Circle of Cuckolds Ch. 03

"Well, Sir, my wife, Linda, has never been so happy or well taken care of as she has been since she met the Men of the Circle. Sexually it's like she's finally a woman."

"Uh-huh," said Leroy with a tone that suggested he was waiting for more and not impressed yet.

"As for me, I want nothing more than my wife's happiness. And that means the opportunity for her to spend time with you and the other Men..."

"You mean get fucked by us, right?"

"Yes, Sir, exactly. I know I'm not in your class and never will be. I respect you enormously, Sir, and I promise you I know my place around here. I'm flattered to even be talking with you."

"Well," said Leroy, sounding a little more persuaded, "you do seem to have the right attitude. And my cock feels real nice in your wife's pussy and mouth. And Lord knows, she can't get enough of it. Seems like she's been deprived for a long time."

"Yes, Sir, she really has. That's why it's so important to me make it up to her in any way I can. And helping her be available for you is about as good as it gets, Sir."

"So you're all right with having us at your house to enjoy Linda, taking her out sometimes without you, and so on."

"Yes, Sir! I promise I'll do whatever you and she want just to make this happen, Sir."

"You're not going to be bugging her for sex are you?" – now he sounded almost threatening.

"No, Sir, absolutely not. It's all up to her. I promise not to bug her about it, Sir."

"Okay," said Leroy slowly, "get on your knees!"

Bruce wasn't ready for this at all and didn't know what to do. He should have, but his reactions weren't yet automatic where commands from a Black Man were concerned.

"I don't...on my knees?" – whimpered Bruce.

"What – you don't understand English?"

"No, Sir, I understand, Sir. I...just...I mean here..."

"You just told me you respect me and acknowledge my superiority. Was that a lie?"

"No, no, Sir! I do, I do!" cried Bruce.

"Then SHOW me! I want you on your knees right now. It's called paying hommage. Or shall I tell Linda you are insincere and disobedient."

"No, no, please, Sir" said Bruce, dropping quickly to his knees. "I am sincere and obedient. See? I'm on my knees. Please let me pay hommage to you, Sir. Please?"

"Are you going to hesitate the next time I ask you to do something?"

"No, Sir, I promise."

At that moment Bruce heard another couple come out of one of the rooms. Now he had two to clean and quickly. His embarrassment now took a back seat to the business at hand.

"Kiss my shoes," said Leroy softly.

Bruce shuddered at the knowledge that someone was observing his humiliation. But this time he did not hesitate. He immediately lowered his face to one of Leroy's shoes and kissed the toe."

"Do it like you mean it!" barked Leroy, getting into it.

Bruce heard the other couple laughing in disbelief. He began kissing the shoe seriously, using his tongue in the process. He moved to the other shoe and repeated his oral worship. He made sure his kisses were audible. At this point he had no self-esteme or pride to hold on to. The most he could hope for was to please the young man standing above him. He was deeply grateful that Linda was not witnessing his self-debasement.

"Okay, enough!" – said Leroy.

"Thank you, Sir, for letting me pay hommage to you," squeaked Bruce. He didn't move from his position.

"One last thing – are you going to treat Linda with the respect that any woman of mine deserves?"

"Oh, yes, Sir. Absolutely, Sir! I would never disrespect your woman!" He meant it, too, he realized.

"You'd better. You know she'll tell me everything, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You'll be a helpful hubby to her, right?"

"Oh yes, Sir. I promise, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"Okay, that's enough. We'll see. You'd better not disappoint me if you want Linda to get my cock inside her. Now go about your duties, sheet boy!"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

When Leroy walked away, Bruce let out a huge sigh of relief. It had been much harder than he had been led to believe, but he felt like he had passed the test. He also knew that he had better do nothing that would give Linda an excuse to complain to Leroy or any of the others about him.

"Congratulations!" – said Marie

Marie and Linda were having their usual after-work drink the following Tuesday after Linda and Bruce had been informed that they had been voted into The Ring.

"Thanks. I'm so relieved."

"So Brucie did his part, huh?"

"Oh yeah," replied Linda. "To perfection. Leroy told me all about it. He said he even had Bruce get on his knees and kiss his shoes."

"No! You're kidding."

"Nope. God, I would have given anything to see that. I asked Bruce about it last night and he confirmed it. He was so embarrassed. More because I knew than because he did it."

"I can imagine."

"He tried to make it seem like not such a big deal, but really – on his knees not a big deal? Give me a break."

