I was a willing cuckold now. Not only had Chet fucked my wife almost all night long; I had cleaned up her pussy each time he had cum in her. When we awoke, I expected all of us to be satiated and ready to return home. For me, it was a mixture of exhaustion and nervous energy. It was a strange feeling. If I expected to have any regrets, Chet and Meredith certainly did not. I was man enough to take responsibility for the whole chain of events leading up to that weekend. I should have foreseen that the erotic games had a certain progression. Once we had opened Pandora's Box, the lid was off forever. Now, everything was bare. I had discovered that my beautiful blonde wife not only liked big cocks, but it appeared that she favored black cock as well.
Chet spent the day with us as if we were old family or close friends. He was a real person first and a black bull certainly. We preferred the term 'friend'. He had mentioned taking us to a special club in town. It was plain that the white cuckold theme was prevalent in part of the population. We already knew that there were couples who engaged in this activity specifically. What did surprise us was the out-front network available. If a couple wanted to find a black man to fuck the wife, there was no shortage of candidates available.
We arrived at the club around eight. Chet explained that in the types of clubs, the mating dances were conspicuously short. If black men fashioned a particular white woman, or couple, the approach was very direct and very clear. A yes or no ended the conversation part of the romance. It seemed that there was a couple of back rooms that were available if the hook up was to be short and to the point.
Meredith was a little overdressed for the club. She stood out anyway, but a short red dress with a plunging neckline was just the dressing that attracted every eye in the place. Underneath she wore a red thong. We ordered drinks and took a table. The fact that we were already with a big handsome black man put a little damper on the courting approach. Chet said that if he were not with us, the men would be fighting over Meredith. Even at that, some guys took a chance and came to our table and directly asked Meredith to dance. It was cute how she looked first at Chet and then at me for permission. She danced with a few men and generally they assumed she was 'taken' so most of them chose to mix and find a more available lady.
After a while a big black man approached our table. He introduced himself as Jerome. He owned the club and was on the premises most of the time, he said. He was of medium brown complexion, about
6'-3" weighing over 300 lbs. He welcomed us to the club and thanked Chet for bringing us. We noticed that it was not like Chet was an employee, but he certainly knew his way around. After Jerome moved on to other tables, Chet told us a little about Jerome's background. While well over sixty years old, now, Jerome had been a pro football player when he was young. He had a bad leg injury his second year in pro ball and was washed up. He still walked with a slight limp. After pro ball, he got a job in public relations with the club and worked for twenty years. During that time, Jerome was around the typical camp followers, groupies, and had many experiences with white women. It did not hurt that word got around that he was shall we say, 'well-endowed'. Even after he quit playing he was very much in demand. It seems that all black athletes are not hung like the prevailing stereotype black man and Jerome picked up where some of the guys left off.
After a few years in the business end of the game, Jerome became more acquainted with the whole spectrum of people in and around the sport. He was thirty, big, chiseled, black and had a very big cock. In the inner circles of advertisers, supporters and hangers on, Chet became a legend with the rich white women. Married women especially enjoyed his charms. He was not really attracted to rich fifty year old white women, but they were especially attracted to him. Young and single with white pussy chasing him, he was a very gifted man. He was well paid by the club, but he really took off when the husbands of some of the white women he had fucked started getting him invested in local real estate. He was a natural. He quit public relations and started his own business buying empty lots which later turned into industrial complexes, housing sub-divisions, small businesses and just about everything else. He had turned a busted football career into a handsome living. And still he was able to keep up finding and fucking beautiful white women. He became a millionaire many times over. He did try to settle down with a gorgeous white woman, but the marriage was doomed to fail. While she loved his big cock, it seemed that every other rich white woman loved it too. He was unable to become monogamous and they divorced.
With his real estate holdings bringing him a large steady income, Jerome was free to pursue other luxuries and hobbies. He decided to expand on what he knew about some white couples and other white women who just had that particular itch to scratch. He opened his club. At first he brought in local entertainment and later some well know personalities to perform. Once he got the club on the map, he began catering to some of his white 'friends' and their 'friends'. It took off. The interracial mix was attractive to businessmen as well as athletes. A casual observer might just assume that it was a successful business that mirrored the ethnicity of the entire city. It was great for Jerome when seen in that way. He even had local journalists show up and report that the club was a unique blending of the diverse local cultures.
The publicity was successful. Jerome kept a very close eye on the clientele, both black and white. He made sure that no fringe people felt welcome regardless of what color they were. The place remained upscale and attracted a more upscale crowd. If anyone got too rowdy or tried to threaten the atmosphere of the club, Jerome had some very large bouncers who took care of it.
Chet said that he had happened onto Jerome's place early on when he found it enjoyable to cater to beautiful, successful white women or couples. It had an unofficial network and many unattached black men heard of the underlying theme of the club. Drinks were expensive. There was a cover charge to keep the riff raff out. Generally people who showed up here were looking for more than a pleasant evening. Jerome kept drug users out as much as possible. You might whiff a joint or two in the restrooms or back rooms, but no dealing or outward drug use was permitted. The place was clean. The white women were beautiful. The cuckolds were mostly successful people. The black men were said to be well hung, otherwise Jerome would not allow them to hang out. As soon as one white lady complained to Jerome about a guy's 'equipment', Jerome would invite him to find another place to hang out. He didn't want to be seen as a pimp, but he knew that gifts and donations were integral to his ongoing business. And it just so happens that plenty of the clientele who hung out there regularly paid the waitresses and bartenders very well. It worked and Jerome kept the place in style.
We were pretty amazed that a club with this clientele could be as successful. It seems that Jerome didn't care about profits; he just wanted to break even and provide a safe place for people to come and live out their fantasies.
As Chet described the place to us, he mentioned that even though he would love to become a permanent fixture in our marriage, it was not very often that it happened. We agreed that the novelty and somewhat random hook-up fit better into everyone's life. We could see that for couples who enjoyed the lifestyle regularly would find willing and available men at Jerome's' club. We got the picture and noted that if we got the sudden urge one weekend, we could travel a few hours and have our pick of the club. I imagined that if Chet was not there, Meredith could have any man or group of men she wanted. These men, being in the lifestyle, were probably open to just about any variation that women and couples wanted. Chet had described how some of the cuckolds would suck cock, even. I could not see that happening, but it was for sure that we were fully satisfied with our first encounter.
A friend of Chet's stopped by. Archie was a very big black man. About 6'-5". He was muscled and had a little fat like a forty year old retired athlete. He was very pleased to meet us. Especially Meredith. You could see lust in his eyes as he enjoyed every curve and bulge she had. Chet smiled and knew exactly what Archie had in mind.
