'Black Marks 3' - Chapter Three

WES

Tuesday at home after work and the trailer pitch at the industrial estate today was worryingly quiet. I still keep having to remind myself, that this is my first pre-Christmas period with the business. Like Amelia said before she went off to her book club tonight, a drop-off in trade for December might be typical. We just don’t know. There seems to be as much traffic going backward and forward to the offices and factories there. Maybe everyone is preoccupied with rushing to get business affairs finished before the holiday season, or last-minute Christmas shopping, or whatever.

Then again, maybe it’s just the weather putting people off stopping by.

Whatever the reason, the lack of customers left me a lot of time to think about Amelia, Sterling, and Vanessa. And to do that ‘thinking’ both inside the trailer and around the back of it.

In our bedroom, I check the time on my phone. Sterling should be here any minute. When I texted him to say I’d go to his gym with him again tonight, I offered to drive. Because he took us the last time. But he insisted on doing it again. He said he’s a ‘lousy passenger’ and that his electric Lexus is cheaper on fuel than my petrol motor. As well as ‘ better for the planet’ of course.

He can be an asshole, but what the hell? I guess it means I save the cost of petrol.

I tuck my swimming shorts into a holdall and wonder how Amelia is getting on with Vanessa tonight. Whether, on the way to the club, they got into greater detail about last weekend’s events. Whether Amelia will be horny again when she gets back tonight. Or concerned, because she’s heard more from Vanessa about just how ‘jealous’ last Saturday night made Sterling’s wife.

The woman’s feelings about her husband are probably as conflicted and confused as mine are about Amelia.

I wonder if Vanessa finds it as hard as I do not to mention her worries to her partner. If she tries to keep him focused on his pleasure and not make him think twice about Amelia.

I check the time yet again. I’m nervous about going into the ‘wet area’ of the spa with him this time. A swimming pool or sauna alongside a man of his build. I should be able to prevent him from seeing me naked when we get changed though. I’ll just keep the towel around me to keep things more private. Or keep my back to him.

But even as I reconsider a scene that I’ve replayed through my head several times already today, another option suggests itself. And I don’t know where it comes from. It’s nuts.

As much as I don’t want someone as full of himself as Sterling to know how well-endowed he is compared to me, the possibility of letting him see exactly that makes me shiver. With a sick excitement.

Hell, his confidence with Amelia would likely go through the roof. His mind would race with triumphant images of how my wife would react if he one day progressed her ‘training’ to something sexual. If she too was introduced to the size comparison.

My dick thickens in my pants and I feel it.

But still too, I can’t believe I can get off on the idea of Amelia with a man like him. If it wasn’t for how she seems attracted by his whole so-called ‘dominant’ personality, and if it wasn’t for his obvious attraction to her, and her friendship with his wife, then I’d go out of my way to steer clear of the man. He can be such an arrogant prick.

And yet when I’m turned on, even that excites me.

How? Why?

A car horn blasts outside and I reach for my holdall.

I head outside to where snow is softly falling on part-melted sludge that’s already on the ground.

“Greetings Mr. Fairchild,” he grins when I get in.

“Hi.”

“It’s starting to make a nice weekly jaunt this, isn’t it?” he says above some talk radio station as we pull away, “Better than sitting at home all night in front of a screen.”

“Yeah right,” I nod but can’t imagine him ever entertaining himself with YouTube videos while his wife is out. More likely the ‘National Geographic’ or ‘History’ channels on TV. ‘BBC World News’ or something like ‘Bloomberg maybe.’

“Good to have someone with common interests to work out with as well,” he says and glances at me from the wheel.

Is my Amelia that ‘common interest’?

“I don’t think I’m much competition in the gym,” I say, still smarting a little from my lame attempt last time and from throwing up after it.

“You only just got started,” he says and indicates to turn left, “And it’s not about competing. It’s all about mutual encouragement and development.”

“Right,” I nod as if I understand (and as if I agree) and I glance back at him.

“How did you enjoy last Saturday night?” he asks when for a moment, his eyes meet mine.

“Yeah,” I clear my throat. I’m not sure exactly what to say, but at least this time he’s brought the subject up early. He hardly spoke about her on the way to his gym last time.

