Swinging Surprise

Chapter 1

The moment we walked into the party I knew something big was going to happen. I had no idea what, but we had passed some sort of point of no return. Hanna had nearly backed out as we were getting ready that evening; it had taken a little pleading on my part to convince her to go through with it. Looking back, it was all probably a show she staged to give me one last chance to back out. I wish I had taken it, because with everything that's happened since I don't think either of us is capable of turning back now.

The party was at Lindsey and Zach's lakefront cabin, friends we had met at a marina bar earlier in the summer. They owned a cabin just across the lake from ours, and we had ran into them a few times before joining them at the bar one evening. Lindsey was in her late thirties, around our age. Zach was at least 15 years older, but wealthy enough to look much younger. We hit it off, spending the rest of the evening sharing stories and getting to know them better. It became a regular thing to have drinks with them on Friday nights at the lake.

We found out, on a night with several rounds of tequila, that they were swingers. Zach was a retired commodities trader and had met Lindsey at a gentlemen's club where he had gone to "celebrate" his second divorce. They had dated for a few months before running off to Vegas to tie the knot. She had continued to dance, not because they needed the money, but because it gave both them a charge. She loved the power she cast over men, and he enjoyed watching her tease and seduce wave after wave of horny customers. It had only been a matter of time before they were swinging.

It came as no surprise that Lindsey had been a stripper; she was built for the job and had an obvious wild streak. That Zach - a seemingly smart and successful man - could share her with someone else was a shock. That they would tell us all of this after only knowing us for a couple of months had me speechless. What really blew my mind was Hanna - the woman I had been married to for ten years - asking 'What's it like?' with a look of keen interest on her face.

Nothing had happened that night except talk, but that talk a week ago had led us to the party. We were going, just to watch, and possibly play with each other. Soft swing Zach had called it, a typical introductory activity for newbies to the swinging scene. The only rule was the dress code, business casual for me, and lingerie for Hanna once the clothes started to come off. It seemed a fair deal, we were to be allowed in to watch the most private of acts of a group of strangers, and having Hanna reveal only slightly more skin then her bikini showed seemed a reasonable rule. Hanna had made a trip to the mall to buy something special for the occasion.

When we walked in, the scene was not at all what I had expected. There were eight other couples in addition to Zach and Lindsey. On the surface, it looked like any other yuppie dinner party, with the possible exception of the shorter than average dresses worn by most of the women. Zach met us at the door with some drinks and then walked us around the room. He introduced us to everyone, all seemingly average "normal" folks. All were married couples with a few younger than us but most were in their forties. No one we knew, thank God.

Having never been to a swinger party I wasn't sure what the course of the evening would be. I imagined that folks just wouldn't walk in, tear off their clothes, and go at it. Looking around, it was clear that everyone was having fun, but you could tell there was anticipation on most folk's faces, as if the 'real' party was just about to start. I half expected someone to ring a bell, signaling everyone to go at it.

After the introductions, Zach walked us over to Lindsey. She looked great every time we saw her, but tonight she was stunning, wearing a cocktail dress and heels, with her raven hair in curls. Hanna and I had come to watch, test the waters so to speak, but I couldn't help but think it would be worth sharing Hanna to have a shot at that.

"Scott, Hanna!" she said, kissing me on the cheek and then hugging Hanna "I'm so glad you came! Oh, here let me get that." Lindsey took Hanna's now empty glass, taking it to the kitchen and bringing her out another round. Hanna must have been nervous to have finished her own so fast, I thought; she was an easy drunk and two rounds of the drinks they were serving would have her tipsy as hell. She took a long drink from the glass as soon as Lindsey handed it to her.

The four of us chatted together for a few minutes before Lindsey's gaze turned towards the window, illuminated by another set of lights coming down the driveway. "Our guests of honor are here!" She said to the group, eliciting a tipsy cheer from several of the other women. She looked back at Hanna. "Now remember, just like we talked about, relax and have fun with each other. No one will approach you unless you make the first move. If you feel uncomfortable with any of this and need to leave, I won't feel bad. This isn't for everyone, but you never know until you try. Just remember, if you stay you have to at least lose the dress, it makes everyone else more comfortable." The doorbell rang. "Gotta go, things are about to get fun."

When Lindsey opened the door my jaw dropped. A half dozen black men walked in as a group, each embracing and kissing her and then walking into the living room to greet the other wives in the room. They were all clearly familiar with each other. Lindsey was practically ravished by the last man to enter, a tall muscular man who pulled her skirt up nearly over her ass as he kissed her. I would find out later that his name was Tyreece, a bouncer at the strip club where Lindsey had worked. He and the other five were regulars at their swing parties, Lindsey's "bulls," a term she would familiarize us with later after the party. This fact she had conveniently left out when describing their lifestyle to us the prior week.

Hanna reflexively pulled up close to me when they entered the house, clearly nervous, and grabbed my hand. She did not look at me though; her eyes were fixed on Tyreece and Lindsey. I glanced around the room, noticing as a few of the black men glanced over our way. They smiled and nodded, obviously aware of the new couple in the room, but made no attempt to walk over or speak to us. Others had already paired off, one of the men moving off to a couch with a pair of women while their husbands stood off to the side to watch. Soon all eight women were occupied with the new arrivals; either by themselves or in a threesome with another wife. The husbands merely stood and watched.

"Honey," Hanna had said, her voice trembling a little, "Are you OK with this?"

"I'm not sure; it's not exactly what I expected." I whispered back.

"Do you want to leave?" She had asked.

I should have said yes, would have if I had any balls, but even at that moment political correctness won out. "No," I had said, "That would look racist as shit if we just walked out. Let's just slip off later when everyone is more occupied and I don't think they will ever notice."

That moment of indecision changed everything for us.

Before long the house was filled with the sights and sounds of sex. Clothing fell to the floor, lovers embraced, and moans of pleasure spread across the room. Trying not to stare, I looked around the room, unable to suppress my male desire to watch sex. Like any man I watched porn, but had never seen another couple fuck in my presence. The two women on the couch closest to me were taking turns sucking a cock that must have been nine inches long, kissing each other from time to time, and playing with each other's tits to the delight of their beau. One of the older women, a fifty-ish but still sexy blonde lay on her back on a plush rug, moaning in delight as her bull probed her slit with his tongue. A small group of wives and their bulls headed out to the deck to the hot tub, their husbands following along a few steps behind.

I looked back towards the front door. Lindsey was on her knees in front of Tyreece, taking his cock deep into her throat. I had a perfect view from where we stood, and the sight of her red lips against his ebony shaft held me transfixed. Tyreece worked the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders as she blew him, soon freeing her perfectly firm breasts. She took her time with him, stroking and sucking him in turn. I don't know how long I watched, but when Hanna spoke again I nearly jumped.

"Someone likes what he sees." Hanna teased. I glanced down at her, and she gestured towards my crotch. My erection was making no secret of itself. I had been so distracted I hadn't noticed. "Sure you want to leave?" Her voice had slurred the slightest bit, and I noticed she had finished her second round.

"It's OK I guess," I had mumbled, "Maybe we can stay a little while."

"Well you remember the rules, then." Hanna said, turning her back to me and motioning to the zipper on her dress. "I'm the only woman still wearing clothes, it feels a little rude."

I was horny as hell, and suddenly the thought of seeing her there in her lingerie in front of everyone was a huge turn on. I pulled down on the zipper, helping her slip out of the dress. I tossed it over the back of a chair and sat down, and she joined me in my lap. I didn't think she was drunk, but the alcohol had certainly loosened her inhibitions. She began to tease me; gyrating her lace clad bottom against my throbbing cock. I was dying to fuck her right there, but thought it would be odd to be the only white man fucking their own wife. Granted, a few of the husbands were getting blowjobs; the blonde on the rug was now on her hands and knees, sucking her husband as her lover fucked her from behind. Most were standing by, watching the action as their wives played.

