Love in 2052

Nico was a good dancer and made her believe she was sexy even though she had never really danced before, at least not to music like that. She didn't know how to move her hips or pop her ass and tits, and she wasn't very flexible. She felt like she wouldn't be what he wanted, but he helped her dance and coaxed and complimented her into having fun with her body. She loved the way he made her feel.

Ansley looked and the other women were fucking around with Noir men. Bailey had a bull against a wall and she had her hand down his pants, stroking his cock and kissing him zealously. Josey was grinding back on a large man while they danced in sultry unison. Madelynn sat across a table from a thick bull and held his hands and made coy faces at him and gave him the "Fuck Me Eyes."

Nico and Ansley danced a few more times and got closer and closer and he even kissed her lips softly on the last dance. But in the nick of time, Bailey was too drunk to function, so the girls group had to leave. On the way out, Ansley got Nico's Social ID.

Meanwhile, the poker was over and everyone but Lance was broke, so the mood was a little subdued. They sat in the courtyard between buildings of Lance's apartment complex. Tobias got Scottie's attention when he said that he just heard from Madelynn that they had to come home from Club Noir because Bailey was too drunk. Julian says, "That would explain why she wasn't returning my calls."

Lance said with a chuckle, "Well, there could have been other reasons." All of the other men seemed okay with their women going to a club renown for being a zebra bar and likely hooking up with Noir men. Scottie was confused.

He said, "I didn't know they were going there or I wouldn't have let Ansley go."

"Whoa, whoa," Lance said. "You can't 'let' somebody go somewhere. Does Ansley know you think like that?"

"We honor each other. If she didn't want me to come here, I wouldn't," Scottie answered.

Julian asked, "And how's that working for you?"

"Alright, I guess. We're pretty solid. And I don't have to worry about her cheating on me."

"Dude," Julian said. "You have to realize that her freedom and enjoyment in life is more important than your need to feel devoted to. Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know. I just assumed when two people love each other they don't love anyone else."

Julian said, "Define love."

"I don't know, man. Love is a feeling you get when you want to be around someone and only them."

"So, it's all about doing what feels good to you? I would rather think of love as the act of caring about someone more than about yourself," Julian said.

"I can see that, but don't you think there should be some loyalty?"

"If by loyalty you mean not breaking a rule you place on her, then I have to say, No. To cheat on you implies she is breaking a rule. Where is this rule coming from and who made it? Did your grandparents make the rule? There is no such thing as cheating if there are no rules. Ansley shouldn't be put in a situation where she has to 'cheat.' She should do what she wants to do. Don't you want her to be happy?"

"Of course, but I want her to be happy with me and me only."

The men didn't say anything.

Scottie continued, "How can you guys encourage your women to be with other men? What's the point of the relationship?"

Tobias said, "Look, I get it. Cuckolding is not for everyone. There are a few women out there that would agree with you, but not many our age. Why on earth would women give up all the world has to offer to be with one guy that doesn't want her to be happy?"

Scottie said with frustration, "I want Ansley to be happy! I just...I don't get it."

The conversation fizzled out, but not before Lance said he heard the girls were at Josey's watching streams. Scottie was about to burst because he knew those girls were making Ansley watch interracial porn on Noir. They could call it what they wanted, he thought, but it was porn disguised as "romance."

The next week was pretty cold for the soon-to-be Washingtons. Ansley spent her free time TTT-ing with Nico, and Scottie spent his time pouting and brooding. These actions were taking place where other activities would normal occur. She chatted with another man and he pouted, when two weeks before they would have showered together or ridden bikes together. There was a crack in their friendship.

Through the course of a week, Ansley really got to know Nico. She learned about his successes and a couple failures. She learned all about his family and what was important to him. He went from be a godlike caricature of an idol to being human. She was wondering if she was falling in love with him, and if she had ever really loved anyone, including Scottie. Somewhere near the middle of that week Ansley mentioned that she wasn't a sponsor of Noir; to which Nico said he's forbidden to have relationships outside of Noir. They both wallowed and moaned around for a couple days trying to figure out what they were going to do to spend time together. He didn't want to lose his membership and she didn't want to join Noir behind her fiancée's back. She wasn't ready for that yet. For some inexplicable reason, the inevitable Ansley Washington was willing to chat with a man behind her fiancée's back, but not join the club behind his back.

