“Diane?” I realized I had just spilled the beans.
“Yeah, shit – I was trying to be careful. Too late now. She’s Diane and I’m Bob. And we want you to come home with us.”
He smiled. “I see. All right, then. Let’s go.”
He followed me out and we found Diane in the car, waiting by the entrance. I had her slide over and we waited until Marcus fetched his car. I could feel the waves of nervousness emanating from Diane.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just … nervous. What if something goes wrong? What if he robs us or something?”
“That sounds racist. Marcus doesn’t seem like that kind of man.”
“But we don’t know him, do we? He could be a serial killer or something.”
“I doubt that. But you keep close tabs on him and holler if he grabs your jewelry and tries to run, okay?” I rolled my eyes at her.
She made a face and we headed out, Marcus right behind.
We got to our house and I had to admit, I was a little nervous about letting Marcus see where we lived. My original plan had been to get a hotel room, but those plans got lost in the excitement of the moment. I unlocked the door and led them inside and noted that Marcus was already working his magic on Diane. He had his hands on her and kept turning her face toward his for a kiss. She was embarrassed and excited at the same time. I understood – I felt the same way.
“Want a drink?”
Marcus nodded and said, “Something light. I don’t want alcohol to interfere with the experience.”
Diane smiled and said, “How about a couple glasses of wine?” She turned to him. “You like wine, don’t you?”
“Wine would be perfect.”
I poured them a couple of glasses and tried not to hover. I didn’t want Diane to feel she was putting on a performance. It didn’t do any good – just having me there broke the mood. She kept looking over at me when Marcus kissed her or fondled her breasts, as if asking for my approval. It was clear she was too distracted to get aroused.
“Look,” I finally said. “I can see I’m making you nervous. Why don’t you take her into the bedroom and I’ll wait out here.”
Marcus smiled. “My man!” He stood, bent down and picked up Diane as if she weighed nothing! It startled her and I could see she was very pleased at having lost the weight. They disappeared from view.
“Use condoms!” I shouted after them. “They’re in the nightstand!”
As much as I wanted to see Diane with Marcus, I felt it would take away from her moment, so I stayed on the couch and listened. At first, I could barely hear any sounds. They must’ve been breaking the ice. I knew she was still shy. Minutes passed. Then, imperceptibly, I heard Diane’s voice rising up… and up… and up. Whatever was happening, it sounded good! It went on for a long time.
I couldn’t stop myself. I snuck down the hall and hovered around the door. It was closed, but I knew there was no lock on it. I listened and heard Diane make noises I had never heard before. Underneath was a rhythmic creaking of the bed. They were fucking! I grasped the doorknob and slowly turned it. I peered through the tiny crack and it was a wonder to behold: Diane was naked, on her back, the broad torso of Marcus over her, driving himself into her again and again. She writhed and yelped and for a moment it seemed she was in pain, but her words told me differently.
“Oh god! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh my god!” She had lost all brain function, it seemed. She kept repeating those words over and over. Sometimes what she said wasn’t words at all. Diane clung to his thick arms, her legs wide apart and just let him have his way with her. It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. My cock was rock hard and I really wanted to see Marcus’ cock in action. But I dared not go in. I watched until I could see the sheen of sweat forming on Marcus’ back and heard Diane just about lose her mind. He was like a piston, pounding her!
Suddenly, he bellowed and cried out, stiffening against her. She gave a big yelp and fell back, her heels jerking against his butt, pulling him deeper into her. My god, it was wild! I had never seen Diane act like that during lovemaking, not in twenty-one years.
I carefully closed the door and tiptoed away, my mind reeling. I felt good, like a man who had searched high and low for just the right Christmas present and the wife had just unwrapped it and said she loved it. I also felt jealous and sad, because I knew I could never bring her to such heights!
It was a strange combination of sensations.