I had looked back towards Lindsey, still on her knees in front of Tyreece. He was looking intently at Hanna, now that she had shed her dress. And I could tell she was looking at him, her tongue absent mindedly licking her lips as she watched Lindsey suck him off. Tyreece had leaned down to whisper something in Lindsey's ear, and at that point she had stood and walked over to us.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of Lindsey's breasts as she stood before us, wearing only her skimpy panties. "Since you two are still here, Tyreece thought it would be nice to meet you Hanna. Just go say hi and see what happens. I can keep Scott company while you go over and have a closer luck."

Things had moved so fast at that point. We were supposed to have just watched, we were supposed to have discussed whether or not we were ready to share each other sexually. Hanna was supposed to have politely said no, or at least I was supposed to have tried to stop her. None of that happened.

To my disbelief, when Lindsey had extended her hand Hanna reached to take it. Instead of thinking of what Hanna might do, my mind was focused on Lindsey, and what might happen with us. Hanna turned around and kissed me, and asked if I was OK with it. I must have said yes, but now I can't remember even responding, my mind was on Lindsey.

Lindsey took her place in my lap, and we watched together as my wife walked over to Tyreece. For several minutes they just stood there and talked. My mind reeled watching my pretty wife wearing only a bra and panties flirting with a younger naked black man. Hanna kept her arms crossed protectively over her chest at first but let them fall to her side as they became comfortable with one another. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Hanna glanced nervously my way several times to gauge my reaction. They gradually moved closer to one another, casually touching each other's bodies as they did. The first pang of jealousy hit as he leaned in to kiss her. Of all that was to follow that night this was the most intimate moment, and still the hardest for me to deal with when I have my moments of regret. I was about to yell for her to stop before things went any farther, and that is where Lindsey stepped in.

She must have anticipated this moment. She whispered in my ear, her lips like butterfly wings against my skin. "Enjoy this, Scott. Not many men get to see their wives kissing someone else. Zach still talks about the first time he watched me." I felt her hand on my cock, rubbing my rock hard shaft through my pants. "Mmmm. Very nice. I'm going to take care of that for you soon, but let's watch Hanna for a minute, OK?" I had nodded, my mouth now too dry to speak. She took my hand and placed it on her breast, just as Tyreece unclasped Hanna's bra and leaned in to kiss her nipples.

They kissed awhile longer before Hanna dropped slowly to her knees, taking his cock in her hands for the first time. She stroked him a few times before taking him in her mouth. Her long blonde hair obscured the view a little but I saw plenty. Hanna gave great blowjobs and she was doing her best work for Tyreece. She had looked over at me at one point, noting Lindsey in my lap, my hand on her breast, and took that as her ticket to continue.

"Just a blowjob, please just a blowjob." I had thought, but that idea was burst when Tyreece pulled her up, kissed her again and then whispered in her ear before leading her down the hall towards a bedroom. She didn't look my way, possibly afraid of what she might see on my face. I tried to stand, but Lindsey swung around in my lap, facing me. She gyrated on my shaft, a well-practiced lap dance from a pro, and whispered in my ear again.

"Give her a few minutes sweetie. I'll make it worth your wait." She purred, then started kissing slowly down my body, unbuttoning my shirt and sucking my nipples for several minutes. She took her time - obviously to buy time for Hanna until it was too late for me to intervene - but god it felt good. The lap dance went on and I took my fill, exploring Lindsey's body, even slipping my hand into her panties to feel her wet slit. She responded, obviously horny herself, pressing herself against me. Thoughts of Hanna occasionally crossed my consciousness, but were fleeting, Lindsey held power over me. She unzipped my pants, sliding them and my boxers down around my ankle. My cock sprang free, slick with pre-cum, and she teased me for a while with her lips and breasts before finally moving in for the kill. I was about to explode when she started, and I didn't last very long, a few minutes tops, before blowing my load. I tried to warn her, but she made no effort to stop, taking my cum in her mouth and swallowing every drop.

When I finished, she stood, extending her hand to me. "It's time for us to go see what Hanna's up to." She said. The sound of sex still filled the house, and the woman on the rug nearby was crying out with her second orgasm as she rode atop her lover, cowgirl style. Similar sounds of passion came from out on the deck.

"It sounds like she's doing just fine." Lindsey said as we made our way down the hall. Little screams and yelps of pleasure echoed from the bedroom at the end of the hall, a voice unmistakably Hanna's.

Lindsey led me down the hall to the door of their master bedroom, which stood slightly ajar. She swung the door fully open, and I saw her, on her back with her legs spread wide and feet flailing in the air. Tyreece was atop her, his cock buried in her pussy. He was fucking her wildly, tearing into her with long fast strokes that rocked the king size bed. He covered her with his large body, pinning her arms to the bed with his hands as he dominated her. They were covered in sweat, and lost in passion. I stood there watching helplessly, my earlier passion spent now that I had came. It's odd how something that seems so erotic before you cum becomes an entirely different thing after. I felt dirty, betrayed, and more than a little afraid of what was to come.

By the time Tyreece came I was a complete mess. I watched them lay there together, caressing each other afterward. I felt only slight relief when I noticed that he had been wearing a condom.

The drive home was awkward, and we had spoken little, but I think Hanna had chalked it up to us being exhausted. She seemed like a new woman the next morning. I was brooding, but hid my feelings well. It was insane of me to be jealous; I had happily taken advantage of Lindsey's sexual advances. I somehow knew that I had been set up though, I had known from early in the night, but had been unable to stop it. Many things have happened since, and I have been unable, or unwilling, to stop those either.

Chapter 2

In the weeks following the party, Hanna had spoken with Lindsey nearly every night. At some point in every conversation she would walk outside onto the deck where I could not hear. She had looked a little flushed after some of those talks. They were planning something, that much I was sure of, and I found out what soon enough.

One night as we were getting in bed she asked, out of the blue, "Did you enjoy Lindsey giving you head? I wish I could have seen, but, well I was a little preoccupied." She slipped her hand under the sheets and grabbed my cock as she did.

"It.. it was nice.." I mumbled, caught off guard by both her question and her caress.

"Just nice? She told me you came in her mouth before you even fucked her." Hearing her say that stung. The thought of them discussing my time with Lindsey bothered me.

She went on. "Is she that good, or were you turned on watching me with Tyreece?" She purred, stroking my cock which was now rock hard. Images of that night filled my head.

"Both, I suppose." I said numbly, my breath becoming deeper.

"You want to fuck her don't you? Don't lie, your cock tells me everything I need to know. You want to see me fuck Tyreece again too, don't you?"

"Yes." I said, barely able to get my breath, the tension mounting.

"They can come this weekend. Tyreece is spending a few days at her place. I thought they could come over here for a night. Just us two girls and the guys this time � OK?"

I could only nod in affirmation.

She whispered in my ear "Now let me see if I can do it as good as Lindsey."

She went down on me, and I came within minutes. There was no further discussion of the weekend plans, my orgasm was all the consent Hanna needed.

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On Friday Hanna took a little longer in the shower than usual, and I noticed she had completely shaved her pussy. She had always maintained a neat trim, but I had never seen her bald. She put on some fragrant lotion before slipping into her bra and panties. She then fished out a garter belt and stockings from her lingerie drawer, still with the tags on. I had never seen her wear that stuff before, and the thought of her doing it for the first time for Tyreece brought back a pang of jealousy. She spun slowly in front of me after snapping in her stockings.

"Like what you see?"

"Very sexy. You look amazing in that." That much was true, the garter belt perfectly framed the contours of her hips.

"Glad you like it, Lindsey picked out the same set."

I stiffened at the thought of Lindsey slipping on the same lingerie that Hanna now wore, knowing that I would soon get to fuck her in it. Once again, my lust for her betrayed my instinct to keep Hanna close. I had the feeling I was being set up again, or perhaps I just remember it that way now, after all that has happened.

Hanna finished dressing, topping off with a skimpy skirt and silk blouse.

