The Temptations of Dee Pt. 05

Domestic Bliss

"It's so good to have you here." David had given her a little complacent smile as he sat down for his meal. "So good for us to have a weekend like a family should."

David's approved form of weekend seemed to consist of Dee racing round preparing meals and ferrying the youngsters to their various sports and social appointments. Meanwhile, David had been on the sofa watching TV or snoring his head off. Had all their weekends been like this until not so long ago? Until Saturday had become her day to be with her new man, with Shaka.

How she wished she could be with him right now. Back here she was just some sort of an unpaid domestic servant. Shaka knew how to treat her as a beautiful woman, as a sexual being, as someone desirable. He knew how to break her free of all the restraints, the suffocating bonds of 'propriety'. He knew how to let her express who she truly was. More than that - he relished his time with her and wasn't afraid to show it. He valued her.

"DEE!"

Oh no - he'd woken up again. What now?

"Maddy and Leah have left some toys in here. Can you tidy them up?"

Her blood boiled at it. It almost made it worse that he didn't know he was doing it. He just assuming that she only existed to make his life easier. Some men might deserve that, she knew one at least, but David wasn't one of them.

How she desperately wanted to be over in the Capital with Shaka right now, at this very instant. She never understood how desperately she needed him until she was forced to miss him like this. It had just been too dangerous - too close to the most fertile part of her cycle. If she had gone to him today there was a very real chance that she would have come back with new life growing within her. Their child. She knew all that but still, growing all through today, had been that longing, that need to be with him.

She felt a rush of desire pass through her. She fought with the conscious level of her mind to combat that most basic of desires. That most certainly could NOT happen. There were three reasons - young Davey, Maddy and Leah. Her marriage and David - she'd cast them aside in a heart-beat. That realisation caused a momentary shock for her but it was too obvious to even make a pretence of denying it to herself. However, there were the children. They were the game-changer. They were the reason she could never leave David, could never ... escape from this marriage.

She blinked back tears at something Davey had said to her. It had been just the other day. She'd asked him how he felt about the move, how he liked his new home and school.

He had thought carefully about it - as an eight-year old sometimes will. "I loved living at home, our old home, but I'm still glad we moved."

She had smiled at how serious he seemed. "Why's that Davey?"

"Because you are so much happier here."

She'd had to fight to keep the smile on her face. That was the thing about children, especially your own children. They could pick up on things very quickly. The most unexpected things. Davey knew that she was a lot happier but, thank goodness, he didn't know why. He didn't know it was because Shaka made her feel alive again, made her feel desirable and valued again.

Davey had seen it. Well, he was a sharp young man. In that he certainly seemed to take after his Mom rather than his Dad. David senior didn't seem to have noticed a darned thing - except that he had to look after the children one day a week. What about the girls? Well they were younger. It brought it home though. She couldn't blow their young lives apart by being selfishly stupid. She had to be so careful.

Her husband had accepted the 'professional development' story. He didn't like it - but he'd accepted it. She left every Saturday morning and returned late at night. That she could get away with. She just had to be SUPER careful.

But it was so darned difficult. She wanted to be with Shaka tonight, she NEEDED to be with him tonight. She was an addict needing her fix. Part of it was Shaka's fault. He'd made it clear he didn't like anything coming between him and his women. No condoms of course but also no diaphragms or pills, even morning-after ones. To be one of Shaka's women meant giving yourself up totally and unconditionally. She had agreed but sometimes it was so damned hard.

Walking the Walk

Dee was feeling positively over-dressed. She wore a little red dress that Shaka had picked out for her. Held up by a couple of the thinnest shoulder straps it plunged at the front to reveal plenty of side-boob and then hugged tightly to her curves until it ended about half-way down her thigh. The red was vibrant, demanding attention from anyone that saw it. She had to move carefully. In a dress like this you couldn't wear panties. Her shapely legs were bare down to a pair of moderate heels, a little treat she had bought herself.

She wore a necklace, almost a collar, of silver links. That had been another present from Shaka. Apart from her 'Shaka hoops' it was her only jewellery - well if you didn't count her rings of course. Shaka insisted she wore those whenever she was out with him.

