Epiphany

Jim wiped a thin bead of nervous sweat from his forehead as he drove the Volvo into the parking lot of the womens correctional facility. He'd been here every Sunday during visiting hours for the last six months to visit his wife, Liz, who was serving 6 months for her third DUI. At first she seemed grateful for his visits, and he would carry the memory of their teary one hour sessions with him through the week as he looked forward to his next visit. After a few months she seemed to harden a bit, and he just chalked it up to the realities of life in prison and tried not to let it bother him too much. It stung though when the first thing she started asking for every week was whether or not he remembered to bring another carton of Newport Lights. Since when did she start smoking Newports? She had been smoking Marlboro Lights for the entire four years of their marriage. The one week he forgot to bring the cigarettes she claimed she had gotten in trouble during the week and only had 15 minutes for visitation instead of the normal hour. He made sure he never forgot them again. Everything would be different now. She was being released today and he would finally be reunited with her. It might take her a little time to adjust to a normal life on the outside, but their marriage was strong and he knew it wouldn't be long before they grew close again and settled back into a normal routine. He glanced over at the bouquet of roses he picked up on the way over and couldn't wait to see her face light up when she saw them. Getting out of the car, he rolled down the driver side window so he could reach in and surprise her with the roses as she walked up to the car. After nearly 45 minutes he heard a loud beeping sound, the sound a garbage truck makes when it backs up, and saw the sliding metal doors of the outside gate start to open. A few seconds later he saw her-- Liz!-- walk out being escorted by a large black male Correctional Officer. They walked slowly to the area just outside the sliding gate and it almost looked as if she was leaning into him. She seemed to be saying her final goodbyes, because she lingered for a few minutes talking to him then she gave the guard a hug that seemed to last a little longer than seemed appropriate before giving him a quick peck on the cheek and making her way over to the car. As she got closer, Jim noticed that she still had the cornrows her hair she started wearing around the same time she switched to Newports . What the hell happened to her in there? When she was about 20 feet away he reached in and grabbed the roses and held them out to her. ?I thought you would like these. I've missed you so much. You ready to get out of here?? ?Yeah, I guess so. Are those for me? You shouldn't have. Seriously.? ?I thought you loved roses.? ?Yeah, um, I do. I'm sorry, they are beautiful. I'm just still a little overwhelmed by getting out of jail. You have to understand, Jim: It's going to take me a little bit to get back into the swing of things, ok?? With that she gave him a quick hug. Jim leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her face away at the last moment. ?Whats wrong??, he demanded, indignant, ?Can't I give my wife, who I haven't been physical with for 6 months, a kiss when I first see her?? A flash of anger lit up her face as she replied, ?What the hell is your problem? I'm the one thats been locked up for 6 months. I just need a little time, ok? I promise, things will get better when I adjust. You just have to give me a little time, please.? ?I'm sorry, I - I didn't realize. I love you so much. Of course, you can take all the time you need to adjust. I didn't realize I was being so selfish. I'll try harder.? A brief look of pity clouded he features as she replied, ?Ok. I'm sorry too. Lets just get in the car and get out of here.? With that she walked over to the passenger side and let herself in. Jim started up the car and they drove the whole way home in silence, the image of her leaning in to kiss the guard goodbye playing over and over in his mind. After three awkward weeks of living together things started to loosen up between them. The first few nights had been really rough ? sleeping in the same bed with her but being afraid to initiate sex for worry of upsetting her was almost too much to take. But when they finally did make love it was almost like making love to a stranger. She coupled with a feral, almost bestial intensity she never displayed before in the first years of marriage. And the things she asked him to do! When did she start liking to get slapped or called a 'dirty white slut'? When had she ever been interested in anal? The one or two times he had asked when they first got married she told him under no uncertain terms it was out of the question--but now she was begging for it! She must have been hitting the prison gym a lot too, because her body was firmer than it had ever been before she was locked up. One night, after another disturbing sexual encounter with a woman he barely even recognized in bed, she lay holding him and gently sobbing. ?Whats wrong sweetie? Why are you crying?? ?It's just ? I'm sorry, I know I'm not the same. Things are different, I just can't help it.? ?It's ok, I love you. We'll get though whatever it is together, alright?? Still sobbing, she nodded her head against his chest, ?I know. I'm really sorry. I keep asking you for all this rough sex, and I know you aren't that type. Prison was really hard on me, ok? I had to do things ? you know ? to survive.? Jim didn't want to think about what she meant by that so he replied, ?Yeah, well thats all in the past. You are home with me, where you belong. No matter how much time it takes, we are going to get through this. Together.? Jim came home from work the next day and was surprised to find that Liz had gone shopping. Unaccountably, she still had her hair in cornrows and now it looked like she was changing her wardrobe to match her hair. ?Hi Honey! I went shopping, come in the bedroom and look at some of the stuff I got.? Jim groaned inwardly, as all husbands do when forced to watch the inevitable fashion show their wives put on after shopping. But nothing could have prepared him for this. Gone was the demure girl he married who like to wear loose jeans, boots, and sweatshirts. She looked like one of the candy girls in a hip hop video: crushed velvet booty shorts that only covered the top half of her ass cheeks, knee-high athletic socks with pumas on her feet, and a tight Sean John t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination since she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. One outfit after another was more of the same; slutty fuck-me outfits that she wouldn't have been caught dead in before she was locked up. Again he had to wonder what horrors she went through in there, but he knew better