I sat on the couch, expecting them to come out in a half-hour or so. Imagine my surprise when I heard them at it again! My god, what kind of beast had I found in Marcus? How could he get it up again after all that? I knew I never could. Diane’s voice rose up and it had a new sense of urgency, like she couldn’t believe it was happening, either.
Once again, I found myself outside their door, peeking in. This time, Diane was on her knees on the bed, her face flat on the sheet, her arms forward to grip whatever she could grab. Marcus was kneeling behind her, stroking himself into her. This time, I could see his cock! It was nearly twice as big as mine. It was encased in a tight condom that barely seemed to fit as he shoved it into my wife again and again. Her pussy bulged around it as it went in and there was a froth of white around it. His hands gripped her hips tightly, leaving red marks, and he used her like a rag doll, pulling him onto his cock and pushing her away.
Diane was yelping and crying and making all sorts of noises. It didn’t sound like she was having as much fun and I almost came in when I heard her say, “Oh fuck me! Yes! Do it! DO IT! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it! Give me that huge black cock!”
Diane is a reserved woman and to hear her say those nasty things shocked me. My jaw dropped and I couldn’t believe it. How could Marcus turn her into a shrieking slut so easily?
He sped up and I knew they were nearly finished. I should’ve snuck away but I couldn’t. I watched as he bellowed his release once again and Diane screamed something intelligible and they collapsed onto the bed. I used that opportunity to sneak away.
They came out forty minutes later. Marcus looked much the same, only more mellow. But Diane! Diane was a sight! Her hair was messed up, her makeup smeared, there were marks on her neck and arms. But most of all, there was this thousand-yard stare she had. She didn’t seem to walk as much as float to the chair across from the couch and sat. She winced and readjusted herself and stared in my general direction.
Marcus tipped his head at me. “Your wife is an angel,” he told me. “Thanks for giving me this opportunity. I’ll leave the two of you alone now. Call me if you’d like to see me again.”
I don’t even know what I said as I walked him to the door and shook his hand, which was rather weird – like I was thanking him for ruining my wife! Because that’s what I thought had just happened. I just wanted him gone so I could check on Diane’s welfare.
He left and I hurried to Diane’s side. “Honey?”
It took a minute for her eyes to focus on me.
“Honey? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
She stared a moment longer, then she smiled. “Oh no, dear. I’m fine. I’m really fine.” Her voice sounded breathy and far away.
“Would you like some more wine?”
“Yes, that would be nice.”
I grabbed her glass and poured her some more wine. I handed it to her and she took a sip. Some color came back to her cheeks. She blinked and sighed and settled back into her chair.
“Was it … bad?”
She looked at me like I had gone crazy. “Bad? Oh, no, dear. It was far from bad. Hah!” She shook her head.
“So it was … good then?” I was confused. I mean, it had seemed good when I had watched, but it had also seemed like she was being abused. I really thought he had been too much for poor, reserved Diane.
She took another sip and another deep breath. “Wow. How do I describe it? All my life, I have been making love to one man. It’s been … nice. Quiet. I think we know that you are a decent man but not the greates
t lover. Oh, don’t get upset – that’s why you wanted to find me someone like Marcus, right?”
I could only nod.
“So… On a scale of one to ten, let’s say you were a three. Or four. Well, three. Okay? On that same scale, Marcus is a …” She screwed up her face as if thinking hard. “… about a hundred and five!”
I sank back on my haunches, shocked. “That … good?”
“You make love to me like butterfly kisses,” she continued. “Marcus… well, Marcus owns me. He treats my body like his own personal playground. Marcus sends me places I’ve only read about in books! Oh my.”
I stood up and poured myself a glass of wine. I’m not much of a drinker, but I felt I needed it. I took a big swallow.
I had a question to ask and it was a big one. “So…” I began, trying to sound casual, “did you get it out of your system, then?”
I watched her expression. She blinked and gave her shoulders a little shake and sat there for a few minutes. I almost repeated the question and held off. A long moment passed before she said, “Oh hell no!”