Not long after we finished, our doorbell rang. Hanna answered, and Lindsey walked in, alone, looking stunning in a short black dress. The tops of her stockings just peeked out at the hem. For a second that I would have them both to myself, but Lindsey put that to rest immediately.

"Tyreece had to go pick up some things for tonight, he told me to come over and get things warmed up."

We made drinks, and the three of us sat on the couch, Hanna to my right and Lindsey to my left. The talk quickly turned to sex, and to Lindsey's prior job as a stripper, and then she asked "Have you ever had a lapdance Hanna?"

"No. I've never even been in a strip club." She replied, blushing a little. "Do women actually pay for those?"

"Not as often as I would like, but yeah, I've danced for plenty of girls. Want one?"

Lindsey began to slink across my lap, not waiting for Hanna to reply. Her skirt rode up on her beautiful ass as she crawled over me, revealing another tempting peek at her panties. She slowly straddled Hanna and then asked me to turn on some music. I almost fell getting up from the couch to click on Hanna's ipod. The two of them giggled a little at me and then turned to each other as the music started.

She went slowly at first, gyrating in Hanna's lap, the two of them innocently touching each other on the face, on their hips. Lindsey glanced over at me, saw me watching intently, and then leaned in to kiss Hanna on the lips. Hanna kissed back. Watching my wife kiss another woman for the first time was an amazing sight, and I felt my cock straining in my pants.

Buttons were quickly loosened, and soon both women's tops were on the floor. Lindsey leaned in as she danced, rubbing her tits against Hanna's for a while. From where I sat, the sound of their lace bras rubbing together was driving me mad with lust. Lindsey leaned back and Hanna touched her breasts, tentatively at first, but she must have enjoyed the feel as she soon had both hands full.

They danced that way for several songs, driving me crazy, especially when they kissed. My trance was broken when Lindsey's phone chimed, and she looked over on the arm rest at the text. She quickly texted back, then looked back at Hanna. "Tyreece is almost here. Let's go freshen up OK?" They got up and walked to the bathroom together as I sat there, sad that the show was over.

I could hear them talking in the bathroom as they washed up and tidied up their makeup. Their tops were left lying on the floor, clearly they had no further use for those tonight. When they walked back out a few minutes later, Lindsey asked Hanna to get us some drinks ready while she got reacquainted with me.

"You're a smart man Scott, letting Hanna play like this." Lindsey said, now climbing into my lap and facing me as she had done with Hanna. "You like watching her with other people don't you?" I nodded, moving my hands to her hips as she began to slowly rotate her pelvis in my lap. I would have answered yes to anything she asked me at that moment. "Which did you like more? Me kissing her or her fucking Tyreece?" I started to answer, but she put a finger on my lips. "Shh, don't tell me. If you're anything like Zach I already know."

She kissed me, and we made out that way on the couch for several minutes while Hanna made the drinks. To tell the truth, once Lindsey's tongue was in my mouth I practically forgot Hanna was still in the house. She startled me when she walked back into the living room, teasing us when she saw us on the couch. "Gee, you two. Don't wait for me."

"You'll have all you can handle soon enough my dear." Lindsey replied, playfully.

It was then that I noticed the number of glasses on the tray Hanna was carrying. There were six. With everything going on at that moment - and a nearly naked Lindsey sitting in my lap - I have no idea why my mind were drawn to that fact. Suddenly the presence of six glasses cried out for explanation. Before I could ask, the doorbell rang, and my question was answered when Hanna opened it. Tyreece walked in, along with two more men that I recognized form the party at the lake house. The last one in I recognized as the one who had fucked the blonde on the rug in front of us. When Hanna closed the door Tyreece pulled her to him and kissed her. The other two moved in close to watch, one of them lifting up her skirt and cupping her ass.

Before I could protest, Lindsey turned my face towards her. "I told her not to tell you about the other two guys. I thought it would be easier this way, to have you loosen up a little before they came in. She's been asking me about the other guys since the party. They've been outside in the car since I got here. I thought you wouldn't mind her having a little extra once I got my hands on you." She moved her hands to my cock as she spoke, feeling my still raging erection in my pants. "Do you want to fuck me now, or watch her for a while first?"

I looked over at Hanna and saw that she was wasting no time with the new arrivals. She had turned to kiss one of the others, and Tyreece was slipping her skirt off her hips. She stepped out and kicked it aside with her heels. A hand slipped into her panties, fingering her slit, causing her to moan loudly. Tyreece unsnapped her bra letting it fall free from her breasts, which were soon covered by the large black hands of the man behind her.

"That's what I thought." Lindsey purred in my ear, unzipping my pants as she spoke. "You can't take your eyes off of her can you?" I didn't answer, but kept looking at Hanna as she turned to kiss the third in the group, the other two undressing beside them. Lindsey expertly stroked my cock, now slick with precum. "Let me help you with that so you can relax the rest of the night, OK?" She slid down off my lap onto her knees, licking up and down my shaft a few times before taking me into her mouth. I came before I knew what was happening, blowing my load in her mouth, which she again swallowed. My thoughts of fucking her evaporated once I realized what I had done, it had been years since I had been able to get hard twice in the same night.

Lindsey climbed back in my lap, smiling with satisfaction. "Don't worry, Zach can't last long in my mouth either. I don't think fucking me is the main thing on your mind right now anyway."

It wasn't. I was in a trance watching Hanna. She was on her knees, the three of them standing around her as she moved from cock to cock sucking them off. I was angry with myself for cumming so fast, but watching Hanna sucking those three cocks made me furious. Furious that she could have done this to me, again, but more furious that on a deeper level I was enjoying what I saw.

After a while Hanna stood and took Tyreece by the hand, leading him past the couch and down the hall toward our bedroom. She glanced at us and winked as she walked by, I am not sure if at me or Lindsey. The other two followed. I realized I could not even remember their names from when I met them at the party, yet they were about to fuck my wife. Lindsey stood and took my hand, and I followed with her down the hall.

By the time I got to the room Hanna was the bed with Tyreece's head buried between her legs. He had pulled her panties to the side and was licking her slit; the sound of her moans filled the room. The others climbed on the bed beside her, kneeling where she could stroke and suck them in turn. Hanna climaxed quickly, bucking her hips the way she did when I hit her clit just right with my tongue. When she relaxed, Tyreece stood and positioned himself between her legs. He lifted them up under her knees then entered her, bring out more screams of pleasure. He worked his way in slowly, then fucked her with fast, deep strokes, his skin slapping against hers every time he bottomed out.

Lindsey must have watched enough, for she turned to me and said, "It looks like you're doing fine with this. I think I'll go help your wife out a little." She kissed me on the lips, cupping my still limp cock in her hands as she did. "If you get him ready before I get too tired I still want to fuck you."

Lindsey climbed on the other side of the bed from Hanna, and one of the guys joined her. He quickly freed her from her lingerie, then laid her on her back, entering her missionary style. Before he covered her completely, I caught a glimpse of his black shaft entering the pussy I should have been fucking. My failure was complete; all I could do was stand there and listen as Lindsey's moans joined Hanna's. Our bed strained under the weight of five people tangled in passion.

Tyreece pulled out, giving the third his turn. Hanna scooted up farther on the bed next to Lindsey, spreading her legs to take him. He entered her, and she wrapped her legs around him tightly, pulling him in deep. The three men fucked them, until each had had a taste of both Hanna and Lindsey.

Hanna changed positions, getting on her hands and knees facing me. Tyreece entered her from behind, holding her garter belt like the reins on a horse and pushing in slowly to the hilt. She looked in my face as he penetrated her, but her eyes were glazed as if she were hypnotized. Beside her, Lindsey climbed atop her buck, riding him cowgirl. The third man positioned himself in front of my wife, blocking my view, and pressed his cock in her mouth. She rocked back and forth from Tyreece's increasingly rapid thrusts. Both women came at some point, possibly several times, but the noises were so loud to begin with it was difficult to tell.