than to confront her about it. Inwardly resigned to accepting her new fashion sense he said, ?Yeah, sweetie. You look great. Really sexy.? They had been married for four years and she wasn't fooled, ?You don't like them? Whats wrong?? ?No, I do ? I really do. It's just different, thats all. I'll get used to it.? He seemed to be getting used to more and more lately. ?Ok, because I really love the way I look. It's just clothes, right? Do you like the way my ass looks in these shorts?? She was teasing him, he knew, but he had to admit that seeing her ass halfway falling out of her shorts was a turn-on. She looked at him like a lioness stalking a gazelle and slowly crossed the space between them. Grabbing his semi-hard cock through his pants she started nuzzling his neck and stroked him to a full hard-on. She pushed him down on the bed, stared straight at him as she lowered her booty shorts to reveal no panties, then tugged his pants off, freeing up his now raging erection. Still giving off the aura of a lioness hunting prey, she straddled and rode him with the now familiar animal lust that was so different from how she used to be. As good as it felt, Jim couldn't help notice that after she mounted him she kept her eyes closed the whole time until she climaxed. She never noticed his tears as she got herself off. Coming home early from work one Friday, he got dropped off by the carpool and let himself in the front door. He could hear Liz in the kitchen on the phone with somebody, but she didn't hear him come in so he hung up his coat, took off his shoes and wandered in to the kitchen. ?Yeah, I miss you too? she was saying to somebody ?I can't wait to see you again. It's been hell without you, I think about you all the time.? The person on the other end said something and Liz continued, ?of course I'll be there to pick you up, and you are definitely staying with me for as long as you want to.? The other person said something else and Liz went on, ?you are. You know you are, that will never change no matter what else is going on in my life.? The other person said something else, and Liz hung up the phone. ?Who was that?? A momentary look of shock and defensiveness crossed her face, but it was gone almost immediately. ?Are you eavesdropping on me? How fucking long have you been listening to me? What gives you the right? Mind your own God damned business!? Shocked, Jim could only stammer ?Wh-What? I just asked you a question. You don't need to bite my head off! I just want to know who you were talking to? Who is it that you ?miss? and ?think about all the time? and are going to be picking up this Sunday? Are you having an affair on me?? Her moment of anger seemed to pass and she looked at him sympathetically ?It was my cell mate, Latetia. She was like an older sister to me in there, I wouldn't have made it without her. We grew close ? really close. She's getting out of prison this Sunday and I promised her she could stay with us until she figured out what she wanted to do.? ?You promised her, without talking it over with me?? She got that lioness gleam in her eye again and stood up, sliding her arms around his neck. ?Honey, it's really important to me to be there for her, ok? I owe her a lot, and that means you owe her a lot. Giving her a place to stay for a while until she gets back on her feet is the least we could do for her, right? I'm sorry I didn't ask you first, but I already promised her, and this is really, really important to me. Don't fight me on this, ok?? God she smelled good, and the whole time she was talking she was slowly grinding her hips on Jim until he almost couldn't remember why he was upset in the first place. He nodded, ?Ok, I guess if it's important to you. And how bad could she be, right? If she took care of you then I guess I really do owe her a debt of gratitude.? That night though, she shrugged off his attempts to initiate sex. Not wanting to upset her, Jim rolled over and pretended to fall asleep. About twenty minutes later he heard the unmistakable sounds of her pleasuring herself. After he was sure she was asleep, the first tears trickled down his cheeks as he did his best to muffle his sobs. He didn't get any sleep that night. Sunday morning came and Jim woke up early to make Liz breakfast in bed. Bringing up the tray with scrambled eggs, toasted bagel, and orange juice he set it on her lap and leaned over her to kiss her forehead and wake her up. As her eyes fluttered open she glanced down at the breakfast tray and her face beamed with happiness. ?Honey you didn't have to do that,? she leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek, ?but I'm glad you did. I have a big day ahead of me and I need to get some food in me!? Clearly pleased at his devotion, she smiled at him again as she took a sip from her orange juice. ?So, what time do we need to be there to pick up your friend?? ?Oh, Honey, I thought I would just go up there myself, ok? She doesn't know you and I'd really like a little bit of time alone with her to catch up before we get back to the house.? She gave him a look that said this wasn't really a request. ?If you think that's best, ok. I guess I'll see you two when you get back.? Jim couldn't conceal the hurt on his face, but if Liz noticed she didn't seem to care. Later on in the afternoon, Jim heard the Volvo pull up in the driveway and he looked out the window, but for some reason he hid behind the curtains as he looked out. The two women were still in the car in what looked to be a long hug. Then he noticed they were actually kissing. His stomach sank in his gut and his heart started racing. Suddenly feeling ashamed of his spying he backed away from the curtains and walked over to the foyer to wait for the two women to come into the house. A minute or two later the front door opened up and Jim was floored: before him was the most beautiful black woman he had ever seen. She had breasts that dwarfed the 'A' cup his wife had, her hair was straightened and parted, her full lips continually drew his gaze ? when he could tear his eyes away from her chest, and those hips! Her ass was a perfect bubble. Even without her high heels she would have been 2 or 3 inches taller than him. Realizing himself, Jim snapped back into focus and tried to meet her eyes. What stared back at him was barely concealed contempt. ?So, I guess you are the white husband?? ?Um, yeah. I'm Liz' husband, Jim. And that would make you Latetia?? Ignoring the question, she continued to stare at him with distaste and said, ?It was a long drive, get me something to drink.? Jim looked over to Liz, but she just stared at him in expectation. Shrugging inwardly, Jim went to the kitchen, grabbed a coke from the fridge, and brought it out to Latetia and tried to hand it to her. ?What the fuck is this? Do I look like a little girl to you? I said