My Secret Addiction Ch. 08

I felt intense arousal at her words followed by a gush of precum from my penis.

"Y-yeah, I guess you're right. I'll try, Leah." I said somberly. "It's hard to describe, but I think you're right, I mean..." I looked her in the eyes. "I love you so much but I want this, it's hard but I don't want to stop. I want you to cuckold me, I want you to cuckold me hard..."

"I know..." she said warmly, "And I will." Leah then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before turning back over and quickly falling asleep.

On Friday evening I came home and caught my wife before she left for her date. I hugged her from behind while she brushed her silky brown hair. She was making herself beautiful for her black lover. Or lovers? She gave me a warm smile through the mirror.

"Help me, sweetie," she said, motioning to the back of her dress.

I zipped her up and admired her sexy body. She turned around and pecked me on the cheek. She was wearing a skimpy red dress with a plunging neckline that revealed her tight tummy. Seeing that much skin was more titillating than usual for me. I couldn't stop staring at her washboard stomach, you could just make out the definition of her abs.

I figured they were going out to some other place because Kivon's club still wasn't ready. I knew that for a fact because I had been snooping online while at work.

"I didn't get a chance to make anything, so you will have to fend for yourself tonight, kay?" She then turned back around to finish her makeup.

"T-that's fine, baby."

I stared at her face through the mirror, she was applying bright red lipstick and made her lips into a kiss. My Leah was so beautiful, she looked like a movie star. We hadn't had sex since she started going on dates alone. I missed it but I was in a constant state of extreme arousal and anxious angst that kept me on edge all day without any kind of release. It was hard to wrap my head around it.

My wife glanced back at me in the mirror and grinned. She turned around and stepped close to me, looking deeply into my eyes. Slowly, she ran a fingertip down the front of my body until it rested over my caged penis.

"Are you going to be okay all alone on a Friday night, sweetie? I don't know how long I'll be. It may be late." She traced the same finger back up to my chest and then pretended to flick away lent from my shirt. "You will wait here for me, right?" Her blue eyes sparkled with intensity.

This was my chance to call it off, this was going too far. I needed to reclaim my wife back!

"Y-yeah honey, g-go on your date, go be with your black boyfriend and have a good time," I stammered. I could feel a cold sweat drip down the side of my forehead.

Leah bit her lip and lowered her eyelids in a lustful expression. She started to say something but was interrupted by a familiar knock at the door.

She grinned at me, "he wanted to pick me up tonight, thought it would be sexy."

She then silently turned and walked out of the bedroom leaving me standing there. I heard her quickly stomping down the stairs and then opening the front door to greet her date. Leah's giggles and a deep voice I didn't recognize echoed through the house for a few fleeting moments and then the door slammed shut leaving dead silence.

I had to see who it was. Was it Kivon's friend Ty? I dashed down the stairs, almost tripping and breaking my neck, but it was too late. I peeked through the blinds and saw a silver Porsche speeding down the neighborhood street into the night. I was alone. I fell to my knees gripping at my straining dick, pulling desperately at my cage.

I tried to maintain my sanity better this time by watching television and playing video games or pretty much anything to distract my thoughts however nothing seemed to work for long. In my mind, I would constantly see my wife's small pale form pressed against a chiseled dark form as she moaned in unbelievable pleasure.

Ting Ting!

At around 2 AM I heard my phone chime with a text message alert. I nearly tripped as I scrambled for it. The message was from Leah.

Its late. He wants me 2 stay the weekend, C U Sun. Luv u

I must have read that text a hundred times before it finally clicked in my brain. My blood ran cold. I threw my phone at the couch and cursed out loud.

"What the Fuck!?" I yelled at the empty living room.

I felt distraught. I think I started hyperventilating until my vision went fuzzy. My guts churned and my anxiety was going through the roof. Was this what it was like to have an anxiety attack? My legs wobbled and collapsed underneath me, leaving me on my knees.

He wants me 2 stay the weekend.

C U Sun.

Those words kept buzzing in my mind over and over. Not only was my world spinning but my arousal was blasting off like a rocket from deep within me. I could feel precum oozing from my penis, forming a large wet spot on my pants. Her simple text had left me on my knees, leaking all over the floor and out of my mind with anxiety and arousal.