"You know," said Marie, "our hubbies are much more intimidated by our new men that I would have thought a few months ago."

"Absolutely. Bruce was so relieved that he passed Leroy's little test that it almost made up for the humiliation. Now that it's behind him he feels better. He's getting into it."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. I told him Leroy was coming to our place to party Friday night. Now that we're members, we can do that. I think Bruce is kind of excited. He wanted me to find out what Leroy likes to drink so he can have it there. He wants to take me out for some new lingerie."

"Excellent!"

"I think half of it, of course, is he's trying to please me in whatever way he can. He's very attentive. He's coming home early on Friday to clean the place up, get everything ready."

"Well," said Marie, "he is certainly in for an eye-opening experience. If he isn't a believer yet, he sure will be after Friday night!"

Friday evening Bruce was busy cleaning the house in preparation for the first visit by one of the Men of the club. He was about to experience whatever it was that made the other hubbies so enthusiastic and compliant. Linda was out shopping and had left Bruce a long list of household chores to complete. He couldn't wait to see what kind of outfit she selected. He almost wished he could have helped her pick it out.

When she came home with two shopping bags, Bruce was excited to see what she had.

"Will you model it for me?" – he asked.

"I guess I'll have to since I do have to be dressed before Leroy gets here."

"Right," said Bruce.

"Now, sweetie," continued Linda, "even though we'll be in our own home, don't forget your manners."

"Of course not," replied Bruce.

"You will address him as Sir?"

"Of course."

"And me?"

"Ma'am."

"Correct. Just keep in mind that I am Leroy's woman tonight and you should be okay. Now finish your chores while I get dressed."

"Yes, ma'am," said Bruce, getting into the spirit of the evening.

An hour later, just as Bruce was putting away the dust mop and broom, Linda came downstairs.

"Wow!" said Bruce, looking up at her on the landing.

Linda was wearing a very short black mini-skirt with high stiletto heels.

"Leroy likes heels," said Marie.

Her top was a low-scooped sweater which displayed her breasts almost obscenely.

"You like?" – asked Linda.

"You're so beautiful. Leroy will be pleased, that's for sure. Come on down."

"That sounded like a command to me."

"I'm sorry. Please, ma'am, come on down to the living room so I can admire you up close."

"That's better," replied Linda.

"So you think Leroy will approve?" – asked Linda, turning slowly in front of Bruce, who felt himself getting hard.

"Absolutely, ma'am. He is one very lucky man. I'm so jealous!"

"Good! So you're happy for Leroy as well as for me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm glad he will have the opportunity to spend time with someone as beautiful and desirable as you."

Linda slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal the matching panties and garterbelt she had bought for the evening. Bruce stood hypnotized with his eyes riveted to this most sexy woman he could imagine.

"Want a closer look?" – teased Linda.

"Uh...yes, ma'am. I mean, if it's not..."

"On your knees!"

Bruce didn't even think twice before lowering himself to his knees in front of his wife, his gaze never leaving her panties.

"Lean closer, sweetie, and have a good look."

Bruce leaned forward until his face was only inches away from her. The urge to touch his lips to her was almost unbearable, but he knew better. Besides, if he did and she told Leroy, well, he didn't want to think about that.

"Do you want to lower my panties and kiss me?" – asked Linda.

"Really, ma'am?" asked Bruce incredulously.

"What do you think? I'll leave it up to you."

Bruce wasn't used to getting to make this kind of decision. He knew he had better weigh it carefully.

"Well?"

"I...I want to but...that wouldn't be right. Leroy should be the first person to see and touch you tonight, ma'am."

"Very good, Bruce. But if you kiss the tips of my new shoes, I don't think he would mind. Our little secret."

"Should I, ma'am?"

"Since I'm telling you to, I would say yes. As long as you polish them when you finish."

Bruce lowered his face down to floor level and planted a chaste kiss on the shiny black pointed toe of one shoe.

"Is that it?" – asked a disappointed Linda. "Is that the way you kissed Leroy's shoes?"

"Uh..no, ma'am. He told me to...uh..."

"Quit muttering and show me how you kissed Leroy's shoes!"

Bruce began kissing the shoe with full lips and using his tongue, passionately and with enthusiasm.

"Ha-ha! I wish I'd been there to see that."

Bruce blushed but moved to the other shoe and gave it the same treatment.

"I'd better get a cloth and polish them," he said, avoiding his wife's gaze. In a moment he returned with a terry cloth and began buffing the shoes to a good-as-new shine.

