Edgars Next Owned Couple Ch 03

WARNING: This is a hardcore interracial cuckolding story, with bisexual elements. Typical of my writing focus. Please only proceed if you enjoy the genre. As always, negative comments will be deleted--feel free to invite me to your own story if you have a better one, with my thanks! :-)

ALSO: There's not a lot of recap here. Readers are encouraged to read the first two chapters first. ENJOY!!!

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So for any of you who may have lost track, I'm Harold. A fairly nondescript, good-looking, affluent, successful white married guy--who unfortunately has an ordinary little white dick (a thin five-incher). Like so many in this era--I'm in my mid-thirties--I'm obsessed with interracial (black man on white woman) porn and erotica. I've known for some time that our white friends Dan and Eden are into "the lifestyle"--interracial cuckolding, with a black alpha BBC bull, Master Edgar. A couple of days ago, over dinner, Dan and Eden revealed their lifestyle also to my wife, Sally--who's a tall gorgeous redhead, but pretty conservative and fairly naive.

The next day--just yesterday--Sally lay on me the bombshell news that she wants to give the lifestyle a try, too--that this coming Saturday (just five more days away now!) we are going to visit Dan and Eden at their apartment across town and meet Edgar for the first time. The plan is for him to take Sally black--and if all goes "well," to take Sally also to become black-only. Sally laid the news on me last night.

It was now Monday night. All day long, I had experienced involuntary erections on and off because I was so excited for Sally to go black. Damn, I am turned on to this fetish! Holy damn!

I'm home late after working some extra hours on a difficult project. Sally has gotten the kids to bed. She brought me a glass of wine--a thoughtful gesture she rarely makes the effort to do--so I knew that something else was up.

"Let's sit and chat some, Boo," my wife cooed at me. "Boy, it's been a long day!"

"Darn, I agree, Sally!" I responded. "This project is a lot of work right now!"

"I can tell it is, Harold! I'm proud of how hard you work for us!"

"Aw, thanks, Honey! I appreciate how hard you work for the family, too!"

Mutual appreciation out of the way, my beautiful wife quickly pivoted to what was on her mind. Sally is like that, typically pretty direct.

"So I exchanged a bunch of text messages with Eden today," she offered.

"Yeah... okay..." I contributed, since there wasn't anything much to respond to.

"I told her that we'd decided to move forward."

"You mean how 'you decided,' right?" I said accusingly--but with a playful tone.

"Fine! Fine, Boo! Fair enough," Sally replied. "Right... How 'I decided' but you agreed would be incredibly hot... Am I wrong?"

"Nah!" I responded. "As sad as it may be, Sally, you're 1,000% correct... I *do* think this will be incredibly hot!"

"Even if I go permanently black-only?" my wife asked.

"Frankly," I responded, "That will probably only make it more sublime... I haven't been able to think about anything else all day!! You're going to be such an incredibly sexy black-only slut!! Tell me though, Boo..." (You may have noticed we both use the same nickname for each other.) "Boo..." I continued, "Are you going to get black-bred as well?"

"I guess we should talk about that, shouldn't we?" my gorgeous redheaded wife replied.

"Well, yeah!" I rejoindered. "Of course we should! Another baby--or even more--would be a lot of responsibility... And while one black baby could easily be explained as an IVF mistake, two or more would definitely make people assume you'd become a black breeding slut--don't you think?"

"Unnnggghh!" Sally groaned, seemingly involuntarily. "Fuck!! It's such a turn on to think about becoming a black breeding slut-- and to think that all our friends, associates, family would know!! Fuck--that's so hot!"

"I agree!" I declared. "I must be a special kind of pervert, but I think that's really hot, too!"

"But you know what husband?" Sally continued. "Even if I just have one black baby... I don't really see myself pretending that it was IVF... No, I see myself owning up to it... At least with our friends and family--and I'm sure our work colleagues will find out about it, too... Yeah, I see letting the world know that I'd become a black breeding slut... Even if it were just for one time... But part of me has always wanted a bigger family... Maybe even a much bigger family!"

"I could see that, Sally! You're such a natural as a Mom! I've also sometimes thought that two or three more kids would be good for us... I've just been too shy to suggest it... but now..."

"What are you suggesting, Harold?" she asked. "Are you suggesting you might like me to become a serial black breeder?"

"Well..." I began sheepishly, noticing how my little dicklet was now rock hard in my pants. "It does seem to turn us both on... Doesn't it? I mean, my little dicklet is hard in my pants from this conversation... rock hard!! And you look excited, too, Boo!! Your nipples are 'out and proud'! You're flush! I think I'm starting to smell your pussy juices, too... Yup! I can smell your pussy juicing, too, Boo!"

"Aw, fuck!" Sally exclaimed. She didn't often f-bomb, as you may remember. "This is sooo hot!"

"I agree, Boo! Thankfully... I do quite agree!"

"You know what I think, Harold?"

"What, Boo?"

