Whatever the long-term results, Jess's cuckolding me with my brother and father seemed to have shredded whatever need for privacy and discretion she previously required. Courtesy of my father, she'd had all her body hair removed by laser and was now completely smooth and soft. Much to my discomfort, she'd "outed" us to her mom and older sister, but her mom had been supportive and her sister – 26 and married – had been intrigued and expressed considerable interest in meeting Derrick, the hung young black guy Jess had been seeing for a while.
If that had surprised Jess, she didn't show it. "Might as well make it a family thing," she said. "I know Derrick would love to add a couple of sisters to his conquests."
Of late, Jess had started wearing risqué stuff that hinted pretty directly at our lifestyle. She'd acquired a couple of slim leather collars with tags that read "Slut" and "Black Owned." She also had several tee-shirts in a similar vein. One read "My Boyfriend Owns My Heart, But My Pussy's Owned By BBC." If I was uncomfortable with it, she laughed it off.
Among our circle of college friends, our relationship invoked more curious questions than anything else. At first, it was just Jess's girlfriends who wanted to know more about us, but of late several of their white boyfriends had started asking me questions. I'd patiently explained to one of them – Tom – that being a cuckold didn't necessarily mean you had to be a wimp, inadequate in bed, or underendowed, and that Jess wasn't cheating because cuckolding was both open between her and me, and participatory.
Tom and his girlfriend Cathy were both just 21, but had been together as a couple for three years. They were obviously head over heels in love. Tom was an engineering major; Cathy was studying business and economics. She was a very pretty brunette with straight black hair cropped short in a goth/punk style that set off her startling grey eyes perfectly. I couldn't picture her as a business major, but she was apparently a very good student. Cathy was perhaps five and a half feet tall and very slender, with narrow hips, long legs, and very small breasts.
According to Jess, Cathy was very curious about cuckolding and particularly about black guys, and had been pushing Tom to consider it. "Cathy's only ever been with Tom, and she wants to see what else is out there," Jess had explained. "She loves him like crazy, but he's very vanilla in bed and she wants to push their boundaries. Tom's hesitant but wants Cathy to be happy."
We'd invited them over to talk about the lifestyle. After dinner and plenty of wine, Jess and Cathy had gone off to the bedroom to chat in private. Tom and I were in the living room.
"I guess I'm thinking that one time can't hurt," Tom said. "If it makes Cathy happy, that is."
I sighed. "Get that scenario out of your head, Tom. It won't be just one time unless Cathy hates it, and I guarantee you she'll love it. You've got to be prepared for a profound change in your relationship, at least in the bedroom. Derrick will absolutely own Cathy's pussy. Once you go down this road, there's rarely an opportunity to turn back, though none of the cucks I know would want to."
At that moment, the bedroom door popped open and Cathy leaned out and called to her boyfriend. "Tom, come here. You've got see this video! It's Jess fucking Derrick and it's totally hot."
Jess was showing Cathy the video we'd made with and for Derrick, who collected them from his cuckold couples. For a guy who was only 18, Derrick had an impressive collection of videos featuring more than 15 of his conquests. All of the wives and girlfriends were under 30, and most were under 25. It was powerfully effective advertising and Jess's video was no exception. She'd been particularly turned on by being videotaped and was enthusiastic, noisy, talkative, and orgasmic. The tape ran for 15 minutes and ended with a long shot of Jess with her pussy gaped wide open and Derrick's cum load running out.
When the tape concluded, there was dead silence in the room. Then Cathy let out a long breath. "Wow!" she said. "That was just amazing. No wonder you give it up to Derrick. You think he'd be interested in me?"
"I'm sure he would," Jess said. "Why don't I take a couple of shots of you and send them along to him to make sure." She went to the bedside table and pulled out our small digital camera.
