Black Marks 3 - Chapter 4

WES

“That should do us,” Sterling reaches across to the timer on the sauna wall and taps it with a thick finger, “We don’t want to overdo it.”

There’s a middle-aged man and woman in the sauna with us too now. I don’t even remember them coming in. I must have been in a daze after what he said.

A written agreement? A ‘contract’ for Amelia?

“I reckon we save the rest of the facilities for when the four of us come,” he says after gesturing me out of the sauna with him, “What do you say?” He looks up at the big white clock on the wall at the deep end of the pool. Those two women from earlier in the sauna are in the pool and the redhead smiles up at him.

“OK,” I nod and he seems confident Amelia can be persuaded to come here. I peer at a brunette with her hair tied back and who’s emerging poolside from the ladies’ changing room in a bikini. I can’t help but imagine how it would feel if my wife did agree to come here and Sterling saw her dressed similarly.

“I should get back home at a reasonable time for my good lady too,” he says and leads me back toward the men’s changing room, “We’ve barely seen one another all day. And you know how grouchy a wife can get if she feels ignored.”

In the changing rooms, I grab my towel from my locker. I’m still wondering whether Sterling’s generalization about the ‘grouchiness’ of women isn’t a bit rich coming from someone who prides himself on his sense of ‘equality’.

I checked the showers on the way to the wet area earlier. They’re private, not communal. So there’s no need for Sterling to see anything I don’t want him to see.

And yet, when I close myself in one of the booths, then yank down my pants and begin to soap myself under the warm water, that demented temptation to reveal how small my dick is compared to his creeps over me again.

How the hell can I even even think that?

Sterling’s familiar deep voice rings out from a nearby shower. He’s singing some song I’ve never heard before. The guy seemingly couldn’t care less how much his warbling might annoy other people.

Or maybe it’s just me that he irritates so much.

He can hold a tune though. Which is equally annoying.

When I’ve finished up - and the singing has too - I turn off the shower and wrap my towel around my waist. I head back out to the changing area with my damp shorts in my fist.

There’s a mini, top-loading tumble dryer on one of the walls for drying wet costumes and I stuff my trunks into it. Then as per the instructions on the wall above it, I hold the lid down and the machine starts automatically, with a loud grinding noise.

When I find my way back to my locker with my dried trunks, Sterling is already near his locker, standing in the buff and drying himself off.

“Good shower?” he asks, and that huge thick cock swings as he rubs one of his powerful, black thighs.

“Yeah great,” I nod and avert my eyes. My face burns as I turn my back and start to dry myself.

Someone else comes into the changing area who Sterling seems to know and the two of them chat about business, leaving me feeling more relieved about dressing, albeit with my back to our neighbor and his buddy.

A couple of minutes later, as I’m pulling up my shorts, the drying machine starts again and when I peer across at it Sterling is there in his underpants, palm rested on the lid of the dryer to hold it down.

He glances between my legs before my shorts are up and then his eyes rise and meet mine. A little smirk flashes across his face before it disappears.

My stomach drops.

I turn my back on him again and reach for my jeans from the locker.

He saw my dick. He knows how much bigger he is.

On the way home, Sterling and I chat some more and I half expect him to mention my ‘size’ in relation to his. But of course, he doesn’t. I feel like something may have changed between the pair of us though, even if I can’t quite put my finger on what.

He asks me about trade at the trailer business at the moment and in reply, I’m less than honest. I don’t want him to think I’m struggling. I change the subject to his Uni but soon regret that. Then on the freeway, after he’s finished a rant about ‘meritocracy’, I decide to bring Amelia up again with him. I still can’t process what he said about a ‘written agreement’.

“So you got the impression on Saturday that she enjoyed what you …what you did to her?” My cock twitches as I ask him and then watch his reaction.

“Oh yes,” he nods sagely and purses his lips, “All the signs are there with Amelia.”

“Signs?”

“She wants this very badly,” he glances across at me. “Submission. I saw similar in Vanessa when we were dating.”