For Ansley, I think, she knew once the new relationship turned physically sexual she could never come back to being with Scottie in all senses of the words - neither in the relationship because Scottie wouldn't have her, nor in her body or heart. Ansley was the type of girl that had sex when the purest emotions led her to it and then the emotions also followed after the sex. The two were melded together. She was not the type to fuck and run and she despised the idea of someone doing that to her. She could only give herself to Nico if she felt like she was in love with him and he was in love with her.

That Saturday was the third week in a row that Scottie and Ansley went out with their friends. This time they were going to a professional baseball game. They arrived early and had fun conversation. Even Scottie and Tobias laughed and participated. All the awkwardness of last week's blow up at Lance's seemed to be behind them. But then just before the game started, a statuesque, Black man, with a dredded mane like a black lion, went down to the front row with a White lady on each arm. He was obviously a Noir member and they were undoubtedly sponsors. All 16 eyes of our group watched the spectacle eight rows before them. The man was charming, making the ladies laugh, and he even interacted with the women near him, making them swoon as well. He offered his name to the strangers, which was the equivalent to handing out business cards today. One lady around 50 years old with dyed blonde hair approached him from behind and he sold her a sponsorship card.

Though some people around were obviously not happy about what was going on, many of the people, especially younger people, smiled and enjoyed the entertainment. Scottie watched this show so much he wasn't even following the game, which he would normally care about very much. He couldn't help but picture Ansley as one of the ladies with the man and his brain would shut off like being woken up by a nightmare.

Ansley watched as well and pictured herself as one of the ladies with the Noir member. She could see herself being happy and having fun and feeling sexy, but also that she would have to share him and that wasn't a pleasant thought. Just then the charismatic man stood up, turned around, and tried to start the wave. People didn't do it the first five or six times that he attempted to start them up by cheering them on and leading them, but eventually some people did and it built and built until a huge wave was rolling around the stadium.

As the sun went down the sweat dried on her skin and with each breeze Ansley could feel goosebumps and her nipples got hard. The only warm on her body now was her womanhood.

The Noir member knew a couple of the baseball players and talked to them after the game and introduced his giddy ladies to them. Every woman within eyeshot wanted to be on his arm that night and not climbing out of the stadium with their stale partners.

The next morning after talking to Bailey for advice, Ansley's seed of selfish lust had poked through the surface of the ground and a sprig shot up into her consciousness. She would cuckold Scottie.

Ansley approached him with the request to get a sponsorship to Noir. It was an incredibly painful conversation for both of them. In the middle of the talk she said, "Listen, I love you, you know I do. I just don't want to live the rest of my life wondering what it would be like to be with someone like a Noir man."

"You mean Black?"

"Not just Black, but yes, I guess."

"What am I supposed to do with that, Ans? I'm will never be Black and I'm never going to be hung like a...fire hose. Tell me this, do you love him, whoever he is?"

"I don't know. I know I love you, but I don't know if I love him. That's kind of what I need to find out."

"I see."

"What?"

"You want to have sex with him to see if you want to stay with me."

"I won't have sex with him unless I think we might love each other."

"You can't love two people at the same time."

"Says who?"

"Well, you, until now. I thought we were on the same page that marriage was going to be between just you and me. That's what marriage is."

"It doesn't have to be. I know at least...15 couples that have healthy relationships and still have other lovers."

"We're not talking about a fun escapade then, are we? We're talking about you wanting to be with him all the time and patronizing for me because it's convenient."

"I understand that, and believe me I think I'm talking crazy, too. It's just that I can't get married to you without knowing first if I can live without something else. Surely that makes sense."

"I understand it, Ansley. I'm not stupid. I just don't like it. I've been faithful to you and now you aren't being faithful to me."

"Does being faithful mean I deny myself every desire for the rest of my life because you're selfish or insecure?"

"You've been listening to your friends too much."

"You've been listening to the past too much."

