Black Marks 3 - Chapter One

WES

The traffic ahead slows again in the snow. This time, for an upcoming junction. I peer into the night to my right and a brightly lit store window. There’s a twinkling Christmas tree in a furniture store. It’s draped with thick red and silver tinsel and fake white snow, scattered over what I’m guessing are fake gifts.

I look back at the road and the traffic ahead. It’s scary how even such a vivid scene as the one in that shop window can be blotted so easily from my mind’s eye by what happened at the weekend.

But what husband could dim the mental image of his wife over the knee of an older black man? Who could tame the memories of Amelia being marched up and down her own living room by another couple?

My stomach drops again. But something shifts between my legs too and I ease a hand down there under the steering wheel. Customers were far and few between at the trailer today. Which in some ways was just as well. I had to creep out behind the back of the trailer three times to relieve myself.

Despite the weather.

I glance at the traffic as it inches forward but then stops yet again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve done this since his message came through, but I pick up my phone and swipe to Sterling’s text message again.

‘Hey, I was planning to get across to you today but couldn’t make it. You game for Gym again tomorrow while girls out? Bring trunks too and can use wet side at spa? S’

I still haven’t replied. I don’t know if I’m going. It looks like he’s trying to establish the gym visits as a regular weekly event for him and me. Probably thinks he can ‘train’ me too. In how to deliver my wife to him.

My gut and lower region twitch again. Even though Sterling’s arrogance and his attempt at manipulation irritate the hell out of me too.

And even if I did go with him to his spa club again, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to get changed in front of a man who’s endowed like him. Or even be in a swimming pool alongside such a well-built guy.

I’m not sure how to feel about him following up so fast on the weekend either. Surely it means he’s keen for more of Amelia? Or at least the wants to make sure I’m OK about what happened on Saturday. He knows Amelia found it difficult after that first time at theirs and the maid’s outfits.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm myself.

The weird thing is, that this time, after what happened last weekend, it seems like it’s me who’s more upset than Amelia.

Or at least she hasn’t admitted to being upset this time.

The traffic moves forward in a couple of quick spurts and then I’m at the head of the line. I indicate left and after waiting for several cars to pass, I slip my motor out for the final stretch to home.

When she’s alone, Amelia could be every bit as affected by last weekend as me. I mean, I haven’t told her exactly how I feel, have I? I’m still doing what Sterling suggested. Not displaying my mixed emotions. Because he said that would only confuse her. And that does make sense. So I’ve kept encouraging her. Kept telling her only how hot it all was. Even how beautiful she looked that night and how proud I am of her. Some of which might seem odd things to say, given what she let that guy do to her.

But she and I have had a lot of sex these last forty-eight hours or so.

I cross a roundabout which is still thick with snow and then make a right into our estate.

A few of the bigger properties are covered outside with Christmas lights and decorations. We haven’t gone for it to that degree. We don’t have the space at ours. And even if we did, the expense wouldn’t make any sense. Not until the coffee business takes off a little more. And it’s been especially quiet this month so far.

I pull onto our street and as I approach our little bungalow with the small string of white lights wrapped around the tree out front, I spot two familiar shapes leaving our drive.

Vanessa, pulled along by little Coco on his leash.

She’s been to ours. To find out how Amelia feels about what Sterling did to her? Is this part of their strategic double act to manipulate both of us?

Vanessa waves and grins at me then she gestures at the snow that’s started to fall again. And even little Coco’s white fur looks dull in my headlamps compared to the color of our lawn.

“Hi Wesley,” Vanessa calls over her shoulder when I’m out of the car. She waves again as she walks back toward hers. “I can never get Coco past your house,” she yells, and somehow the snow makes her voice sound kind of flat, “He always wants a cuddle from your wife.”

She’s acting like nothing untoward at all happened at the weekend.

I wave back but can’t help wondering whether her husband is every bit as drawn to Amelia as the dog appears to be.

“Ames? I’m home,” I call without looking when I’m in through the front door where it’s warm. I toss my keys into the drawer above the shoe rack there.

