Black Thunder

by Lars Aimes

  Black Thunder: The Cuckold Club

  By Lars Aimes

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

  ©2017, Lars Aimes. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception of a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

  This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some folks might find offensive. Please keep out of reach of children.

  Please note that all scenes depicted in this work of fiction are entirely consensual to all concerned parties.

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  Black Thunder: The Cuckold Club

  Alia sat in the darkened room with me and nervously played with her hair. I straightened my tie and coughed. I reached for the phone in my pocket and found only a stray piece of lint. Right. I gave my phone up a the door . I pulled my hand out and checked my watch against the priceless antique clock on the wall. Alia crossed her legs, those silky smooth legs wrapped up in black stockings that went all the way up to her thighs.

  I peeked at the inch or so of flesh between where they stopped and her white skirt began. It was a little patch of no man’s land that beckoned my fingers and my tongue. I knew I could have it if I wanted it. All it would have taken was to let my hand fall on her leg and slowly work its way along its beautiful curvature. A smile. A whisper. And then we would be fucking. On the bench. On the floor. On the bed that sat in front of us. But that’s not what I was here for. No. There would be time for that later.

  Alia turned to me, a look of sudden concern having crossed her face. “They’re late,” she said. “What do you think we should do?”

  I stared at her for a long moment. “We can go if you want to,” I said. “I don’t think we’ll ever be invited back if we do.”

  She dragged her tongue along her ruby–red lips, shining like wax in the candle light. She said nothing in response. The room was hot and I felt the sweat pour down the back of my suit jacket. Alia pulled on the front of her blouse where her cleavage pushed together, poking up just enough to tantalize. The little beads of sweat formed on the back of her neck just below where her short honey blonde hair tapered off. The smell mixed together with the perfume and the room had a sickly sweet aroma. Together with the priceless antique furniture, the room gave off an aura of comfortable summer days spent at a relative’s house in late childhood.

  Alia shook her head. “I don’t think they’re coming. Let’s get out of here,” she said. We stood up and walked towards the wooden door. With a loud creak it opened just as I put my hand out to touch the doorknob. Dear god .

  His big body took up nearly the entire door frame. I tilted my head up to see his wide pleasant grin spread across his broad dark face. The whites of his teeth and eyes sharply contrasted with the chocolate skin tone. He thrust his hand in front of me. I hesitated for a moment and then shook his giant hand. Everything up to my right wrist was engulfed by his sausage–like fingers and the pulses of pain radiated up my shoulder as he squeezed tight.

  “I’m Davis,” he said in a deep baritone voice. It was the kind of voice that carried across five star restaurants in European capitals, the voice that shouted encouragement from VIP sections at professional sporting events, the sort of voice that you hear coming from the other side of the negotiating table when everyone else has left the room because the stakes are too high.

  Davis adjusted his blue silk necktie and moved smoothly towards my wife. Alia smiled and let out the smallest of giggles as he took her hand in his. Gently, he turned it palm–side down and kissed the back of her hand. I couldn’t help but notice the wedding ring on her finger and suddenly feel self–conscious about its value.

  I had bought the nine carat gold ring ten years earlier when we were both graduating from university with little else to show for our lives except a mountain of student debt. At the time, Alia had told me that the price of things didn’t matter to her. But from the way that she smiled in the presence of Davis with his tailored wool Brioni suit with the full canvas jacket, I sensed that maybe price actually did matter to her. Very fucking much.

  “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davis,” said Alia. “Todd wanted to leave but I insisted we at least say hello.” She stood perfectly straight before him, as if she were a soldier being inspected.

  I chuckled. “Actually, that’s not completely –,” I muttered.

  “Is that right?” Davis interrupted without taking his eyes off her. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to make it worth his while to stay.” They both laughed. I looked over through the glass window at the growing number of men in suits sitting down, chatting with each other and watching us.

  I turned my head back to look at Davis, relaxed and at ease, towering over my wife and making small talk. His eyes made lazy forays up and down. Alia touched her hair as he spoke. He made a playful joke and she laughed just like she did before we were married. Her hand went up to his and she patted it gently.

  This man is going to fuck my wife in front of all those men and I am going to watch it all . I took a deep breath, trying to contain the rising panic growing within me. Trying to keep my eyes from the growing crowd beyond the glass window, I looked around the room. And here is the four–poster bed where he will fuck her. And here is the Victorian antique mirror where I will see the reflection of it all. And here is the statue of the owl where he could lean against while she sucks him off .

  “Todd. Todd,” said Alia, snapping her fingers up at my face. I blinked as if I had just woken up from a coma. Davis stood beside her with his hand on her shoulder. His dark skin contrasted with her alabaster tones. The grandfather clock was chiming and the room beyond the glass partition had turned silent.

  “It’s time,” someone said. I walked towards the door to my left, a small intricate carving of a monarch butterfly laid into it. I grasped the handle and emptied my lungs. Once I walk through here, there’s no going back .