I replay his phrases in my head.

“So did you date any, white girlfriends, you know, before you got together with Vanessa?”

Sterling lets out a heavy sigh. “My parents were, how shall we say? Keen for me to marry within my race. And as a younger man, I didn’t want to fall short of their expectations.”

“So you didn’t?”

“And then of course I met Vanessa, so it became a moot point anyway. But, over subsequent years she and I have frequently discussed the possibility of an involvement with a female like Amelia. Young and submissive. White.”

“She never dated any black guys before me and her,” I croak with a twitching cock and a thumping heart. I watch his reaction.

“I’d heard as much,” he nods.

Amelia must have told Vanessa that too. What else does he know about my wife’s younger life?

“There was one black boy she got quite close to,” I say, to try and test his knowledge. But my belly churns as I make the further confession to him about Amelia.

“Nice,” Sterling mutters, his eyes on the road.

“I think they would have dated,” I say, “but for her parents. Similar situation to yours I guess.”

“That taboo in her mind is helpful with her training,” Sterling glances my way.

“How?”

“Forbidden fruits,” he smiles, “And if temptation can’t be resisted, then the further need for, and acceptance of, punishment.”

I look dead ahead through the windscreen and into the night with my heart pounding as I consider his words.

“Let’s speak to the girls and aim for later this week at the spa, shall we?” Sterling says as we pull up outside our bungalow.

I nod my head and thank him for taking me again. Then I grab my holdall and say goodnight.

His Lexus rumbles away leaving me to make my way up our drive while wondering whether Amelia is back home yet, or still at his. Perversely I hope she’s at his. So they’ll have some time together before she returns.

Would Amelia even agree to go to the Spa with him and his wife though?

But why should it be a big deal for her? She’s obviously been in her swimming costume in front of other men when we’ve been away on holiday.

Yeah, but Sterling is no stranger, is he? He’s our neighbor. An older black man with a ‘thing’ for her. A man she admits she finds attractive. A man who’s already had her over his knee and fucking spanked her! In front of me.

My cock thickens as I reach our front door. Amelia barely dressed in front of someone like Sterling would be very different from any unknown man watching her on a sun lounger somewhere.

“Ames? I’m back,” I call into the house and kick my shoes off inside the door.

There’s no reply and my heart thumps fast.

Maybe Amelia is why Sterling seemed keen to get back home once he saw what time it was when we got out of the sauna. And why he didn’t want to show me around the rest of the wet area facilities there. He wanted to get back to his, in case Amelia was still there and before she left. So he could be with my wife again.

My dick hardens in my pants.

So he could try to verbally ‘train’ her some more.

I hurry to the bathroom wondering what Sterling might say to Amelia about our discussion tonight. Whether he’ll look at her when he talks and think about how big his cock is compared to this.

I nearly had to jack off at the spa washrooms after Sterling made that comment about wanting to get Amelia used to wearing fewer clothes in front of him. And when he mentioned ‘punishing’ her again.

I stroke my hard dick fast. Could it really be that easy? Get a married woman used to being half-dressed in front of a certain man, and she’ll become relaxed enough to do more of it?

But a swimming pool or sauna is totally different from running around another couple’s home in your underwear.

I don’t care. The image of Amelia doing just that, perhaps even ‘contracted’ to do so, and then to be spanked again - ‘punished’ by Sterling - fills every corner of my head and I thrash my dick through my fist.

“Hell, Amelia,” it takes me seconds. I stand astride the pan, first spurting, and then shaking.

It’s twenty-five to ten when Amelia finally returns. I had to jack off a second time while I was waiting. My imagination was running wild about what she might be doing at their home. Even if, in reality, I knew she’d only be talking.

But that guy has such plans for my wife. Am I really going to try and help him achieve them?

“Good night?” I ask and kiss her cheek in the kitchen. I run a palm over the smooth orb of her left buttock in her jeans and I imagine Sterling admiring her butt earlier too. Perhaps remembering how it shuddered when his palm cracked across it at the weekend.