“I can’t tell you how much I did,” he shakes his head as we overtake a wagon and then he peers across at me again, “Your wife is an incredible beauty.”

“Thanks,” excitement chokes off any hope of a full sentence.

“And as for that little white derrière,” Sterling whistles, “Holy moly.”

“You liked it?” my pounding heart feels like it will burst through my hoodie.

“It’s perfect,” he exhales.

“Vanessa has a great figure too though,” I croak, and the intensity of the conversation forces me to try and turn the attention off my wife.

“She does,” he nods, “But a fuller one than Amelia’s tight little body.”

My stomach churns with the jealous thrill of this big black guy’s words about my wife. And he’s telling me to my face!

“What’s your take on how she’s been feeling since?” he asks at a junction and lowers the volume of the radio, “I know she was anxious after the previous time.”

“Better yeah,” I say and part of me is desperate to tell him she got excited talking about it in bed last night. “We had quite a long chat about it last night.”

“You did? What did Amelia say?”

“She enjoyed the night. But it brought up a lot of confused feelings. For me too if I’m honest.” The confession about myself comes out unplanned.

“It will do that,” he nods with that ‘all-knowing’ hint of a smile on his thick lips. And now we’re on the short stretch of freeway. “But I could see she enjoyed herself Saturday too,” he smiles to himself and gazes at the road.

“She felt scared though,” I say to try and unsettle his apparent and irritating confidence about her, but this time I steer clear of any reference to my own feelings, “insecure too.”

“Which is why you need to keep encouraging her,” he nods, “You have to tell her how well she’s doing. How much you love her for it all.”

“I do.”

“As I do with my wife too while she also encourages Amelia,” he looks across again and smiles.

He’s got it all planned out.

“Amelia says Vanessa found some of last weekend difficult as well,” I say to try and deflate his arrogance. Despite my growing excitement.

“I think, as we said at yours last weekend,” Sterling nods, “a cuckquean and a cuckold - even a ‘wanna-be’ cuck - you’re both susceptible to bouts of jealousy. Despite your desires.”

“You’re not wrong about that,” I say under my breath and peer out of my window.

“Did your jealousy come up in your discussion with Amelia last night?” he asks as we leave the freeway again.

“When Amelia told me Vanessa felt that way,” I shrug, “she wanted to know if I’d been jealous when you…when you put your hands on… She seemed to want me to have been jealous too. At least on some level.”

“Again, that’s to be expected,” he nods and swings his Lexus onto the parking lot of the Fasebury Hotel.

I peer across at his ‘knowing’ face.

“And were you jealous?” he asks.

“In some ways,” I nod.

“Don’t worry,” he says as he finds a parking spot between a dark BMW and a white SUV, “You did well not to express anything like that in front of your wife on the night. We don’t want her getting mixed messages. We want her focused.”

‘Focused’? On him?

My heart beats so fast and so hard that surely a gym workout could be dangerous.

“Just remember," Stelring says, "Jealousy will come up for you periodically,” he nods with that familiar infuriating certainty, “As it does for Vanessa. But when that happens, you’re better off speaking to me about it. Rather than Amelia.”

His words and attitude annoy the hell out of me, and yet they make my groin pulsate too.

“You concentrate on how much you want this,” he says and switches the engine off. “The same way as I am.”

The gym is a lot busier than on our last visit and even though I suggest to Sterling that I remember enough to be able to handle the exercise machines myself, he insists on instructing me like he did on my last visit.

He pushes me hard again and around twenty minutes in I excuse myself for the men’s room.

Inside a toilet there I throw up like the first time. But determined not to wimp out, I wipe myself down and head back out to continue.

And with the contents of my stomach emptied I manage surprisingly well.

We both retire to the changing rooms some thirty long minutes later. And with me doubting my physical ability to even get out of bed in the morning.

As I strip off, I position myself so that there are two other guys changing between me and Sterling and I slip unseen by him into my swimming trunks.

He’s ready before me though and tells me he’ll see me in the pool.

I nod my head and take a pee before following him out to the wet area.

The glimmering aqua blue pool isn’t what I expect. Not in a swanky place like this. It’s a simple long, rectangular shape, like a municipal pool. But Sterling is already performing energetic lengths up and down it.

No way I’m trying to compete with that. Not after what I’ve been through in that fucking gym.

