by Vivi King
“You know baby,” Christy smiled, “Chris and I have made love over twenty times already and it has been different every time; heck, I may just keep things like they are for a while!"
“You mean, only him having your body?”
“Yes, I think that it may well be a long time before you have sex with me again!”
She kissed me deeply, “”how does that sound? Your wife only having, a black cock?”
“If that’s what she wants, then I am all for it baby,” I smiled, “I love you only having his black dick."
We may just leave things like they are, indefinitely!”
“It’s your choice baby, I am happy with that.”
“Just promise me,” she said, “promise me that if it ever gets too much, you will tell me; I would never jeopardize our marriage."
“I promise baby, I love things how they are now!”
“You do? Really?”
“Yes, I do baby, I promise that I do.”
“So, you’re okay with not having sex with me, indefinitely?”
“Totally baby, if that’s what you want, then I am fine with it.”
“You won’t get to see or touch me; you do realize that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sweetheart, and I am okay with that.”
“Okay then, I will only be fucked by my black lover; he will have my body, indefinitely!”
We were snuggling and kissing for hours, and then I asked, “Could I just slide my dick inside your panties and let it rest on your shaved pussy baby?”
“What? No way; you know the rules, the only cock to go near my pussy is my black lovers."
“I understand baby and I’m sorry for asking.”
She pulled the covers back and I wondered what she was doing; she pulled at the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down, exposing my huge erection.
She started kissing me from my waist down to my dick.
Slowly she eased my erection into her mouth and sucked me off; I cum within three minutes and she swallowed it all.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed any sex baby.”
“Baby, I cannot or will not leave you like that, I will not give you my body, but I will suck you off from
time to time,” Christy went on, “I need to still be close to you and give you something.”
I loved what she did and told me and we fell asleep snuggling with each other.
The following night, she stayed at Chris’s house and again, I went there to kiss her goodbye before I went to work. From then on, our nights with her were alternated, one night me and the next night him.
She would suck me off every couple of days and life was more than perfect.
She would give me every explicit detail of their sex together and he would spank her, hard every weekend. Life couldn’t be any better; I have never been so aroused as I am at this time in my life. Christy was also very happy as she got her black lover whenever she needed him.
It was about five weeks into our new adventure when we were laying in bed together; her in her tee shirt, bra and thong, she had just sucked me off.
“Baby, are you happy?” Christy asked.
“I have never been happier baby; why do you ask?”
“How would you feel about me being, black-owned?”
“I thought that you already were baby,” I smiled.
“You do? Why?”
“I thought that you became, black-owned, five weeks ago when you gave your body solely to Chris and stopped me from having it.”
“So, you are okay with it? Me being black-owned, I mean?”
“Of course baby; like I said, I thought that you had been, black-owned, for the past five weeks, why do you ask baby?”
“Because, earlier, Chris told me that I was, black-owned, and I liked the sound of it."
“Well, you are, black-owned, baby; and I have no problem with it; it is actually quite exciting to think that my wife is owned by a black man.”
We were kissing throughout this whole conversation and I was getting another huge erection.
“What made him say that to you then baby?” I asked.
“He said that maybe I should be marked to show that I am, black-owned, baby.”
“Marked, how baby?”
“He suggested that I get a tattoo, to show that I am, black-owned."
“A tattoo? Of what? And where baby?”
She paused for a moment, “He suggested that I get a small black spade tattoo baby; either on my right breast or my shaved pussy, or even both.”
There was another moment of silence, “What do you think? Christy asked, “Would you mind?”
“Wow,” I replied, “do you want to get it done?”
She picked up her cell phone and showed me a couple of pictures of a black spade with a “Q” in the middle of it.
“They would be like this baby,” Christy smiled, “The “Q” stands for queen; black-owned queen.”
Her hands were shaking, “they would show my commitment to him.”
“They? So you would be getting them both?”
“If you agreed, yes I would get both.”
“Do you want to get them?”
“Yes, I do; but only if you agree baby.”
“Tattoos are permanent baby,” I reminded her, “If you break up with him, you would still have them."
“I don’t ever plan to break up with him baby,” Christy went on, “Life is perfect and we both feel the same way.”
“You have discussed things with him then?”
“Yes baby, and we both want things to continue as they are now; we have an amazing sex life and I want to show my commitment to him,” she went on, “but only if you are okay with it"
“So, you and I won’t be having sex anytime in the near future then?”
“I don’t think so baby, I don’t plan on that happening in the near future; is that okay?”
“Like I said, it’s your body baby, if you want to give it to him and not me; that’s your decision, I am fine with whatever you want.”
“Thanks, baby, I want to continue as we are now and I want to get the tattoos done for him.”
“Okay baby, who is going to do them for you?”
“Chris has a friend who does tattooing; he will do them.”
“This friend, will see you naked?”
“He will have to baby; do you mind?”
“Of course not baby.”
She texted Chris and told him that she will get the tattoos done and he replied that he can set it up for the following evening.
“Wow, that’s soon,” I smiled.
“I want them done as soon as possible baby.”