  I looked back into the room where Davis and Alia stood. They were turned away from me now, paying me no mind. The crowd on the other side of the partition watched them. The clock struck its final chime and silence once more descended. I could stop now, turn back, and cancel everything. That was the deal.

  My eyes rested on Alia’s soft features, her face beamed as she looked up towards the dark stranger who stood in front of her. Her petite figure swayed forward as Davis looked down at her, smiling and murmuring softly. She raised an eyebrow and the little lilt of her soft laughter flowed over to where I stood. Instantly, she was ten years younger than when she had arrived here with me. The choice was easy. I turned the doorknob and left the room.

  I sat down in the chair in the middle of the small room, watching them through my own glass partition. Alia swallowed as Davis spoke. She clung to his every word. The tiny speakers in the ceiling of my room turned on with a *click* and suddenly I could hear Alia’s voice.

  “…that things never just felt right between us in that department,” she said. “I always needed something a little…different.”

  Larger. You need someone larger . I watched Davis’ face absorb the subtlety of the remark. The corner of his lips moved upwards.

  “I…uh…think you’ll find that issue resolved shortly,” he said. “Is that Clive Christian you’re wearing, by the way? It smells nice.” He held his hand out to her. “May I?”

  Alia laughed nervously. “Oh, my perfume?” she said. “It’s some Chanel I got for my birthday a while back.” She pu
t her hand in his. Davis gently brought it up towards face and inhaled. He locked eyes with her. She leaned forward. “Beautiful,” he said. “Absolutely beautiful.”

  Davis lowered his head to her wrist and kissed her softly. Alia’s shoulders fell and she stepped closer to him. He kissed the crook of her arm and then her shoulder. Alia closed her eyes and embraced him with her other hand. At last, he put his lips on hers and they fell into each other.

  I looked at the clock. Five minutes had already passed. Too slow. They’re taking too long! The knock on my door was abrupt and chilling. A young man in a suit with slicked–back hair stood there with a card. I opened the envelope. In neat cursive handwriting it read, “Ten Minutes Left”. Ten more minutes and I’ll never see my wife again. Ten more minutes and I’m gone forever .

  I turned back to the glass partition and watched Alia and Davis in each other’s arms. Davis moved his massive digits over her white blouse. She arched her back as he kissed her neck. His tongue ran along it. Alia bristled and her lip quivered. I watched her hand clench his shoulder as he put his hands on her hips. They swayed back and forth together slowly as they kissed. Pressing on each other hard, he brought her over to the bed and sat her down on it.

  Take her. Just take her . I ran my hands back and forth on my lap. The sight of Davis kissing my wife and holding her tight in her arms was intoxicating. I felt dizzy watching him slowly unclasp the top button of her blouse. It was as if a lightning bolt were striking me again and again. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Alia looked delighted. She reached up and her long painted fingernail slid across the next button. It fell open and her small perfect tits spilled out.

  Self–consciously, she covered them up with her hands. Davis kissed her again and whispered in her ear. She nodded and let her hands fall down slowly. Her pink nipples revealed to him, Davis kissed each one. Alia’s back arched as they disappeared inside his mouth.

  I watched from my seat, feeling the confusion, excitement, and anger flow inside of me. My wife. My wife’s tits . Alia breathed harder and harder as he flicked her nipples with his tongue. She brought her hands up to his face and thrust her chest at him. The sweat rolled down from her neck down to her chest. I imagined the salty sweet taste of my wife’s flesh and tried to imagine what it must be like for her – for him. I listened to the way she moaned – a soft pleading sound – so different from when she was with me. My cock grew hard as I watched them. Some desperate need was awake and alive and electric inside of me. This man is going to fuck my wife .

  I put my hands down my pants. Touching the shaft of my cock, I felt a jolt of pleasure spark up within me. Alia put her soft tiny fingers inside of Davis’ pants. Her eyes went wide at the touch of the big man’s cock. How big? I needed to know. Would he please her better than I could? I needed to know. I watched the form of her hand move back and forth under the soft material of his pants. Davis held her tight on the bed and I felt the cum welling up. My balls ached but I couldn’t let go now. I was too close to seeing it. Fuck her, Davis. Please her like I never could .

  Another knock at the door. I looked at the clock and the young man with the slicked–back hair entered again. He cleared his throat and pointed to the contract I had signed. I looked at it and then over at the clock. Seven minutes. Not enough time, goddamn it!

  “Look, I may be dead but there’s no reason I have to put up with this time pressure,” I said. “I have all eternity to just be a nothing nobody like I was in my life. But I need to see this before I go. You have to give this to me!” The young man looked at me with a neutral expression. He said nothing and walked out the door again. I sat down now and I felt myself floating. I looked down at my hand and saw through it to the carpet below. I am going away. Forever. Just give me this before I go. Please .

