************PAYTON************

Jack and I have owned Abbot Insurance Agency for the past ten years, since his parents retired. One drawback of owning a business is the necessity of attending industry conferences. That's why we’re spending the first week of May in downtown Oakland, across the bay from San Francisco. Oakland’s unexciting, but we planned to extend our stay over the weekend to explore San Francisco and enjoy the sights there.

Checking in, we met several people we knew, including Neil Porter, a vice president of one of the major companies we sell for. We’d met him a few times, and I’d liked him. He was black, unusual in our industry, at his level at least.

He invited us to a first-day get-together in the Imperial Conference Room, and Jack said we would. We dressed for dinner, and Jack said, “Payton, we probably should go to Neil’s for a few minutes, and then have dinner.” When we got there, Jack talked to Neil alone for a while, and then got involved with some of his dad’s friends, and I ended up in a group with Neil. I’d never noticed it before, but I thought getting to know him better would be interesting. Here, I noted he was paying a lot of attention to me. Not so much that anyone else noticed, but I saw a feral smile flicker across his face. The type to make a lot of women nervous.

But that just made me interested.

He was telling some stories about summers he’d spent in Wyoming, and he was finishing when I noticed that almost everyone had left, and Jack was headed over. When Jack joined us, Neil invited us to have dinner with him. 

I was about to turn him down when Jack accepted. That surprised me, because Jack had commented that being away from the kids meant we could have an interesting time. I wasn’t pissed at Jack, but close. I was expecting some sexy times.

We went to Albert’s Steak House, but when we sat down in our booth, I was sitting next to Neil, not my husband. Talking, I gradually noticed Neil was focusing on me, not Jack. I was getting a strange feeling that I was being transferred from Jack to Neil. We’d role-played various scenarios over the years, but this was interesting. 

Our meals had just arrived when Jack put my hand in Neil's. Then Neil asked, “Has Payton ever been with another man since you’ve been married?”

When I heard that, a shiver went down my back. I remembered the times Jack fantasized about sharing me with a black guy. I’d laughed at him and said, “Only if I like him.” We didn’t have any black friends, and I thought it was safe.

Jack responded, “Not yet, Neil, but…” and his voice trailed off. I looked at Jack, and his hand was trembling, and he wasn’t looking at me.

I can feel my nipples hardening. Jack, you’ve talked about it; do you really want it to happen? You didn’t talk to me about it first.

I looked across the table at Jack. Neil was dominating the table, dominating Jack. He couldn’t stop Neil; he didn’t want to stop him, so if it was going to be stopped, it was up to me.

Do I want to stop it? Neil must have told Jack when we first got there that he intended to take me. How does he intend to do it? He’s dominating Jack, so it’ll be the way Neil wants it. That's if I don’t object, that is.

I took a sip of my wine, and while still looking at Jack, I took Neil’s hand and brushed it across my tits.

I turned to Neil, saying, “Not yet; Jack's right. But I might be able to change the answer tonight, Neil.”

He set this up without telling me or even asking me. Jack, you’re an asshole. I’m going to do this my way.

Now, how to make it happen?

I turned to Neil and said, “Um, after dinner, shall we go to our room, and Jack can wait in the lobby, or go to your room, and he can wait in our room?" 

I waited for a moment thinking, before I said, “What he wants is to watch us, Neil. That might be okay if he pays a hefty price for the privilege.”

“What?” Jack said.

“Price?” was Neil's response.

I answered Jack, “Yes, a price to pay. This is something you’ve wanted for some time, but you overstepped by dropping it on me with no warning.” I looked at Neil, “He must have prompted your question. Right?” 

Neil nodded.

“Over dinner, we can decide. You and I, not Jack. We decide, and all Jack has to do is say, ‘Yes, I’ll do it. Or. no.’”

I turned to Jack, “You don’t get to contribute to that discussion, Jack.”

I added butter to my potato and took a bite of my salmon. “This is delicious, Jack. How is your steak?”

He nodded.

I turned to Neil and asked, “Tonight, we can go to your suite, and if he gets to watch us, I think it’s only fair if we get to watch him, too. Um, let's see. Have you ever done this—cuckolded a white guy?"

He grinned and nodded, “Yes, a few times, Payton. Um, some things I really enjoyed were when the, ah, cuck undressed his wife for me and then verbally gave her to me to fuck. And then afterward, I like him to lick her clean, her pussy. I love seeing them do that.”

I leaned over and kissed Neil. “Something I’d like to see is Jack cleaning your cock afterward, too.”

I hesitated.

Dare I ask for this? Make Jack give me permission to fuck any black cock I want. He wants me blacked. That's the term, I think? Blacked? I’ve been feeling restricted, so maybe…

“Let's make him give me the right to fuck any black cock I want. He’s forcing the issue with you. I want the right to try on anyone I want.”

“Jack, so far are you willing to agree to our demands?”