Her words were like a stab to my heart. “But honey! We agreed! It was just going to be a one-time thing!”
She stared up at me. “For twenty years, I’ve been the faithful wife. I’ve raised our kids, I’ve slept with you every night. Whenever you wanted to make love, I was there for you, even though I wasn’t getting all I needed out of it. I know you know what I’m talking about. So one day, after the kids are gone, you surprise me by telling me it would turn you on if I fooled around. Cuckolding, it’s called, Bob. I looked it up. I’m not naïve. I felt shy about it, because I’ve always been the dutiful wife, quiet and circumspect. But then, I thought, hell, why not? Why not experience something I’ve never really had before? And Marcus was very nice! I mean, polite. He was a gentleman. So I thought, just like you, that I would do this and ‘get it out of my system’ and we’d go on from there.”
She paused to take another sip of wine. I tried to absorb what she was telling me.
“So he comes over and … wow. I mean, WOW! I have never felt anything like that in twenty years. Hell, longer. I didn’t I was capable of it! Now, I admit, I’m all worn out. I’m frazzled. But if you ask me in a day or two if I’m willing to give it all up, well, I have to tell you, Bob…” She shook her head, “Hell no!”
“So… you want to see Marcus again?”
She nodded. “Marcus. Maybe one or two of his friends. Ralph, down at the grocery store, who I’ve been flirting with for ten years… Yeah. I’m ready. I’m ready to live!”
“But… But…” I was sputtering.
“Oh, come on, Bob, you know you love it. Otherwise, you would never have brought it up. You have your fantasies, now I have mine!”
A question surfaced in my brain and in my emotional state, I allowed it to slip to my tongue before I could apply the censors. “Do you think I could watch sometime?” I knew, as soon as I had said it, that it marked me as a pathetic cuckold, just like she said.
Her expression was more of a sneer. “Maybe. If you’re good.”
Everything changed after that night. For twenty years, I had had a loyal wife and now, because of some crazy fantasy of mine, it all came apart. Marcus became a regular part of our lives. And his buddy, Leon, as well. And yes, Ralph from the grocery store, although he just lasted one time. Apparently, his white cock didn’t do it for her. Diane had become addicted to big black cocks.
And me? Well, I guess you could say I got what I deserved. Diane started treating me differently from that night on. She was almost scornful of my pathetic attempts to make love to her. She’d tell me she wasn’t in the mood or she was too sore. I knew she just didn’t want to bother with me. She’d had enough of my unsatisfying love-making efforts.
“But Diane,” I said at one point, about three weeks after she had started her new life, “what about me? I have needs too!”
She sneered. “You had needs. Your needs have been met for twenty years and now it’s my turn. Besides, doesn’t it turn you on to think about me with Marcus?”
“Well, yeah,” I had to admit. “But I never thought I’d be … banned from your body!”
“You’ll just have to get used to it.”
“But … but… I should at least be allowed to watch!” So far, I hadn’t been invited into the bedroom and had to survive on the occasional peek.
“What’s the point? It’s not like you’re going to learn some new techniques or anything. What I need now it a big black cock – can you provide that? No. So forget it.”
I suddenly felt very inadequate. “Hey, that’s not fair.”
“It’s just the truth, Bob.” She paused and looked off into the distance. “There is something we could try that would make you feel more like a part of the action, but I don’t know if you’d want to try it.”
“Yes!” I said at once. “Please! What do I have to do?”
“Lock up your dick in one of those little cages.”
I was stunned. “What? Hell no!”
She shrugged. “Up to you – I can’t force you to do it. But if you did, you’d be allowed to lick my pussy regularly. Plus, Marcus might feel more inclined to invite you into the bedroom.”
“But … what about making love?”
She gave me a pitying look. “Like I said, Bob, you had your fun.”
