************LARA************

Ian and I went out for dinner and then danced at the Imperial Club over on Madison Ave. When we sat down I saw my friend Valerie dancing, not with Ed, but with a black guy I didn’t know. Valerie loved dancing, but usually, it was with her husband Ed, Edison.

The thought that they were having trouble or even split up crossed my mind when I saw Ed sitting by himself across the room. 

Okay, then, maybe he hurt his knee. I looked again, and Valerie and the guy were at the bar talking. What the hell is going on?

Ian and I danced for a while, and I noticed Valerie dancing with a different guy. Ian and I talked about it and wondered what was happening. Well, that was mostly me; Ian had no opinion and not much interest in mine. 

We were dancing again when I saw Valerie and the new black guy sitting at the bar talking; he kissed her, and, more surprisingly, she kissed him back. He wasn’t stealing kisses, they were welcome.

“Ian, dance us over there off the floor; I want to see something.”

She kissed the guy, and when they stood up, there was something different; he was holding her differently, more possessively than casually. It was like HE was her husband. She guided them to where Ed was, and they sat down at the table, but with a kiss again, this time I could see him brush her breasts with his hand. 

“Oh my god, Ian, Valerie, and Ed, they’re…” I looked at Ian, in shock, “He’s letting him do it, ED, he has to be! If she goes—if he goes off by himself, I’m sure thats what we’re seeing.”

Ed was by himself, even though the three of them were at the table. It was Ed, by himself, and Valerie, his wife, was with the black guy, a couple. She intended to fuck him.

He, the black guy, was holding her hand with his arm around her. He was talking, and I couldn’t hear, but it looked like I could see him say naked, and fuck between kisses. It was like watching the beginning of a porn movie. 

“God, the black guy is telling Ed, he’s going to fuck Valerie, and he’s just sitting there.”

Well, not exactly; he was stiff, his face was white, and I could see the anguish on his face.

Ed’s accepting it, but not happily.

They stood, Valerie gave Ed a tentative kiss, and the other guy said something about paying the bill. Then Valerie and the black guy left with Ed at the table. 

He looked almost abandoned, and I almost went over to him, but Ian stopped me, luckily.

I whispered to Ian, "Valerie picked that guy to cuckold Ed. He knows it too.”

“Leave him alone, Lara. Whether or not he wants it, he’s agreed to it. He doesn’t want people he knows to talk to him."

We went to our table and sat, thinking about what we’d seen.

************IAN*************

I was sitting there assimilating what Lara said when I said, “God, Ed’s got m-more guts than I have.”

Lara looked at me and said, “What does that mean?”

I couldn’t look at her before saying, “We’ve pretended, we’ve roleplayed, but Ed is doing it, and with a black guy at that. I don’t know if this is the first time for him, but he’s doing it."

My cock was getting hard; thinking about Valerie with that guy. Is Ed going to watch it happen? Or are they doing it somewhere else?

“This is something…” I hesitated and continued, “I want, yes, I’ve told you I want to see you with someone, coming with someone, coming with his cock in you, Lara.”

She sat there for quite a while before shifting in her seat. “I didn’t realize, um, you were serious. With a black guy?”

I sat there before answering, “A black guy seems more dangerous, not gangster more dangerous, but bigger cock more dangerous, better, more stamina dangerous. True or not, a black lover seems more dangerous to us. More dangerous, but, um, more exciting.”

After a long wait, Laura said, “Ian, we’re here. There are single guys here, black guys, white guys, all kinds of guys. Do you want to try" Now? Tonight?”

She’s put it to me to decide. Do I want it? Enough to force Lara to agree, even reluctantly?

“We don’t have to, um, try now. Lara, we could go home…or just stay a while and have fun. Regardless of what Valerie is doing or not doing, let's do that. Okay?."

Was Lara seriously asking if I wanted it tonight? If I’d said yes, would she, could she let someone, could she screw someone else? Did I miss my chance? She’s always refused before.

We got up and danced for a bit, but they started a series of not-Ian dances, and I left her dancing by herself. I finished my wine and ordered another. When I looked up a black guy had joined her. She was having fun, so I let her enjoy herself.

I checked on her to make sure she was enjoying herself occasionally until they were dancing close together and they were talking. This went on, fast dance, slow dance, until they moved to the bar, and they both got drinks. It looked like Lara was explaining something, and he was answering. 

It’s dawning on me; she’s doing what Valerie did! It looks like it. My cock. My cock.

She kissed him at the bar, and she knew I was watching, and it wasn’t a pretend kiss; it looked like she was promising him something.

She’s coming over here. What did she promise?