Jack was sitting there with his fork in the air, holding a piece of steak. He stammered, then asked, “You want to fuck any black cock you want? Any black cock?”

I grinned at him, “How bad do you want to watch, Jack? You see that black waiter over there? Next time we come in, and if I decide I want him, I get to bring him to our room. Is that clear enough?”

How close am I to his saying yes? Am I willing to make this stick? I am. He’s pissed me off one too many times. 

“Yes, that's what I want. Any black guy I want.”

I can feel the change between Jack and me. The power shift. I’m also anticipating Neil’s cock in my pussy. God, this is so different. Jack is going to submit. He’s been dreaming about seeing me screw a black guy like Neil, and I never noticed.

I sat there staring at Jack, daring him to say no. Could he agree to release me from my vow to be faithful so he could see his dream fulfilled? 

Do I hope he says yes? Or is this a case of being careful what you wish for, because it might come true?

Before he could answer, I interjected, “Don’t pretend you think I won’t enforce your answer, Jack. If you say yes, then you said yes!”

********JACK********

I can’t even look at either Payton or Neil. I got us here. I’ve been fantasizing about this since I learned about Neil’s conquests five years ago. Now it’s yes or no. 

Payton seems willing to do it, so am I willing to release her from her wedding vows? Neither of us has been unfaithful yet. I think…

The silence is getting louder and louder. 

I respond by stuttering, “I…I…” And my voice dies back into the silence. It seems like ten minutes of waiting for my answer.

“You want to…”

“Yes, anyone I want.”

Her voice is implacable; she knows I want this, and this is her price. Is this because she doesn’t want to, or is it because she wants to be free to screw around, and this is an opportunity to get both Neil and anyone she wants? I wish I could read her mind.

I felt something break in my mind as I realized I'm going to submit to her demand. My cock had hardened picturing her with Neil’s cock in her, and my apprehension released with a physical easing as I submitted. I was going to say yes. Yes to amy black cock. right as if I'd stop her

“Any black guy, is that right? Only black guys?”

I knew by saying yes, I wouldn’t limit it to black men; I’m letting her cuckold me. I’m a cuckold. The only question was, did I have any line I wouldn’t let her cross? I’d let her fuck anyone she wanted if she pushed me, anyway she wanted to.

I nodded at Payton, but her response was saying, “I want the three of us to hear you say it, all of it.”

“I said yes, Payton.”

"No, Jack, say the whole thing. You’re giving me permission to make love to… no, that’s not right. You’re giving me permission to fuck any black man I want to.”

She’s trying to humiliate me by saying it out loud. She doesn’t realize I’d go a lot further than that. I’m her cuckold, with all that means. What will she make me do when she realizes how far I’ll go?

“Payton, I’m giving you my permission to fuck anyone you want to. Ah, any black guy, um, any black person you want to. Hell, Payton, yes.”

Neil had a smile on his face. “I’m glad we got that settled,” He turned to Payton. “I think we’ll enjoy tonight, Payton."

We finished dinner, and I realized that anyone watching saw our relationship change. Payton and Neil were a couple now, and I was their guest. His cock hadn’t penetrated her yet, hadn’t cum in her yet, but I was the third, the extra, the cuckold.

I’m already her cuckold in reality, even though he hasn’t touched her intimately. What do cuckolds feel like? I already feel embarrassed, anxious, and diminished. Yes, that, and aroused. My cock is hard, anticipating what I’m going to see later. 

Neil kissed Payton as if he was going to take her on our table. God, I’ve never kissed her like that; with that much animal passion. Worse for me was that she responded in kind. Everyone who saw it knew she was going to be fucked by him tonight. Most of the women envied her.

We walked out of the restaurant with Neil’s arm around her waist and me trailing behind. 

When we got to the elevators, Neil looked at Payton with a grin, “Let's go to my room, that way we can send Jack back to your room, while we finish.”

Payton looked at me with a sardonic grin and said, “That’s a great idea. I suspect we’ll be doing things I don’t want Jack to see.” She looked at me and continued. “Jack? Does that sound okay to you?”

She was trying to diminish me in front of Neil. It would take a lot more than banishing me from part of my cuckolding to make me refuse.

“That’s alright with me if you're afraid to let me watch the entire time.”

********NEIL********

That was interesting, the way Jack answered. Would it affect Payton?

I pushed the button for the fifth floor, my floor, and I kissed her a few times. 

I love this part of screwing a white wife. Hubby wants it, but it’s the first time. How far can I push Jack? The way he reacted when Payton added the ‘any black man’ requirement, I think anything I want. 

I opened the door and escorted Payton in, leaving Jack to follow. 

Inside, I stood there looking at Jack, waiting. 

Can he force himself to actually do it? I’ve had men get to this point and quit, but the men that actually can, when they see my dick approach their wives’ cunts, it's awesome. That first moment when everything changes. 