She left it up to me and I held out for two weeks – two weeks of being banned from the bedroom when Marcus or Leon came over and rejected by my wife in between times. I even offered to give her oral sex if I could be close to her body but she refused.
“No,” she told me, “not until your cock is safely locked up. Marcus doesn’t want that little thing around my pussy anymore.”
So I gave in. I ordered a cock cage. Diane helped me pick out a nice steel one. She informed me that I would not have control of the key and if I begged her to unlock me, she’d give the key to Marcus. I would be screwed if that happened.
While we waited for it, an odd thing happened. The night we ordered it, Diane told me I could make love to her. I was startled – and instantly aroused. It had been a month. “All right!” I said as we made our way to bed.
“Just don’t come inside me,” she added and I paused.
“What?”
“You heard me. You can come on top of my pussy, if you’d like.”
Normally, we only use condoms when it’s near her fertile time of the month. She can’t take the pill – something about her hormones. I knew she was safe tonight and I should be allowed to come inside her, but her offer sounded better than nothing, so that’s what we did. I almost forgot but at the last second, I pulled out and squirted my small offering on her mound.
“Good boy,” she told me, like I was a dog or something. “Now, clean me off, please.” She pushed my head down.
“Let me get a tissue,” I protested.
“No!” She said it so sharply, I was taken aback.
“Lick it up. Be a good boy and you can fuck me again later.”
She didn’t have to say that twice! I didn’t know what had come over her, but I wasn’t about to argue. I bent down and licked up all my seed, not finding it too bad at all. She snuggled with me and told me I had done a good job.
The next night, Marcus came over and they were kept busy all evening. I had to go sleep in the guest room, which was fast becoming my regular stop. I could hear them in there and it sounded like she was having another out-of-body experience. I could never get her to come like that!
On the third night, Diane told me she was sore, but I would be allowed to jerk off on her body because I had been so good in agreeing to wear the cage. After listening to them the previous night, I was pretty horny, so I agreed at once. She just lay there while I beat off, smiling now and then. When I came, it squirted all the way up to her breasts. She made a face and said, “Clean me up, honey.”
I hesitated and she didn’t have to say a word. She just shot me this warning look and I ben
t down and began to clean her off with my tongue. I still wasn’t sure why she was making me do it.
The package came the next day and Diane made a big production of it. She opened it and pulled out all the pieces and started reading the directions. Marcus was coming over later that night and I hoped we could have some private time before he got there. “I don’t really want to share this with Marcus,” I told her. “I feel inadequate enough as it is.”
“We’ll see. You have been a good boy, haven’t you? Why don’t you go into the shower and shave your balls and cock, then come out and I’ll help put it on.”
“What? You want me to … what?”
“You heard me. The instructions say it will pinch and pull out your hairs anyway, so it’s for your own comfort.”
That did make some sense and I certainly did not want my hairs pulled out! So I went in and shaved, feeling like a twelve-year-old kid again. Diane made me lie on the bed while she lay out the equipment. It took her a few minutes to figure out how it all fit together. It felt very strange – and confining – to have it put on. I started to get hard at one point and Diane simply slapped my cock, causing it to shrink.
“Hey!”
“That’s what the directions say!” she told me. “It’s either that or ice.”
I managed to keep my composure during the remainder of the procedure. When I heard that lock click into place, I wondered how often I’d be released. It was a question I should’ve asked before, but I was thinking so much about having more access to Diane’s body, I neglected to. She held up the key, which was on a fine chain, and announced, “Now I’m going to have to hide this when you’re at work.”
“How long do I have to wear it?” I finally asked her.
She tipped her head and smiled at me. “It says that three months, initially, is best.”
“Three months! No way! I can’t stand to have this on for three months!” I had been thinking it was more of a party game thing. Bring it out when we felt sexy and put it away later. I never expected I’d have to wear it to work!
“That’s what it says,” she insisted. “For best results, I mean. Let’s leave it on for a week, just to get you used to it, okay?”
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