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 Intro: Scott is forced to pick out the next lover for his wife Hanna, who's
growing passion for black cock has led her to go black only.  The man he
chooses to give her to adds an unexpected wrinkle to the bargain.

   Part 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, and almost all of them seemed to
be from fakes.  There were several that were 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.  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 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 wine for the cabin.  Lingerie for Hanna.  Condoms. 
His request for an item for me made my heart skip a beat, and nearly
derailed the whole thing.  It was a chastity cage; wearing it was his
condition for allowing me to watch.  I was to be quiet, naked, and locked.
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 said 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, understand?"

   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.

   "I understand."

   He arched his eyebrows.

   "I understand 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.  I do want her to see your
pathetic naked body while I fuck her like a real man.  Understand?"

   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
began to lead her down the stairs to the living room where Master J waited,
and nearly fainted when I got to the bottom and started around the corner
to face him.  I must have been blushing beet red, for I felt hot and
flushed.  Somehow I kept going.

   Master J saw me first, a bemused smirk on his face, 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 go 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, then turned and slinked 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 tonight.  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, then removed his slick finger from
her slit.  Placed it against her lips, and she licked her wetness from his
finger.  My dick tried to stiffen until pinched by the cage, then softened
again.  I began to feel 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.

   To Be Continued.

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