The sunny side of weakness

The sun streams into the master bedroom of the house, flecking, shifting as the apple tree branches sway before the open window.

Louise lies on the bed, naked save for the high heeled pair of black leather boots, her legs spread and Desmond’s semen dribbling out of her sex. He has been fucking my wife all night long and of course her belly is full of his spunk. There are stains on the bed sheet from their repeated coupling, the bedding smells of sex and of course there are marks on Louise’s neck where Desmond has bitten her whilst pumping his spunk inside.

For a while last night I wanted to masturbate listening to them. He really does make Louise make exquisite noises. He makes her sound like an animal on heat. He makes her sound as though her body is groaning. What comes out of her pretty mouth is the deep felt ache to give herself to him, to remain hooked on his cock for as many continuous, sensuous hours as possible. But I didn’t wank. It wasn’t just that I wore a cock cage that Louise had locked there, it was that I have accepted that he always fucks my wife.  I have accepted that this is what they do together. When a baby comes it will be his and he or she will be perfect.

Desmond comes down looking for a beer and he tells me to go upstairs and to clean my wife’s cunt for her. it’s not said with malice, there is no clenched fist, no swearing judgement about my manhood. I am simply to go upstairs, to kneel between Louise’s legs and to lick up all the semen until it stops dripping out of her. I am to lick and soothe and comfort her sex which has been torn about by his relentless thrusting. I am sure of it, when a baby does come, then the birth will be easy.  Louise has been drilled out so that you can get three or more fingers, perhaps even your fist up her cunt. That is what going with Desmond entails.

Louise smiles when I gently knock on the door and enter. She watches the way that my eyes quickly stray down between her legs. There is semen everywhere, around her mouth, probably up her backside, across the tops of her exquisite boots, but where it really matters is between her legs. She smiles teasingly at me, registering the desire in my face, registering the awe and the wonderment that their fucking still evokes in me. She doesn’t ask how my night has been, that would seem cruel. Instead she runs her fingers down between her legs and opens her sex lips with dainty fingers so I can see how her night on a big black dick as been. I can’t see the darkness within, there is simply the most massive plug of Desmond’s glue like, sticky and viscous semen.

‘Come and lick me’ she coaxes softly. I descend onto the bed. Once I used to rush, but that made me look like a pig. It made me look like some kind of dog, driven, no crazed by the smell of her cunt. So now I move more slowly, delicately yet purposefully, savouring the smell and the sight of her cunt as my face nears it. Semen is everywhere in her curly pubes, her sex lips are swollen, rubbery, wrenched open, lush and taunting. This is the pussy of a woman owned by a very physical, a very brutal lover. I near the scene of their love making, inhale and nearly pass out. When he has fucked her, within an inch of her length, she smells utterly compelling, she smells exquisite.

I dip my tongue between the lips of her sex and ladle upwards, curling the tip of my tongue so that the glutinous semen rolls down the top of my tongue and into my mouth. Louise is holding pussy open and watching me.

‘Taste good?’ she asks inquisitively.

‘Yes’ I admit. it tastes gloopy, sticky, a little too like thick semolina, but it is better than not tasting her at all. I need to lick Louise and he knows it. Desmond only lets me lick when I have been especially well behaved. Last night, in front of Louise and a girlfriend of hers, I told my best mate that Desmond was the man of the house. It was the best thing, the right way. I insisted that some men were better at satisfying a woman and that Louise deserved the very best sex. I said it straight faced, sincerely, and the compliment made my wife feel so terribly horny. Hence last night’s fucking, hence the licks this morning.

‘I like you licking me’ she confirmed, ‘I liked what you confessed last night. Its nice that our friends are getting to know how we live, how you defer to Desmond.’

The very thought of that sends a thrill through her body. You can see her skin tense, feel the grip of her thigh muscles as you nuzzle your face into her sex. There are women who have no partner at all, women who don’t know what a proper fuck is all about. Louise does know. She feels spoilt and accepts that because she is sexy, because she is aloof and superior, she gets to live on her own sensual terms, living with Desmond whilst retaining me around the house.

