, now leaking generously and, she thought, addicting her.

Briefly Linda contemplated how it was going to be when James began to enter her pussy, which had never experienced anything even close to what it would tonight. The knowledge that it would certainly hurt at first didn't faze her. She found herself looking forward to the pain, because it would mean that she would become a complete woman and would have the ultimate experience for any woman. She pushed downward until the head of his cock pressed against her throat, causing her to gag. Even that she welcomed.

James gently touched her head, signaling that the time for foreplay was over. She looked up at him and began to touch herself through her panties.

"Please," she said.

James nodded. He was very familiar with the kind of need this attractive married woman was experiencing. He would savor her introduction to fucking by a real man for the first time in her life.

The two stood up and removed the remainder of each other's clothes. They kissed standing next the bed, Linda grasping James' hardness with one hand and pulling him close by the buttock with the other. Her mouth opened wide to welcome his probing tongue, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was open to him in every way.

They moved to the bed. James positioned himself between her legs and licked each nipple, which only drove Linda more crazy that she already was. He ran his tongue down over her belly and, after the slightest of pauses, lapped at Linda's sopping slit. Her hands were on his head. When he took her engorged clit between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, it was more than she could stand.

"Oh god! I'm cumming. I...don't...believe it... Oh god!" She bucked up against his face uncontrollably as her first orgasm overtook her. When it subsided she was breathless.

James moved up until the head of his cock was just touching Linda's now very wet slit. He pushed forward gently. Linda moaned and opened her legs wider. Her arms encircled his waist and she pulled toward her. She needed him NOW! James pressed firmly against her. The swollen head of his cock began to penetrate.

Linda was so overwhelmed by the new sensations assaulting her body that she was afraid she might pass out. He was stretching her so much and hadn't even gotten started.

"Please...do it....hurry! Just do it. Fuck me!" she cried.

James was well past the point of no return. Together they had reached the combustion point. He took a nipple between his lips and licked it. While she was distracted by this, James pushed forcefully forward and in one movement buried the first four or five inches of his cock inside the whimpering Linda's pussy.

"Oh go! It's so big!! I'm going to cum again...oh...oh...I'm cum-m-m-m-ing!" James remained still as Linda bucked and spasmed around his penetrating cock.

"More...don't stop, damn it! Fuck me!"

Needing no further encouragement, James withdrew several inches and pounded the full length of his rigid shaft into the tightly stretched pussy of the pretty white married woman squirming beneath him.

"So good...so good...more....harder" – she moaned, punctuating each word with an upward thrust of her hips. James obliged and began pumping his cock slowly and deeply inside the now delirious Linda. It didn't take long before James knew he would have to get relief. He always loved the moment when he emptied his voluminous load of inside a new partner. Deeper than anyone or anything had ever been. This was virgin territory. This was James' property.

Linda was now completely taken over by her desire and the feelings she was experiencing for the first time in her life. Even under these circumstances she was aware that she briefly felt a moment of deep resentment against her husband for what she had missed out on for so many years. This made her pull James more firmly against her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled against his buttocks as her orgasm approached.

"Now...fuck me! Hard! Cum in me...please! Do it!!"

James obliged. He penetrated Linda to the maximum depth and stopped moving just as his cock began to gushed inside her. Linda was overtaken with such a powerful orgasm that she briefly felt she lost consciousness. She continued to hold James in a vice-like grip with her arms and legs. Finally they both relaxed in each other's arms. He remained inside her. Linda had found relief and pleasure and sensations that she had never dreamed of. And she owed it to this man, James, who had brought her into a new world – a world she knew she would never abandon.

* * * * * *

An hour later, when Linda and James came out of the bedroom, Linda noticed a man seated in a dimly lit niche. He looked familiar. As they walked by him Linda recognized him. It was Sarah's wife, Bill. He didn't look up, but kept his gaze downward, toward the floor.

"Bill?" – said Linda, pausing.

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, not looking up. Linda couldn't understand his strange behavior. Addressing her that way and not even looking up at her. It was like he was some docile servant rather than an old friend.

"You okay?" – she asked.

"You're okay, aren't you, Bill?" – interrupted James.

"Yes, sir. Yes, ma'am. I'm fine," he responded.

"Well, carry on," said James, urging Linda toward the staircase.

Once downstairs, Linda and James enjoyed a tall glass of mineral water together on the same sofa they had occupied earlier. They sat close, Linda's hand resting on her lover's leg and his are draped possessively over her shoulder.

"I really hate for this night to end," she said.

"Don't worry. There'll be many others, I promise."

"I can't wait that long," she laughed. "Can't I take you home with me?"

"Maybe we'd better wait a bit for that, as much as I'd like to enjoy your body for a few more hours. Your hubby has been out there in the circle for two hours. I'm sure he's going crazy."

Her husband! Linda had almost forgotten. How, she wondered, was he going to take all this. Not just tonight, but other nights like this in the future.

"Yes, my hubby. Guess I'd better rescue him and take him home. I hope he's cool about this."