get me a drink! Put some alcohol in it.? Looking over at Liz she continued, ?how do you put up with this shit?? Jim thought this was a bit much, but when he glanced at Liz again, she slid her arm behind Latetia's waist and looked up at her with adoration in her eyes. So he went to the cupboard and pulled out the Jim Beam and mixed a beam&coke for his new houseguest. Latetia took the drink and oddly enough she rewarded him with a pleasant - even sensuous, smile. Grabbing Liz' hand she sauntered over to the love seat and sat down, pulling Liz down into the seat next to her. She then crossed her legs, letting her high heel dangle from her foot, and slid her arm around Liz' shoulders. There being no room left on the love seat, Jim took a seat in the reclining chair opposite them and leaned back ? then hurridly snapped the seat back to upright when he realized his erection was showing. Liz only had eyes for their guest and didn't seem to notice, but Latetia noticed and showed her approval by slightly licking her lips and recrossing her legs. Jim tried to recover from his embarrassment and said, ?So, we have a guest room all made up for you, with it's own bathroom. There are clean towels in the hall. Feel free to make yourself at home ? whats mine is yours? He realized his mistake as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Leaning down to plant a kiss right on his wife's mouth, Latetia looked over at him and smiled that knowing smile, ?Thank you very much, I think I will.? Later that night, after he had cooked dinner for the ladies and the evening was winding down, Latetia gave Liz a hug and whispered something in her ear. ?I'm turning in, have a good night you two.? So they went off to bed. ?Wow, she's really intense, huh?? Jim asked, as Liz was getting ready for bed. He noticed she was actually changing out of the bra and panties she wore all day and was putting on something she had just picked on from Victoria's Secret on Saturday. ?Yeah, isn't she great? I'm so glad she is here. You are gonna learn to love her, just give it some time. It's really important to me that you two become friends. Remember, we owe her a lot for how she took me under her wing in prison.? If Jim was concerned by the glow about Liz as she talked about Latetia, he didn't show it. In fact, for his own part he was having a hard time not thinking about her. It was only the view of his wife wearing those sexy panties and that they hadn't had sex since last Thursday that allowed him to focus his energies on Liz. Climbing into bed next to her he slowly slid his hand up her thigh and kissed the soft area behind her ear, ?come on, it's been days and my balls are about to explode...? She rolled over and cupped his face with her hand, ?sweetie, it's been a long day. Don't be selfish. There is always time for that, but right now I need some sleep. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight.? She turned back over towards her side of the bed and switch the light off. Jim rolled over, facing away from his wife feeling dejected and horny as hell. As he drifted off to sleep he couldn't get the image of Latetia crossing and recrossing her legs all night, knowing he was watching, as they all sat talking in the living room. Later that night Jim woke up to use the bathroom was startled to find his bed empty. His heart sunk, knowing where Liz was, but he had to see it for himself so he slunk down the hallway to the guest bedroom as quietly as he could. The thought of Liz in bed with Latetia gave him a raging hard-on, and he felt betrayed by his own desire, but it wasn't enough to make him go back to bed without confirming what he knew in his heart to be true. He reached Latetia's door, which was wide open, and peered in. Sure enough he saw his wife, naked, sprawled on top of Latetia and snoring in that cute little way she did. But Latetia was awake and looked at Jim, triumph written all over her face, as she slowly slid her hand down Liz' back and cupped his wife's ass cheek. Ashamed at his voyeuristic need to see them together, and more ashamed at how aroused it made him, he quickly looked away and hurried back to to the master bedroom. He closed the door so Latetia wouldn't hear him as he started sobbing to himself. After a minute he did the inevitable: slid his boxer shorts off and started masturbating, even more heartbreaking because he found himself thinking about Latetia while he was doing it. When he woke up in the morning Jim resolved to pretend like last night never happened. He noticed his bed was still empty, so he stepped in to the shower to freshen up and give himself some time to think before facing them. After he dried off he threw on some sweats and went down to the kitchen. Passing the guest bedroom he noticed it was empty. Latetia was sitting in the kitchen, looking gorgeous in a baby-tee and panties, eating a bowl of raisin bran and watching some morning news program. Liz was nowhere in sight. ?Where's Liz?? Acting as if she hadn't heard him, she continued eating her cereal and watching the news. Realizing he wouldn't get any answers from her until she was ready, Jim sat down on the opposite side of the breakfast table and started watching the news also, but his gaze kept drifting over to Latetia's thighs. After a few minutes she finished her cereal and pushed the empty bowl over to Jim's side of the table, ?Put that in the sink for me,? She fixed a steady gaze on him, as if defying him to ask her to clean up after herself. Unable to meet her stare, he grabbed her empty cereal bowl and took it over to the sink, humiliated by his erection that was clearly showing through his sweats. Turning around from the sink Jim looked over to see her looking at him with approval in her eyes, and damn her if she wasn't slowly recrossing her legs. ?Good boy. Come sit down, we need to talk.? Jim headed back toward the seat he was in before but she interrupted him, ?No, come sit here next to me.? His heart leaped in his chest and his boner actually twitched as he changed course to sit next to her. After he was seated, she edged her chair up until their knees were touching and she leaned in and placed a hand on his thigh, slowly moving it up from his knee to just ? agonizingly ? before the tip of his erection. ?I know you are worried, and I understand you are afraid of losing your wife,? she purred as she continued moving her hand up and down his thigh, ?but it doesn't have to be like that,? she slid her other hand behind his neck and started massaging, ?but you have to accept that the days of you being in charge here are over.? She stopped moving both her hands at once, as if waiting for a reply... The ache in his balls and the almost hypnotizing effect of her voice was more than he could handle, so Jim continued looking at the floor and slowly nodded his assent, ?I