by Lainey Fox
“The kitchen is clean now. Would you care to retire to the bedroom? There’s enough room for all of us.”
He smiled, winking in John’s direction. Amy felt him seize up beside her.
“Come, darling,” she said, tugging on John’s arm.
Begrudgingly, John followed his wife. Amy’s heart leapt into her throat. She was sandwiched between the two of them, following Damien into a room of endless opportunities.
He Watches
Damien’s bed was covered in a silk red cover. Amy sat down on the edge and looked between her husband and her lover. She enjoyed the deep cut of her dress. Her breasts moved slowly up and down; she was nervous.
“How would you like to play a game?” Damien asked.
“What kind of game?” John replied with a sneer.
Damien walked over to his bureau, opening the top drawer. He took out a silk scarf which he ran between his fingers.
“A guessing game,” Damien said. “Now, who wants to be first?”
Amy and John glanced at each other. She shrugged, John glared. Damien walked over to her, cupping her chin. He kissed her once, softly.
“I guess you’re going first,” he whispered in her ear.
Amy arched her back. Her breathing became slow and ragged as Damien tied the cloth around her eyes. She could hear him step back next to John.
“Now dove, you’re going to guess which one of us fine young gentlemen is touching you. The game is simple. If you guess right, we’ll let you reach climax. But if you guess wrong, then you’ll be the one catering to our needs.”
She could feel a warm hand reach around and unzip the back of her dress. A second hand took off her shoes and placed them at the foot of the bed. Her dress fell to the floor with a muted thud.
“Ready?” Damien asked.
Amy was pushed back on the bed by a warm pair of hands. The satin felt cool on her naked back. Suddenly, she felt her thong ripped off, and a cool tongue brushed against her thigh. Kisses were planted on the inside; she felt a warmth spreading throughout her body. She knew she had to try to distinguish between the two men, but she felt herself getting lost somewhere soft and in-between.
The soft kisses soon turned into nibbles, followed by long licks from her entrance up to her clit. Amy squirmed as the mouth between her legs attacked her eager pussy. The red shoots were turning darker, wet with sweat and Amy’s womanly wetness running down her leg. She balled handfuls of the fabric in her fists, straining against the burning feelings building inside. Amy already knew who was eating her out. It was easy, only Damien could make her body feel this way. She was on the edge of cumming when he unfairly pulled away. Amy sighed and whined, begging her lover to return.
“You can’t cum yet dove,” Damien chided her. “You haven’t guessed which one of us was tasting your sweetness.”
“It was you Damien!” Amy called out. “Please,” she begged. “Please let me cum!”
“Of course it was me, “Damien said, returning to his meal. “You are mine, and that means I have you first.”
Damien’s tongue returned to Amy’s clit, dancing and sucking on the erect bud. Amy pushed her hips up, grinding her sex against Damien’s warm lips. Her dark lover placed a hand underneath Amy’s ass, easily supporting her weight and arched back. He hungrily lapped at her sex while using his other hand to tease her empty hole. Amy was nearing her zenith, her moans ringing out through the room. She didn’t know where John was or what he was doing. He could be pouting, he could be masturbating, he may of even left. Right now, Amy didn’t care. All she wanted to do was cum.
Feeling his dove on the edge of the coming wave, Damien inserted two fingers into her pussy. Amy’s womanhood was ravenous, grasping onto Damien’s thick fingers and begging for more. With the confident finesse Damien always possessed, his fingers and tongue worked in unison, teasing the orgasm from Amy’s core. Each flick of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers was choreographed, designed to instill as much pleasure as possible unto his lover.
Amy’s body exploded under Damien’s skilled touch. Her muscles gave out and she would have collapsed back onto the bed if Damien hadn’t been supporting her. The shock of the orgasm wracked through Amy’s body, lighting each cell in a fire of bliss. Damien never stopped licking and finger fucking Amy as her body journeyed through it’s waves of ecstasy. It took her several minutes to regain control of all her muscles. Once under hew own faculties, Damien gently let her down back onto the bed. Amy laid there, basking in her own cum, waiting for what Damien had in store.
Her Husband Watches:
Going Black 3
Book 3 of Her Husband Watches: Going Black
By Lainey Fox
Copyright © 2015 by Laney Fox
& Scarlet Lantern Publishing
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
John Submits
Damien excused himself and went to the bathroom to freshen up. John took this as an opportunity to look at his wife. She was lying across the silken sheets, still blindfolded, with her legs crossed. Her arms were draped over her head. She was glowing after what Damien had done to her. Part of John wanted to leave the two alone. Damien was clearly far more advanced than he was and this made John nervous. He wasn’t sure what else was in store for him this evening, but it couldn’t be good.
Damien was taking a long time in the bathroom. What would it matter if he disappeared? Amy probably wouldn’t care, he figured. But she looked quite ravishing in the orange and yellow light. He could feel himself growing hard as he lusted after her body. John’s desire was clouding all reason.