“Hey,” Amelia shouts back from the living room area but I can’t see her on the sofa. The kitchen light away to my left is on, and there’s a smell of something spicy cooking there which makes my stomach rumble.

I hang up my coat and then pass our little dining table on my left on my way to find Amelia.

She’s knelt on the floor alongside the TV, adding a gold bauble to a branch near the bottom of our little Christmas tree. Her butt always looks so good in tight jeans.

“Vanessa brought this round,” she says over her shoulder and she weighs the bauble in her upturned palm, like it’s a big piece of ripe fruit, “It’s got the year on it and a baby reindeer. Isn’t it the cutest?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I shrug, but my focus is split between the bare flesh of her little feet, her ankles, and a sliver of her skin that separates the top of her jeans from her jumper. Seeing Vanessa again doesn’t seem to have bothered my wife any.

“How come she brought it around for us?” I ask but my eyes now rest on a round backside that’s been spanked by another man.

My heart races.

“She bought a pack of two and only needed one. She thought we’d like the other,” Amelia shrugs, and then with the bauble fully fastened to the green branch she climbs to her bare feet and comes to kiss me.

“Mmm,” I missed you today,” I say and hug her warm body. I move her strawberry blonde hair away from her face and kiss her again. The wool of her cream jumper is soft and fluffy but her boobs as lovely and firm as ever when they crush against me.

“That’s nice to know,” she peers at me with those big, baby-blue eyes.

“Are you and her going to book club tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, she came to check on that too,” Amelia says. “And I better check on the dinner.”

“Sterling texted me about the gym,” I say and follow the wiggle of her pert butt.

“Oh, right,” she says but she doesn’t look back.

In the kitchen, she stirs something in the pan.

Is she deliberately avoiding eye contact because I mentioned Sterling’s name?

“Did Vanessa say anything about last weekend?”

“Just asked me how I was after it,” Amelia shrugs again from the stove, and then she does glance at me. “She said how much fun it was to do that with me and you,” her cheeks flush as she continues to stir. “Much better than when it’s just her and Sterling.”

How much of Vanessa’s enjoyment was because my wife shared the ‘responsibility’ of keeping Sterling ‘happy’?

“What did you tell her?” I ask and open the fridge for a beer, and to try to act calm, “When she asked how you were feeling about it.”

“I said I was muddled.”

She hasn’t admitted that to me.

“Muddled, in what way?” I lean against the wall and try not to frown or stare too hard. My stomach has dropped again.

“A lot of emotions came up, I guess,” Amelia shrugs and then she too goes to the fridge.

“When? What?”

“During. And after.”

“What emotions?”

“But Vanessa said she was the same,” Amelia shrugs.

“Her thinking got ‘muddled’ too?”

“She said she felt different intense emotions at the time. And over the last two days,” Amelia plucks an opened bottle of white wine from the fridge and pours herself a glass.

“Like what?”

Did they both get anxious, as well as turned on? Like me? But what would Vanessa be anxious about?

“She said she was jealous,” Amelia sips her wine.

“But I thought she liked the idea of..?”

“She did. I mean, she does,” Amelia says from behind her glass, “She said she enjoyed watching me with…. But it made her insecure as well. She said that was natural though. I told her it was the same for me.”

“You got jealous?” Now it’s me who’s confused.

“Insecure,” Amelia rolls her eyes but she laughs, even though her cheeks remain flushed.

“What were you insecure about?”

“What do you think, Wes? Another man saw my bottom.”

He did more than just ‘see’ it, Amelia.

My dick thickens in my pants. Both at her words, and the memory.

“You know how I feel about my body,” she shakes her head and then sips her wine.

I’m pretty sure I know how Sterling feels about it too.

“Yeah, and your lack of confidence is crazy,” I shake my head and smile at her, “You’re such a gorgeous shape. All my buddies are jealous of me.”

“Hmmm, well their wives weren’t the ones laying across a neighbor’s knee,” she says and turns back to the pan.

“And how hot was that, though?” I ask and move up close against her back. Somehow her re-stated lack of confidence about her figure reduces my anxiety.