understand.? Her hand movements started back up again and she leaned in the place the slightest of kisses on his forehead, ?Good, I thought you would make the right choice. Now that we are clear on who's the boss, you need to start addressing me with a little more respect. From now on when you address me you are to call me Ma'am, do you understand?? ?Yes, Ma'am? Jim murmured, unable to stop a lone tear from making it's way down his cheek. She leaned in again and kissed the tear on his cheek. ?Follow me upstairs, and I'll show you how good boys get rewarded.? With that she stopped massaging his neck and thigh and got up from the table. She favored him with a sultry glance before turning around and padding back toward the stairs and up to the guest bedroom. Helpless, knowing he was lost, Jim got up and followed; mesmerized by the rhythmic motion of her ass as she walked away from him. Reaching the guest bedroom door, he stood transfixed, watching as she bent over and fished something from her luggage. When she turned around she had a pair of padded hand-cuffs in one hand, and a leather paddle in the other. ?Come over here? she stared at him expectantly. ?Yes, ma'am? Smiling at his good manners, she fastened the cuffs on Jim's wrists with his hands behind him. She then sat the edge of the bed and beckoned him to lean over her knees. A little off balance, Jim slowly lowered himself over her knees, knowing what was to come next. She expertly tugged his sweats down to his ankles and started kneading his ass cheeks and lightly raking her fingernails up and down the inside of his thighs. When she could feel his cock throbbing against her thigh, she gently tugged his balls down, stretching them until just before the point of pain before releasing them. ?Tell me how much you need me.? ?Ma'am, I need you. I'll do anything you want. Please, just please?? SMACK the paddle cut him off before he could finish. The pain was sharp, and made him momentarily forget what he was saying. ?Don't you ever ask me for sex!? she swatted him again, bringing a groan from Jim's mouth ?I own your cock, you understand. When I want to you cum, you will come. But you need to understand that your sexual happiness will only come when I am happy. You whole mission in life now is to please me,? she swatted him again, but then he felt her hands gently kneading his burning ass cheeks ?I don't want to be any harsher with you than I have to be. So don't make me punish you.? She pushed him off her knees, landing him on the floor, and rolled over with her chest leaning on the bed and her knees on the floor. ?Show me how sorry you are. Kiss my ass and tell me how much you want to please me.? Feeling grateful for a way to get back in her good graces, Jim picked himself up from the floor as best as he could with his arms behind his back and fell to showering her ass with slavish and adoring kisses, occasionally taking a moment or two between kisses to murmur how much he needed her. Apparently pleased with his performance, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder at Jim's attention to her ass. ?Good boy, do you want some sugar?? Jim's eyes lit up, even though he wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that. Anything of hers was welcome, whatever 'sugar' was. Latetia rolled over, ?pull my panties off.? ?But ma'am, my hands are stuck behind my back.? The slap came before Jim had a chance to dodge. ?I said pull my panties off, and next time don't try to dodge.? Feeling humiliated and inept, it finally dawned on Jim to use his teeth. He inched up, careful to not touch her until his mouth was directly over her panties, then lowered his mouth to gently pull them off. He couldn't pull his head back up, so his cheek slid down her thigh as he tugged them off. He couldn't believe how smooth her skin was -- or how lucky he was to touch it. Eventually he succeeded in getting her panties down her legs and over her high heels. Feeling a deep sense of satisfaction for getting the task done, he got back up on his knees and stared at her pussy, now obviously wet from the satisfaction of commanding him. He felt her hands grab his hair and guide him in, and lost himself in the task until she moaned in climax. ?You're pretty good at that. Looks like we might have a use for you after all.? Relief crashed over Jim like a tidal wave. He couldn't remember when he last felt this proud of himself for something. Anything! Anything for this woman who had come into his life. Jim's head filled with fantasies of serving her and keeping her happy. That's when he heard the front door open and his wife come in. Mortified by his current situation, Jim realized he hadn't thought about her since earlier this morning when he asked Latetia where she was. ?Hi honey, I'm home? She called up from downstairs. Knowing there was no hiding at this point, he called out, ?I'm up--? Another smack from Latetia. ?She was talking to me, you idiot.? Jim look back down to the floor, acutely conscious of his nakedness and hands cuffed behind his back. ?Yes, ma'am.? Liz came up the stairs and entered the guest bedroom, looking cute in one of her candy girl outfits. If she was surprised by the scene before her she didn't show it. ?Did you get it, and the other stuff I told you to get?? Latetia demanded. ?Yes Ma'am.? Liz replied, smirking at Jim as she did so. ?Show it to me.? Completely ignoring the oddity of her husband's handcuffed nakedness and glistening face, she turned around and pulled down her shorts to reveal a tattoo. Some part of Jim was still holding on to his old image of his wife before she went to prison, so he was shocked to see that not only did she get a tattoo ? the old Liz would never have considered it, but even more shocking was what the tattoo read: 'Black Owned'. Right on the lower back, just barely above her ass ? something they called a 'Tramp Stamp' these days. His heart sunk and he knew that his old life was gone and would never be the same again. Latetia nodded her approval. ?I love it. What do you think about it, Jim?? Her look said he had better be very careful with his reply. