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"So, do you have any plans this weekend?"
That was the typical question Beckett's co-worker often asked at the end of the school week. They often shared their plans for the weekends and how they hoped to decompress from teaching all week. It was more of a general professionalism back and forth between the two teachers as they both understood the boundaries of work life and personal life.
Having that distinction worked in Beckett's favor, as he wasn't quite sure how to answer the question his female colleague was asking this time. Not because he didn't know what his plans were, but because the plans he and his wife had made were not their typical ones.
"Tess and I have a date night planned tonight, but I'm not sure about the rest of the weekend," Beckett answered, trying to be as vague as possible. "What about you?"
Sharon, the younger female teacher, shrugged before replying, "No date night for me, just going to catch up on cleaning and hang out with my dogs."
She was a single woman, who didn't entirely seem all that eager to be in the dating scene. Beckett sensed she was more involved in the life of being a good teacher and hanging out with the friends she had made at school than worrying about finding a man. He respected that.
"Anyways, I'm not getting out of here anytime soon. Got too many essays to grade. You have fun on your date night," Sharon said while turning back into her classroom.
"Yeah, I think we will, thanks. See you on Monday," Beckett replied, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading down the hallway.
As Beckett walked through the halls of the school, he was thankful Sharon hadn't asked any follow up questions about his date night. It wasn't because he didn't want to share, it was because he didn't really know. Tess, his wife, had made the plans, and they didn't entirely involve him.
The two of them had recently begun experimenting with a cuckold relationship and, in the past few weeks, found a bull that we were both comfortable with. His name was Xavier, but he went by X. He had asked Tess for a night out alone, and she immediately said yes. Tess set up everything before even informing Beckett about it.
Beckett was caught off guard a little when his wife presented the plan to him, but it didn't take long for him to get wholly aroused by the idea of Tess out on the town with her bull. Beckett was not given further information besides the time and date for their night out.
As Beckett drove home, he mind wandered with the endless possibilities his wife and X could get into later that night. Of course, most of his thoughts were centered around Tess and X having passionate sex. His typical twenty minute drive home flew by, and he was soon pulling into the driveway of their home.
Tess had texted Beckett earlier in the day to inform him that she would be out at the salon getting her hair done for the date. So he knew that she wouldn't be home when he arrived, which meant he had even more time to contemplate all the different scenarios of his wife's coming night out.
It was a few hours later when Beckett heard the sound of the garage door opening, and it shook him from his thoughts. He stood to greet as she walked into the house, and upon walking through the door, Beckett's jaw dropped open.
Tess's usual short-brown hair was now platinum blonde and cut to a more edgy hairstyle, shaved on one side and flipped up and over the other. "Do you like it," Tess asked?
Shaking himself out of the initial shock, Beckett replied, "Yeah, you look great. It's new, but you look amazing."
"Thank you. It was X's idea, but I love it," the newly blonde wife said. She leaned in and kissed her husband quickly before adding, "Now I need to get cleaned up and dressed. X said he is picking me up at seven."
As Tess turned to walk towards their bedroom, Beckett noticed the package she held under her arm and inquired about it. "What's in the package?"
"It's the outfit X ordered for me to wear tonight. I have no idea what's inside, but I'm sure it's something sexy," Tess answered.
Endless possibilities again began to roll through Beckett's brain as he replied, "I'm sure it will be. Enjoy your shower. I'll just go back to watching TV."
Tess, bubbling with excitement, pranced towards the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl, and Beckett could already feel the stirrings of his own arousal. Knowing that she had changed her whole hairstyle per X's request reminded Beckett of how much more demanding their bull had become in recent weeks.
Slowly, with each meet-up, X had started becoming more authoritative with the couple. He began referring to each of them by more derogatory names rather than their real names. X would call Tess; bitch, whore, slut, or even cunt, each of which Tess responded to positively in the moments. She even began accepting X using those terms when referring to her in their communications outside of sex.
During the time when Beckett was present, which had recently become less and less, X began calling him; cuck, cucky, and bitch-boy. The desired effect was evident, as he became seen by both as the alpha of the relationship. Beckett didn't mind the changing dynamic, as it became apparent that the sexual humiliation of their cuckold relationship is what got him off. Furthermore, Tess thoroughly enjoyed freely giving herself over sexually to a powerful and dominant man.
X fit the bill perfectly. He stands at just under six foot three inches tall, and though Beckett is taller, X's muscular build puts Beckett to shame. X was a former college football player and has kept himself in shape since.
Speaking of which, X isn't that far removed from college as he is in his late twenties and nearly a decade younger than the married couple. That was another draw for Tess towards X. Having the attention, and sexual interest of a younger man made her feel more confident and sexy.
The other thing that drew the couple to X was that he was black. The underlying social stigma of a white wife being sexually promiscuous with a black man was undoubtedly exciting. They had often talked about Tess taking a black lover and how naughty it would look to see her holding a thick black cock in her white hand or taking it in her pussy.
So X ticked all their boxes and was now ticking ones they didn't even know they wanted.
Tess had taken her time showering and getting herself ready. It wasn't until five till seven that she finished, and walked out to show off to Beckett. Again, his jaw dropped in awe at the vision that stood before him. Tess was wearing a skin-tight white dress. The hem of her dress only barely went past her ass, and as Beckett looked closer, he noticed the dress was also somewhat sheer. It had a mesh-like quality about it, with tiny pinholes throughout the entirety of the fabric. The effect resembled a privacy screen, where you couldn't really see through but got a sense of what was underneath.
The obvious sense being given by the dress was that Tess wasn't wearing anything under the dress. On her feet, she paired the dress with strappy red heels and looked stunning.
Breaking Beckett out of his drooling daze, Tess asked, "Well, what do you think now that I'm all dressed up? Is the dress too risque?"
Beckett blew a wolf whistle before replying, "You look absolutely gorgeous. The dress is so sexy and just the right amount of naughty."