I'm not sure why it hit me so hard. Maybe it was from being locked up all week and not knowing what she was doing. I was completely separate from her sex life now. I was her chaste cuckold husband, waiting patiently at home for her return. Furthermore, that return was now going to be after the entire weekend? How could she just spring that on me like that? Why was my heart pounding so hard, why did it turn me on so fucking much?

I crawled over to the couch and grabbed my phone. With trembling fingers, I typed a string of replies.

We didn't talk about you spending the night? All Weekend?

I can pick u up.

Coming back home on Sunday? Luv u 2

I started nervously rubbing at my wedding ring with my thumb as my mind lit on fire with mental images of my wife; sometimes she's with Kivon and sometimes it's that mystery guy Ty. She'd be kissing him passionately, or holding his hand as they walk through a romantic scene. He's hers and she's his. They were looking like a hot interracial couple, no, an interracial married couple. She was still wearing her wedding ring when she left after all. People would see it and assume. Would she have taken it off later or left it on the whole time?

Ting Ting! I snatched my phone up to check the new message like a greedy crackhead.

I want 2 stay. It will be hot. Yes I will B Back Sun. I g2g now. Nite! xoxo

I slid back down into the floor and bit my lip. I felt more precum leak from my little constrained penis and run down my thigh. My wife was going to spend the night, no, the weekend with her black lover. I replied back a few times but she never responded again. I waited around in a daze not fully grasping what just happened. Deep down though, wasn't this exactly what I wanted her to do? I wanted her to completely lose herself in black cock obsession. I wanted her to sexually replace me with black men with huge cocks. I wanted this more than anything. This was what I longed for.

I stared off into space for a while, not sure how long. All I could think of was my beautiful young wife making love to her black boyfriend. She was probably getting fucked hard right at this very moment. Maybe she was going down on him, rubbing his fat dick all over her hungry face. She would be taking her sweet time going down on him, savoring every dark inch.

I wished I was there with them so that I could aid them in whatever they needed. I'd bring them drinks, or change their bedsheets. I'd fold their clothes and towels and wait patiently outside the bedroom while they fucked. I'd come inside only when invited, hopefully to soothe and clean my wife's well-used pussy with my tongue and then leave them to make love some more.

I eventually found myself sprawled out on our bed wearing nothing but my chastity cage. I positioned my laptop near the edge and clicked play on a video. My wife's sex video lit up the room and broke the silence with its blasting audio.

Her beautiful face was twisted in pain and pleasure by her black lover's 10-inch cock pounding deep into her pussy. Her heavy breathing and moans fueled my own lust as I slowly dry humped the bed, desperate for pleasure. My heart felt broken and lost but consumed with passionate lust that couldn't be controlled anymore.

"Leah, Oh Leah!" I cried as I fucked into the mattress faster and harder as if I was fucking an invisible girl."I-I hope he's fucking you so good right now, baby!"

I felt a painful sensation slowly building through my constricted penis as I ground it harder into the bedsheets but I didn't care. On my laptop, in front of me, my wife was taking it hard on her back. She held her knees back to her shoulders, her eyes bugged out of her mind in pleasure as that big black cock drilled down into her obscenely stretched cunt over and over again.

"Yes, Leah! Cuck me, sweetheart... Cuck me, cuck me! Oh, Leah! Please!" I cried, "Cuck me all night while I wait for you all alone, oh god baby! I hope he fucks you all night..."

I Suddenly felt my balls tighten and then release over and over. I looked down to see my semen pouring out of the plastic cage's piss hole and into a warm puddle on the bed. I felt my penis sputter and squirt a few times giving me a very mild orgasmic release. It felt much better than the completely ruined one I received from Sarah but still left me wanting more.

I collapsed onto my stomach still mashing my plastic-encased dick into the bed, desperate for any pleasure at all. Eventually, I fell asleep in my own mess to the sound of my wife being fucked over and over by her black lover.

The next morning, I awoke with a sore dick and was caked in dried cum. I shamefully changed the soiled sheets and then tried my best to clean my cock cage. There were only a few little holes on the shaft section making that a lost cause. In the end, I got the bright idea to use q-tips and good old soap and water.