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Jim forced his face to brighten as he looked at his wife and said, ?Sweetie, it looks so hot on you. I love it, I really do!? Her face lit up in approval and she took a step toward Jim before realizing herself, she looked over to Latetia for permission. Latetia nodded and Liz fairly leaped across the room and showered Jim with kisses, she let her had drift down to his cock and started massaging him. Favoring him with a deep, lingering kiss she leaned in to whisper ?Wow, you taste pretty good.? After a moment, Latetia broke them up with ?Did you get the rest of the things I asked for?? ?Of course, ma'am.? She proceeded to pull a number of pornographic dvds from her shopping bag, all of them about white girls being dominated by black men. She also pulled out one of those strap-on cocks Jim thought only lesbians used, but this one was black and nearly twice as big as his penis. The final item she pulled from her bag looked like a weird bent tube with some sort of ring and lock attached, but he wasn't sure what it was. Latetia looked over the items with approval, then pulled Liz in close to her and gave her a deep kiss while looking pointedly over at Jim. She reached down giving Liz' ass a firm squeeze then broke off the kiss with ?Lets go downstairs and pop one of these dvds in.? As they filed out of the room Jim noticed that Latetia grabbed the weird tube contraption before leaving the room. When they got to the living room Latetia took the cuffs off of Jim and then sat herself down on the couch. ?Come here, Jim. Sit between my legs.? Jim walked over to the couch and turned around lowering himself down between her legs with his back pressed against her breasts. She whispered in his ear, ?keep your hands underneath your thighs, like a good boy, and we won't have to use the cuffs.? She then hooked her calves over his knees and pried his legs apart. Liz popped one of the dvds into the player then sat on the couch next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder. She let her hand climb over his thigh and slowly began stroking him. Since he had already jerked off earlier in the night after finding Liz sleeping in Latetia's room, he had a bit of staying power regardless of how turned on he was from his earlier time alone with his new mistress. As the scenes on the t.v. grew closer to climax Liz stroked him harder and harder, but she only had eyes for the black studs on the t.v. pounding the white pussies into submission. Scene after scene, whenever he looked at his wife her eyes seemed clouded over with lust at the images of the black men on the screen. Latetia nibbled on his ear and whispered, ?Would you like to see your Liz getting fucked by a black man?? Jim paused, somewhere in him knowing he was on the precipice, the point of no return. His hesitation must have been obvious, because Liz stopped stoking his cock and looked up at him. He couldn't recognize the look in her eyes, and he could feel Latetia's gaze burning in to the back of his head. With a last, defeated twinge of heartbreak, he gave up and said yes, he would like to see Liz getting fucked by a black man. Liz smiled up at him and resumed jerking him off, and he felt Latetia's hot breath on his ear as she purred ?Good boy? and went back to nibbling his earlobe. Neither one of them saw the tears coming from his eyes, or would have cared if they did. After a few more scenes he couldn't help himself and blew his load all over his thigh. ?Shhhh, it's alright? Latetia whispered, as she used her hand to scoop up the cum from thigh and bring it to his lips. ?Eat this, it will make you feel better.? He looked over at his wife, but she seemed oblivious to anything except the scene of the black man making the white girl beg to be allowed to suck his cock, so with no fight left in him he leaned his head back against Latetia's shoulder and parted his lips to let her fingers slide into his mouth. After the movie was over Liz seemed to come back to herself and looked up at Jim. ?I'm so proud of you, you have no idea how much of a relief it is that I don't have to lose you. It takes a strong man to accept change and put another's a happiness before his own. I'm so glad we have each other and you stood by me all this time.? Latetia reached over and grabbed the strange tube device. ?Remember before when we agreed that your cock belongs to me? I don't want you sneaking off and relieving yourself without my permission, so we are going to put this on you. It's a male chastity belt.? Jim's cock was flaccid from having cum twice in a relatively short period of time, so the device slid easily over him. After eating his own cum in front of his wife as she sat watching white girls get dominated by black men, he didn't think he could feel any more humiliated, but having his cock locked up brought him to a new low. ?Good boy? Latetia whispered as she clicked the lock in place. She then fastened the key to her ankle bracelet. ?I'll keep it safely on me, for now anyway...? As she looked over at his wife. Jim had no idea what the look meant that passed between them. She continued, ?Jim, do you know what a 'panty-boy' is?? ?No, ma'am? ?When a good boy, like you, lets his little cock get locked up and devotes himself to being a good pussy licker, we like to call him a 'panty-boy'. Do you want to be a good boy for us?? ?Yes, ma'am? ?Good, now go upstairs to my bedroom and grab a pair of my panties. I don't think you will fit into your wife's size. You can wear a pair of mine while you go out shopping for new panties of your own.? ?Yes, ma'am.? When Jim came walking back down the steps, both the women burst into laughter and his face blushed dark red for shame. ?Good boy, or should I say panty-boy. Now go get dressed and buy your own panties. Liz will be clearing out your drawers of boxer shorts while you are gone. Hurry back and we will show you what we do to good panty-boys.? Excited at the prospect of another sexual encounter, Jim forgot his shame and hurried back upstairs to get dressed and go shopping. When he returned later, he noticed that his underwear drawer had indeed been cleared out, making room for his new purchases. After neatly arranging his new panties in the drawer, he went back downstairs to find the women watching another interracial porno. Latetia was rubbing his wife's clit , and Liz seemed to be enthralled again by the scenes of black men dominating white women. Neither one of them acknowledged his presence, so he slumped in to a chair and waited for them to finish up. After the movie ended Latetia looked over at him and smiled. ?Good, you're back. We hadn't notice you.? She winked as she said this, letting Jim know just how important he now was. ?As promised, good panty-boys get rewarded. Liz, how would you like to get fucked by a huge black cock?? Her eyes lit up as she thought about the prospect. ?Please, please! I need some black cock so bad!? Latetia gave Liz an ass squeeze and a kiss and told her to wait downstairs until she called for her. ?Panty-boy, follow me.? For all his recent humiliations, moments like this almost made them seem worth it. Jim was treated to another view of watching a perfectly formed black bubble ass walk up the stairs ahead of him. Maybe she was going to release his cock and let him fuck his wife? When she got to her bed, she picked up the huge strap-on cock and started fastening it on Jim. It fit perfectly over his chastity belt. Jim tried not to let his thoughts linger on the only way he was going to fuck his wife was with a plastic