The men soon followed suit, and that's when I finally realized there were no condoms on any of the three. Lindsey received the first load, her lover bucking under her and groaning loudly as she rode him to completion. Tyreece followed suit shortly thereafter, planting his seed deep in my wife from behind, holding her tight against him for several minutes with his cock still inside. The man she had been sucking laid on his back and motioned for her to climb on top. She did so, her cum slick pussy taking him easily. She was a mess, both stockings broken free from the clasps, her lipstick smeared, but her bull didn't seem to mind. She only fucked him for a couple minutes before he shot his load. I watched, humiliated, as a man whose name I still didn't know planted a load of cum in my wife.

Hanna collapsed on top of him, kissing him as they rested. Lindsey lay panting beside her. I had seen enough, and walked back to the living room. I sat on the couch alone and brooded. And I drank - polishing off four of the gin and tonics Hanna had made earlier that still sat untouched on the coffee table. The ice had melted at this point, but I couldn't have given half a shit. Hanna had made them strong, and I was soon buzzing.

I lost track of time, but eventually Lindsey came out, naked and sweaty, but still beautiful, and sat down beside me. She took one of the drinks and polished it off quickly. She asked me if I was OK and I pretended to be happy with the way things had turned out. Down the hall, the sound of sex once again came from the room, Hanna's cries becoming gradually louder. While we were talking, Lindsey once again felt my crotch, but at that point I was well on my way to drunk and could not have gotten hard under any circumstance. We chatted briefly, but she soon returned to the bedroom to join the fun. As for me, I finished the other two drinks, at some point passing out on the couch with the sounds of two women crying out in pleasure tormenting me.

At some point that night, Hanna came out to get a drink from the fridge, waking me. She came by the couch, leaning over to give me a kiss. I pretended to still be asleep, not quite ready to face her. She smelled like sweat, cum, and men's cologne. She fetched her drink and returned to the bedroom. I heard footsteps of two or three people going up the stairs to the guest room, and for the next half hour listened to the muffled sounds of sex from both upstairs and down, quieter now, mostly creaking bedsprings and moans. Somewhere around 3 AM things finally fell silent, and eventually I drifted back to a fitful sleep.

Chapter 3

"Tyreece asked me to go to Jamaica with him." Hanna said matter of factly.

It had only been a week since she had been gangbanged by him and two other guys in our bedroom. I had managed not to show my jealousy up until now, hoping that our currently unbalanced swinging situation would eventually move in my favor. This was not what I was hoping for.

"Jamaica? When do you want us to go to Jamaica?"

"Honey, I just meant me. He's going to that Hedonism resort next month and invited me to stay with him. I can tell him no if that's a problem." She said that last sentence with her pouty voice.

"It's not a problem, but isn't this a little risky? You barely know the guy." I tried not to sound whiny as I said it, but I doubt I succeeded. Hanna didn't seem to notice though.

"Lindsey's known him for a long time, and she'll be down there with Alton."

Alton was one of the other guys from last weekend. I had only learned his name after they all left the following morning.

She went on. "I have all that vacation saved up, and you're never able to take that much time off. I could use those free miles you have on the credit card for the ticket. No big deal."

She was asking me to go to a tropical sex resort for a week, and acting like all that I cared about was vacation and airfare. She walked over to me, and kissed me.

"I know you like it when he fucks me. Just think how hot it will be thinking about what we are doing that week we are gone." She whispered in my ear, her breath hot on my skin. "Not knowing when he's fucking me or when we're walking on the beach. Knowing I am going to tell you all about it when I get back." She grabbed my dick, now rock hard in my pants. "Mmmmm..." she purred, stroking me through my pants. "I'm going to fuck Lindsey too. I've wanted to taste her since she gave me that lap dance last week. She asked Tyreece to film us for you, so you could enjoy it."

Watching her and Lindsey kissing had been amazing, the thought of them going further drove me to the edge. Hanna dropped to her knees, unzipping my pants and freeing my throbbing shaft. Her sexual energy was raging, and she gave me an amazing blowjob. I managed to control myself for a few minutes, but soon exploded in her mouth. She swallowed with a smile on her face, and then stood and kissed me.

"I take it your answer is yes."

It was, but I'm not sure I ever had a choice.

The week before her trip, persuaded by another blowjob, I went with her to her favorite lingerie store to help her pick out some "special" attire for her trip. She claimed she wanted my opinion as to what men found sexy, but I suspect her primary motive was to continue her slow tease. Over $400 later we left the store with a few bags full of satin, lace, and nylon meant to be worn for another man.

The Saturday she left I drove her to the airport; she was connecting through Atlanta on the same flight as Tyreece. As we pulled up to the terminal, she pulled back the hem of her skirt, revealing a black lace thong we had bought earlier that week.

"Thank you for these. I can't wait to show them to Tyreece when we get to the Island." Hanna leaned over and kissed me. "I want this trip to be just pleasure, so I don't plan on calling unless something goes wrong, OK? Besides, I want your imagination to run a little wild until I get back to tell you."

"Ok, just be safe. I'll miss you."

"I love you, and thank you for being so good about this."

She kissed me again, and got out of the car. As I helped her with her bag I said goodbye, and told her, truthfully, that I loved her, and that I wanted her to have fun. But I kept the fact that I was scared to death to myself. I got back in the car, waving to her as she entered the airport, and then drove away. Thus began the longest week of my live.

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She texted me only once, from the airport in Atlanta, to let me know she had met up with Tyreece and was about to board the flight to Jamaica. I spent the afternoon in front of the TV watching football but my mind was elsewhere. By dinnertime I knew they had been at the hotel for at least couple hours. Surely Tyreece had seen, and removed, her new panties by now.

As the evening wore on, I pictured them in every position, her riding him, on her back with her legs spread wide, on her hands and knees taking him from behind. I could see them, by the pool, her laying topless next to him. I could see him parading her around there resort, his trophy for the week. When at last I fell asleep that night, aided by a few shots of whiskey, my last thoughts were of her next to him in bed.

My dreams offered no relief. I awakened at 3am, hungover, the memory of a fever dream fresh in my mind. In my dream I had been standing at the altar, watching Hanna walk down the aisle in her wedding dress, butterflies in my stomach. The image was the same as our wedding day, only this time, Hanna walked to meet Tyreece. I stood to his side, holding Hanna's wedding ring, which I passed to him as he took her hand. There was no priest this time, but Lindsey stood there in his place, admiring the union she had created. As all looked on, Tyreece stripped Hanna to her white corset and stockings and then laid her down on the altar. He mounted her there, in front of our family and friends, claiming her for his own.

I awoke with the sound of her moans still in my ears and my cock painfully erect. I masturbated bitterly to orgasm with the image of her and Tyreece in my mind.

The rest of the week was much the same. I was essentially useless at work; often suffering the embarrassment of becoming erect at inconvenient times as thoughts of Hanna entered my mind. Boring meetings were the worst, for with nothing to distract me from my thoughts I could picture nothing else. At home I turned to porn, watching hours of videos on an interracial website, and picturing Hanna's face on the girl in every one.

Even without the porn, sex filled my mind that week. I pictured Hanna with all the lingerie we had bought together, her carefully dressing for the evening, then slowly slipping off her dress to reveal it for Tyreece. The red corset, black and pink bras panties and garter belts, the blue babydoll, several colors of stockings, these were all vivid images in my mind as I thought of her with him.

Her making love to Lindsey was another obsession. I could see Tyreece and Alton watching as she walked over to kiss Lindsey, watching as the woman I loved and the woman I lusted for slowly peel away each other's clothes. Their pink lips pressed together, tongues gently swirling together. Lindsey was an expert with her tongue, and I could see it flicking away at Hanna's wetness, teasing her clit and probing into her, bringing her slowly to orgasm. I thought of Hanna, her first time licking a woman, timid at first but following Lindsey's cues eagerly. I knew Alton and Tyreece would not watch for long, instead moving in to fuck them both in turn until they all came.