I checked my phone but there were no new messages. Leah never responded to my last few texts which made me worry. Was she just ignoring me or what? Worry changed to anger as I sent her more unanswered texts throughout the day.

"Fucking answer, Leah!" I seethed out loud as I punched in another text.

Baby? Is everything alright?

I sighed heavily and then leaned back into the kitchen counter. It occurred to me that I had no idea what Kivon's home address was. I'd never been to his house. What the fuck would I even say to the police if I had to make a missing persons report? How stupid could I have been? I supposed I'd have to go to his club, Antwan's, and snoop around if it came to that. Suddenly my phone chimed indicating a new text.

Ting Ting!

"Oh thank god!" I sighed out loud in relief. I flicked through my phone but the message was from... Anna?

Hey! Watchya doin?

The relief quickly vanished into more worry, but I quickly typed out a response. I wondered what Anna wanted anyway? I hadn't heard from her since the party 2 weeks ago. I was so wrapped up in everything I hadn't really reached out to anyone.

Not much, you?

Ting Ting! She responded a few seconds later.

Come hang out with us then! At Xanders. Pleeeeeez?

I thought about it for a moment and then quickly responded in an affirmative. I had to get the hell out of this house or I'd literally go insane. Or was I already insane? Maybe I'm just being paranoid and Leah is just sleeping late... Or something... I put on my shoes and headed out the door.

Xander's apartment complex was further than Sarah's so I took the car. It was a nice sunny Saturday afternoon and everyone was out enjoying the weather. I wished my wife was back with me and we could have some time together, maybe walk through the hedge maze again at our favorite park. I really hoped she was okay and I was just being silly.

I arrived at Xander and Jake's apartment complex and got buzzed through to the entryway. Unlike Sarah's much nicer place, theirs was more run down and in the shittier part of town. Rent was cheap though and the apartments had a lot of space so they seemed to think it was worth it.

Up an old mostly safe elevator to the 6^th floor and into a narrow lime-colored hallway lit by dim aging lights. I could hear some people's muffled arguments going on behind me in some unknown apartment as I neared a corner leading to another hallway.

As I turned the corner I nearly ran into a tall hooded figure who was in a hurry going the opposite direction.

"Yo, watch where you goin'!" The familiar voice growled.

I stared up at the man and did a double-take. It was fucking Jerome. His sneakers squeaked on the hard floor from stopping in his tracks. That shiny chrome grill glimmered as his lips pulled back into an impish grin.

"Sheeeiiitt, what up big pimpin'!" He chortled as he flipped the hood off his head and looked around over my shoulder. "Where that sexy bitch of yours at?"

His mentioning my wife made me blow up in a rage. I didn't care that he was much taller and probably stronger than me. I'd go down swinging if I had to. I shoved my finger into his chest as I sidestepped him.

"You stay the fuck away from my wife, got it?"

Jerome raised his large hands in mock surrender, "Oh shit son!" He laughed, "You wanna step up huh? You wanna?" He raised his hoodie and shirt with one hand, revealing the grip of a handgun sticking out of the front of his pants. "Sure yo wife not missin' more of this big black dick, big pimpin'?" He laughed and then clapped his hands together.

I raised my own hands at him and backed away. "Just leave us the fuck alone!"

"Why Though? You saw us fuckin' and shit. She loved it, man." He rubbed at his nose and snorted. "Don't pretend like you didn't either. Maybe I stop by sometime, give her what she needs again."

"The fuck you are! Just stay away from her, and stay away from Sarah too!" I said folding my arms.

Jerome took on a stony expression and clicked his tongue. "Pfft! Aight then I see you around, Jimmy. See you around real soon." He flipped his hood back on and was gone, laughing and talking to himself as he went. He seemed half out of his mind, probably on god knows what.

"Tell my boy Kivon to call me!" I heard him yell from down the hall.

Like hell I was.

I turned around only to realize I was right in front of Xander's door. Fuck! Was Jerome coming from their place?

Jake answered the door holding what was clearly a bag of cocaine.

"Oh, hey," he said while chewing on something. "Just scored some coke. Want some?"

Fucking Jake.