When they got to our table, I stood and seated Lara, but he sat between where I had been sitting and Lara.

Lara settled herself, held his hand, and said, “This is Elix, um, from work. We don’t work together, but we see each other occasionally and at meetings.”

“Okay, have I met him?” 

“I don’t think so, but um… while we were dancing; you saw us dancing together, didn't you?”

Elix interjected with a deep, rumbling voice, “She’s a wonderful dancer; you’ve got to be proud of her, Ian.”

I ignored him, waiting for Lara to finish.

She hesitated and then said, “Yeah, thanks Elix, but we were talking; well, I was talking about Valerie and what we saw. Ah, what it looks like. It looked like she picked up a man here; with her husband, to…screw her.”

She glanced at me before saying, “I might have mentioned we’d talked about doing that too, but we’ve always—no, I’ve always chickened out.”

She leaned toward me and kissed me, “Darling, seeing Valerie and what she did here, I changed my mind, if you haven’t."

This is my opportunity to get what I’ve wanted for years. Can I say yes? It’s scary; it could go so wrong in so many ways.

************LARA*************

He’s thinking about it; what is he going to decide? Yes? No?

I’m afraid to say anything, if I’m too eager, it could make him think I want Elix more than him. I do want him to witness another man making love to me. If I close my eyes, I can feel it happening.

Ian’s standing there trying to say something.

“What do you want me to say, Lara? Do you want me to say yes, meaning go forward, or yes, I’ve changed my mind?”  

“I’m caught between yes, no, and maybe, Ian. This is up to you. You’ve talked about it off and on for years. Now you’ve caught the car. Do you still want it?”

He’s looking at Elix. Is he picturing what it’ll be like seeing me with him; with his cock in me?

“Elix, what we saw with Valerie, it looked like she was humiliating him. Is that what you’d do? I wanted something more like sharing Lara.” He turned to me and said, “How do you want it to happen?”

This is my chance to blow it up or get screwed by Elix. 

“Um, Valerie was a little, um, more, um, too public with his humiliation, but…”

“But what?”

“But, when Elix and I are, um, fucking, it’s me and Elix, not the three of us. We decide what we do and how we do it. Not you. I don’t want you objecting to anything, anything either of us do, Ian. I may, no, not may; I’ll want you to tell Elix you want to see him, see his cock in me.”

Did I screw it up? Probably. Can he say, I want to see it?

He was hesitating but finally said, “I want you to do it. Lara. At our house?”

Elix interjected, saying, “At my house, Lara. We’ll go to my house.”

That decided it. We were going to his house. Elix and I were in his car, and Ian was going separately.

Ian had his address, and I got in with Elix. We talked about tonight and what we wanted to happen. It was clear why Elix wanted to be at his house.

I was still absorbing what Elix had said when we got to his house, and the three of us went in.

Elix started to kiss me, but I stopped him and kissed Ian and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to treasure what you're doing tonight. Don’t forget I love you, no matter what you see.” Then I turned to Elix. “Now it’s your turn, Elix. I told you I’d do what you want."

He stepped up, unbuttoned my dress, slipped it over my shoulders, and then kissed me. It wasn’t just a kiss; the kisses moved down my neck, shoulders, and then my breasts. He was fumbling at my bra, unfastening it, so he could kiss my tits. My tits, my nipples. It was lewdly stimulating. I murmured, so Ian could hear it, “Elix, harder and I want you to suck on them, suck on my tits. It feels amazing.”

I glanced at Ian, and he was petrified, watching. I could see the agony on his face, knowing there was a lot more coming.

Elix could tell I was about to collapse, so he led me to the bedroom, sat me on the bed, and gave me another kiss. I reached toward him and started unbuttoning his shirt so I could touch him.

He had me on my back with my hands over my head, when he tied my wrists to his headboard, but I didn’t resist. Then he said, “Ian, Lara told you what she wanted from you, but there’s something you can do now to fulfill your fantasy. I’m asking, not telling you have to, like Lara said, but I’d like you to finish taking her dress and panties for me."

I looked at Ian; he was staring at me, licking his lips. I thought it was Elix and me cucking Ian, but he’s got other ideas; he got Ian helping him. That wasn’t…that wasn’t what we’d talked about. God, he’s got me tied down. I could fight, but I'd be helpless if Elix got Ian to help.

Ian kept staring at me with an expression I’d never seen before, and he stepped to the foot of the bed; reached for my dress, and pulled it down and off. I finally recognized his expression; Ian was enjoying this, undressing me for Elix.

I lifted my ass off the bed and he pulled my panties down and off. 