The conversation died and both parties went to other areas of the house to think. About an hour later Scottie got on his Whoosh to take that huge risk we talked about. He came out to Ansley and said, "I can't live without you and I want you to be happy. I just sent you the request form. It's all filled out except...you have to put the name in."

Both were silent. Ansley walked over to him and gave him a tight hug and held it for a long time. Eventually he reciprocated and they sat on the couch and talked about why she liked Nico so much and what Scottie could do to help meet her needs. She felt more loved at that moment than ever before, and she felt closer to him than she ever thought possible. He was choosing her happiness over his own and that's a love that transcends lustful sex.

* * * * *

Later that night the four women were chatting through TTT while sitting or lying next to their men.

Josey: "I'm so happy for you, Ans. I know you don't want to hurt Scottie, but I think this is for the best."

Bailey: "Yeah, it's going to be so important for you to know for sure. You can try out Nico and see if you still love Scottie."

Madelynn: "Or you stick to Scottie but have Nico on special occasions. That's what we all do with our Noir men."

Bailey: "It's really not as hard as it seems if you have the right partner. I went through three partners before I found Julian."

Madelynn: "I hit the jack pot with Tobias. He not only approves of my time with other men, he arranges it for me. His only request is that he gets to watch."

Josey: "Oh, of course. Ans, you have to let Scottie watch or else he'll never appreciate what a big deal it is and never fully support you.

Ansley: "I know all that, ladies. It's still hard knowing Scottie is hurt right now."

Josey: "Just wait. You'll see. You'll both see."

The big day came on a Friday night and Ansley was now sure she and Nico both loved each other. Although he was suffering through the act, Scottie loved his would-be-bride enough to help her get ready. He found her black heels she was too rushed to look for, the ones she never wore for him on a date. He looked at his beautiful woman in the bedroom mirror from behind her and she looked so good slipping on her dress that his penis went to half-staff. He helped untwist the spaghetti straps on her shoulders.

"How does this look, honey?"

"You know what I think about you."

"Yeah, but for a first date, does it look appropriate?"

"No. But that's okay," he said with a forced smile. "What else can I do to help here?"

"I don't know, babe. Maybe fix me a drink? Whatever you think."

"Alrighty. One virgin martini coming up."

"Ha ha. Very funny, Scottie," she said loudly as he was already almost to the kitchen. She was trying to be positive and avoid getting sucked into a conversation about this, yet she didn't want to seem too eager. Where did you put the - Nevermind, I found them.

The cuckold brought the drink back and set it on the dresser under the mirror. "You look fantastic, Ans. Absolutely fantastic."

"Thanks, babe." She took a long drink and got a TTT call from Josey.

"Hey, girl. Just wanted you to know how happy I am for you. You're going to love it and you'll do great!"

"Thanks, Josey. This is really hard with Scottie but we're making it. I keep telling myself this will be good for us."

"It will be. Scottie will understand somewhere around 1 am," she said with a chuckle. "You guys will be fine. If not, there are always other men dying to have a "ten" like you."

"Please don't say that. If I thought I would lose Scottie altogether, I would not be doing this. He assures me he's on board."

"Okay, well let me know first thing in the morning how it goes, okay?"

"We'll see. Thanks, Josey!"

Bailey called a minute later and she didn't accept. She went into the bathroom to do her makeup in the better lighting. Scottie read an article on his Whoosh about how to be a supportive cuckold. When she was ready, she came out to him on the couch and sat by him. "Don't mess up my makeup or dress, please, but I need a hug."

"No problem, girl. I love you and I'll be here no matter what." Nico honked outside. Ansley held eye contact with her life partner and let go of his hand and left.

Nico picked up Ansley in his vintage 2012 Manta Ray and drove like crazy, which was thrilling to her since she hadn't been in a human-driven car since she was little. The roar of the engine and G-forces on the take offs and corners were exhilarating. His appearance and smell and confidence and that ride swirled her head and she was melting already.