I stand at the side of the pool until I catch his eye and then I gesture toward the wood door of a sauna down the far end of the pool. To tell him that’s where I’ll be.

On the way down there though, I almost slip to my ass on the wet tiles but just about recover to stay on my feet.

Inside the sauna itself is a couple of women maybe Vanessa’s age in swimming costumes and they’re chatting with one another on a low bench. One is quite attractive. A redhead in a green bikini. I sit without acknowledging either of them. Coals glow a soft orange color on a heater across the other side of the small, wooden room, along with a wooden bucket and upright ladle. An older guy with a beer gut joins us a minute or so later and makes me feel a whole lot better about my own physique. He exchanges nods with one of the women.

I sit and bake for several minutes while sand trickles from the top to the bottom of a small glass timer on the wooden wall to my left. I re-run the conversation Sterling and I had on the way here. And the self-assuredness he seems to have about my wife.

Exactly how does he expect to progress things with Amelia? What’s his ideal end goal? Shouldn’t I know all that before allowing things to continue?

The women are leaving just as Sterling joins me and he holds the door open for the pair of them, his broad black body dripping water.

“I hope it wasn’t anything I said?” he smiles at the pair of them and they both laugh.

A couple of minutes later, the other guy announces he’s ‘done’ and leaves me and Sterling alone in the sauna.

“This is what we need next,” Sterling reaches for the ladle from the bucket and then tips some water over the burning coals. The water hizzes and sizzles and a huge wave of heat smacks me in the face. I lower my head and stare at my feet, with a new layer of hot sweat soaking my brow and chest.

“What do you mean?” I ask and slowly raise my head again to look at him.

“We get Amelia here,” he says, alongside me on the lower bench, “To start making her comfortable wearing less clothes in front of me.”

Oh, hell.

“It should all help her relax,” he says, with sweat droplets glistening on his well-defined, dark skin, “Part of the process of opening her up.”

That last phrase prickles my balls in my trunks.

“Training,” he nods and peers out through the small window in the sauna door and toward the pool before continuing.

It’s that word again. But when he uses it about my wife, it does strange things to me.

“What better place for that than here?” he shrugs, “The four of us spending time in luxury together. Then once she’s been down to a swimsuit - or better yet a real high-cut bikini in front of me - it will take some of the edge off my future suggestions. And help her associate being at least partially stripped in my presence.”

If he keeps talking that way I won’t be able to hide my hard-on.

I take a deep breath to try and steady myself. But the mental image of Amelia wearing so little in front of this older man who openly wants her so much, and hell, who spanked her in front of me, it’s doing shocking things to me. Tossing my guts around even as it messes with my heart.

“You mention the ‘future’,” I manage to blabber out the phrase and repeat a word he used, “I know Amelia is wondering what’s likely to happen in the future. If we were to carry on. Me too, really.”

“Perfectly understandable,” he nods, “Vanessa had the same concerns when she and I were starting down the path of our original S&M play. And she’s said the same about this new involvement. With the four of us.”

At least he understands. He’s not trying to push faster than we can go.

“I know it can all seem a little overwhelming,” he says and ladles yet more water on the coals.

I lower my head again and try not to inhale too heavily.

It’s too hot in here now.

“Once the wheels of training are in motion,” he says over the hissing steam, “as they are now. So that’s where a written contract can be helpful,” he says and sets the ladle down in the bucket again.

“A what?” 

“A mutual written agreement to alleviate potential concerns ahead of time,” he shrugs those giant shoulders and shakes sweat from his brow. He sits right back and dark eyes study me. “We set roles and expectations. You might want to think of it as a roadmap for our BDSM journey together. Vanessa and I drew up something similar for our own relationship early on. To let us define our S&M limits, before we explored each of them.”

Is he serious? Bind Amelia - and me presumably too - with some sort of kinky S&M contract?”

Author's Notes

What do you think of Sterling's latest proposals? And how should Wes react to them? What about Amelia's visit to the book club with Vanessa that same night? Maybe the other woman will have something to say to Wes's wife about those same suggestions..

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

Next week, in the final of these early Black Marks 3 chapter, Wes and Amelia are reunited after their separate evenings out.

And Wes is in for a shock..

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