  Alia’s small mouth moved over his huge cock. She was kneeling on the floor now in front of him. He sat on the bed, his eyes closed. Her tongue moved up and down, circling his balls. Davis moved his hand over her short hair. He fumbled to gain a hold of it as she went up and down over his massive shaft. She flicked her tongue over the head and looked up at him playfully. Davis looked down at her devilish grin and returned it. I drank in the scene, enjoying the obvious pleasure my wife received from this man, his broad chest and muscular frame for her to explore.

  “Mmmm…this is so much bigger than Todd’s dick,” she said. “I’ve always wanted something like this.” But you were afraid you’d hurt his feelings. Go on finish the sentence . Davis removed his Rolex and casually flicked it towards the end table. I watched Alia’s shoulder blades poke in and out as she wrapped both her hands around his dick and pulled it up and down. Go on, Davis. Fuck her. I need to know before I go .

  I watched as he gently brought her up to the bed and laid her down on it. She squealed with anticipation. He reached up underneath her skirt. Alia bucked her ass up in the air for him and he pulled. The soft white panties glided down her stockinged legs. Alia cooed as he worked them off her tender little feet. She extended her foot to make it last just that little bit longer. The sight of her painted toes splayed out before him made me shiver. With a soft tug, her panties came off. Davis caught her foot as it fell towards the bed. His head bent down towards it and he took each toe in his mouth, staring at her as he tasted them one by one.

  She smiled at first, giggled a little, and then by the time he held her little toe in his mouth, she was moaning. I felt it too. The tiny movements of her head. The flutters of her eyelids. The little sudden up and down movements of her shoulders. Alia was immersed completely in Davis. Still the doubt lingered deep inside me. Will it be worth it? All the years we had been married, we had never shared our deepest secrets with one another.

  Now, as I lay on the operating table in another life, another world, my heart’s beat growing quiet by the minute, there was this final wish granted – the last chance to discover what I had always wanted. Would it be better with another man? A more deserving man? A bigger man? I looked at the clock ticking way, knowing time was short. I had to know. And knowing meant seeing it all through to completion.

  Davis’ massive frame hovered over Alia. He dwarfed her completely yet she lay there smiling, her heart – and legs now open. Fuck her, Davis . I watched as he kissed her long and hard. She felt his hard chest, dragging her fingers lazily over the dark skin. They melded into one another for a moment. Then Davis kneeled before her on the bed and moved his head along her legs. His hands held her hips and slid slowly towards her thighs. Davis hands bunched her skirt up. He made slow circles with his fingers on her hot wet pussy. Alia breathed in sharply as he fingers made contact with her.

  My cock was stiff and I moved a hand down my pants to touch at it. But my hand felt nothing, went through the space where my hard dick should have been. The anger boiled deep within me. I get it. I can watch but not play. Probably somewhere in that damn contract . Still, the need for sexual release grew within me. My balls ached and my stomach tightened. Alia breathed in and out more rapidly. Davis’s tongue lapped at her as he held her pussy lips open with two massive fingers. His large tongue fell down to her ass crack and swept upwards. With each lick, Alia moved more frantically on the bed. She shuddered. Cum for me, please. Cum, please, Alia .

  I stood up and banged on the glass, shouting feverishly like a madman. Each time my arm passed through it as if I were made of nothing but air. I shouted once more.

  The heart monitor beeped and I started to ascend towards the ceiling. The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital’s operating room flooded into my eyes and I turned away. Looking down, I saw myself laying there in the bed. Tubes went into my body and a team of doctors and nurses in gray hospital smocks surrounded me.

  The man nearest me spoke up in a deep familiar voice. “We’re losing him. Let’s get a shot of epinephrine in him, please nurse.” Someone leaned over my body and a moment later, I felt myself descending once again. I blinked once and I was sitting down again in the small room, wa
tching through the glass partition.

  “That’s it,” Alia said. “Keep going! You’re almost there!” I sat forward, waiting for it. I imagined the juices in her pussy about to flood out of her. I sensed the feeling of her hot pussy waiting for Davis’s huge cock. Just cum and I’ll know . I waited to see if the big black man could do something that I had never done in all the years that I had known her. Just a little more . I looked at the clock. Damn you!

  Alia arched her back and Davis stopped. No! She begged. “Please do it again! Please! I was so close!”

  Davis shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her. Alia clutched at him, pulling his pants down. Davis slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Alia ripped at the buttons and fumbled with her skirt. She tore madly at her clothes, trying to take them all off at once while kissing Davis. I heard the blouse rip. At last they were naked together on the bed. Alia brought her tongue up and down Davis’s chest. She grabbed his large chocolate–colored cock and lay there with her legs spread for him.

  “Fuck me,” she said. “Please fuck me. My husband…,” she said. Do it, Davis . She stroked his dick and then pulled it towards her. Davis nodded and smiled. As his prick touched her, she shuddered and cried. “Big!” she yelled.