What other surprises does Elix have planned? This is not going the way I expected.

Elix smiled at me with a grin and then said to Ian, “I’m in charge tonight, not Lara. It’s me. I’m wondering, should I let you have a taste here now?"

Is he going to give me to Ian? What is he thinking?

He put a pillow under my ass and then tied my legs apart, exposing my pussy to Ian. Exposing my cunt, it’s my cunt now. They can do anything, and I can't stop them.

“Elix, what…um what are you intending?” I asked.

He looked at me, then Ian, and said, “You’re offering your, um, quim to us both, aren’t you? You know what your quim is, don't you?"

My quim? I’ve heard the word, but I don't know exactly what it means.

“Um, Elix, not exactly.” I squirmed on the bed, hoping he’d touch me.

"It’s an antique word that means essentially your pussy. But doesn’t it sound delightfully lewd?"

Elix grinned at me and said, “I love saying the word and hearing it, but we’re getting away from what you asked, aren’t we? You are offering your quim to us, aren’t you? You didn’t protest at all when I tied you up. I think you knew that’s what you were doing. So Lara, should Ian, your husband, get the first taste, or would you prefer your lover, me?"

What is he doing, putting that on me? That's not fair.

I glanced at Ian, then at Elix, looking for guidance.

“If I give the first taste to Ian, you’ll finish, right? Ian, honey, come and god taste me. I want you to get the first taste of my quim, licking my quim. God, you're right; it sounds delightfully dirty."

Elix interrupted, saying, “If you’re going to touch her, Ian, strip naked.”

Ian hesitated just a few seconds, and then he was completely naked, exposing his rigid cock

Ian’s face brightened when I chose him, and he got between my legs and moved close: I felt his breath before his tongue touched my clit, and I quivered with my arousal.

“Yes, Ian, harder, please, harder.”

Which he did. 

I was losing my mind when Elix interrupted.

“Ian, it's my turn now. Okay?”

Ian slowed down and quit; I felt abandoned, just as I was feeling my climax starting.

He backed away and awkwardly clambered off the bed so Elix could take his place. 

I felt Elix's tongue caressing me where, seconds before, it was my husband, Ian. My mind was reeling, knowing that my lover was doing what my husband had been doing. The sensations were intensified, with Ian seeing this. Ian is seeing Elix doing what he'd done, licking, um, my quim. 

My climax approached at breakneck speed, and I felt the tremors crash over me. I screamed, “Elix, Elix. I’m …” And I convulsed, feeling my juices leaking all over his face.

After I recovered, I demanded from Elix, “Your cock Elix, I need your cock."

He moved up and told Ian, “Now tell me. Give me Lara. Tell me."

************IAN*************

It’s finally happening. I have to tell him to fuck Lara. I’m going to give her to him to fuck. To fuck and cuck me. I’m going to be a cuckold, their cuckold.

“ELIX, I want you to, um, fuck Lara I want to see your cock in her, coming. She’s yours now; she’s yours, Elix. I want to see you make her yours.”

I had to stop for a moment before I could continue. “I’m giving her to you by putting your cock in her.”

I reached and touched his cock, guiding it as he slowly slipped it inside.

He pushed it in until it was as far as he could and then slowly pulled back. 

I could see Lara’s blissful expression as he was moving inside her.

The pain was intense, watching her enjoy his cock. Her eyes were closed, savoring the sensations. And I heard her breath coming faster and faster. She was moving under him, enjoying being screwed.

His hands were on her tits, squeezing them, bruising them, I could tell. She was lifting each time he thrust to get it as deep as possible. 

The pain was intense, but I was also feeling an elation watching his black cock take control. Elix was controlling Lara in a way i didn't, couldn't. The euphoria I felt was overwhelming the pain, and I was enjoying witnessing them together.

She was breathing faster and faster, squirming under him, when she tensed and screamed.

When she screamed, Elix pushed in as hard as he could and then tensed and stopped. He pulled back a bit and his cum started leaking out around his cock.

I was their cuck, now.

I heard Lara whispering to him, “That was wonderful, wonderful. Uh, sensational, Elix."

I snuck out of the bedroom and dressed there, washed my face, and thought about what had just happened.

It was more painful than I expected, but more exciting, too. Did I regret what we’d done? No. Would I want it to happen again? Well, I was sure Lara would, and if I didn’t, it would happen again without me. Hell, I did want it to happen again. I was looking forward to it. Seeing Elix’s black cock fucking her was exciting and seeing his black skin against her pale skin tormenting, yet also electrifying.

Yes, I wanted it to happen again.