Damien exited the bathroom and advanced towards Amy. He made John sit in the leather chair, told him he would wait his turn.
“After I’m done, she’s all yours,” Damien crooned.
John sat in the chair and gripped the arms. He watched as Damien spread Amy out on the bed, his tongue hungrily covering the surface of her body. Amy responded by sighing with pleasure. John felt as though he was on the verge of tears. Not wanting to humiliate himself in front of his wife and her lover, he bit the inside of his cheek. He’d watched plenty of videos with threesomes, some even including a husband and wife. Though John thought the videos were wildly arousing, he was in no way happy about seeing this played out in real life.
John rested his head on his fist. He tried to look away, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from his moaning wife. He had never been able to make Amy call out like that. John thought back to when they were younger, only a few years after they’d gotten married. Had Amy ever felt like that when she was with him, or had he always been a hapless lover? Though he wanted to leave, he felt as though he were stuck in the chair. There was nothing he could do but watch as Damien took to his wife.
A strange mixture of hatred and horniness coursed through John’s body. He was torn between touching himself and biting down on his fingers to stop himself. Damien’s presence was intense; he filled the whole room with his broad shoulders, and large hands. Even his hips were large, jutting out on either side like muted black wings. John resolved to stay in the chair and watch. Hopefully he would be included when Damien was done.
Though Amy was blindfolded, she could tell it was still Damien that touched her. The way he grazed her collarbone with his teeth, his fingers plucking at her clit; it couldn’t have been anyone else. Though Amy couldn’t see John, she knew he was somewhere in the room. She could feel his angry presence from a mile away. This didn’t bother her whatsoever. It served John right for feeling humiliated by Damien. He had left her to wither away in the bed while he worked late nights at the offi
ce. She felt like the luckiest woman alive for finding Damien. His strength and resolve were enchanting. Everything about him felt seductive, even the way he looked at her from over his wineglass.
Damien inserted his once again hard rod slowly inside Amy, letting her feel the pulsing of his head. He worked his way in and out, making sure she was still good and wet before he continued. Amy’s breath hitched in her throat as Damien pushed himself further inside her. Her sex was raw and her sense of touch heightened from the recent orgasms. She was certain his veins coursed with fire instead of blood.
Damien placed a warm hand beneath Amy’s back, flipping her onto her stomach. Amy gripped the satin bed sheets, preparing herself for when he would enter her again. She could feel herself spilling small puddles onto the sheets, a river of stickiness that would make it easy for Damien to penetrate her. He was harder than onyx, which only made Amy wetter. Damien pushed himself inside her so hard that she cried out. He took one hand and pushed her further onto the bed.
He then proceeded to massage her thighs and waistline, making sure to press down on the areas she was especially sensitive. He left railroads of pink and red across her back, his teeth and fingers digging into her pale skin as if she were a feast and he was a starving beggar. Amy’s body was exploding with each touch. Her head pushed into the increasingly bunched up sheets with each thrust. The familiar feeling of orgasm surfaced once again, pushing her body into the intoxicating realm.
Damien continued his assault from behind as his lover’s body was wracked in pleasure. Her pussy squeezed tightly around Damien’s massive cock. Her body was trying to milk the cum from it; begging to be filled with the hot sticky liquid. Damien’s body complied with Amy’s request. He pushed his length into Amy, filling her completely and eliciting a whimpering moan. His monstrous member pulsed with life, each throb sending a stream of cum deep inside. Once Damien was empty, Amy collapsed to the bed in exhaustion. Cum slowly dripped from her well used hole.
Damien, showing no signs of tiredness, walked over to John, who was on the verge of tears.
“John,” Damien stated plainly, as if talking to an acquaintance. It’s your job to clean up you wife now that she has been properly fucked.”
John just stared into Damien’s eyes. He saw that the large black man that had just fucked his wife was serious. Slowly, John stood and approached the bed. Damien smiled and turned to Amy.
“Amy, roll onto your back my dove.”
Amy did as Damien instructed, waves of pleasure still coursing through her body.
“John, I want you to clean your woman. She can’t leave her being left a mess. Please make sure she is neat and tidy once you are done,” Damien instructed.
Amy was breathing hard, her senses heightened as a result of her voluntary blindness. She could smell the remains of spices wafting through the air. She could hear John’s ragged breathing. She could even hear the beating of her own heart. It pulsed loudly in her ears. If Damien were closer, he would surely be aroused at how quick her heartbeat was. That was the kind of man he was- even the simplest of things gave him endless pleasure.
John got on his knees at the end of the bed and dragged Amy’s hips towards him. He began to lick her, slow at first, then hard. He could taste the mixture of his wife’s and Damien’s cum. The thought of licking up another man’s cum from his wife’s pussy both humiliated and turned John on at the same time. His half hard cock was in an odd state of aroused humiliation. John half heartedly licked at his wife’s sex, unsure what exactly was expected of him.
“John, John, John,” Damien chided. “You really aren’t doing a good job. I said you need to really get in there, make sure your wife is taken care of.”