I have spoken to other swingers since who had shared their wives for a night without being present, and all described similar experiences. My torment went on for an entire week. But torment is the wrong word, for I spent the week hornier than I had been since my teenage years, masturbating several times a day to thoughts of my slut wife.

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On Saturday, it was with mixed emotions that I drove to the Airport to pick Hanna up. She had sent me a single text from Atlanta, that she had made her connection, and would be arriving home on schedule. No other details. True to her word, she had made no attempt to call, text, or email all week long. When I pulled up at the exit from baggage claim, she stood there in a short sundress looking tan and radiant. She waved as I pulled up, beaming at me as she always did after we spent any time apart.

"It's great to see you honey." I said as I hugged her. She kissed me, somewhat to my surprise more passionately and for longer than she had in awhile. I loaded her luggage in the SUV, and we started home.

As we left the airport, Hanna put her hand on my thigh. "I have so much to tell you about baby, and a few things to show you as well. I hope you can wait until tomorrow though, I've hardly slept all week."

I turned to her as we pulled up at a red light.

"Did you have a good time?"

It was a dumb question, and I still can't believe I asked it, as if she had just returned from a dinner with a friend and not a weeklong sex romp in Jamaica.

Hanna chuckled and then lifted her dress up. She wore no panties, clearly revealing her new tattoo. It was a black spade with a Q in the center, just above her pussy.

Chapter 4

I sat there with my mouth agape, staring at the fresh tattoo above Hanna's slit. Her skin was still red and puffy; it must have been done on her last day in Jamaica. It was definitely real and not a temporary sticker. Queen of Spades. I had been looking at enough interracial websites lately to know what it meant. Hanna's recent indulgence in black men was looking to be more than a temporary phase. The honking horn behind me made me jump. I looked up to see the light already turning yellow again; we had sat through the entire green.

Hanna chuckled, pulling down her skirt. "I think I'd better let you concentrate on the road. Don't worry, that's not going away."

I glanced up in my mirror, noting the furious look on the face of the man behind me. At that point I couldn't give a shit, my mind was on my wife's new tat. What the hell had she been thinking? When the light turned green again I stomped on the accelerator a little too aggressively, making the tires screech.

"You know what it means don't you?" Hanna asked.

"Yeah, I guess I do. Queen of Spades."

"Don't you like it?" Hanna replied, faking a pout.

"I guess I never imagined seeing one on you."

"But you've seen them on other women on the internet, haven't you?"

I nodded. My mouth had gone dry and I was rock hard thinking about her new tattoo. It was difficult to concentrate on driving.

"Lindsey got one too, we both went last night. She had Tyreece take a picture of the two of us together this morning before we left. Hers is going to be a little more visible if she wears anything more revealing than a one piece next time she goes to the beach."

She must have noticed my flustered and aroused state, for she finally had mercy on me. "I think I'd better wait until we get home to tell you more. It looks like we'll get in a wreck if you get any more distracted."

The rest of the drive home was mercifully free of drama, though my heart was still pounding thinking about her tattoo. She had just returned from a week with another man in Jamaica, but the tattoo was freaking me out. I guess I knew that it was a promise of things to come, rather than things that had already been.

I carried her bag into the bedroom so that she could unpack, and when I turned she was standing next to me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

"Thank you for this week." She said when our lips parted. "It was amazing, and you deserve a little something for being so understanding."

She led me to the bed, then stripped off my clothes, and had stand by the bed as she slipped off her clothes. As she undressed, my eyes focused again on her Queen of Spades.

"I know you like it, I want you to be able to see it nice and close."

She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back with her legs spread. Her intentions were clear, and I climbed onto the bed between her legs for a closer look. I traced the outline with my finger, noticing gooseflesh pop up on her skin. She arched her back a little thrusting her newly decorated mons closer to my face. I leaned in, kissing her around the tattoo, tracing it again with my tongue this time. I worked my way down to her slit, and began to probe her wetness as her moans and gyrations intensified.

I took my time, alternately licking her and probing with my fingers so that I could admire her art. Her breathing became deeper and more labored.

"How many times did you two fuck?" I asked, dying to hear details of what I had been only imagining all week.

"Seven times." She had to pause to get her breath and then went on, "With Tyreece."

"There were others?" I leaned in, flicking my tongue against her clit a few times.

"Umm hum" she answered, biting down on her lower lip as I licked her. "Five... Oh fuck keep doing that oh fuck... One was Alton..." she paused to catch her breath again, "...the night I made love with Lindsey... Oh my fucking god that's good... and four guys we met down there."

"All black?"

"Umm hum."

"I want to know everything. Not all at once, but I want to hear about it all."

Six different cocks had filled Hanna's cunt over the past week, and it had never tasted better to me as I resumed my probing of her wetness. She cried out a few more times before she came, pulling my face into her as she writhed below me.

When she had finally caught her breath, she had me lay on my back propped up on a couple pillows and then climbed over my raging cock. It had been awhile since we had fucked each other. She slid me inside of her, sitting in my lap with my cock inside of her.

"You said you know what this means, but I want you to know what it means to me." She pointed down at her clearly visible Queen of Spades tattoo. "It means from now on I will only fuck black cock."

She began to ride up and down on my shaft, and I could already feel myself coming to the brink of orgasm.

"You were so good about this week that I'm going to fuck you this last time. After you cum, from then on I only want you to touch me there with your fingers and tongue, understand? There are other ways I will take care of you, if you behave."

I nodded yes, having trouble concentrating on what she was saying as I was trying to delay my orgasm as long as I could. The thought that this could be the last time I would get to fuck my wife only dimly registered in my brain.

"I think you won't have any problems. How many times did you cum this week thinking about me fucking Tyreece?"

"A lot, that's all I could think about."

"There's going to be more. I can't stop now and I don't think you can either. I want you to be the one to find my next lover for me, someone to fuck me while you watch. Will you do that for me baby? Find your wife a nice big black cock to fuck here in our bed?"

That thought tipped me over, and I came, shaking with orgasm and covered in sweat. When I finished, Hanna climbed off and went to the bathroom to towel off. She returned with a wet washcloth for me, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed your last time. It might seem weird at first, Lindsey told me that it took a little while for Zach to adjust, but she said you won't want it any other way eventually."

She stood and went back to the bathroom.

"I need a shower and a nap, but later I'll tell you a little about what happened this week." She said, closing the door behind her.

I remained on the bed for a few minutes before getting dressed and walking out to the living room. While she napped I powered up my laptop, looking through several interracial cuckold websites. I had certainly filled that role, but I told myself that she must be kidding about that being the last time I would get to fuck her myself. I remember thinking that night that it must be some sort of game of hers, there's no way she would seriously consider it.

Later that week I heard stories of everything that had transpired in Jamaica. I slowly realized how much my wife had changed, and the gravity of the situation sank in. She was not kidding.

Chapter 5

The week after Hanna's Jamaica trip I started looking for her next lover. I felt a little like a condemned man forced to tie his own noose. But that analogy doesn't quite fit, condemned men probably don't get hard thinking about what is to come. The stories she had told me of the men she had fucked while there played in my mind as I searched for the right one. I also thought of the last time I had fucked her, trying to convince myself that she was only kidding about being black only.

Once I had some ideas where to start, I took several pictures of Hanna, some clothed, but quite a few showing her bare mound and the Queen of Spades tat. Those were quickly uploaded to a few adult personals and swinger dating sites, including some that specialized in interracial dating. Our inbox was instantly flooded, but almost all of them seemed to be from fakes. There were several that seemed legit, but nothing clicked at first. This was my pick, and if I had to pick a man to fuck my wife I was determined to make it the best I could find. After about a week of looking I found him.