Jack started when he realized I was waiting for him to undress, Payton. He had to undress her for me, give her to me to fuck. 

Despite her assurance at dinner, I saw it turn into apprehension here. Jack couldn't see it; he was dealing with his own issues. He’d wanted it for years, but now he faced the reality. Payton was going to be fucked by me, in front of him. She knew it, but still didn’t quite believe it.

She was wearing a dress that buttoned up the back. He got the first two buttons undone, but then he couldn’t get the third, and Payton had to help. 

He stepped back for a second before attempting the rest. His trembling was under control, and after undoing all the buttons, he slipped the dress off, where it pooled at her feet. 

I was enjoying seeing the anguish on Jack's face when he undid her bra and exposed her tits to me. I smiled and whispered, “Good boy, Jack. Now, her panties.”

Payton was standing there with a frightened look on her face for a second when he exposed her pussy, her cunt. Faithful married women have pussies; faithless ones have cunts. 

Payton was standing in front of Jack naked, her cunt waiting for me.

I decided to make Jack give her to me again, here in my room, to intensify his humiliation.

“Jack, tell me again why you’ve undressed Payton?”

“Ah, I want to see her, ah, fucked.”

I looked at him and said, “No, that's not it at all, Jack. Tell me everything we said. Everything that Payton told you.” This is the part of foreplay I enjoy most, the part where my soon-to-be cuckold sees that it's going to happen where he sees it. My cock is going to invade his wife's cunt and make her come for me. It's something that's never going to change.

He paused, and I saw his hands trembling. His voice, “I undressed my wife so I could see you fuck her. I want to watch as your cock takes her and cums in her. I’m giving her to you to fuck and any other black cock she wants."

“And?” I said.

“Um, what else? Um, yes, I will clean her pussy afterward and your cock too. Is that all? God.”

********PAYTON********

I’m standing in front of Neil and Jack, and he’s giving me to Neil to fuck. I’m foggy and can hardly even hear it happen. 

He promised to clean my pussy and Neil's cock. Neil stepped forward, and he kissed me. No, that’s not right. We kissed. The most passionate kiss since Jack kissed me just before we had sex for the first time.

That kiss dissolved all my apprehensions. I wanted Neil; I wanted his cock. And I wanted it now!

“Neil, you’ve got a lot of clothes on. I don't think we did this right. I’m ready, but you're not.”

I started undressing him, and when I released his cock, I bent over and kissed it, saying, “I dub thee, Payton fucker.”

A tremor of pleasure went through my body. This cock is going to make Jack my cuckold, my cuck. He’s giving me permission to fuck any black cock I want. We’ll see how long that lasts. 

Then I felt Neil's hands on my breasts, my tits, lifting me onto the bed. It was wonderful having Neil control me. Yes, Jack, you did it.

It’s finally going to happen; I’m going to feel another man’s cock again. I haven't fucked anybody else since the first time Jack did. 

I pull his head down so I can kiss him again, and again. His hands are rougher on my breasts, and I’m loving it. This is what I wanted, something different. 

He bit my tits, not just sucked them. I was running my hands through his hair and guiding him lower and lower. He was marking my belly, and then his tongue dipped into that pleasure palace that is my pussy. 

He seemed to know exactly how I needed it to drive me wild. A lick here and a nibble there, gentle now and changing to demanding afterward. Moaning? God, yes, I was almost screaming. I glanced over at Jack, and he was staring at me like he was dazed.

Neil shifted so his cock was ready, but I wanted to make Jack participate. I decided Jack would actually cuckold himself like I’d read about. I moved to make Neil wait and said to Jack, “Jack, you do it. Please put it in. Neil's cock. Just put it in. It’s not just me that’s cuckolding you, you’re doing it.”

Neil stopped and waited with his hands on my tits, twisting my nipples. “Jack, take it and put it in. NOW. You wanted it so you do it.” 

I saw Jack’s face spasm, and I could see the emotions ripple across his face as he realized what I was asking him to do. It moved from humiliation to angst, but ended when Jack stepped forward and reached out to Neil’s cock and guided it.

When I felt it, it was exactly like I imagined: imperious, hard, glorious, and insistent. 

I was being taken by Neil, fucked by Neil, with Neil’s cock, stretching me. It was Neil’s cock, not Jack's. It was Neil’s cum I was going to feel. 

I exploded. I saw lights and spasmed. Neil’s thrusts didn’t stop or slow down; he continued right through my climax until I felt a second one start and complete just as his cock erupted in my cunt.

I almost passed out, but I remember I felt Jack’s tongue on my cunt and saw Jack licking Neil’s cock exactly the way I’d told him.

When I recovered, Neil and I were in bed alone. “I sent Jack to your room.”

All I could do was reply, “Yes, that's perfect.” And fell asleep. When I drifted awake, I felt my nerve endings tingling and felt Neil’s cock hard again. How many times can he fill me up?