cock, twice the size of his own ? and black. After a few minutes Latetia looked over her handiwork and seemed satisfied. ?I did it this time, but don't get used to me putting this on for you. You need to learn to do this for yourself. You do want to please your wife, don't you?? ?Yes ma'am.? Latetia called down the stairs, ?Liz, get up here!? She then moved over to the other side of the room and sat down in a chair, slowly crossing her legs. Jim heard Liz running up the stairs in anticipation. When she entered the room her eyes her eyes went straight to the strap-on. ?Oh my god! It looks even bigger on him then I thought. So much bigger than his. Oh Jim, I love it. Fuck me! Fuck me like a dog! Make me your bitch, really give it to me. Oh, I fucking need that cock so bad!? She was on her knees, looking up pleading with him with her eyes to take her. For his own part, Jim remembered his placed and looked over to Latetia for permission before going any further. She nodded her approval and Jim felt like a man again for the first time in a long time. His old, masculine instincts took over and he grabbed her head, pulling it towards his black cock. She eagerly parted her lips and started working his 'cock' like a pro. Where did she learn to do this? But he knew, and didn't want to let the thought ruin the moment. He felt amazing, looking down on his wife slavishly eating up his cock. So what if it wasn't his? What a minor thing to be concerned over. He reached down and hooked his hands under her armpits and threw her face down on the bed leaning over with her feet still on the floor. It was rougher than he normally would have done, but she seemed to like it like this and he wasn't going to stop now. Spreading her legs with his knees, he slid the cock in her and exulted when she moaned as she took it all. Take that, bitch! He pounded her, over and over again with a fury he didn't know he had. All the shame of the last few days turned to sexual energy and he didn't even mind that he was looking down at a 'Black Owned' tattoo. He chanced to look up and noticed Latetia staring at him with a sly smile on her face as she gently fingered herself. She winked at him and it almost threw him off his stride. He tore his gaze away and focused back on his wife, who was nearing climax. He really wanted to pound his mastery of her home so he renewed his efforts as they came up on the finish line. She screamed! Her fingernails clawed in to the sheets as she arced her back and moaned again. Gradually, he slowed down to a stop and slid the cock out of her then rolled on to the bed on his back and tried to catch his breath. She climbed on top of him and rested her head on his chest. ?Jim, that was amazing! That was the best fuck you ever gave me, you were an animal!? He felt a momentary pride before it hit home that she was talking about getting fucked by another cock than his own. He tried to hold on to the moment, lying to himself, but it was slipping away. He looked down at her dreamily satisfied face and told himself again that it was him she really needed. A few more moments passed before Latetia walked over to the bed to stand over them. ?Liz, get up and head down the hallway and get in the shower. I'll meet you there in a few minutes.? Liz' head snapped up and she got up from the bed, pausing to give Jim one last kiss before heading down to the shower in the master bedroom. ?She really does love you, Jim. As long as you remain a good panty-boy things could be very good for all of us.? She leaned over and cupped his face with one of her hands. ?Make sure you clean that cock up before you go to bed. You'll be sleeping in here from now. We'll be down the hall in the master bedroom. See you in the morning before you go to work.? ?Yes ma'am.? Jim waited until she was gone, making sure to get one last glimpse of her ass as she walked out of the room, then got up and unfastened the strap-on. He used some anti-bacterial from the sink in the bathroom and then collapsed in to the bed. Latetia hadn't changed the sheets, so along with the smell of his wife's pussy, he could still smell her from when she slept there the night before. Exhausted, the last thought in his mind before he drifted off to sleep was of his wife enthralled by the images of black men fucking white girls on t.v. For the next four weeks things started to take on a normalcy of their own. Jim woke up, made breakfast for the women and served them wearing only his panties. Sometimes they laughed, sometimes they ignored him. Liz spent hours every day watching the porn dvds she purchased. Sometimes they let him watch as they had sex, sometimes the bedroom door was locked ? a sign that he wasn't welcome that evening. Sometimes Latetia let him fuck Liz with the strap-on, and sometimes she would just bend Jim over her knee and beat his ass red with the paddle as Liz watched and giggled. The best of times were when Latetia let him eat one or both of their pussies, because he knew their moans were genuine and he was giving them pleasure ? the one task he knew he truly excelled at. He always felt his own self worth the most on those special nights, and he came to live for them. One Friday Jim came home from work and Liz was waiting for him in the living room. Latetia didn't appear to be home. ?Honey, can you come in here? We need to talk.? Those words never meant anything good, so with a sense of trepidation Jim walked in to the living room and sat down next to his wife on the love seat. ?Honey, things are going really well, don't you think?? Slight pause, then ?Yes, I've adjusted to our new life and even started feeling genuine satisfaction from seeing you get pleasure. When you're happy I'm happy. I really mean it.? She beamed. ?Good. Latetia left for a little bit to give us a chance to talk in private. I really wanted to have a chance to make sure you are going to be ok before we take the next step.? ?Next step?? ?Honey, did you really think that licking my pussy and fucking me with that toy would keep me satisfied? I need the real thing! You knew this was coming, sooner or later, right?? Jim had feared it over the last month, but the same part of him that tricked himself into believing his wife really wanted him as he fucked her with the strap-on also tricked him to thinking things would stay as they were. He almost sobbed, knowing what was coming, but desperately he tried to reason with her, ?Why can't we just use my real cock? It's been locked up for a month! I dry hump the bed every night as I try to sleep. Get Latetia to let my cock out and I'll fuck your brains out. I've got so much backed up cum you won't be able to walk when I'm done with you...? But he knew she didn't believe his feeble boast, and in truth he didn't believe it himself. If his cock was let out he would cum in about five seconds and be the