After declining the coke, Xander and Anna greeted me and we hung out a bit. They excitedly showed me progress on their video game; a fighting game with all sorts of colorful characters. Anna had a contagious excitement about her and would cling to my shirt often as she described the game to me. As happy as I was for them I couldn't help but feel a bit melancholy that I wasn't involved. I had the soul sucking-job that I hated instead, and still had another full week of overtime to enjoy!

Jake, fueled by coke and soda, didn't really contribute and sat at his computer playing some flavor of the moment multiplayer shooter. I kept up with our conversations trying not to stare at Anna. Her beauty was almost too distracting, especially with how pent-up I was. She was wearing an oversized shirt that exposed one of her slender shoulders, revealing a bra strap. I just wanted to reach over and take a bite.

Snap out of it and focus, Jim.

"We found a music guy, I think he will be great. It's gonna have kind of a retro electronic sound to it," Xander said as he scratched his beard.

"Yeah, he's someone I know from Korea," Anna said as she sat down next to me on the sofa. "He's a cool cat, but doesn't speak any English so... I have to translate for Xander, hehe."

I couldn't help but side-eye Anna's slim, milky thighs exposed by her short skirt riding up. I quickly looked up at her eyes before she could notice.

"You will have to send me some of it to listen to," I said, keeping our gaze locked for a little too long. I noticed her run her delicate-looking fingers through her short bob hair and blush a little.

"Of course," she bumped me with her shoulder affectionately, "It's kinda like the music we listened to when we studied together."

Sitting so close to her I was suddenly paranoid she might notice my cock cage somehow and quickly crossed my legs.

"Yeah, good times," I smiled. Sitting so close to Anna and having her attention made my heart flutter. I immediately felt guilty about it. I was married dammit.

We talked for a bit more and then Xander suggested we meet Sarah at our usual bar hangout; The Boiler Room. Jake declined, too absorbed into his game, so the three of us piled into Xander's car and hit the road.

"Jim!" Sarah squealed with glee as she charged into me for my signature bear hug.

Her big pillowy breasts mashing against my chest never got old. Looking down at her I immediately noticed she had gone back to her natural platinum blonde hair color. I liked how it made a lovely contrast with her suntan. I couldn't help but smile, it was wonderful to see her again. Sarah just had this uncanny ability to distract me from my problems.

"Where's Leah? She with Kivon?" Sarah's brows furrowed in surprise, "I-I mean..." she stammered, covering her mouth with her hand.

"What the fuck?" I mouthed to her. "She sat this one out," I said out loud.

Sarah mouthed, "Sorry," and then gave a weak smile.

"You'll have to make do with the three of us!" Xander said from behind me as he stepped inside the entryway.

Sarah gave him a hug and then reached over for Anna. I took notice that Anna was the exact same height as Sarah at around 5'2 I guessed. My mind couldn't help but bring up visuals of their small, petite bodies being manhandled by built black men. I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to think of baseball when I felt the confines of my cage squeeze me down there.

"Hey, it was Anna right?" Sarah asked, with that bright white smile of hers.

Anna shyly nodded her head and smiled back, "Hi, it's nice to meet you again!"

My eyes couldn't help but zero in on Sarah's exposed midriff. She was wearing cut-up jeans and a black crop top t-shirt. I supposed, like my wife, she wasn't missing any gym time. Her tummy was well sculpted like the rest of her gorgeous body.

Suddenly, a big brown hand covered her belly button.

"This is my new friend, Deshawn," she said as the large framed black man hugged her from behind. He looked like he must be a bodybuilder, there were muscles on top of muscles.

"Sup Y'all," he said in a husky voice, and then glanced down at Sarah, "Gotta jet."

"Awww, but I thought you could stay? You just got here!" Sarah sulked. She clung to his massive arm as if she were a sad child.

Deshawn leaned down to give her a smooch and then whispered something into her ear. She looked up at him and nodded her head.

"Whatever..." she sighed as he walked away.

I scuddled up next to her and pulled her with me. "Good," I sang, "Now I got you to myself!"

Sarah giggled and walked with us to a booth near the back. We drank and talked for a bit, catching up and having a good time. I checked my phone every now and then to see if Leah had responded to my texts, but there was nothing.

At one point Xander and Anna were in a deep conversation so I took Sarah over to play some pool and try to cheer her up. Ever since Deshawn left she had that tell-tell look in her eye, the one she couldn't hide from me.