"Sure thing!" Cathy said, and jumped up and started pulling off her clothes. She was naked in a flash. She was slender and pale. Her ass was tight, but small, and her breasts were really small, maybe a 32A. Both her nipples were pierced, and she had jewel in her belly button. Her pussy was shaved bare except for a small triangle of sparse pubic hair well above her clitoris, and she had a vertical piercing of her clit hood to boot. Jess snapped off about 10 images as Cathy posed for the camera. When she was finished, she went off to e-mail the images to Derrick. I had to confess that I was surprised by Cathy's behavior and body modifications. She certainly didn't strike me as the shy and retiring type, nor could I imagine that she and Tom had a "vanilla" sex life. Something did not add up.
Cathy made no attempt to get dressed. "Well, Tom, what do you think? Did you like watching Jess take that monster black dick?" Tom nodded. "Wouldn't it be even hotter to fuck Jess yourself?" she asked. Tom nodded again. "I thought so," she said.
Jess came back a moment later and smiled. "Mission accomplished!" she said. "Derrick wants to meet you."
Cathy giggled. "Time to celebrate," she said, and went to her backpack, rummaged around in it, and came back with small water pipe and a plastic film canister. She opened the canister and tapped out what was in it, filling up the bowl of the pipe. Then she held the pipe to her mouth, lit it and inhaled deeply, passing the pipe to Jess, who did the same and passed it to me. I inhaled the acrid smoke and held it down, passing the pipe back to Cathy, who promptly refilled it, relit it, and passed it back to Jess.
I rarely get high, but whatever was in the mix was astoundingly potent. I was instantly, heavily stoned, nearly hallucinating from the single inhalation. Time seemed oddly distorted, my skin tingled, and I felt like I was underwater. Jess tried to pass the pipe to me, but I shook my head and she took another big hit and gave it back to Cathy, who refilled it and gave it back to Jess. This occurred several more times. Even in my intoxicated state, I could see that Cathy was making sure Jess smoked almost the entire bowl each time. I could only imagine how out of it Jess must be. Jess passed the pipe back to me and gestured that she wanted me to smoke some more. I took a hit, then another, and passed the pipe back to her.
My head was spinning, and I leaned back against a chair to steady myself. Cathy got up, rummaged through our CDs, found one she liked, and put it on. Smooth, sensual jazz filled the room, and Cathy started swaying to the music. Then she pulled Jess to her feet and started dancing with her, her arms around Jess's neck as they swayed together. Jess had her hands on Cathy's slim ass, and then Cathy grabbed Jess's butt and started softly stroking it through the terrycloth shorts she was wearing as Jess ran her fingertips up and down Cathy's spine. A moment later, Cathy had slipped her hands under the back of Jess's tee shirt and slowly pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it to Tom. Then Cathy slipped Jess's shorts down until she stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing any panties.
The two of them danced together. Jess's eyes were closed, and it was pretty clear that Cathy was leading. She was running her hands up and down Jess's body, nuzzling her lips as she did so. I could see that Jess's mouth was open and her tongue flicked over Cathy's lips until Cathy kissed her, hard, and their tongues danced together. Cathy caressed Jess's breasts and ran her hands down over her stomach until her right hand pressed against Jess's pussy, stroking her lips with her fingertips. Jess was almost limp in the embrace as Cathy fingered her until she was glistening and had started making small moaning noises.
With a lingering kiss, Cathy pushed Jess down to her knees. "Let's give Tom a real show. I want you to suck my cunt, you hot little bitch!" she said and taking a handful of Jess's hair, pushed my girlfriend's face into her pussy, rubbing it around as she did so. Jess needed no encouragement, though I was far from certain she knew what she was doing. She slipped her tongue into Cathy and licked her clitoris, letting herself be face fucked while she did it. Cathy pushed Jess to the bed and manhandled her so that her ass was right at the edge of the bed. Then she straddled Jess's head and pushed her wet pussy back down, reaching around to roughly finger Jess's pussy as she did so, at the same time roughly rubbing her cunt up and down on Jess's face.
