One day, about a month after Randy had moved in, he popped his head out of the master
bedroom door and called out, “Bryce, how’d you like to watch tonight as I take my little
white slut?”
Bryce felt a lump in his throat. He had never seen them make love, and he wanted to
watch badly. The humiliation of knowing his little white wife submitted to Randy had
turned Bryce on, and as much as Michelle needed him, Bryce needed her. He had rarely been
able to see his wife’s creamy sweet breasts and pussy since Randy and Michelle’s
relationship progressed. Bryce had occasionally been permitted to give Michelle oral sex
when Randy was done with her, as well as the occasional flash of her tits. Bryce
cherished these moments and wished they were more frequent.
“Yes, Master Randy! I would very much like to see,” Bryce responded.
“OK. The only thing is that you have to stay all night and watch it ALL, and I don’t
want to hear a peep from you, no matter how many times I take my woman, or how.”
“Yes, Sir. I promise to stay and keep quite.”
“Well then get undressed and come on in!” he said with a smile.
Bryce went to his room and undressed as ordered, then entered the master bedroom. He saw
Michelle tied spread eagle on their marital bed. Her Black lover had marked her up with
dark black and blue hickies, all around her nipples and at the soft of her tummy above her
pussy! Michelle was blindfolded and wearing headphones. Her pussy, once snug petite pink
lips, betrayed the stretching that sex with Randy had wrought. His wife’s labia lips were
now extended outward, loose, and darker in color. The other thing that Bryce noticed was
that her pubic hair was shaven now. Bryce missed the thick, dark patch that was once
there. He used to love her pubic hair was over grown, and to cum in it and make it
nappy.
Marking was often a topic of conversation at the cuckold group. ‘Why was it that the
Black lovers so loved to leave hickies all over our wives breasts, tummies and upper
thighs?’ The husband’s all kept asking each other, as if they didn’t know. But just
beneath the surface they all knew that it was all about letting them know in the most
primal sense that this Black man has had his way with their white wife.
Randy pointed to a chair in the corner, “Sit!”
Bryce did. Then Randy proceeded to tie him securely, with his hand just able to reach
his cock.
Without another word Randy climbed onto the bed and started to touch Bryce’s wife - graze
of a fingertip here and there, causing occasional moans from Michelle. His palms glided
up her pale thighs to grip her hips, as a sharp gasp escaped Michelle’s plump lips. She
was wearing her bright pink lipstick, which Bryce always loved because it perfectly
highlighted the aqua of her eyes and ice-blonde hair. Randy’s dark hands explored her at
will, causing deeper erotic tones to resonate from within Michelle’s inner sexual being.
Bryce was in awe of the sight before him. He was spellbound as he watched Randy’s dark
hand seize Michelle’s heavily marked breast. He pulled it to his mouth, and started
sucking hard on her yielding areole. Bryce had longed to see Randy sexing Michelle for so
long, and had masturbated thinking about it countless times, that he could hardly believe
that he was finally seeing them in action. When Bryce fantasized about this moment in the
past his cock would always get rock hard. Strangely, his manhood was not at maximum
rigidity at this moment. It was hard, but felt abnormally cumbersome, thick and heavy
with erotic passion. The tip was already moist with unbidden pre-cum. Bryce resisted
the urge to touch it yet because he knew that he was unlikely to be able to hold out for
long once he succumbed.
Randy was still taking full pleasure in Michelle’s breast, as her moans of pleasure rose
in intensity, and her breath grew increasingly rapid. Bryce was immediately aware that he
was about to witness his wife experience an orgasm by another man for the first time in
his life! Randy’s free hand went straight for her pussy, and started to swirl her clit in
a slow, definitive and decisive motion. It was such a tease, knowing as he must, that she
was already on the verge. The net effect of his attack was to draw out her orgasm, and
lengthen the moment as she converged upon the cusp. Just then Michelle let out a sound so
sensually raw from within that her husband had been unaware her vocal chords could have
produced it - an uninhibited, erotically charged resonance that could best be recalled as
this:
“UOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh -(half second
of complete silence, and then) AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhuuuu!”
Bryce’s cock throbbed at the sight and sound of his wife yielding in sexual climax to her
lover. It created strange and conflicting feelings within Bryce. Never had Michelle made
such a throaty sound during sex with him, and to hear it tore him with jealousy and desire
to try. On the other hand, that sound was of such sheer pleasure and so erotic that Bryce
knew it would be with him forever.
Randy proceeded to rise up and swing his leg over Michelle’s curvy hips. The thickness
of his cock was full, and Bryce was struck by the fear - inducing sight of Randy’s virile
Black cock just inches from his wife’s exposed, drenched, wanton pussy. Bryce was both
enthusiastic and reluctant, torn between yearning to see this and fear of witnessing this
act. He knew that this was a memory that would permeate his soul eternally – the moment
that he watched his wife’s fleshy pink folds surrender everything they offered to his man.
Randy’s manhood was so massive that he was able to mount her with his legs outside of
hers, a position from which Bryce could never possibly have achieved a decent penetration!
His heart was thrashing in torrents as Bryce watched Randy move the tip of his manhood to
Michelle’s succulent sex lips.
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