Thursday:
After Soloman had took ownership of my wife's pussy the night before, I had to admit to myself that some of what happened was uncomfortable for me...I was utterly bereft to be honest about the ease that she had allowed him to claim her as his and complied with his demands.
It disturbed me even more after she had confessed why she had wept...after much pleading by me. I mean, here was a woman who I had been with for over 25 years, the mother of my kids, but also a woman who had always been so dismissive of sex, occasionally bordering on frigid, and after sex with her first black man had not only willingly submitted herself entirely to his will, but was also having pangs of regret and remorse that she could not bear his child!! Openly admitting the thought of being impregnated by him was the most sensually erotic experience of her life.
Our boundaries, set only a few days ago before taking Jack inside her, now in danger of being blown wide open...and the chilling thing was she appeared not to care, she seemed utterly wanton in abandoning me in search of her greater discovery now.
All day Thursday she was like a junkie going through cold turkey...a sexual bundle of nervous energy, craving the next fix of her Masters dominance, his conquering member.
There was nothing I could do about it...I had set the beast free, I had been the one praying for cuckoldness, dreaming of it from being a teenager...suppressing my own urges much of my married life, until after that counselling session when my desires flowed free of me. My continued obsession, determined to liberate my wife of her sexual stupor. I should have been ecstatic...I had succeeded beyond all expectations...but I knew without doubt I had lost most of her yesterday. I had gone beyond cuckold almost instantaneously and was now more like a submissive to a dominatrix, forever dancing to her tune, and those of every bull she chose in future to accommodate her.
We sat mostly in awkward, uncomfortable silence for the rest of the day, and slept apart, making it easier to comply with Soloman's demands, removing temptation.
Friday:
The gate hinges creaked at exactly 0800. We did not know what Soloman had in mind (other than some serious fucking of my wife) and so we had both got up and dressed early, waiting for him.
He strode in to the bedroom through the same patio doors...tall, proud and cocksure of himself. He spoke to Trudy first. "Have you done as I told you? Did you stay away from his cock?"
"Yes"
"Yes what, bitch"
"Yes Master...my pussy is yours alone until we leave tomorrow, unless you command otherwise"
"Mmm...funny you mention that" he smirked. "I noticed you rented a car, do you drive, or does he have to do it?"
"No, I can drive myself"...
"Good, then he will stay here, we will go for a drive to see some friends of mine"...
To be fair to Trudy, she looked unsure about this, and glanced at me for support...telepathically trying to remind me of the rule that she should not fuck men on her own, that I had to be there.
I may have been sexually dominated, but I was still a man, and I still loved my wife. The part of my job to protect her and make sure she was safe was ingrained in me, and I was not about to watch her drive off in to the sunset with a guy she only screwed 2 days ago...Master and Servant or not.
So I squared up to him...looked him in the eye, and spoke very calmly but with a steeliness to my tone.
"Look Soloman, I accept that her cunt belongs to you until we leave...and I know and accept my place as a cuckold, but there is not a fucking chance of you taking her anywhere without me being there to protect her, to make sure she does not get hurt and forced to do things she does not want to do, just because you command it. It is not close to being a fucking option. Where she goes I go. End of".
I looked at her and was somewhat overwhelmed to see pride in her eyes. I still meant something to her. It gave me comfort.
Soloman took a step towards me and I braced myself for a confrontation...Trudy expecting the same, as she yelped..."Don't"...
We misunderstood. He took my hand and shook it. "Dan...it is Dan isn't it?"...I nodded..."Soloman respects you for protecting your woman...you are right to do so and are honourable, I like this. You will never see me again after today and you will be around for her always."
"Look, lets make a deal, the three of us. I promise you I would never have hurt her...I won't hurt her...you are welcome to come along with us, but I do have a surprise for her. I do want to push her boundaries, I do want her to experience more - but I swear to you and her, I will stop anything she is not comfortable with, or does not want to do...is this acceptable? Do you trust me?
We looked at each other, but the choice was hers really...she'd already made her mind up though and nodded her approval gently.
We got in to the car, Soloman directing us out of town, in to the rural area behind it and in to the mountains. We left the main road and entered a dirt track, leading in to a forest of trees, which came to an end about half a mile in. Completely isolated.
We walked on foot for a few hundred meters following the sound of cascading water and then stepped in to a clearing. It was beautiful. A large plunge pool of crystal clear water at the foot of a waterfall, about 20ft in height. Two young black men were swimming (obviously naked) in the pool, cooling off from the heat of the sun.
Soloman's intentions began to dawn on both of us at the same time...he wanted to share her with these men, to complete her transition in to a woman who worshipped only black cock in future. His legacy of our time together.