CHAPTER ONE
My lovely, submissive wife had come a long way in
her desire to save our marriage. She had submitted to all manner of sexual
excesses with men, women and couples. I had asked an awful lot of her and I had
been very selfish in doing so, I know. I came to the conclusion that what I
wanted from a woman I could get from my mistress and the only way I could
entertain Suzi’s desperate offer to be whatever I wanted was to take that at
face value. I trained her fully as a submissive and by being demanding and selfish
in my requirements, I enabled her to serve me fully as that submissive. She
faced test after test and passed each one with flying colours. Eventually, I
was satisfied that she could only achieve happiness by keeping me satisfied and
I let her back fully into my life as my submissive wife.
Suzi still had at least one taboo though. She grew
up in a very sheltered middle class family in the countryside and had scarcely
met anyone from a different ethnic background until she became an adult. All of
her friends were white and she worked only with white people. I knew she was
intimidated by black men. I was going to take advantage of that. My lovely wife
was about to get blacked.
Gary was an old mate of mine. We pretty much grew up
together and shared most of the same interests, including a taste for beautiful
women. The only difference between us was physically. Gary was about six inches
taller, a few inches wider at the shoulder and several tones darker coming from
a third generation Nigerian family. I lost contact with him over the years but
when I bumped into him at an old drinking haunt, he was the ideal candidate.
“Sorry Gary,” I nudged him after our third pint.
“How’s the sex life?”
Gary laughed. “I’ve only just moved back. Obviously
things are a bit dry at the moment.”
He was a terrible liar. I couldn’t imagine Gary
without a least half a dozen options for sex. I pulled out my wallet. “Have I
ever shown you a picture of my wife?”
“Christ!” Gary exclaimed. “What’s a class bird like
that doing with a deadbeat like you? She’s fucking gorgeous!”
“Fucking gorgeous indeed and she’s with me because I
give her what she needs!”
“So she needs four inches of floppy white meat, does
she?” sneered Gary. “What the girl needs is some real man-sized black meat!”
“Funny you should say that,” I laughed.
I filled him in on my plan as we necked another five
pints each.
Two days later, Suzi was fussing about the bedroom,
making herself even more beautiful. All I’d told her was that an old friend was
coming to dinner. She knew the deal as a dutiful and submissive wife. I didn’t
normally invite men around to the house for the evening without offering Suzi’s
gorgeous body to them. She took great care in selecting silk underwear and a
form fitting jersey dress that showcased her fantastic tits really well.
Suzi was in the kitchen, preparing the meal when the
doorbell went. I brought Gary into the lounge and called her in. Her face was a
sight to behold when she saw his black face. I watched her carefully and
chuckled to myself when her eyes dropped to his crotch. His tight pants left
nothing to the imagination. Likewise, Gary let his eyes rove over my wife’s fit
body for a little longer than was normally considered polite.
We made small talk over dinner. Gary, always the
gentleman, was particularly attentive. Suzi was clearly nervous at the start of
the evening but by the end of dessert, she was virtually eating out of his
hand. I cleared the dishes away to give them time to talk and put the music on
as I passed the stereo on the way back in. “She’s a great dancer, Gary,” I
said. “Why don’t you take her for a spin?”
Gary held out his hand as if they were at a fifties
tea dance and pulled my wife into the middle of the floor. I’d chosen a pop
tune to start with and I watched the two of them jive around, Suzi taking every
opportunity to