"I think we should let our new Master decide how much to breed me... Don't you think that would be most natural... and be the hottest?!"

"Aw, fuck! Sally! YES! I have to admit it... Yes!!"

"Good, then, husband!" my wife said. "It's settled... but then there's one other thing... I'm ovulating now... If we wait to get me blacked until Saturday, I won't be so fertile anymore... But... I'm thinking... What if we got started tonight? Wouldn't that be a turn on?"

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Are you saying what I think you're saying!"

"Oh, yes! I think I am!" Sally replied. "I most certainly am!"

"I mean, I always assumed Edgar would fuck you bareback... That's what you always hear about is that the black alpha bulls will never, EVER, ever wear a condom... But you're talking about leaving out your diaphragm, too... aren't you? You're talking about having 'repo' sex your very first night with Master Edgar, aren't you?! You're talking about going all the way to black breeding slut on your very, very first time getting blacked!?!"

"Yes, Husband!" Sally responded energetically. "One. Hun. Dred. Per. Cent... Ab. So. Fuck. Ing. Lute. Ly!!"

"Aw fuck!!!" I responded, with equal energy. "That's so fucking hot! You're such a slut! I had no idea that my wife was such a hardcore slut for BBC!! You must really be craving the lifestyle, hunh?!"

"Oh, yes, Boo!" my gorgeous wife rejoindered. "After seeing Master Edgar's gorgeous cock--and texting all day yesterday with Eden--and then today also with Sir Edgar--about how they're going to turn me into a black-only slut... I'm so fucking turned on!! I can't stand it... So, I'm so relieved you're really excited, too!! So relieved!!"

"Oh, yeah?" I interjected.

"Yes!!" Sally added. "Especially because Eden, and Dan-- and Master Edgar are actually going to come over in about half an hour!"

"Half an hour?! You fucking slut!" I yelled. "You've been gaming me this whole conversation?!"

"Yes, Husband, I have!! But what do you care? Look at how hard your little dicklet is in your pants? You're so incredibly turned on! I bet you're thrilled inside, aren't you? You're thrilled that I'm going to be blacked tonight instead of not until the weekend-- aren't you... you closet fag! Yeah... I'm onto you... I know that deep down inside you can't wait to 'pay homage' to BBC... I've had spyware on your laptop... I know your porn and erotica history... You can't wait to suck Master's cock when I occasionally need a break... You can't wait to lick it clean of our juices... I'm right, aren't I? Admit it! You can't wait to be gay for BBC! I can see you're leaking precum through your pants as I taunt you... You know how it is... The tiny little dicklet never lies!!"

My wife had me. She was a hundred and ten percent correct. I knew better than to fight it. Why bother, besides?

"Unnnnghhhhh!" I groaned--which served of course as an additional confession. "You're right, Boo! You're definitely right! But explain something to me... I'm really surprised about you! You went from conservative wife to ready-to-black-breed in just forty-eight hours! What the fuck?! How did it happen?"

"A fair question, husband! A fair question!" Sally responded. "It is rather surprising, the speed of my transformation, hunh?"

"Yes, Boo! Yes!" I exclaimed. "It's shockingly fast! What gives?"

"To tell you the truth, husband," my wife replied. "It's shocking to me, too! I'm not sure what single thing did it... Certainly hearing our friends attest up close and personal how much they love 'the lifestyle'... That stunned me and made me think... I mean, we're so much like Dan and Eden in so many ways! Our background... Our education... Our life choices... So it really made me think that since they seem so incredibly happy being slaves to an alpha BBC bull, we probably would, too... but it's more than that!"

"Go on!" I encouraged Sally.

"It's also all the communication I've had first with Eden starting yesterday and then with Master Edgar added today. "It just became clear to me that Master's gorgeous giant cock seems so likely to unlock a whole new universe of sexual gratification for me that I never thought possible--that I never before dared even dream of... I mean, you saw the photo of his incredible cock! Just thinking about that photo and his cock makes my pussy moist! And it activates you, too, Boo, I can tell! I could see the drool forming at the corner of your mouth when I showed it to you! And your boy nipples got hard enough for me to see, as well! Almost like you're a girl! Yeah... I could sense it... So the fact that you're so turned on, too... Well, that gives me permission to be fully turned on!"

"Unh-hunh," was all I interjected when Sally paused for a moment.

"So, this afternoon, when I let on that I'm ovulating in a chat with Master Edgar and Eden, and Eden suggested that I should let Master breed me right away... Oh, fuck!! It was just such a turn on!! I haven't been able to let go of the idea since I heard it! I became useless at work, even! I left early, claiming a headache, and went for a walk in the park-- and no matter what, I couldn't shake the mantra that kept repeating in my head. 'Get bred, bitch! Let Master breed you, bitch! Get black bred tonight! Get black bred right away!' It just went over and over and over in my head... Even now, I'm imagining Master's voice saying it in the background, urging me on! Urging *us* on!"