His handle was Master J. He listed his age as 40, but looked no older than 30, well muscled with jet black skin. His left arm was branded with what looked like a fraternity tattoo. His profile listed his preferences as domination, and his posts bragged about the women he had made 'black owned.' Several women on the site had posted pictures of themselves with him, all detailing his talents in the bedroom. Finally, he seemed to take pleasure in how he controlled the cuckold hubbies of his conquests. Looking back I think this aspect drew me to his profile, and I picked him for my own needs as much as for Hanna's.

We emailed back and forth a few times, and he seemed suspicious at first that I was writing and not Hanna. I tried to explain that everything about him was to be a surprise for her until the time they met, Hanna's request. When I sent him a new pic of Hanna, face and all, with his handle written in lipstick above her Queen of Spades tattoo he was sold. We made plans to meet at our cabin the following Friday night, and if all went well he was to spend the weekend.

The next day he emailed a list of requests, most of which were not very surprising: Food and drinks that he liked, Lingerie requests for Hanna, Condoms. His request for an item for me to use made my heart skip a beat, and nearly derailed the whole thing. It was a chastity cage; me wearing it was his condition for allowing me to watch. I was to be quiet, naked, and locked. Dominated.

I told Hanna the items on the list, gauging her response. She beamed widely when I got to the chastity cage.

"I wanted to talk to you about one of those eventually. Lindsey had Zach wear one the whole time we were in Jamaica. She said he came like a volcano when she got home and let him out. She told me where we can get one - wanna go shopping?"

An hour later we were at the counter of an adult books store, looking over the selection. Of course they were kept in a glass case at the checkout counter, and Hanna took her time picking them out. I had seen them on the cuckold websites, but was surprised at the variety available. How many people were into this? I wondered.

She ultimately settled on a clear plastic device with a small brass lock. She had initially had the clerk take out a pink plastic one, but thankfully thought that would be a bit much to take. It wasn't cheap well over a hundred bucks, but it was the smirk on the clerk that checked us out that really stung.

Next we hit the mall for another round of lingerie shopping. Per J's request she picked out several gartered merry widows in lace and satin. The symbolism of "merry widow" didn't really set in on me until later.

It felt weird, wearing the cage. Hanna insisted that I put it on before we drove up to the cabin. She was afraid I would get horny as the time of J's arrival got closer, making it difficult to get it on. She was right. As I watched her dress in her new lingerie for him I strained painfully against the hard plastic, and it worked like a charm. The pain caused me to go limp. She slipped on a simple sundress and went to the bathroom to do her makeup.

My phone buzzed. It was J, I had asked him call when he was about 10 minutes away.

"Hello, J?"

"Master J if you don't mind."

"Master J, sorry." I mumbled, blushing a little at having to say it out loud.

"You two better be for real about this, coz I'm gonna be pissed if I drove all the way out here in the sticks for nothing."

"No bullshit. Hanna's just finishing her makeup. You won't be disappointed." I replied, a little taken aback at his tone. I guessed some couples had chickened out on him at the last minute before.

"Good. Have her wait in the bathroom when I get there, you and I need to talk first."

I told Hanna, and she smiled, happy that tonight was really going to happen. I walked downstairs and waited for him to arrive. A few minutes later he knocked on the door. I let him in, looking up at a man easily 6 inches taller than me, dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Hi, I'm Scott." I said, extending my hand.

He nodded, but did not extend his hand to shake.

"Did you get everything on the list?"

"Yes. We did." I replied, awkwardly lowering my hand back to my side.

"Yes we did Master J." He commanded.

"Now look..." I started to protest, but he cut me off.

"Do you want this shit to happen or not? If so, I'm in charge here tonight, understood?"

I came close to asking him to leave, but realized this must be part of some kind of act. I backed down, forcing myself to relax.

"Understood."

He arched his eyebrows.

"Understood Master J." I responded finally, in a near whisper.

"That's better. Now, did you get everything?"

"Yes Master J."

"Good, and you better be wearing it coz I don't wanna look up and see you whacking your little white dick tonight, but I do want her to see your pathetic naked body while I fuck her like a real man. Understood?"

I nodded.

"Good. Now go bring her down. Take off all your clothes before you do, and I don't want to hear a word out of you the rest of the night unless I ask. Can you handle that?"

Did I have a choice? At this point probably not. "Yes Master J."

I went upstairs to fetch Hanna, telling her what he had asked.

"I guess you'd better get undressed then." She purred. "I can't wait much longer to see what you found for me."

After everything that had happened so far, the next part nearly made me lose my nerve. I stripped down in front of Hanna, and I thought I saw her trying to suppress a giggle. At that moment that would have killed me. I led her down the stairs to where Master J waited and nearly fainted when I got to the bottom and saw him watching across the room. I must have been blushing beet red, for I felt hot and flushed. Somehow I kept going.

He regarded me with a bemused smirk on his face and then looked behind me as Hanna rounded the corner. His eyes focused on her like a predator, hungry for the kill.

"God honey, he's perfect." Hanna whispered behind me.

I led her to him, and placed her hand in his, shaking a little as I did so. She had fucked over a half dozen black men the past few months, but tonight was going to be much different; a baptism of sorts.

"Hello Hanna."

"Hello." Hanna leaned in for a kiss, and he pulled her close, making her gasp a little as he pressed his lips to her and dropped his hands to her ass. She did not resist, putting her hands around his neck and sliding her thigh up against him as he lifted her leg. The kissed for a few minutes before he released her and took a half step back.

"Jay, is it?" She asked.

"Call me James."

"James. I'm glad you came." Hanna looked up and down his body, biting her lower lip with anticipation at what she was going to find under his clothes.

I stood off to the side, awkwardly covering my now useless locked cock with my hands. I felt humiliated standing there naked.

"I like him honey." Hanna said, stepping closer to him for another quick kiss. "You should get us something to drink while we get to know each other a little OK?"

She took his hand and led him over to the couch. They sat down, and she looked up at me impatiently. I stood there like an idiot for a few seconds before slinking into the kitchen. I heard them making small talk while I got their drinks together, taking a quick shot of vodka to calm my nerves while I was at it. As I returned to the living room I heard him ask her about her tattoo.

I watched as Hanna lifted her leg and laid it across his lap. Her short skirt rode up around her waist, revealing the Queen of Spades just below her merry widow. She wore no panties. James traced the outline of her tattoo with his finger, feeling the smooth contours of her freshly shaved mons. Hanna moaned softly, anticipating him to move further down, but instead he pulled his hand away, reaching up to pull her in close for another kiss.

He took his time, kissing her with the unhurried pace of an old lover, building her anticipation. The younger men I had seen her with before had all made their moves by now, but James appeared to be taking her emotionally as well as physically and that had me worried. Still, I felt myself strain against my cage as I stood there watching them. They ignored me as they made out, and suddenly I felt ridiculous standing there naked in front of them. I sat their drinks on the end table and started over towards the chair.

"Not so fast white boy." James commanded.

I turned back towards them, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.

"You said you wanted to watch me fuck your wife, so get down on your knees here and watch. I don't want you to miss anything."

I did as he asked, dropping down on my knees a few feet in front of the couch. Hanna still sat there with her legs spread, and I could see moisture on her labia. He must have seen where I was looking, for he slipped a hand down into her wetness, rubbing his large middle finger over her wet lips a few times before sliding it inside her. Hanna pushed her hips forward to meet his advance, moaning again. He kissed her again, sliding his left hand around her neck and down the front of her dress, cupping her left tit as he did. His hand became slick with her juices as he finger fucked her. She squirmed under his touch, her chest heaving rhythmically as her breathing quickened.

He brought her to the edge of climax before removing his slick finger from her slit. He placed it against her lips allowing her to lick her own wetness from his finger. My dick tried to stiffen until pinched by the cage, causing it to soften again. I felt a dull ache in my balls for the first time.

"Good girl." He said, lifting her leg off his lap and unzipping his pants. "Now have a taste of what you've been thinking about."