“Yeah,” she smiles at me and when she slips her jacket off, her pale blue jumper matches her eyes and outlines her pert boobs, “Did you?”

I nod. I bet Sterling admired her tits tonight too.

“Have you eaten?” she asks.

“I had that soup you left for me in the fridge thanks. So how was it, seeing Sterling again after…,” I can’t wait to find out.

“A little awkward,” she says and looks down, “But he’s always quite good at putting you at ease, isn’t he?”

My face heats up. But at least she felt some awkwardness being with him again.

“Did he mention anything about the four of us going to the Spa this week?” Or am I expected to persuade her?

“Vanessa asked me when we were at book club,” Amelia says and then fills the kettle.

“What did you say?” my heart accelerates.

“I don’t know if we’ll have the time,” Amelia shrugs and turns to me, “We’ve still got more Christmas shopping to do, haven’t we?”

I might have had a few misgivings about the four of us at the Marks’ spa, but now the opportunity for this week might be slipping away, I want to do what Sterling suggested. I want my wife in a swimming costume in front of the older man.

“We could still do the mall another night, couldn’t we?” I say, “Or even on Sunday. The Spa’s a real nice place Ames,” I say, “You’d love somewhere like that. We went in the sauna tonight. I felt great after it.”

I hold my tongue about the conversations Sterling and I had, both in the sauna and the car. “There’s a couple of jacuzzis there too. Indoor and out. I didn’t get the chance to try those or the pool, so you and I could do that together.”

“I suppose we could do the mall on Thursday night and the Spa at the weekend?” Amelia shrugs.

She will go.

We take our drinks of tea into the living room and I turn on the TV. My head fizzes with other images though. The upcoming weekend where my little Amelia sits in the sauna with the big-cocked Sterling and his busty wife.

But there are questions in my head too. About Sterling’s suggestion of some kind of a wacky, ‘written’ fucking agreement. And whether to even mention that to Amelia.

“I was talking some more to Vanessa about what happened last weekend too,” Amelia says when she’s at my side on the sofa. Despite the tea, her mouth sounds dry.

“Right,” I say and lower the volume on the TV news. I gaze at her and hold my breath.

“You know, like you and I were talking about last night.”

“Sure,” I nod and look right into her baby-blue eyes to try to encourage her to continue. On one level though I’m anxious about what more she might have revealed to Sterling’s wife.

“You know that I,” she hesitates, “well, that we, were unsure where it could all lead. You know, between the four of us?”

“Right,” I repeat myself and cautiously.

“Like I told you last night, Vanessa thought last weekend was overwhelming too. But she said she felt the same when she and Sterling originally started doing the kinky stuff together. Overwhelmed.”

“Right,” I still can’t think of a different word. I need to know where this conversation is headed.

“She said we have to communicate. She always goes on about the importance of ‘communication’.”

“Who has to communicate?” My chest tightens, “You and Sterling?”

“All of us I think. Vanessa always says; ‘it’s only a game’, but that there are four of us playing.”

Is that what this is? A ‘Game’?

How would you feel Amelia, if you knew the ‘end game’ Sterling has in mind for you?

“Vanessa said she and Sterling drew up an agreement when they first started playing together.”

“An agreement?” She means ‘written contract’. Like Sterling said. My chest pulls ever tighter. Vanessa floated the idea to her as well.

“But I suppose it’s different when it’s only one couple communicating, isn’t it?” she peers at me.

“I guess,” I say. “What do you think she meant exactly by an ‘agreement’?”

I can’t believe she and I are even having a fucking conversation like this.

“I guess that we all just discuss everything upfront,” Amelia shrugs her shoulders and looks down at the mug in her hand.

“Did she give you any idea what sort of other things those two get up to?” And so what Sterling might like to do to you, Amelia?

“I know he ties her up sometimes,” Amelia takes a sip of her tea.