laughed at by the women. The look of pity on her face was heartbreaking, but she was insistent, ?Jim, get real. You know that little white cock of yours will never be able to satisfy me again. We've gone too far, that part of our life is over.? She almost looked angry as she continued, ?what happened to you being genuinely satisfied by seeing me pleasured? Stop being so god damn selfish and just accept how things are.? Her look softened again as she went on ?I'm sorry, I really am. But I need the real thing. Dvd's and fake cocks aren't doing it anymore, and as good as you have gotten at eating pussy, it's still not enough. I need a real cock, a real man in my life. I'll never stop loving you, I know you know that. This is just a lifestyle choice, about getting needs met. I know you will adjust, like you did when Latetia entered our life. Given enough time you might even find you like it, who knows? A lot of couples get into power sharing and they love it! That could be us, ok? Please honey, ok? Just keep an open mind like you have been and we'll see how it goes.? She was leaning against him as she said all this, her hand slowly moving up and down his chest as she talked up at his ear. When he slowly nodded his head, she straddled him and gave him a deep kiss, longer than anything Latetia allowed between them when she was there. ?I'm so glad you are being open minded, honey. Listen, tomorrow morning he will be here. He will be staying the entire weekend, leaving Sunday evening, and this will go on every weekend. He's already laid down some ground rules, ok? You are never to make eye contact with him, you need to be on your knees whenever you are in the same room as him, you aren't allowed to wear anything but your panties when he is in the house, and you have to address him as 'Sir'. I know it seems like a lot, but you'll learn quick. I know you will. You are my sweet panty-boy and I know you want to see me happy.? She gave him another lingering kiss then climbed off him. ?I have to go upstairs and get ready, Latetia will be home soon. You better get started on dinner.? For a long moment after she went upstairs Jim just sat there. Apparently he didn't have any more tears to shed for himself, so he just stared at the wall for a while until his wife called down the stairs to remind him to get started on dinner. Morning came, and with first light Jim was in the kitchen wearing only his panties as he made breakfast for the women. After placing the trays on their laps, Latetia reached up and squeezed his ass cheek. ?You're doing the right thing, panty-boy. Once you see how happy Liz is you will know you made the right choice.? She traced her nails down the back of his thigh before giving him a quick pat on the ass and saying ?You better get back downstairs and clean up the kitchen before Tyrell gets here.? Jim hurried down the stairs to obey, and sure enough he barely had time to finish cleaning the kitchen before he heard a ring at the doorbell. Both the women padded down the steps in their bare feet, wearing nothing but the new bra&panty sets they purchased for the occasion. ?Get the door, panty-boy. And make sure you are on your knees.? Climbing down to his knees to obey, he made his way to the door just as the bell rang for the 2nd time. He opened the door to find the huge prison guard who Liz had hugged and kissed before leaving the parking lot staring down at him. The slap to the face came immediately after. ?What were you told about making eye contact with me, boy?? Jim hurridly lowered his eyes and stammered out, ?I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again.? He barely had time to move out of the way as Tyrell walked through him toward the girls, as if he wasn't aware there was a man on his knees before him. Latetia hooked her leg around the back of Tyrell's and ground her hips up against him, ?I've missed you so much. I'm sorry it took so long to prepare the place for you? she looked down briefly at Jim before continuing ?the panty-boy needed some time to adjust.? Tyrell kissed her then broke off their embrace to take Liz in his arms. She didn't say anything, but her look said it all: she had been waiting for this moment since she got out of prison. ?Bitches, get over on the couch.? The girls scurried to obey, and Jim felt a momentary pleasure at seeing Latetia be subservient to a man, even if it wasn't him. After the girls were seated Tyrell addressed Jim again, ?Sissy, crawl over to Latetia and get my key off her ankle bracelet.? Jim's heart sunk but he hurried to obey. He really wanted to make a good impression, for Liz. Taking a brief private moment for himself to admire Latetia's perfect pedicure, he retrieved the key and scurried over to hand it to Tyrell, making sure to keep his eyes glued to the floor as he did so. ?Good sissy. If you keep it up things might go a bit easier than I thought they would.? Unaccountably, Jim felt a swelling of pride at the praise and he hazarded a glance up at his wife, who favored him with a quick look of approval before snapping her eyes back up to the new man in her life. ?Bitches, get upstairs to the bedroom! And get warmed up before I get up there, me and the sissy need to have a little talk.? The girls didn't need any further encouragement as they jumped off the couch to obey, running up the stairs to get to the bedroom. Tyrell fished a dog collar from his bag and handed it down to Jim, ?Put this on.? Jim fumbled with the clasp a little, but in no time he had the dog collar securely fastened to his neck. Tyrell let a leash dangle down in front of Jim's face, ?Attach this to the ring.? Jim obeyed. Then Tyrell sat down on the couch and motioned for Jim to sit on the floor next to him. ?Listen, sissy. I don't know what your relationship was like with your wife before I got hold of her, but by now you realize those days are long gone, yes?? He waited for Jim's reply. ?Yes, Sir.? ?Good boy.? Tyrell patted Jim on the head before continuing on, ?In a minute you and I are going to go upstairs and see two beautiful women having sex on what used to be your bed. Shortly after that I am going to hammer the shit out of their pussies while you watch. Are you ready for that?? Jim wasn't exactly sure he was ready, but now wasn't the time for raising any objections. ?Yes, Sir.? ?Good, sissy. But before I fuck that little blond slut of a wife you have, you are gonna be tested one final time. I just want you to take a moment to remember the commitment you made to your wife and this lifestyle, and the total obedience you owe me as your master. So take a moment and let me know when you are ready.? Jim sat there for a minute, but he knew he was just stalling the inevitable, so he said, ?Sir, I think I'm ready to prove my commitment.? Without saying anything further Tyrell rose from the couch and started walking