They had a light meal and drinks, which she paid for, exchanged the $5,000 dollars electronically for the plastic Noir sponsor's card, and headed to Club Noir to sweat out the stress. The two lovers danced close. They grinded on each other and kissed on the dance floor and sometimes playfully smacked or squeezed the other's ass or groped their body. Dozens of couples were doing the same sort of foreplay. On several occasions a lady would get her dress hiked up and a giant black hand would squeeze her soft cheeks and spank her reddening ass. One middle aged lady even pulled out a titty so her Noir man could suck on it right on the dance floor.

As the alcohol took its turn on Ansley, she slowed her movements and talking and she became light headed. Though still grinning, Nico showed his care for her. Sitting down, she gathered herself and went to the other side of the table and sat on his lap with her arm around his neck pulling herself down till their faces met. She kissed him slowly and deeply, with some grinding into his crotch and lap. She ran her hand up his torso, feeling his abs and pecs and shoulders. The kissing was intense and lasted for several minutes against the dimly lit wall of the club.

She scooted over to the side to give her hand easy access to his crotch and she started rubbing his cock through his pants. She was breathing heavy now into his neck and ear and his dick was getting bigger and bigger. Ansley felt the dick get as long as, and thicker than, a tube inside a paper towel roll. She was visibly startled and excited. Nico whispered in her ear and the couple got up and left.

Arriving at Ansley and Scottie's home, they immediately saw that Scottie had placed a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the table and the only lights were candles. She was reminded how sweet and supportive her fiancée was. There was soft, slow R&B music on the house audio system.

Scottie came out of the bedroom and poured the lustbirds each a glass of champagne and made small talk as if this king of a man wasn't about to abuse his woman's womb. After they were finished with their wine, Scottie went to the bedroom and sat in a chair in the corner.

Ansley led her new lover into the room and toward the bed. She sat down while he stood in front of her. He took off his shirt and even by candlelight his physique was perfect, muscular but not deformed like a body builder's. His pants were white and so Scottie could easily see them coming down. When Nico slid his underwear down, Ansley gave an audible gasp and a small laugh. He began taking her dress straps off her shoulders and pulling her dress down to the waist and he squeezing her breasts with his huge hands, which engulfed them both as if they weren't at least average of size.

She pulled his dick to her mouth and kissed it and licked around the head before leaning forward, standing his hard cock upright and licking the shaft up and down while cupping his balls. She fingered and rolled the balls in her smallish hands, occasionally kissing them and sucking on them.

Scottie couldn't help but realize that she had never done that for him. But this would be a long night of things she never did for him.

Ansley wrapped her gorgeous face around the head of Nico's cock and tried to take more into her mouth. Seeing she was not going to be able to do much, he laid her back onto the bed with her legs hanging off the sides. He took off the rest of her dress, down her legs, and tossed it over at Scottie. Then he pulled her knees apart and elevated them so he had access to his new woman's legs, ass, and pussy. He kissed and licked up and down her legs, sucking on her upper thighs and the bottoms of her ass cheeks he reached by pushing her legs up higher.

She moaned and closed her eyes in the wonderful teasing torture of the pre-pussy preparation. He kissed and sucked all around the labia and hood and vagina, giving the young fiancée a fevered anticipation and yearning for touch in the vagina and clit. He was giving her everything except what she really wanted and her juices were boiling. Interspersed through the moans was a mumbled "Please."

"Why are you saying, Please?"

"Please eat me." she whispered.

There was no other talking, no distractions, just two hungry imps devouring each other's bodies. Scottie was pained by the sound of his sweet girl weakly begging with her groans for another man's touch. The only other sound besides the quiet music was the audible wetness of Nico's kisses and licks which were now invading the vagina and labia. Her slippery, sticky, wet, warm, sweet-tasting pussy juices broke the quiet in the room. Her moans intensified and picked up frequency as her lover's fat tongue lapped at the opening and up to the clit.

When he sucked on the clit while licking underneath it into the vagina, she said, "Aaaah. Fuck, Nico. Right there." He only broke from that move a few times in order to lick in long strokes down and up the labia between sucks, always returning to the clit each time with a little more intensity. He did not relent until Ansley bucked and twitched with an orgasm and pushed his head away. He took off his socks and lied beside her, kissing her softly as she recovered.