"Aw fuck!!" I responded. "That's so fucking hot!! Eden and Master Edgar have turned you into a black breeding slut just through talking, an image, and some text messages!!? Fuck!! That's so incredibly hot, Sally!! Shit!! Wow!! Thank god I'm really turned onto this, too!"

"I know!" my wife exclaimed in return. "What a massively helpful thing for our marriage that you're so turned on to me becoming black-only, black-owned, and black bred!"

"Wow! So in just a half hour, you could be getting bred with our third child? A *black* child?!"

"Yup! Sure looks that way, husband! And I'm so relieved that you'll be thinking of it as 'our' child--and not just 'Sally's.' Phew!! Yes--it'll be ours... But I did promise Master Edgar that if it's a boy, it will have his last name... I know it'll be humiliating for you... But you can live with it, right? I mean... I'm not going to keep my black breeding secret anyway, so..."

"Aw fuck!" I responded. "That would be *incredibly* humiliating, Boo! But hot-as-fuck also! Yeah... That makes sense! I don't think I'm in a position to fight it as the cucky, anyway, am I?"

"No, cucky! You definitely are not! Good job knowing your place, cucky!" Sally said.

"Can I ask another question... Uh... 'Mistress'?" I offered, sheepishly--floating the "mistress" title to my wife for the first time ever.

"Good job, cucky, starting to call me 'Mistress.' Good job. That'll be expected of you to call me 'Mistress' or 'Ma'am' or 'My Superior' whenever we're with Master Edgar... Good job getting started! Sure... You can ask a couple more questions. What else, cucky?"

"Do you know, Mistress... is Master Edgar going to let me suck his cock tonight, too? Will I get to worship him some as well?"

"Ha!! I *knew* that was on your mind-- you faggot! Ha!! Well... He hasn't decided yet, he told me... You'll just have to wait and see... But he did tell me that I should get you ready to be bossed around... and to be humiliated... Get used to the idea that he--and all of us--will be calling you derogatory terms, like 'faggot,' 'dipshit,' 'loser,' 'shrimp dick,' 'cucky,' or what ever else we might come up with... Get yourself prepared! And you--in turn--are not to speak unless spoken to... and are to refer to yourself in the third person, as though you're a thing... you'll say stuff like 'Cucky agrees' or 'faggot will do "XYZ"'... are you clear, faggot?"

"Yes, Mistress... faggot is clear."

"Good, faggot! Good!"

I was surprised, but it really turned me on in even more to be made to speak in this degrading, humiliating fashion, referring to myself as a "faggot"... and for my beloved Sally to refer to me as a "faggot" was a turn on as well.

Finally, I had permission for my submissive, gay side to be 'out'!

Not that I felt generally gay, no... but I was definitely lusty for big black cocks--especially Master Edgar's gorgeous, giant ebony phallus!

Just like had happened for my Sally, that picture of Sir Edgar's phallus had really activated me!

In my case, it was building on the eroticism of having already watched a *ton* of interracial porn--all of it centered on humongous, throbbing beautiful black cocks.

Now, with my wife about to be black bred, I could also be open with my lust for big black cocks, it sure seemed. Why not? Especially as it seemed my wife sure was expecting it. Surely, that meant Master and our friends were expecting it, too.

That was a serious relief and very, very exciting for me!

"Oh, shit!" Sally said. "Just five minutes now! Take off your pants, faggot! I want our friends to see your little erect dick as soon as they walk in the door. It'll amuse them! Take off your underwear, too! Leave your socks on... put your shoes back on so you look like a dork with your hard little dicklet showing! It will help everyone see that I've subjugated you already... It'll be hot for all of us! And it will help everyone see why I need big black cock-- after so many years of getting by with your thin little white dicklet. Yes, they'll see why getting blacked was such an easy decision for me! Get cracking!"

I didn't hear a question so I said nothing in reply. But I did immediately comply with my Sally's commands. I have to admit I was *incredibly* aroused. It was going to be both a complete embarrassment *and* an immense turn on to greet my two old friends, Dan and Eden, and also our new alpha BBC bull Edgar, with my hard little white dicklet showing.

Also because I'd always lusted after Eden, too... I loved the idea that she'd at least *see* my little dicklet, even if she'd unlikely ever touch it... It felt like I was going to get a measure of intimacy with her... And in my own perverted way, that was a turn-on, too!

Yes, I quickly complied with my mistress wife's orders to remove my pants and underwear and then put my shoes back on.

I looked ridiculous, with my little five-inch thin erection inflamed and dripping precum. All red and hard, and dripping. I would have preferred if my hardon subsided--but it didn't.

If anything, my feelings of humiliation and anticipation increased, made me *more* turned on, made my little dick stiffer--and to my immense shame, I dripped even more precum!

There will be no doubt in anyone's mind--that was for sure--that I was eager and willing to see my wife get black bred by our new Master.

Fuck!! So hot!! So incredibly hot!!

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