nocluescooby
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At the suggestion of Sir James, Paul spent the day with Maureen and I had the opportunity to spend the day with Cathy. He thought it would be a good experience for us cuckolds to talk and vent with the other's spouse. Secretly, I was thrilled. While my wife was still my wife, and I had an even stronger desire for her than I had for some time, I had started to have an increasing interest in Cathy. I knew that she was totally off limits sexually. Sir James had made this clear. I suspected that his motivation may have been to further the distance between the wives and the cuckolds. Anyway, he had claimed that he had plans for the day and didn't want us to have time alone with our wives and this was his edict.
After Sir James left, Paul nervously asked Maureen if she wanted to go out for coffee. She agreed, also uneasy, and they had left. Cathy had gone to her bedroom to change.
"What do you want to do?" Cathy called.
"Let's drive out to the coast," I offered.
"Sounds great! Go get your car and I'll meet you out front."
I knew I should not do what I was about to undertake. But I simply could not help myself as I slipped down the hall towards Cathy's bedroom. The door was ajar and I was able to spy her. She was topless with her back to me. I admired the smooth, milk white skin of her back, curved gently-so female and enticing. She was looking in her dresser mirror, admiring the 2 inch gold hoops that now adorned her large inviting nipples. She was gently touching and toying them. My already stiff cock dripped seeing her naturally touching herself.
Suddenly I was caught, as her eyes lifted and saw me in the doorway!
"My, my, my, Ben! You really like watching me!" Cathy said coyly.
"I, umm, well . . . I couldn't help myself," I stammered.
"It's okay! I actually like it!" she said with a giggle and winked. "Now, be a good Boy Toy and go get the car!"
With that I exited and did as told. It was a sunny day, warm and already in the high 70's. I put the top of the BMW down and parked in front of her house. She was wearing a loose fitting, button down cotton top with short sleeves and shorts. I got out of the car and opened the door for her.
"Thank you," She said with a smile and a sly glance over her shoulder as entered.
I turned out westbound toward the coast. I found myself a little intimidated by Cathy, and how attracted I had become.
"So, Ben, how are you liking being cuckolded?" Cathy brazenly asked, breaking the silence.
"Well, I think it's hot!" I replied. "I miss sex very much, though. But the nature of the sexual twist has been so erotic. Maureen has been totally into Sir James, and I'm not sure where I stand with her right now."
"She's enjoying him, sure," Cathy said. "You have to understand that she feels entitled. After all you were caught pants down, so to speak. Then, you agreed to let these men into her secret to get yourself off the hook. You can be sure that she knows that you didn't think she'd find out when you agreed to it."
"Yeah, but that's not unlike the situation Paul got himself into, is it?" I asked.
"How so? How did he say we met the Masters?"
I retold Paul's tale of his bookie selling his debt as he had relayed it.
Cathy burst out in laughter when I finished. "Not quite! Actually, he wanted me to have sex with another man in front of him. I wasn't interested at all. Time went by and he kept asking and asking. Then, one Saturday when I wanted to spend the day together he decided to go golfing with his friends for the day, instead! So, I decided to get back at him and posted some pictures of myself on the internet. Well, there were LOTS of emails flowing in response, as you can imagine. That's when I found Sir James, and his friends. When he got home that night I gave him the cold shoulder, and cut him off for sex. I kept him with blue balls all week as I got to know Sir James, and had even met him. Come Saturday night I told Paul that I had decided to give him his wish, but on my terms. I tied him down before they arrived. He had imagined one thing. I would have one night, one time, with a white man. Imagine his surprise at three black men showing up! He hadn't really been as attentive as I would have liked for some time, and getting his wish was far more than he had thought of. I decided that since he wanted me to essentially act like a little whore, I'd oblige him! He was clearly shaken, and still is!"
"How is your relationship holding up?" I asked.
"He is obeying, but distant. I know it turns him on, and it has made him yearn for me back. But, I'm not sure that he can handle it long term."
"Ah. So, what do you like best about cuckolding?"
"There are several things I like very much," Cathy started. "I like having seized this erotic power over my husband. I have turned the classic roles upside down. Now I am the head, and he follows! Most women, me included, don't mind the classic role of a wife. Pleasing a strong husband can be a turn on. But, it can get old. Now, after years of the relationship, it's reversed. And I have to admit it's kind of nice! For that matter I seem to have extended my 'power', if you will, and have you at my call, too!"
"Yeah," I said dreamy, glancing over at her.
"Then, you have to take into account the sex. Sir James has great drive and cums very heavy, as you know!" Cathy giggled giddily. "How many wives can claim to have been sexually pleased as I have been? Not many. And all this is with essentially with no down side. Paul can't say anything about it. After all, he begged me to start it!"
When we got to the coast I turned south on 101 to enjoy the scenery with Cathy.
"So, you seem to like seeing me nude . . . how much did you like seeing me fucking Sir James that first day?" Cathy questioned. Ever since that day, I had come to know this raw sexual nature of her, and it turned me on.
"I like it very much, as I'm sure you know!"
"Details, details!! I want to know EXACTLY what turned you on."
"Okay, you and Maureen have similar builds, as you know. So you know that you are very much my type. Well, I have this surreal kink about white women having sex with black men. I had never seen it before. I watched as your body reacted to him. I yearned as I saw him holding your hips and your bright pink lips were stretched around his dark cock. And I was unable to just turn away. I saw him holding you-taking you-right before me, with such power that your breasts pounded back and fourth and skin shook!" I realized that reliving the experience in Cathy's presence had caused my cock to drip copious amounts of precum, so much that there was a clear wet spot on my shorts which Cathy was glancing at!
"Hmmmm," she said. I had been watching the road and now noticed that her hand had wandered and was resting on her pussy. I could clearly see the hoops through her shirt and her hard nipples strained the fabric outward. "Pull over and get a room, Ben!"
I was shocked, and absolutely thrilled! I quickly found an oceanfront motel and got a room. Once inside, I started to undress her.
"No," she commanded. "I just want you to lick my pussy. Remember your place! We are all under the black masters. I am a white woman, therefore above you. You are my boy toy, and will do as I wish! Now, remove my shorts."
I did as she directed. Cathy rested her tummy on the bed and spread her legs on the floor.
"Now . . . lick, lick, lick Ben! This is your chance to show me how turned on you are!"
I did, and for hours I enjoyed the nectar of Cathy's essence.
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