All in all an outfit that would have had her husband spitting feathers of prudish outrage but Dee still felt positively over-dressed. It was all a matter of comparison. Her new friends, almost her new sisters in this new life, Georgia and Anna, were to blame. They both looked like street walkers!

Georgia was wearing a little black top - lace over the breasts and then perhaps four inches of latex laced extra tight. So she was showing an awesome cleavage just like Dee but you didn't need to look too hard to see the dark of nipple through that lace. The top also ended a good inch above her navel - leaving it and a lot of flat toned white stomach exposed. Dee had been around long enough now to know how a certain group of Black men loved to see that. It was almost a challenge to them. A beautiful white woman at their club flaunting her flat belly was a job only half done. If Georgia's top was tight then her pants were almost painted on. Black latex again with a belt at the top. The pants extended down to a couple of inches above her ankles - again leaving the pale skin exposed. That was no mystery to Dee either now. If you didn't leave your ankles exposed then how could a potential Black bull see your anklet? Georgia's had four little charms attached. 'I', then a heart to symbolise love, then a small black cockerel and finally the Queen of Spades motif. She wore black kitten heels that laced up at the front and left her toes exposed. There were Black guys that really loved a shapely pair of white feet too.

Izeye looked like the cock of the walk - not surprising really. He didn't just have Georgia on one arm but Anna on the other and she looked just as amazing. Her blonde hair hung down to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. She wore her Master's collar and hanging from it was a top of black netting that clung tight to the upper part of her body and obscured almost nothing. Her breasts were barely covered by one thin strip of solid material within the mesh. The pale skin of her arms and shoulders was left exposed as was perhaps three inches above her skirt. That skirt was also black, of tight PVC, and came down only half way to her knees. Then there was another couple of inches of enticingly bare perfect pale skin before the black garters that held up her stockings. On her feet were a pair of kitten heels - black as well, save for the startling flash of scarlet from their soles. She had an anklet of her own, 'B', 'B' and 'C' along with that QOS symbol.

Dee might have felt that she had to up her game but for the reassuring presence of Shaka. She had learned to dress to please her man. He had made it clear that he liked her looking 'classy but available' when she was with him. He liked every man there to know that she was his and that made her proud.

The crowd at the club was pretty much all African-American with just a scattering of white and Hispanic women. The beats were heavy and unambiguously 'urban'. The DJ knew how to please his crowd. It was positively deafening. The evening had effectively been playing out as a silent movie for Dee since they had arrived! The light show illuminating and then hiding the hundreds of dancers.

Shaka was giving her all of his attention. Whew - it was quite a work-out! What was it they said about great dancers making great lovers. Well it seemed to work the other way too. She followed his lead and his movements, the grace and fluidity and power of his beautiful body. It was so damn good, such great fun, such a delicious taster for the evening to come.

Shaka was in charge but he wasn't a possessive man. You brought a fine white bitch to a club like this, a pick-up joint, and they were going to draw some attention. She'd been nervous at first but Shaka had told her it was OK. She'd got used to the men, one or two of them couldn't have been much more than half her age, coming to strut their stuff before her, to flaunt their ability, their strength, their athleticism. It was really very obvious that they all wanted to get in her panties real bad - well if she'd been wearing any that was.

There were still moments when she couldn't believe how her life had changed, even if only for one day a week. Here she was pinned between two truely gorgeous young Black men, feeling the hard bulges pressing into her belly and her back. They were so handsome and so hot and they SOOOO wanted to fuck her. Quite a change from a couple of days ago when she'd been juggling work prep with making the evening meal, arranging her children's social schedules and making sure David's work clothes were ready for the morning. Honestly, couldn't he even do that for himself. She forced him out of her mind - she'd wasted enough of her time on him already.

***

Earlier that evening she'd been introduced to another aspect of their new lifestyle. Not every man was like Shaka or Izeye - strong, powerful, effortlessly in control. Not every man was like David - weak, hesitant, lacking the courage to follow up their feelings. There was another type of man - ones she really couldn't quite understand.

