Please note: I started this story some months ago. It's not done, I just haven't gotten back to it. If I get good feedback I'll finish it. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
My wife Maureen and I live in an unfinished subdivision in California. We are long distance commuters, and bought this house just before gas prices took off a couple of years ago. The developer finished just two houses before the bank pulled his loans. The rest of our cul de sac is barren land. We have become friendly with the couple in the other house, Cathy and Paul.
One of the problems no one tells you about, and one probably doesn't consider when making the choice to become a long distance commuter, is how dependent you are on your automobile. So it came to pass recently that I was stuck at home when my car was in the shop. Since I work as a software engineer, I could work from home for the day. Unfortunately, I was out of sugar for my coffee. I decided to take a walk next door since driving 1/2 hour to the nearest store was not possible.
Our houses are identical, and on either side of the front door is a window as a border. As I approached the door, I looked up and saw something through the window I had never expected. Cathy was on all fours getting banged by a black man I had never seen before! My mouth fell open as I watched this well build dark stranger with his hands gripping her hips. Her sexy auburn hair was heavy with sweat from the workout and her massive breasts (which I had checked out whenever I saw her) were pounding forward and back as he guided her onto his manhood. I could hear the slapping of her beautiful curvy figure against his thighs through an open living room window.
She kept moaning and panting with her red lipstick in a perfect "O" as she submitted to his cock. He took his hand and gave her ass a quick slap.
"Yes, yes, yes, Sir I am your white bitch!" she admitted in the heat. "I'm all yours! Just don't stop!"
With that he picked up the pace in earnest. The morning light made them glisten. I could not help myself and took down my trousers. I stroked my hardness obsessed as Cathy's breasts pounded in unison with his thrusts. Although Maureen had a similar curvy, thick build as Cathy, I had become interested in seeing her in the buff since we had moved here. My cock was throbbing as I got my wish to see her curves uncovered.
The black man's pace picked up and finally he shouted "Yeah, take my cum!"
I couldn't believe wither what I was witnessing, or how unexpectedly aroused they had made me! I watched, stroking, as he kept his manhood inside her, taking his pleasure. When he did pull out, I saw the thick pure white strands of cum on his bare cock! He had cum inside this white upper middle class housewife right before my eyes! I came immediately.
I rushed back to my house, afraid of having been noticed.
For the rest of the morning, I obsessed with what I had witnessed. I drank my coffee black, unconcerned at the lack of sugar. There was no chance of concentrating on writing code this morning. Instead, I kept an eye on Cathy and Paul's house. In about an hour I saw the garage door open and Cathy's lover drove a Lexus out and away. My mind reeled as I thought about the show I witnessed.
Then, I saw Cathy walk out of the garage. She was wearing a loose fitting tee shirt and boxers as she started working on the flower bed in front of her home. Without thinking, I started stroking my cock again as I spied her. It was not long before I came watching her again.
I turned away and started to watch CNN to try to focus on anything else. I found myself having a curious sensation, jealousy of Paul! I had wanted to watch Maureen have sex with another man for years. Don't doubt that we had expansive sexual escapades. But she always refused to consider my fantasy out of fear that it would ruin the relationship. Cathy had, in effect, given me a glimpse of what Maureen would look like if I were watching her. And so in a way Paul had his wife, and mine! So I had a jealousy and even an envy of Paul, and it was because his wife was with another man - a black, dominant man no less!!
I spent the rest of the day watching TV, trying to calm my sexual tempest down. Around 5 o'clock the doorbell rang. Paul was there when I opened the door.
"Hi," I said. Really I was in shock. I didn't know if I should tell him or hide what I knew! What did he know? Oh, all was amiss!
"Your presence is requested," he said. "Please come with me next door."
Then he held up my billfold!
Chapter 2
I followed Paul, without conversation. My mind was already full of unanswered questions. Did he know about the mysterious black lover of his wife? Did he think I was having an affair with his wife? Did he think I was a peeping tom?
He opened the front door and the questions only multiplied as I saw Cathy and three black men! The men were all well built and obviously worked out frequently. Cathy wore a light fabric collar shirt open to the waist with her large, erect nipple peaking out.
"So you like to watch, huh," said the black man that I had spied with her earlier.
"I, well, just came over for some sugar . . ." I stammered.
"Yeah, and you stayed and watched me taking Cathy! We've got a spot of your cum from the doorstep, too! So, we could report you as a peeping tom to the police right now!" he quickly said.
"Please don't," I begged. "I promise to forget it and never say anything. I love my wife and don't want any trouble."
He stared at me for a minute before continuing, "Well, you need to understand that we want a bit more than a promise. You spied on something that is sacred. We are Cathy's lovers now, not Paul. White man can't be allowed to see what you saw unless he is willing to join the club!"
"If I might interject," Cathy started. "Obviously you are turned on by seeing a white woman taken by a black master. Paul was just like you. He kept trying to get me to have sex with another man. Finally I agreed if I picked the man and he agreed to let whatever happened take it's course. Well, everyone got what they wanted!"
She giggled for a bit and then smiled.
"I don't know what to say," I said.
"Look, just admit that you liked watching a white woman be taken by a black master! Is it really so hard! You are obviously into it and you NEED to say it out loud," Cathy replied.
"Ok, ok, I admit watching his black cock taking your pussy was a turn on."
"That's just the first step," the black man continued. "Since you saw it you now need to pony up your dues."
"What do you want?" I asked afraid of the answer.
"Your wife! You OWE us, and we got the goods on you. You are going to let me, Sir James, and Sir Junior AND Sir Sam have a night with your wife – non negotiable. Otherwise we go to the cops."