“Does she like that?” My mouth is dry now too.

Amelia nods.

“What about you?” I gaze at her and hardly dare wait for her response.

“With Sterling?” she peers at me over the rim of her mug.

I nod.

“I don’t know,” she looks down again, “Maybe if you were there,” she says, her voice timid.

Oh hell, Amelia.

“But if you weren’t,” she shakes her head, “then definitely not.”

My cock is a granite rod.

“No way would I want you doing anything like that without me there,” I say and it’s hard to swallow, “Doing anything with him if I wasn’t with you.”

Amelia gives me a big smile and leans over to kiss me. “I’m glad to hear it.”

The kiss and the phrase she said with it, come as a relief. Despite how hard I am and how much pre-cum I suspect I’ve leaked.

She’s been talking to his wife about the kind of S&M stuff he might want to do to Amelia.

“What else did Vanessa say they do together?”

Are we really only having this conversation and her entertaining the other couple because she believes it will make me happy? Because Vanessa stressed the importance of not neglecting my fantasies?

“I don’t know everything they do,” Amelia’s throat flushes and she shrugs her shoulders.

I might be wrong, but I get the impression she’s reluctant to say.

“I felt a bit awkward asking too much,” she shakes her head,  “I mean, I know he uses other things besides his hand on her.”

“To smack her?”

Amelia’s face flushes a bright red.

I want to ask her if she likes the thought of that too. But I’m not sure how keen I am on the concept of Sterling Marks beating my wife with something potentially more painful than the flat of his hand.

“That’s why I think we would need some sort of understanding,” Amelia says, “or ‘agreement’ about what could and what couldn’t be done. You know, if you wanted me to…”

Oh, hell, Amelia. You’d fucking do more with him, wouldn’t you?

“Yeah,” I nod hurriedly and gaze right at her.

What would she ‘agree’ to let Sterling do to her?

The thought of that smug bastard getting his way with my wife, it fucking sickens me. And yet as my relentless erection proves, it thrills me too.

“Let’s go to bed,” I whisper in her ear.

Amelia grins at me.

In our room, we rip at one another clothes and tumble to the bed. I want to tell her I saw Sterling’s huge cock again and I’m almost tempted to say he saw mine too and to emphasize how much bigger he is. I want to tell her too that he’s desperate to see her in her swimming costume and that there are terrible things I’m sure he wants to do to her with that awful huge black cock. But I don’t want to scare her and break this spell the other couple seem to have her in.

So I tread lightly.

“Mmm,” I moan in her ear and I’ve got her tits out, “Imagine if Sterling wants to do those same things to you Ames. If he wants to tie you up.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs and her body writhes against mine.

I suck her tits, my cock weeping pre-cum at the thought of Sterling’s desire for my wife and his excitement if he had her helpless in front of him. In front of me too and Vanessa. And once again, the thought of Sterling’s wife on hand to witness my wife’s domination makes me even harder.

“What if he wanted to spank me with something too though? Mmm,” She feels for my zipper and then she’s tugging at it, too rough and too eager to make much progress. I help her get it down and then we both yank her tight jeans over her hips too.

“Would you let him do that to you?” I push a hand into her white and already damp cotton panties and the sopping heat between her thighs. “Punish you harder?” Frenzied sexual fever battles with the horror of what I’m hearing.

“I don’t know,” she groans, “Uhh, would you want me to?”

“Maybe just to try it,” I moan and hold her gusset aside, then I stab my cock into her.

“Uhh yeah, uhh,” she gasps in my face, “If it was in an agreement, uhh, then I’d have to let him.”

Author's Notes

What do you think of Amelia's reaction to Sterling Mark's proposal and the further details she learned from Vanessa? How do you imagine this four way relationship will develop and may end up in this and the final book? Is Wes wise to still have misgivings?

It would be great to hear your thoughts in the comments below..

Next week, we're back with 'Lanie Comes Of Age' where it's a big night for Joe and Rachel. Along with some less experienced couples..

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