This was the first time she had met Anna's husband. When the women had met the first thing they had done was go shopping - well why not! First for clothes and then to a rather specialist store. Anna and Georgia had spent quite some time before making their selection. It was a small metal device, almost like a cage. It was shaped like a small drooping penis. Attached to it was a lock and key.

Georgia had been very matter of fact about it. "Well Anna here is married to Kent. Kent got to thinking that he would like to see Anna there with a Black man. What he didn't know was that Anna shared that desire, had done so ever since she started noticing how much sexier they were than men like Kent, white men."

"Hang on," said Dee, "her husband wanted to see her make love to another man?" That didn't sound right - what sort of a man would want to do that?

"Well you see Kent thought that he was in charge - he'd never really considered Black men as any possible competition with sweet little Anna there. So when he was watching those videos, have you heard of the 'Blacked Raw' series, he just couldn't resist the idea of his cute little wife starring in them. Isn't that right Anna?"

"Oh yes," giggled the younger woman, "I always thought he was working on reports when he locked himself into his study-room!"

"Yes, Kent was stroking himself silly thinking about his lovely young blonde-haired green-eyed wife being ravaged by a Black street thug, well preferably a gang of them."

"Oh my goodness," Dee couldn't believe it. I mean she knew Black men would just love to get their hands on Anna, she was such a little honey, but what was her husband thinking - how could he ever hope to compete?

Georgia continued. "Kent is a senior executive - even if it is only in the family property development concern. He was sort of used to being the 'big dog' - that is until he met Izeye."

Anna giggled away to herself. "I thought he was going to crap himself - he was going all red in the face. I'm not sure until that moment that even he knew what it was he really wanted. But my Master saw through him straight away."

"What do you mean?" Dee was still having some trouble getting her head round this. Anna's husband KNEW that she was going with Black men - had even encouraged her to do so. What sort of a man was he?

"Kent is what we call a cuckold - now normally our Master doesn't want anything to do with cucks. They want to watch or even get involved. That isn't our Master's style at all - not Shaka's either I'm sure."

"So our Master laid down the rules. He doesn't get to watch or even to come out with us. He also doesn't get to do some other things." Georgia's finger nail tapped the small metal device meaningfully.

"Oh." It wasn't too often that Dee was lost for words but this was one of them.

***

Their next stop was at Anna's home where her husband was waiting for her. Izeye found a beer in the fridge and sat down to watch the game on the TV. He left dealing with Kent to his girls.

Kent was about thirty, looking a good few years older than his lovely wife. His sandy-blonde hair was beginning to recede, his stomach was starting to expand. He was well-dressed with intelligent brown eyes. He looked like millions of other white men. He didn't act like them though.

"Strip." That was Anna. Taking no nonsense and brooking no arguments. Dee was taken by surprise a little. Anna had always come across as a sweet little thing. This was a new side to her.

Kent didn't hesitate - he quickly removed his clothing and stood in front of the three women. For a moment he looked at Dee and she realised that he had no idea who she was. She was feeling a little confusion herself. What was going on here? She saw Kent's cheeks blush and he hung his head in apparent shame. However, she also saw something else. His pink penis had been hanging down limp but now it was growing and was almost at half-mast.

"Look at that," exclaimed Anna in mock outrage, "what a naughty boy! But at least now our friends can see what the problem is. That sort of thing has to be kept under control but our old cage was just a little too large. This one will be more appropriate, more ... restrictive."

Kent flashed a glance at his wife. Dee had almost expected him to show anger or fear. However, the look spoke more of desperate longing. He was getting off on it! As if to confirm that fact Kent's penis was now standing up proudly against the round swell of his gut.

This was not something that Dee could really get her head around. However, she had a strong suspicion that her friends were not finished yet. Georgia was sending her glances that were almost gleefully conspiratorial.

"Now then honey, before we put on the cage we have to talk about something." Anna's voice had become silkily seductive. "You know why you have to wear it don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a little coward."