"Oh, I think he will be. Eventually he will even be enthusiastic."

"You think so?"

"I can almost guarantee it," said James. "If there's anything I understand, it's the Black-cuckolded hubby."

"Wow. What an expression. Black-cuckolded hubby. It doesn't sound like something he would be thrilled to hear."

"He will be very curious – and excited – to hear about tonight. You should tell him everything. It will be frustrating to him not to have been able to see it, but have to only hear about it."

"You think he will?"

"Oh yeah. Tell him all about it, slowly. Tease him. I'll eat my hat if he doesn't get turned on by it. Him imagination will fill in the blanks. But don't let him have sex with you. Not tonight, anyway."

"Don't worry about that," laughed Linda. "I think I'll be too sore for a while. But it's a wonderful soreness. I've never experienced it before. I've never had orgasms like that. I think I passed out once. And you know what?"

"What?"

"I found myself resenting Bruce for depriving me all these years. Even though I know it's not really his fault. Now I'm spoiled. When's the next party?"

"Two weeks from now. You have that long to persuade Bruce to come back. I don't think it will be a problem."

"I hope you're right."

"I am. You know, there's another side benefit for you from Black-cuckolding your hubby."

"What's that?" – asked Linda.

"The longer this goes on and the more he accepts it and his diminished role, the more, well, eager he will be to please you in other ways. The balance of power between you will shift in your favor."

"I kind of like the sound of that," said Linda with a conspiratorial smile. "It would make things much easier."

"You'd be amazed. You'll probably get an earful from Bruce about thing he heard in the circle tonight. The hubbies out there gossip like you wouldn't believe."

"Interesting."

"They address us as 'sir' and 'ma'am' because they have to here at the club. But it doesn't take long before it becomes natural to them and they mean it sincerely."

"This is incredible," said Linda.

"You're already on the inside, and Bruce is on the outside looking in. He envies you. He will accept that he is no longer your match sexually. He will become very obliging in other ways. And you can take advantage of that to the degree you want to."

"Well," responded Linda, "it will be interesting to see if what you say is true in Bruce's case."

"You should talk to your friend Sarah. Her hubby Bill is already doing the dishes, laundry and housecleaning."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. I could tell you more, but you will find out for yourself what possibilities exist in your marriage when Bruce comes to terms with being Black-cuckolded."

"Darling, I'd better rescue my hubby – I'm getting to like that term. See you in two weeks?"

"You can bet on it."

* * * * * * * *

On the drive home, Bruce, as predicted, peppered Linda with questions. She begged off, saying she was exhausted and needed to sleep on the way and they could talk once they got home.

Later, home and in their bedroom, Bruce lay in bed waiting for Linda to join him. His mind was in overdrive. What had happened at the party? How did Linda react? Was she okay? What would this mean for him? Was she upset? He even tried to imagine how she felt after supposedly being fucked by a super-hung Black stud. The image made him excited, and this he found annoying.

Finally Linda came out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. The turned toward Bruce and lay an arm on his chest. She looked at him with a dreamy smile on her face.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But tell me what happened while I was outside," answered Bruce.

"I don't know where to start."

"Well, you went upstairs with that guy, didn't you?"

"Yes. And his name is James. Be polite."

"Sorry, sweetie. So tell me."

"Well, first of all, he really loved the undies you helped me pick out. They definitely had the desired effect."

Bruce felt himself getting hard at the image of his wife posing in the lavender garter belt, bra and panties she had bought for the occasion. He hadn't even seen them on her himself, but was trying to imagine himself in James' place.

"Good. So did he...uh...undress you or..."

"No. I did a little striptease for him."

"Really?" Bruce was getting excited.

"Yeah. James had his shirt and shoes off and was sitting in an easy chair with his drink. We'd been doing a little hot foreplay – you know, kissing, getting close. His tongue was almost down my throat and we were both getting very hot."

Bruce was now fully erect. He was glad he was under the covers and could conceal it from Linda.

"You sure you want to hear all this?" – she asked.

"Sure. Go ahead," he said, his voice cracking noticeably. Linda smiled and continued.

"So anyway, I figured we better get down to business. I mean, I was curious about what the fuss was all about. The way Sarah talked about these guys, well, I wanted to experience it for myself so you and I could decide if we wanted to continue with this group."

"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead."

"So I pushed him into the chair and stood in the center of the room and unzipped my dress. I danced around a little just to tease him, you know. Finally I just let the dress fall to the floor, kicked it away, and stood there with my hands on my hips giving him a good look."

"Jeez, that must have been something for him."

"Oh, it was. And I told him you picked everything out yourself."

"Why'd you say that?" protested Bruce, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? Besides, he was very pleased, to say the least. I did a few turns and unhooked my bra, took it off and tossed it to him."

"Wow."

"Wow is right. I was sort of holding my breasts, teasing my nipples and showing him what he had in store."

Bruce began to squirm at this picture. He realized that he had never had an experience quite like that. He had done the wife-swapping thing with friends, of course, but James wasn't swapping anything. He was just getting what he wanted for the taking.