"This is going to be quite an evening, sweetie. Please don't do or say anything to embarrass me."

"Don't worry, ma'am. I promise. Really!"

"One more thing?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Do I see a bulge in your crotch? Are you hard?"

"Uh, yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"Well," lectured Linda,"I don't think Leroy would be happy seeing you lusting after his woman. Do you?"

"No, ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Make sure you're not wearing boxers tonight. Put on your tightest jockeys. Maybe two pairs."

"That's a good idea, ma'am. I'll do that."

"That should take care of your problem for tonight. We'll talk about other approaches later. Go!"

Bruce scurried away and upstairs to changes clothes.

"Don't touch yourself!" – Linda yelled after him.

Damn! It was as if she read his mind. This was going to be a long evening.

Half an hour later Leroy arrived. Bruce answered the door.

"Welcome, sir. I'm so glad you could come," said Bruce obsequiously.

"Damn right I can come!" laughed Leroy. Bruce looked down at the floor, no knowing whether he should join in the laughter or not. "Where's my girl?"

"Let me tell her you're here, sir."

Bruce went quickly upstairs to their bedroom, where Linda was putting on final touches to her makeup.

"Leroy is here, ma'am," he announced.

"Did you offer him a drink?" demanded Linda.

"I will. Right now. He wanted me to tell you he was here."

Downstairs Bruce took Leroy's drink order. He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed kowtowing before this nineteen-year-old young man who seemed to expect him to jump to his every whim.

When Linda joined them, Leroy stood up, gave her a long once-over and took her in his arms for a long kiss. Bruce couldn't help but stare. There his wife was in the arms of a young Black Man, pressing against him, eyes closed, and clearly accepting his tongue in her mouth. Suddenly Bruce felt like a voyeuristic third-wheel and looked away discreetly.

He realized that he was almost enjoying their kiss second-hand. He couldn't help imagining himself in Leroy's place, kissing a married women in front of her well-trained hubby. He hated himself for becoming aroused and thanked his stars that he was wearing two very tight pairs of jockey shorts.

When they broke their kiss and sat down, Bruce asked his wife what she would like to drink and went to the kitchen to prepare it. When he returned with the drink, they were sitting close. Leroy's large hand was resting on Linda's crossed and very exposed leg, caressing it gently. Bruce made an effort not to look at them as he placed her drink on the coffee table.

"Here you are, ma'am," he said softly, then retreating to the kitchen to get his own drink. When he returned to the living room, the couple was kissing again. But now Linda's hand was between Leroy's legs and his hand had moved to her breast. She moaned into the kiss.

Bruce took a seat in a chair that Linda had had him place in the farthest corner across the room. He sipped his drink without peeking at the lovers.

"Bruce, you have a nice house here," said Leroy.

"Thank you, sir."

"I hope to be a frequent guest."

"I hope so, sir. We would like that." Bruce cringed at his own words. What must this man think of him? What must his own wife think of him?

"Good. Right now, though, this little woman has me all charged up. Know what I mean?"

"Yes, sir!"

"So you know what's going to happen now, don't you, Bruce?"

How does a man answer a question like that? – thought Bruce.

"And Linda says she wants you there in the bedroom while we enjoy each other. You up for that?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," responded Bruce.

"Sweetie," interjected Linda, "why don't you go upstairs and turn back the covers. You did put on the satin sheets, didn't you? The way I asked?"

"Yes, ma'am. I will. I did. I'll go do it now."

"Do that. And light the candles."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Also, take that little wooden footstool you use to polish your shoes and put it in the corner across the room. You can sit there."

"Thank you, ma'am," replied Bruce, arising from his chair and moving toward the stairs.

"And Bruce?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Why don't you sit down on that stool and wait for us. You can take your drink with you."

"Thank you, ma'am. And, sir."

Bruce went upstairs, grateful to be out from under the scrutiny and interrogation of the young Black man who had so easily won over his wife. How, he marveled, could a guy less than a year out of high school end up with such confidence and presence? Bruce himself, he reflected, was still paying for women at that age – and for several years after that.

After retrieving his shoeshine stool from the hallway closet, he entered his and Linda's bedroom and set it in the farthest corner away from their bed. Then he lit the two candles he had set out on a table. It was when he began pulling back the bed covers to reveal the sleek satin sheets where Linda would soon be entertaining their guest that he blushed with shame at what he was doing. He knew in his heart that this was to be a night that could change his and Linda's life.