"That's right - you are scared of even such a teeny-tiny little procedure." Anna moved her fingers in a scissors gesture. "But I love my little boy so much that you don't have to go so long as you wear your cage. Doesn't that show just how much I love you?"

"Yes Anna, thank you Anna."

"So long as you are a good little boy and wear your cage when I am here then no-one will be tempted into making a silly mistake"

Anna's tone was stern but affectionate - like that of a nurse or a teacher rather than a wife. However, it seemed that Kent couldn't get enough of it. His eyes shone with devotion as he looked at her. He hung on her every word like a devoted puppy.

"Now honey, you remember what my Master told you when we first met - about how a Black Master expects to fuck his girls with nothing between them. About how we could use the CycleBeads instead."

Kent nodded.

"Well dear - so you know I've been doing that. However, those Beads can be used for something else can't they?"

Kent moistened his lips with his tongue. he was hanging on her every word with a desperate intensity. Did he already know where this was going and how did he react to that? With dread or desire? Did even he know any more? He just croaked out, "To know when you are most fertile Anna."

"Well done sweetie, that's right. Well you know I've wanted to start a family for two or three years now. You didn't want to just at the moment. Well, I have some news. My Master has agreed to do the job for you. Isn't that great!"

"Oh God," gasped Kent. He was breathing quickly - in shallow gasps. His cheeks were flushed. His eyes still shone with that almost desperate desire as he looked at his beautiful young wife.

Anna knew she had him - it only remained to confirm the fact. "So my Master has agreed - under one condition. Obviously it has to be OK with you - you ARE supposed to be my husband after all. So you'll be committing yourself to working hard to support us and to doing plenty of child-minding while Mommy is out having fun!" She pulled on a latex glove. Dee saw Kent's cock twitch just at the sight of the glove. It was almost pavlovian!

Anna reached out and took a gentle hold on his hard shaft. "So we just need confirmation that you are happy about this. That you understand that I have wants and needs that you just can't fulfil as a little white boy. That YOU want and need them just as much." Her fingers began gently moving up and down the shaft. "You know how I want you to show your agreement don't you honey. You just need to cum - the way that you know you want to. Then I can go and start our new family. You just need to shoot that little white load of yours to show how much you want it. You do want it don't you?"

Kent's mouth dropped open a little. He closed his eyes and his breathing became ragged. It was clear that this was an incredibly intense moment for him. He closed his eyes.

Anna moved her hand up and down his hard penis a little quicker and leaned in to almost whisper huskily into her husband's ear.

"That's right little man. Imagine how wonderful it will be. Imagine how beautiful I will look. My belly all swollen up with my first baby, my first Black baby. Then, later, when she is feeding - how wonderful that is going to be. We'll have to tell your family and friends that she is adopted but I think most of them will guess don't you. They'll guess your beautiful white wife has got herself Black bred. If they don't - well I suppose when the second or third..."

"Uuhhhhhuuunhhhh," moaned Kent as he came. His semen spurted out into a wad of tissue thoughtfully held in place by his wife.

"There ... isn't that better. Now we've made the decision. Since you've been such a good boy..." Anna leaned forward and chastely kissed her husband's sweaty forehead. "... let's get you nice and cleaned up so we can put your new cage on." She stood and led her husband out towards the bathroom.

***

On their way back Dee finally could express some of her feelings on what she had just seen.

"I'm having some problems processing this. How on earth did Anna persuade him..."

Georgia cut her off with a laugh. "She didn't have to persuade HIM! He was the one who started this and, as Anna said, my Master saw through him straight away. Now Kent is getting just what he wanted all along - even if he didn't want to admit it - and Anna is getting just what she needed all along - even if she didn't know it."

Dee pondered again. Anna seemed to have got everything sorted out. It wasn't so easy for her. She knew David very well. This was something that he would never ever accept. He was a weak man in many ways but despite that, or perhaps because of that, he would never allow himself to be put in the position of submission that Kent seemed to crave so desperately and enjoy so whole-heartedly. David would never accept her relationship with another man - let alone get off on it. She had to find a different way forward, if there was one.