Damien placed his hand on the back of John’s head and pressed him towards his wife. John’s nose was brushing against Amy’s clit, causing her to squirm. He could smell the distinct scent of sex and cum filling his nostrils. John struggled to take each breath as Damien forced him upon his own wife.
Realizing Damien wasn’t going to let him go until he was done, John pressed his tongue into Amy’s hole. She was both slick and sticky. Damien’s cum began to coat John’s tongue with each lick. John kept at it, determined to finish his job so Damien would release him. He made sure to lick both inside and out, paying special attention to her dripping entrance. When he heard Amy sigh, John felt relief course through his body. His wife was actually turned on by his touch, turning him on. John’s erection poked into the satin of the bed. He longed to be inside her, to feel her warmth covering him all over, but he knew that was no longer his place. Amy’s cunt now belonged to Damien.
“What should I do now?” John asked quietly, his face covered in a mixture of cum.
“I want you to take off her blindfold. Keep your back to me,” Damien said.
John did as he was told, tossing the blindfold on the satin bed sheets. Damien had turned on his stereo while John had cleaned Amy. The music playing was sung in a language he didn’t recognize; it might have been Italian. Amy seemed to be enjoying it. John stood with his back to Damien and waited.
Damien walked slowly towards John, working warm lube onto his erect cock. He was going to take John behind in order to teach him a lesson about who was in charge. Amy sat up on her elbows, her eyes wide with curiosity. She watched as Damien took one dark hand and reached under John, brushing against his asshole and cupping his balls. John wasn’t sure where to look so he closed his eyes, accepting his fate. Damien pulled his smooth hand away and replaced it with his cock. John could feel the tip of Damien’s superior manhood brushing softly against his butt.
Damien’s hands traveled upwards, grasping John’s pecks. He pinched John’s nipples, eliciting a yelp. Damien smiled to himself before pushing John forward, opening Amy’s former lover to his enormous tool. Damien inserted himself slowly in John, so as not to startle him. John gritted his teeth, holding back the cries of pain as Damien worked his way inside. John moaned but was unsure if it was from pleasure or pain. The only thing he knew for certain was that both he and his wife belonged to Damien and there was nothing else that could be done.
Amy sat at the far end of the bed, enraptured in the scene playing out before her. Damien looked over at her, a wide smile on his face. She let her mouth fall open slightly, a sign that she was becoming turned on. The music was still playing softly, though it sounded much further away.
“The next time you think about fucking your wife,” Damien started, “you bring her to me instead.” He pushed harder against John, who was letting out small cries of pleasure.
“She’s not yours to keep, John. She’s now belongs to me. As do you. Do you understand John?”
“I don’t know,” John whimpered.
John was so close to cumin that his legs began to shake. He braced his arms against the bed, trying to keep his balance.
“What was that?” Damien commanded, thrusting himself inside of John while simultaneously smacking his ass.
“Yes!” John cried out. “I understand,” he said before cumming, splashing his seed onto the side of Damien’s bed.
Damien finished inside of John, leaving him full of cum, just as he had done with Amy. John fell with a crumple to the floor. He was weak from lust. Damien cleaned himself off with a towel which he threw at John afterwards.
“Clean yourself up and take Amy home. Remember what I told you,” Damien sternly directed his gaze to the man balled up on the floor.
John found himself just nodding to Damien. As they got dressed in silence Damien toyed with his record player. He had shrugged on a pair of jeans but he left his shirt on the floor. Amy put her stockings back on, sneaking a look at Damien. She loved how muscular his shoulders were. His spine jutted out in certain places and there was a small scar on his left flank. Amy sat on her hands so as not to reach out and involuntarily touch him. Damien walked John and Amy to the front door, his hand around her waist. He kissed her on the cheek and patted John firmly on the shoulder before closing
the door.
John hesitated awkwardly on the front stoop, pools of yellow light illuminating their bodies.
“Shall we then?” Amy asked, practically bouncing to the car.
“Sure,” John quietly responded.
They walked quietly to the car. Amy took the keys from John and drove them home.
In His Place
The next day Amy woke up late. It was a Saturday morning and she didn’t need to do anything that day besides laundry and perhaps a bit of vacuuming. John would be out for a few hours running errands. She didn’t need to worry about discussing what had happened the other night, John seemed to understand. She knew that Damien had exerted power over John; whether he liked it or not, he had become Damien’s submissive.
In light of the promise of the evening, the day seemed to drag on. After completing her household chores, Amy attempted to get some work done on her laptop. The kids were playing on the porch, coloring the wood with bright pieces of chalk. Amy didn’t mind; the rain would wash it all away. She looked up from her typing to find her daughter had drawn an enormous yellow sun on the floor of the porch. Amy’s groin instantly began to tingle. Thoughts of Damien in his fiery lit house began to wash over her like a warm wave. She found herself staring at the sun, unable to focus on anything else. It wasn’t until her daughter started calling her by name that she realized she’d been drifting off.