up the stairs, forcing Jim to scurry behind him to keep up on all fours. When they reached the master bedroom the girls were already going hot and heavy, their bras and panties lay forgotten on the floor. Tyrell hooked the end of the leash to the doorknob and started taking off his clothes. As soon as he did this the girls stopped, their attention drawn to the spectacle before them. The look of whorish hunger in their eyes startled Jim, until he followed their eyes and saw the hugest cock he could possible imagine. Holy shit did they make them like that? He couldn't believe his eyes, Tyrell's cock dwarfed even the strap-on he used to ?fuck? his wife, and the strap-on dwarfed him. If there was any small corner of Jim's spirit harboring some rebellion it left him at that instant. ?Sissy, take a good look at my cock, then beg me to fuck your wife with it.? Still astounded by the size of the monster, flaccid even, he barely remembered himself in time to avoid another slap for tardiness. ?Yes, Sir. I need you to fuck my wife. I need you to satisfy her in the way I never can. I need you to be the man she needs.? Jim thought he sounded sincere, but Tyrell wasn't buying it. ?I don't believe you, Sissy. If you really want me to fuck your wife then kiss the tip to show your respect.? What??!! Jim may have let a lot of changes happen to him over the last month, but he was no faggot! No fucking way was he putting his lips on another man's cock. He waited for the slap, but it never came. Next he knew, Liz was down on her knees, next to him, whispering in his ear, ?Jim, this isn't gay, this is just showing your respect and acknowledging your place in this relationship. Please, Honey! I need you to do this; all this is no good unless you submit? There was a note of desperation in her voice and it felt like time stopped as Jim felt his final resistance to this life slip away. Slowly, as though in a dream, he saw his hand rise up seemingly of it's own accord and grasp the shaft of Tyrell's cock. He felt Liz' hand on the back of his head as she guided him in... and then it was over. ?Bitch, get back up on the bed on all fours.? Liz hurried to obey. ?Your not done yet, Sissy. Stroke it until it's hard? In for a penny, in for a pound; Jim stroked the shaft of Tyrell's cock, forgetting his self consciousness and just marveling over the swelling size of it. ?Good boy, now guide it over and slip the tip in your wife's pussy.? Too defeated to do anything but obey, Jim guided the cock over and inserted it in his wife's eager cunt. Her groan was unlike anything she had ever expressed with him, but those thoughts were poison now and he needed to get them out of his head. Satisfied, Tyrell told Jim to go sit over in the chair and he began working the rest of his shaft deep in to the folds of Liz' pussy. Jim sat on the chair, seemingly forgotten by everyone in the room, and sat transfixed by the expressions that passed over his wife's face. At first her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she stretched to take all of Tyrell in. Then the look of discomfort passed from her face and the whorish abandon came back, her eyes thick with lust as she was pounded over and over again by her master. Her elbows gave out on her and her face slammed against the pillow, which muffled her squeals of pleasure that came louder and louder. How long could this guy go on this this? He was a machine! Jim knew his wife, or he thought he did anyway, and he stopped counting after her 10th orgasm, each one of them more volcanic than the last. Latetia was sitting on the far corner of the bed, lightly rubbing her nipples with on hand while she fingered herself with the other. Tyrell glanced over to her and they seemed to share an unspoken understanding. Latetia got up from the bed and walked to the pile of Tyrell's clothes and fished the key to his chastity belt from his jeans. Turning toward Him she walked over to the chair and squeezed her huge ass down in the seat next to him. Jim could feel the heat from her thighs and he momentarily lost focus on his wife as he became hyper-aware of Letetia's closeness. She licked his ear and unfastened the lock caging his puny excuse for a cock. What good could this worthless toy be to women who have had Him? She pulled the tube off his cock and the month of backed up cum did the rest, springing him to immediate attention. She kept nibbling and breathing in his ear as she grasped his cock, barely moving her hands up and down the shaft six times before he came all over her lap. Just like last time she scooped it up with her hand and raised her fingers to his lips, but unlike last time there was no hesitation on Jim's part; he eagerly licked her fingers clean. A month of no orgasms would not so easily be conquered though, and within minutes the sight of watching the love of his life get completely owned by a superior man brought him to another raging erection. It was all making sense to him now. All the pain of the last month, all Latetia's seeming cruelty, was to prepare him for this moment. This sublime minute in time where he got the soul-satisfying joy of watching his wife as happy as she could be. He looked over to see Latetia's smiling at him, recognizing that he had finally recognized. He leaned in to kiss her and she didn't pull away, but kissed him passionately as she continued stroking him. After breaking their embrace they both looked over to watch the domination of Liz. Gone was the look of whorish satisfaction on her face, now it was replaced by pure rapture. There was no way to know how deep he plumbed her or to what heights he had taken her, but the look on her face said it didn't matter: she was in heaven. And Jim was too. The rest of the weekend passed too briefly for everyone involved. All secure in their place in the relationship. Sunday evening came and Tyrell had to go, but he was going to take Latetia with him for the week. They would both be back next Friday, and Jim couldn't wait for his next release. This was really going to work out. He was happy. Finally, after a month of denial he was allowed to sleep in the master bedroom again, even though his cock was caged. It didn't matter though. All that mattered was seeing the look of contented joy on his wife's face as they drifted off to sleep in each others arms. With dawn came the familiar routine, but it seemed different now. Less a chore, and more the joy of seeing his wife pleased as he brought her breakfast. Waking up, her eyes fluttered for a moment before becoming fully awake. She looked over her breakfast tray with approval and pulled Jim's head down to give him a big sloppy kiss on the mouth. He never felt happier. Jim turned away to go throw the laundry in the drier when Liz paused him at the door. ?Jim...? ?Yes, sweetie.? ?I think I want a baby.? The End 19395 1.29/512345