He should, he thought, have put an end to it as soon as Leroy arrived. But Leroy hadn't really given him a chance. And once he was face-to-face with the young stud Bruce couldn't somehow assert himself. It had been too easy to acquiesce and say, "yes, sir." In fact, such manners had become so second-nature to him since joining the Circle that it hadn't even occurred to him to rebel. The "Men" of the club were intimidating for sure. And Linda, of course, would have been horrified if he had gone against her wishes.

He was already a cuckold, but now, tonight, he was going to watch himself being cuckolded right in front of his eyes and not be able to do anything about it. He comforted himself with the thought that he was not alone. After all, his friend Jim had come to accept his new role. Perhaps he would, too. For now, however, his concern was with not doing anything to upset Leroy or Linda. He turned off the ceiling light and sat down on the small, uncomfortable wooden stool in the corner. For half an hour he sat there listening to the two of them talking and laughing downstairs.

Then, he heard them coming upstairs. He looked down at the floor so as not to invade their privacy, just as he had learned to do when working "sheets" at the Club meetings.

"Bruce," said Linda.

"Yes, ma'am," he responded without looking up.

"You don't have to keep your eyes on the floor tonight. In fact, I don't want you to. After all, this is what we have waited for."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, looking up while still trying to remain unobtrusive, if not invisible.

Linda had shed her outer garments and was standing in the center of the room sipping from her champagne glass in bra, panties, garterbelt, stockings and heels. Bruce couldn't help the quick intake of breath at the sight of her. Standing there facing him with one hand on her hip and her feet planted a foot-and-a-half apart, she was the essence of pure sexuality. Bruce found himself experiencing an almost unbearable sense of desire. So close, yet no unattainable.

Then Leroy walked into the room wearing only his slacks and socks, having shed the shirt and shoes. He was muscular and with the broad shoulders and narrow waist only possible at such a young age. When Linda walked into his embrace and turned her face up to receive Leroy's kiss, Bruce experience envy and excitement at the same time. The kiss was, again, passionate and deep, as Linda moaned softly and pushed her middle against her lover. Leroy's hand reached behind her back and with a practiced motion unhooked her bra. Linda leaned back to allow the garment to be removed by Leroy, who tossed it toward Bruce. By the time he had leaned down to pick up the bra and looked back at the couple, Leroy's lips had captured one of Linda's rigid nipples.

Bruce felt his penis tingle and begin to harden, which embarrassed him even though only he was aware of this reaction. The cause, he figured, was that he was imagining himself in Leroy's position – about to fuck a beautiful married woman in front of her husband.

This train of thought was broken when he saw his wife of so many years lower herself to her knees in front of Leroy. She leaned forward to plant a moist kiss on his washboard abs while simultaneously fumbling with his belt buckle. Soon the buckle was open, the zipper pulled down, and the pants on the floor. Leroy stepped away and Linda tossed the trousers at Bruce.

"Hang them up, honey," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Bruce, upset that his voice was not only too high, but also cracked mid-sentence. He moved to the closet, hung the pants neatly, and then returned to his bench. Even in the dim candle light Bruce was stunned by the size of the tent in front of Leroy's boxer shorts. It projected obscenely outward what seemed like eight inches. Bruce couldn't help but stare. When Linda pulled the undergarment down to the floor, Bruce gasped, causing Linda to smile in his direction. Even in porn movies Bruce had never seen anything so thick and long and rigid as the Black cock now on display in front of Linda's face.

Bruce held his breath as Linda took Leroy's cock in her hand and stroked it gently. When she leaned forward and slowly licked the head with her tongue, he gasped out loud, causing both Leroy and Linda to look over at him and chuckle. The scene was so erotic that Bruce had become painfully erect and was squirming in his seat.

When his wife finally took the head of Leroy's awesome cock in her mouth and began swirling it with her tongue, Bruce almost lost control. It was almost as if he were watching a scene with total strangers rather than his own wife.

"Come on, baby," said Leroy, "I know you can do better than that."

Indeed she could. Reaching behind her man and placing both hands on his taught ass cheeks, Linda pressed forward until almost half of his rigid staff was inside her mouth. Bruce noted that her lips were stretched to the limit and her eyes closed in concentration. It was obvious that, for Linda, the cock in her mouth was her entire world at that moment. She began bobbing her head, stroking the young man's thick cock in and out of her mouth, moaning rhythmically.