He pulled his rigid cock out of his pants; it was easily nice inches long. I had never seen one of her lovers from this close before, and couldn't really believe what I was looking at. Hanna got up on her knees on the couch beside him and began to stroke him. Her pale white fingers looked tiny around him, unable to reach all the way around. She leaned in and began to lick his shaft, then took him in her mouth. His cock quickly became slick with her spit as she sucked and stroked him.

As I watched I focused on the bands of her engagement and wedding rings sliding up and down his shaft, getting wet and sticky themselves. I remembered the days I had slipped each of them on her hands. I had been on my knees when we were engaged, just as I was now. With the wedding band, another man had given her away to me. Tonight it seemed I was giving her away to another man, for good this time.

Chapter 6

I sat there on my knees, watching Hanna suck him for what seemed like an eternity. James pulled her dress up over her hips and fingered her, causing her to cry out. The wet sounds of her mouth on his shaft intermixed with her moans kept causing my dick to stiffen, only to go limp again as the cage bit. I wanted to jerk off worse than anything, but that was going to have to wait. Hanna wore the key to the chastity cage on a necklace, and it dangled there from her neck as she blew her bull.

He was still taking his time, enjoying every minute to the fullest. "Your pretty wife is a good cocksucker. I can see she's had a lot of practice with nigger dick. You like watching her suck nigger dick?"

"Yeah." I said numbly, but truthfully.

"Say Yes Master J, I love watching her suck nigger dick."

I swallowed hard, looking up at him. "Yes Master J, I love watching her suck nigger dick."

He fingered her faster now, causing her to cry out more. She was having trouble concentrating on his dick now.

"She's nice and wet now. Are you ready for me to fuck her?"

"Yes." I said, barely audible over her moans. "Yes Master J." I added when he gave me a look.

He lifted Hanna's head up, kissing her. "Let's go to your bed. I think we're going to need the space."

Hanna stood and took him by the hand, leading him to the stairs. I followed them up to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and undressed. Hanna turned her back to me so I could unzip her dress. It fell to the floor around her feet and she climbed onto the bed, still wearing her lingerie and heels. She lay on her back, and he climbed onto the bed beside her. He slipped a finger inside and kissed her, still unhurried. When she began to breathe faster, seemingly nearing orgasm, he pulled his finger out and positioned himself between her legs. I watched from the foot of the bed as she spread her legs wide to giver herself to him. He slid the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips several times, spreading her juices around and making her cry out in anticipation every time he slid across her slit.

Finally he entered her, pushing his full length into her with one stroke. Despite his size she took him easily, showing no signs of pain. Whether it was because she was so wet from the prolonged foreplay or that she had been loosened up some on her Jamaica trip I did not know. Regardless, my wife had just taken a cock worthy of a porn star. As he fucked her, her pink inner lips stretched tightly around his shaft.

He fucked her slowly at first, but built up speed in rhythm with her breathing. Her feet were soon flailing in the air, causing one of her heels to slip loose and dangle by the strap for a moment before falling onto the bed. Suddenly Hanna cried out with her orgasm, wrapping her legs tightly around James and pulling him deep into her. His cock became so streaked with her cream that I thought he had came, but he continued to fuck her until her climax finished and she relaxed her legs.

He pulled out and rolled Hanna onto her side, sliding behind her. He lifted her right leg to give me full view of his cock sliding back inside her. From this angle I had full view of her Queen of Spades tattoo, the first time I had seen it while she was filled with black dick. I was practically trembling with excitement, no longer trying to get hard but intensely aroused just the same. I had never gone so long without cumming the other times I had watched her fuck. On those prior nights my desire had collapsed the moment I came, leaving me resentful and sullen the rest of the evening as she continued to fuck. This was different, without release my mind remained focused on her and the man that fucked her.

My eyes met hers, and I saw for the first time since this all started the wild sex in her eyes. It was a look I had never given her, and could never give her. I wondered what she must be thinking of me, standing there with my dick in a two inch plastic cage, watching her being ravished by a stranger I had picked for her. I didn't get to ponder this long as soon she closed her eyes and cried out, cumming again as he thrust into her from behind.

James shifted around to scissor her, giving himself more leverage as he picked up the pace of his penetration. He lifted her left leg up against his chest, stroking her deeper as she lay on her side. He freed one of her tits from her lingerie, holding it in his large hand as he fucked her.

"I'm about to cum in your wife sissy boy. Gonna fill her up good."

Hanna moaned, reaching out for my hand. I sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand, not taking my eyes off the scene between her legs. The bed shook and creaked from his motions. Hanna was trembling and sweaty, they had been at it for nearly an hour.

At last he pushed himself to the hilt inside and began to empty his load deep in her womb, groaning "Ummmm" seven or eight times with each spurt. When he pulled out, his cock was slick with her juices mixed with his semen. A rivulet of white spilled out onto her thigh and flowed down onto the mattress. There was so much! How much more was inside?

Hanna rolled onto her back, panting, and James lay down beside her. I was now the only one in the room that had not orgasmed, but a string of clear slick precum leaked from my cage. I wanted to see more, my desire still at its peak, but for the moment the two of them were spent. I looked down at Hanna's crotch, her left leg lay open to the side leaving the sticky mess down there in full view. I was suddenly struck with the urge to lick her, to clean his cum from her thigh and pussy with my tongue. I had watched men do it in lots of cuckold videos, but had always found it gross to watch before. Something had changed, probably my lack of release watching the two of then fuck for the past hour. I nearly moved down between her legs but something made me hesitate, what was left of my pride told me not to let things go any further. Still, the thought of cleaning her caused my cock to try to stiffen again, and I felt the bite of the cage once more, breaking the trance.

Before I could collect my thoughts, James broke the silence.

"I think you need to go downstairs for and give us a little private time. Got that white boy?"

"Yes Master J."

"And put on some fucking clothes, you look ridiculous." He laughed, and to my embarrassment so did Hanna.

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I collected some clothes and headed downstairs. For the moment my humiliation was complete. I poured myself a vodka tonic and sat on the couch, flipping on the TV and mindlessly channel surfed. I could hear them talking and laughing upstairs, unable to make out what they were saying, but the pace and tone of their conversation told me all that I needed to know. They had hit it off in more ways than sexual.

After a half hour or so I heard them get out of bed, and a few seconds later the shower cut on. Other than the water running, things were quiet for several minutes. Then I heard Hanna's moans, steadily growing louder. They were fucking again. I listened for a few minutes before grabbing the laptop and loaded an interracial video site to watch as I listened to them provide the soundtrack upstairs. Hanna began crying out "fuck me fuck me oh fuck meeee!" loud enough to hear her words clearly downstairs. The water cut off, and they moved to the bed, adding its creaks to the sounds of their passion. I fought to control my erections, not wanting the pain of the cage again, but the ache in my balls was intense.

At last they fell silent. I tried to watch something on TV, to take my mind off what was happening, but couldn't really concentrate with the throbbing in my groin. Before long, I heard another quick shower upstairs, but no fucking this time. A few minutes later I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs. Hanna walked into the room wearing her silk bathrobe, her hair wet and her face radiant.

She walked over to me and we kissed before she spoke.

"I think you need this." She said gently, taking the chain with the key from around her neck. "Take your clothes off."

I quickly stripped, nearly shaking at the thought of her removing the cage and fighting the urge to get hard.

"Now sit down and hold still."

I sat on the couch as she first removed the lock, then carefully disassembled the plastic pieces of the cage. I practically sprang erect when the cage came off, a drizzle of precum already seeping from the tip.

Hanna smeared the slick ooze over the head of my shaft, and then began stroking the tip with her thumb. For a moment I thought I might get a blowjob, but felt myself start to cum within just a couple seconds. The night of anticipation and denial boiled over, and cum blasted from my cock and onto my chest. The ache in my balls peaked as I came then thankfully began to slowly subside.

