It was late Friday night and I was sitting at the sofa waiting to hear from my wife. I sent several texts and two voicemails, receiving no response. Her locator was turned off. The only information I received was a text from her best friend, Angie, who told me she was alright, and she'd be home late.
Still, I was pissed when I heard the garage door open. When the door opened, she came inside and turned out the lights in the kitchen. I got up and walked into the room.
"Where the fuck have you been!" I exclaimed.
"Don't take that tone with me!" She shot back.
I was stunned at her assertive tone, with was unusual for her. "I sent you several messages. Didn't you get them?"
"They just came through. I thought it would be better to talk when we got home." She replied. "I'm sorry I stressed you out. Let me pour you a drink. Meet me in the study."
My anger had not abated, but I walked to the study and sat at my desk, my back to the door. Minutes later, she turned out the lights and walked in. I turned around, but could barely see her silhouette, illuminated by the lights down the hall.
"Can we turn on some lights?" I asked.
"Not just yet." She replied. "I want to talk with you first." She set the drink at my side. "Please don't turn around."
My anger turned to fear: Had something happened to her? I felt like an asshole, angry at my wife, and she might have really been hurt.
"Where have you been?"
"Angie and I went out to a new bar after work with some of the girls. We had a few drinks and started talking about our husbands. We share everything, and we talked about our husband's quirks and..."
"And?"
I could hear my laptop boot up, and she tapped on the keyboard before setting it beside me. On screen was the porn I had looked at a few days before.
"You didn't think you could hide this from me, could you?" She asked. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you meant for me to find it. After all, your password is our PIN number."
My face flushed, several tabs of interracial porn had refreshed on my screen. All of them with petite blonde women, like my wife, taking large black cocks.
"I told them how you were into interracial porn, and how you seemed to like women like me fucking black men."
"What did they say?" I stammered.
"They laughed at first, but they weren't surprised. Most of their husbands seemed turned on by it as well. We talked about who had slept with black men, and all of them had at one time or another. I was the only one who hadn't, and I confessed that when I saw your videos, I was very curious."
My heart sped up a bit, wondering what she would say next. I gulped down the drink she prepared for me, which tasted strange, but I dismissed it and listened on.
"We kept talking about how the black men they slept with were different in bed. They kept teasing me for not having a black cock. Just then, the bartender handed me a drink, telling me it belonged to a man sitting across from us. As I looked over, a well-dressed black man tilted his glass at me. I could see a red sparkle from the ring on his finger. The girls told me I should thank him, so I picked up my drink and my purse and walked over to him."
"He was a real gentleman, holding a seat back for me, then pushing it in before sitting down next to me. I told him I appreciated the drink, but that I was happily married. He asked me how long, and I told him about you and how we met at college. He asked what I did, and I told him that I worked at an accounting firm as an associate. He was a senior partner at a law firm nearby, and he explained how he handled negotiations. I asked him what made him so successful, and he said, 'lip reading'. I was horrified. I asked him if he understood what I was saying from across the bar. He placed his hand on my leg, telling me he caught the jist of it. Reminding him I was married, I told him I didn't think you would appreciate his hand on my leg. He replied that you probably wouldn't like me putting my hand on his leg. I don't know what made me feel so brazen, but I followed his lead, running my hand up his leg as he ran his hand up my lap. Then, I froze as I felt it - halfway up his pant leg, I could feel his cock. It was long and thick. My nipples hardened, poking through my blouse and betraying any chance of me feigning disinterest.
"He told me he belonged to a private club next door, and invited me to get a more private drink there."
The knot in my stomach grew as she continued.
"I went over to the girls, telling them I would see them later. They gave me a couple cat calls as I walked out, this sexy, younger man putting his hand on my ass as we left the bar.
"We talked casually as we walked a few doors down, then we reached a building with blacked out windows and no sign. I told him it looked abandoned, and he smiled at me. Then, he waved his ring at a sensor that was about waist level, and a green light activated. When we walked in, there was an attractive white woman at the desk. She asked me to place my hand near a scanner, and I felt a prick on my finger. Then she told me I could go in. The man led me through the door, and it looked like a strip club. I hadn't been to one since a convention years ago, but the dancers were older than usual - most were middle-aged like me. The clientele was entirely black, and as we walked by the VIP area, some were servicing their clients - some blowing them, others straight up fucking. My heart raced as I walked past with him. As I looked back, a dancer winked at me and spread her legs, and I saw a red sparkle flash between her legs.