“Didn’t you get at all jealous too Wes?” she turns to me again and blue eyes peer up at me.

What does she want me to say? Do I admit it, and possibly risk her deciding to stop doing anything more with our neighbors?

I hesitate for a second but Amelia’s eyes are insistent on mine. Scanning across them and back, Like she needs me to admit it.

“I don’t suppose I’d be human if there wasn’t some jealousy there too,” I say and hold her again. I gaze right back at her. No way do I admit the mental turmoil I’ve been in since the weekend. “But I knew it was only a bit of fun. There’s nothing in it but the four of us playing out a few fantasies together.”

“I know,” she sighs in my arms, “but it’s still overwhelming.”

“Do you feel that way now? Overwhelmed?”

“I’m not sure,” she purses her lips and looks down. “Like I said, Saturday brought up lots of different emotions.”

“Try to explain them.”

“Let me get my wine again,” she says and I release her.

“Fear obviously,” she says, “About how it might affect me and you.”

“And I’ve told you that would never happen. I love you way too much.”

“And I love you,” she says and sips her wine. She has one forearm over her chest, “but I can't help my feelings.”

“What else?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs and her cheeks have been flushed pretty much this whole conversation. “I felt vulnerable. Ashamed. Sad.”

“Sad?” I gaze right back at her.

“All this time, I’ve been keeping so much inside, you know?” Amelia says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not daring to suggest exploring that part of me. But knowing that if I ever did, then it would be with you. Wes, couldn’t you and I share it? Me totally letting go? Giving myself completely to you in that way… instead of with…?” She looks down at her feet.

Shit. Much as her words only show her love for me - and they give me a golden opportunity to knock Sterling right back - my stomach drops again. But this time, with the dread of returning to a life where the potential of this fantasy might be gone for good.

“I understand what you’re feeling, Ames,” I say but I’m struggling for the right words, trying to keep my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me. “Honestly I do. I want you and I to explore that side of our relationship. But I’m not naturally dominant like Sterling, am I?”

“I told Vanessa it made me sad too,” Amelia says, “But she said Sterling would guide us. Teach us how you and I can… and Vanessa would help with that as well.”

I don’t know whether she’s trying to convince me or herself.

Is she only saying and doing all this because she feels that if she doesn’t, she’d be letting me down?

“I guess we would learn from them,” I say and despite a guilty feeling in my gut, my dick is thickening and my heart beats so fast. A little voice somewhere in my head though too keeps warning me that this whole situation is dangerous.

What if the only things Sterling ultimately teaches us is that my wife enjoys being dominated by a black guy, and that only a cock as big as his can satisfy her?

No matter how good a ‘teacher’ Sterling might be, it’s not like I could ever learn to be the same race as him. Or develop a cock that size.

“Saturday night made me realize how much I needed your acceptance too,” Amelia puts down her drink on the worktop and comes to me again. She doesn’t look into my eyes though.

“I don’t understand,” I say, but I hold her in my arms.

“You understand what I need and you accept it.”

A need. She called ‘submission’ her ‘need’.

“Of course I accept you. No matter what you do.”

Even if you saw that huge black dick of Sterling’s and felt compelled to touch it.

Amelia tells me that our Penne arrabbiata is almost ready and that comes as a relief. Both because of my hunger and as a break from what turned into a pretty intense conversation. One that left me with a lot to think about.

I set the table for us and we sit to eat.

We chat about her day full of scheduling New Year press releases for her clients and the hour she snatched during her lunch break to work on her novel. She tells me she’s at that ‘difficult drudgery’ stage of the story’s middle section (whatever that means) and then she changes the subject to ask me how the trailer did today.

The whole time though, it feels like we’re ignoring that persistent dark shadow that we should be spending our time talking some more about.

Later, after watching a little TV together, we retire to bed and when I’ve put the lights out my cock is immediately hard.

I need to talk about the four of us again.

I slip my arm around Amelia’s shoulder and whisper to her in the dark.

“So in and amongst that confusion of feelings about Saturday,” I say, “How much excitement has there been? I hope it wasn’t only me and Sterling who enjoyed it.”