‘I wish I could be a man for you. I wish I could fuck you like Desmond does’ I confide, sweeping my tongue luxuriantly around her raw sex. For now I lick here, but once this is clean I will lick out her arse that has its deposit of thick and creamy semen too.

‘But you can’t can you?’ she observes, tightening her lips because a good lick is a very sweet thing indeed. ‘Its so sweet that you admire Desmond for what he does, that you accept I prefer him because of that.’

That is the nub of the matter. Louise prefers Desmond. She will have his babies and they will be raised as his. I will nanny or something. There will be no pretence. But the sunny side of weakness, the surprising sunny side of it all is that as long as I co operate, and augment what they have between them then I am loved in some way by her still. It shocked me once, but no more. Women are quite capable to judging men, putting them in a pecking order and assigning them rights and responsibilities. My job is to lick her, to suck Desmond’s cock if she wants to watch that. My job is to make the house sunny, the home cosy, if less than conventional.

Louise rolls over, kneels up in the doggy position and pushes her butt towards my face. Semen is oozing out of that hole too. When a black man owns a woman, he owns her all places, all of the time and in ways that would fry your brain if you really stopped and tried to appreciate it. Louise is quite unselfconscious about this. Licking butt is every bit as pleasurable as having her sex licked out. She accepts the obedience of my tongue. If there is a little wind sometime, then so be it. I lick on regardless and she doesn’t mention something so incidental.

‘You seem content with your lot John, its so so lovely’ she observes running her buttocks against my cheeks. My tongue rolls around her anus, licking cream off the cone of her nice cafe au lait coloured butt ring.

In truth, you want to know, I am content with my lot. I like licking her, I like encouraging her to be a bitch. The hotter he makes her the more right everything seems. I couldn’t make her feel that arrogant, that sensual or erotic. I couldn’t encourage her to dress so posh. The truth is that I am weak. I am weak on the masculine spectrum. I don’t (presumably) have gallons of testosterone rushing through my veins. I am nice, I am intelligent, I am thoughtful, I can make Louise laugh, in fact pretty much anything other than make her feel like a woman which is what he provides. A beautiful woman deserves a very masculine man and I know what I am not.

‘I am pretty content, ‘ I admit, slurping at her arse a bit. This feels so dirty, so instinctual, so necessary. I just have to smell her used arse and I need to lick it. ‘I’m content if Desmond allows this..’ I added. There, a caveat. It was only a small one, a recognition of Mr Control, the buck in charge. Louise won’t let me lick her unless he has given the say so. Indeed, she rather likes it when he directs me to tongue. Having  him so totally in control makes her nipples tingle.

‘Desmond will let you lick mistress…he always does when you do nice things for him.’ She coos the words. I am licking like a dog now. There I’ve admitted it, mouth is wide open and I’m tonguing hard against her anus. Her lovely tits swing as I push against her rear.

‘We’re going to have Linda and Peter over for supper on Saturday night. You will cook OK darling?’ she asked. Linda, another snooty bitch. She looks the sort that needs a big hard black prong. Peter might be a bit more masculine than me, but its not by much!

‘You’re to show Peter how to suck a black cock alright John dear?’ I hear her voice, husky, insistent. She breaks from the narrative, there is a chance that I could object.

‘Yes Miss’ I answer. It was after a pause but only the slightest one. I know that Louise wants Linda to get it on with one of Desmond’s bros.

‘That’s a good boy’ she soothes, ‘Desmond will be pleased. If you’re especially good, you can sleep on the rug at the bottom of our bed that night. You know…..’

Her husky voice trails off, the sun dappling her bare buttocks. I do know. I think about licking Desmond’s swinging balls as he pumps inside Louise. I want that. I really do want that. You wouldn’t believe how much.

‘There’s some mess on my boots’ darling Louise simpers.