"We walked into a quiet room, and we sat down next to one another. Then, he placed my hand back on his leg, asking me if I never really saw one before. I told him I had only seen one on your computer. He laughed and told me to take a look. With that, he unzipped his pants and guided my hand inside. I reached in and felt the hot thickness of his big cock. His manhood was making me incredibly wet, and my panties felt soaked. Reaching in, I pulled out his cock, which wasn't even erect, and it was at least nine inches long. He asked me what I wanted to do with that, and I lifted it in my hand, feeling the heft and the girth. Then, I flashed a smile and leaned down to suck his cock. I savored his salty flesh and his cock grew in my mouth, stretching my mouth around his massive dick. He asked if I had regrets about not ever fucking a black man and I nodded as I bobbed on his cock.
"Suddenly, he stood up and lifted me off the seat. He ripped off my dress and pushed me onto the bench by the wall. Then, he ripped off my panties and spread my legs wide.
"'Do you want to feel this cock?' He asked.
"I nodded to him, asking him if he was going to fuck me. He said no, but he was going to give me a taste of what it felt like. Then, he rubbed his large dick across my pussy. I was so wet, his long cock was slathered in my juices as he teased my slit. Then he told me I would get five strokes, and no more. I asked him why only five, and he said he only gave women five strokes unless they surrendered to him. With that, he pushed his large head inside me. I gasped at the girth, never feeling anything so big inside me. Slowly, he slid into me, asking me how far you could reach inside me. I nodded when he was at that point, and I looked down to see he was only halfway in, but he stretched me wide, and his head hit every nerve ending inside me. My pussy was flooding against his cock as he pushed deeper, and I thought I'd come as he pushed completely in. His dick hit pleasure spots I had never, ever felt before. Then, as slowly as he pushed into me, he pulled out just as slowly. Then, he slid into me again with a little more speed, then pulled completely out. My pussy felt sore, but empty, and I looked at him pleadingly, and he knew I wanted more. When he pushed in a third time, it was more forceful, and I came as he reached deep inside me. His last two strokes followed in close succession, and I nearly cried as his cock pulled out of me.
"'Please fuck me!' I begged him. But he said I would have to surrender first. I asked what he meant, and he said I would have to give him my pussy. When I told him he could have it, he explained that he would own my pussy: This meant he had say on who could fuck me, even you!"
The knot in my stomach tightened, and my dick was rock hard, dripping precum from the tip.
"He showed me his ring, telling me it was a sign that he was a member of the Brotherhood of the Order. The Brotherhood was an exclusively black fraternal order. They wore their rings at all time, and they conducted business arrangements with one another, which elevated their ranks to affluent, highly educated, successful businessmen. He went on to explain that the women he saw were Pussy of the Order, and they had all belonged to a Brother of the Order.
"I asked him if the Pussy of the Brotherhood received any perks, other than getting big black cock. He told me that the Brotherhood helped many of them reach greater levels of success in their business life. In addition, they received money for doing favors for other members of the Brotherhood. So, they're prostitutes? I asked. He laughed, saying technically yes. He admitted that the Pussy of the Brotherhood were black cock whores, but they weren't regarded as prostitutes among the Order.
"But his explanation of the favors underlined that they were prostitutes: The woman was claimed by a man, and he would receive compensation for whatever favor they did, and he would split that in half, sharing the other half with his Pussy. I asked about diseases. He said part of this tight order was to make sure sex would be safe. All members of the Pussy were tested monthly, and explained that I was tested when I entered the club. 'Obviously, you were clean' He explained, saying if the scanner turned red, I would immediately be escorted from the building and I would never have known how a black cock from the Order felt.
"I asked how the Order kept track of their Pussy, and he explained that his ring had an RFID, which allowed him access to clubs run by the Order. Each woman wore a clit ring with a similar RFID. This gave an identification that could be scanned by a smartphone, using a proprietary app. Any member of the Brotherhood who was interested in another Brother's Pussy would scan her 'gem', and send a message to her Daddy. He would have to give permission, then the man would send half payment to the Daddy, with the other half going to the Pussy's personal account. I asked how much a girl got paid. He smiled and told me not to get ahead of myself.