“I’m not saying there wasn’t any pleasure for me,” she shrugs.

“Just a little bit?” My cock throbs and I kiss her lips.

“Mmm, I wouldn’t have let it carry on if I’d hated it,” she says.

My balls tighten.

“It’s so hot to know you liked what he did. Did Vanessa like watching it too? When she wasn’t feeling jealous,” something makes me hold back from using the phrase ‘Spank you.’

“I think so,” she says.

“Did she say anything about..,” I hesitate for a moment, but plant gentle kisses on the sides of her neck. I don’t want her to feel pressured. Not if she honestly doesn’t want anything to do with Sterling again. This feels like a fine balancing act. And I want to know exactly what Vanessa said when she was here before. “Did she say anything about, you know, getting together again?”

“No,” Amelia murmurs but she kisses me back, “Just gave me the bauble, and checked about book club.”

Maybe tomorrow is when Vanessa (and Sterling) plan to suggest another ‘evening event’.

“One of the other things Vanessa said she felt at the weekend,” Amelia says slowly like she’s picking each word with care, “was relief,” Amelia’s fingers wrap around my hard cock.

“Uhh,” I groan, “Relief?” I echo her last word but then kiss her again.

“Because it was me with them, not some stranger that Sterling met behind her back.”

“Right,” I say but my stomach curdles, “I guess that kind of makes sense.”

“Even though she still got jealous,” Amelia’s little fist works my erection.

“That’s only natural,” I exhale hard as she masturbates me, “like she said. And any woman would get jealous of their husband around someone like you.”

“Have you seen how glam Vanessa is?” she asks.

“She’s no match for you. And she’s a lot older.”

“She’s got such a fantastic figure though,” Amelia continues to stroke me and I tug her t-shirt right up her body. I kiss her exposed tits.

“Mmm, I felt ‘relief’ too at the weekend, Wes.”

“How come?” I suck hard on a stiffened nipple.

“Mmm, ooh, I don’t know. Being accepted for the fantasy, I guess.”

Her words encourage me but somehow at the same time chill me to the bone.

“I was like, mmm,” she murmurs as her tits are sucked and I trace a single fingertip around the opening of her slit, “Mm, like freeing myself from hiding. If that makes any sense.”

It makes sense. But the fact that another man has been involved in ‘liberating’ my wife is a disturbing, if heady, sensation. I push two fingers into her hot wetness.

“Uhmmm, Kiss me, Wes,” she moans and her hand grips my cock tighter and strokes me faster.

I do what she asks and her mouth is hungry for my tongue. But I break free after a few seconds. I have to know.

“So would you do it again,” I gasp, “With Sterling?”

“Only if you wanted me to. Mmm, and if I knew what was in store with him.”

She’s not saying ‘No’!

“How do you mean?” I work my fingers deep inside her but I’m already desperate to go the whole way.

“Mmm, that’s part of what was so scary on Saturday, not knowing what would happen next,” her hips rise to meet my fingers but I need to get inside her now.

“That might be part of what excited you,” I take my cock from her and ease my lower body right between her spread thighs, “Not knowing how far he’d make you go.” My own phrasing sends me as dizzy as does her reaction right now and I push deep into her heat.

“Ohhh,” Amelia gasps and her chin rises. Her legs wrap tight around me.

“Uhh, not knowing what he’d do to you,” I thrust fast and smother her face with kisses, “Uhh, or what he’d make you do.”

“Mmm, and I’d just have to submit to it,” Amelia grinds herself against me.

Oh hell. Now she’s almost scaring me. But I don’t care. And it’s too late. I’m cumming.

Author's Notes

Is Amelia there for the taking by Sterling now? But how wise would it be for the young couple to continue with the Marks' at all, and what do you imagine might ultimately be in store for Wes and his wife if they do?

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

Next week, in Chapter 2, Ash is faced with the reality of life with his wife and her live-in lover seven days a week. And Marcie is not the same girl she was the last time Finn was there to stay. For a start, she's developed a taste for her husband's chastity...

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