Hanna gently scratched her red nails against my chest, running the tip of her index finger though my jizz. She lifted her finger to her lips and licked it clean. "Mmmmmm" She purred and then ran her finger through it again. She moved her finger to my face this time; I didn't back away as she pressed it against my lips. I opened my mouth, letting her slide her finger across my tongue before licking her clean, tasting cum for the first time. She pulled her finger free and began slowly tracing it across my chest again.

"I know what you were thinking about earlier. If that's what you want to do then it's OK with me. I want to see you do it tomorrow." She swiped through another puddle of semen, and I met her finger with my tongue this time. "Do you want to taste his cum?" She asked as I sucked gently on her finger, and I nodded yes. "You'll get your chance, he's staying until Sunday." She licked up my chest this time, gathering the remaining jizz in her mouth, and then moved her head over mine. I opened my mouth under hers as she parted her lips to let the bulk of my load pour into my mouth. The taste covered my tongue, warm and savory. She waited for me to swallow and then we kissed.

Hanna stood and picked up the pieces of the cage. "I think we better put this back on, I don't want you to whack off tonight and lose interest." I said nothing, spreading my legs as she reassembled the cage over my now limp shaft. She slipped the necklace with the key back on her neck. "I'm going back upstairs for the night. James left his car keys over there on the table, I need you to get his suitcase out of the trunk and bring it upstairs. Just leave it at the top of the stairs." She must have noticed disappointment on my face, for she added. "Don't worry, you'll get to watch again tomorrow. I just want to be alone with him for the rest of the night." She said it as a statement, not a request, and then walked back upstairs without another word.

I sat on the couch for a few minutes, looking at my locked cock and pondering what the rest of the weekend would hold. I felt suddenly tired, so I went out to get James' suitcase. I carried it up the stairs, setting it down outside the closed bedroom door. Inside I could hear him saying "That's good. Suck that fucking cock. Fuck yeah..." along with the wet sounds of Hanna's lips and tongue working up and down his shaft. I was too fatigued to listen any longer, so I crept back downstairs and into the guest bedroom. My last thought before falling unconscious was whether I would follow through on Hanna's suggestion. I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before I was faced with the choice again.

Chapter 7

I woke the following morning to a quiet house. It was midmorning, and Hanna and James were still sleeping upstairs. I had no idea how long they had stayed up. I made myself breakfast and coffee and went outside on the deck to eat, not wanting to wake them.

It was lunchtime before Hanna came outside. She had on a bathrobe, her hair still wet from the shower. She looked tired but happy.

"Good morning." She said, sleepily.

"Good morning, well, for another half hour at least. Get any sleep?"

"James wasn't very interested in sleep." She smiled, walking over to me to sit in my lap, facing me. Her gown slipped open, exposing her tits. She made no effort to cover herself.

I put my arms around her, feeling her ass under the thin silk, and became suddenly aroused. The cage that I still wore cut that short. I grimaced from the pain.

"Careful now, don't get too worked up. Remember what we talked about last night. If you're a good boy today you might get a blowjob tomorrow after he leaves. Deal?"

"Deal." I replied, like I had a choice. The next 24 hours suddenly seemed like an eternity looming before me.

The three of us had lunch together. It was awkward for me, James barely acknowledged my presence, but the two of them laughed and talked together like kids on a first date. They sat across from me at the table, James resting his hand on her thigh most of the time. Hanna occasionally involved me in the conversation but I felt like the unwanted third wheel girlfriend cluttering up the date.

After lunch we took the boat out to a secluded cove up the channel from our cabin. Hanna often sunbathed topless there, out of view of the main lake channel. True to form she shed her bikini top as soon as we were out on our own.

She fished beer out of the cooler for herself and James and sat next to him. I went to the front and dropped the anchor, when I turned back Hanna had slipped to her knees in front of James. He sipped his beer as she slipped off his shorts and began stroking him. I stood there watching them for several minutes, her stroking him until he was fully erect in her hand.

Hanna turned back to me. "Don't be shy. Come back here and watch."

I walked to the back of the boat and took a seat next to James. Hanna blew him, working him slowly into her throat until her lips finally reached his pubic hair. Her face, neck and tits soon became slick with her spit and his pre cum. She turned to me and leaned in for a kiss. I met her mouth with mine and she probed me with her tongue. I could taste him on her lips, rich and salty. I wanted more, but she pulled away, pressing her finger to my lips. She smiled, knowing what I wanted, and went back down on her lover.

I thought for a minute that she was going to finish him with her mouth, but she stood long enough to slip off her bikini bottoms and then straddled him, sliding his cock inside her as she sat in his lap. She rode him slowly at first but soon she was bouncing on his cock hard enough to rock the boat.

She had brought him close with her blowjob and it wasn't long before he groaned, pulling her tight to him as he came. His cock twitched six or seven times as he planted his load inside her. My heart raced with anticipation, knowing what awaited me. Before the chastity cage, I would never have lasted this long without having came already from jacking off. After orgasm, there would have been no way that I would still be horny enough to do what I was about to do. Being in chastity changed everything. I was on edge, amped up, and waiting for my turn to be a part of the action.

She sat on his lap, kissing him until he began to soften inside her. I don't know if she was making me wait to tease me, or to give me a chance to back out. She finally slipped off and sat back on the boat seat, spreading her legs wide before me. She was wet with sweat, and a white rivulet of jizz began to pour from her slit.

Before I could have second thoughts I moved between her legs, licking up with my tongue to catch his load before it dropped onto the seatt. It was sticky on my tongue, and tasted more pungent than my own had the night before. I licked up to her cunt, the taste of her juices mingling with his as I probed into her wet hole. There was so much cum! She moaned with pleasure as I cleaned her, licking every drop from her until I could taste his cum no longer. I was dimly aware of James berating me - calling me a fag, a sissy, pathetic � but his voice was distant. I suppose he was right on all counts, but I didn't really care at the moment. I ached in my cage, wanting to cum so bad, but knew that would have to wait.

They fucked four more times that weekend. Twice he came on her tits, and once on the Queen of Spades tattoo above her pussy, and I eagerly cleaned every drop. It was humiliating, especially with James laughing at me while I licked up his cum like a kitten with a saucer of milk. Humiliating yes, but I could not stop myself. The last time they fucked on Sunday morning Hanna had me lie on my back under her in the 69 position as he fucked her from behind. She had made me strip down, and she played with my caged cock as I watched James' cock stretch her pussy lips from a few inches away. A few times I wanted to lick her clit as he fucked her, but I wasn't sure how James would react if my tongue brushed against his cock. I just lay there and watched as his shaft became slick with her juices, then smeared with streaks of white when he came in her. When he pulled out, his sperm flowed out onto my face, some dripping into my eyes causing them to sting. Hanna lowered herself onto my eager tongue and I licked the rest from her swollen cunt.

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True to her word, Hanna finally gave me release after he left that day. She unlocked the cage, taking me in her mouth this time. I stiffened and came quickly, my balls throbbing with pain as they emptied a large load into her mouth. She climbed into my lap, facing me, and tilted my head back. She moved her pretty red lips over mine, slowly drizzling my load into my mouth. She waited for me to swallow before kissing me.

"I love you so much baby." She purred. "I'm happy you're not ashamed to do what makes you feel good. You've been so good to me these last few months. I'll support you no matter what else you want to try. OK?"

What else. I had no idea how to respond. What else did she think I wanted to do? I was pretty sure that fucking Lindsey was not what she had in mind, and at any rate I had the feeling I had lost my opportunity for that. I just nodded and kissed her. We were spent. We collapsed on the bed, sleeping most of the afternoon.

When we woke up and packed for the drive home, the heat of the moment had passed and the reality of what had happened sank in. Hanna had a new lover and already had plans to spend Friday night alone with him. I had eaten another man's cum, several times in fact. Our journey into swinging seemed like it was spinning out of control. She had a Queen of Spades tattoo, I had a chastity cage, and that pretty much summed up our situation.

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