So, it was set, she would be getting the tattoos done the next evening. I asked her if I could take a quick look at her naked body before she has them done
“Baby, please don’t ask that you know that I can’t let you see my naked body.”
I didn’t want her to give in, I needed her to deny me and accepted her decision; I was excited about her tattoos and the fact that her lover's friend would see her naked and touch her.
The following evening, as I got home from work, Christy met me at the door and she was wearing a printed, button down the front dress. She looked very sexy as she told me that she was going over to Chris’s house early so they could make love before going for the tattoos.
The tattoo on her pussy would mean that she wouldn’t be able to make love for a few days until it had healed enough, so they wanted to fuck before she had them done.
She kissed me goodnight and walked across to his house; an hour later I saw them get into his car and off they went to his friend’s salon. It was just after nine thirty that she text me to let me know that she was safely back at Chris’s.
“Your wife is now branded, baby!”
“Are you okay baby? Sore?”
“My pussy is a little sore but I am fine, I love you.”
The following morning, she texted me to go over to her before I went to work. I
did as asked and Chris told me that she was in bed; she was sitting up in bed with the covers pulled up to her chest.
I noticed there was a small lint pad over her right shoulder and I asked what that was for.
“I didn’t get my breast tattooed baby,” Christy smiled, “Chris wanted a tattoo that would be on show to the world, and so we got the spade tattooed on my shoulder.”
“Oh, I see; did you get your pussy one done?”
“Yes baby, I did! My pussy is now branded with a spade tattoo! I am now officially, black-owned!”
That evening, when I got home from work, she met me at the door and kissed me deeply. She was wearing a white vest and I could make out her white bra underneath. She turned around and I could see the spade tattoo on her shoulder.
It was about an inch and a half tall and it was a black spade with the letter Q in the center of it; I must say that it did look nice and I loved her declaring to the world that she was owned by a black man.
“Do you like it, baby?” Christy asked.
“It looks nice baby,” I replied, “Aren’t you worried that everyone will know that you are, black-owned
now, though?”
“No, I’m not worried about that, I am proud to be owned by my black lover!”
She smiled, “I want the world to see that I am, black-owned!”
“How is your pussy, baby? Is it sore?
“Surprisingly, it is fine baby; I took the lint patch off, earlier and it feels fine.”
“I know that I can’t see it can I?”
“No, you can’t baby; it is the same as the one on my shoulder, though."
She suggested that we go out to eat; she wanted to show off her new tattoo and the fact that she was now officially, black owned!
She wore a strapless dress that left her shoulders completely uncovered and her hair in a ponytail so that it didn’t hide her shoulders.
We got home and went straight to bed; she, as usual, changed in the bathroom. She sucked me off before pulling my shorts back up.
“Do you like knowing that your wife is now, black-owned, baby?” Christy asked.
“I love it!”
“Are you happy baby?” Christy asked, “I mean, really happy?”
“I am very happy, honey, are you?”
“Baby, I am so wonderfully happy; I have everything I could ever want.”
She kissed me deeply and said, “I have the most wonderful husband in the world,” she went on, “And I have the most amazing lover, my Chris, my black lover.”
We hugged and kissed again, “And you are okay with the no sex thing between us?”
“Yes, I am fine with it baby.”
“I know that we have discussed it, but I want to know that you are still okay with the denial thing?”
“I have not complained about it so far have I baby?” I asked.
“No, you haven’t, but it’s only been six weeks so far; how will you feel after six months?”
“Baby, I love how things are now,” I smiled, “Will it be six months then?”
“Baby, it may be longer than that; I did warn you before, that it would be indefinite.”
“I know you did, I was just asking if it would be six months baby?”
“It probably will be longer than that!”
“Okay baby.”
“Are you okay with that?"
“Of course baby, I told you, whatever you want, I want you to only have his black dick.”
“I only want my black lover to see or touch me; only his cock goes in my pussy.”
“I want that as well baby,” I said softly.
“I am black owned now, officially!”
We fell asleep in each other's arms and when we woke we were still hugging each other.
4
Our wedding anniversary was the following Wednesday, and I had worked it out that, this was the day that she slept at Chris’s house. I talked to her about it and she asked me if I wanted to change the plans so that she would be with me on that night.
Deep down, I wanted her to make love with him on our wedding anniversary night; for some strange reason, I found that incredibly hot.
“Baby, you should sleep at his house next Wednesday,” I told her. “You should be fucked on the anniversary of your wedding.”
“I know I should, but are you sure baby?” Christy asked, “I know that you would love to fuck me next Wednesday.”
“Yes, I would!”
“But, you know that can’t happen, don’t you?”
I was praying for her not to give in and have sex with me, and she kept strong.
“I know that you really want to fuck me on our anniversary, and you should, but it can’t happen, baby, you know that, don’t you?”
“I guess so, but it is our anniversary.”
I was trying to make it seem like I was begging for her to make love with me.
“I know it is baby, and I know that you want to have sex with me; but you know, that can’t happen, don’t you; I couldn’t have sex with you.”
She didn’t disappoint me, she kept strong and I was in heaven.
“I know baby, I thought that maybe we would as it is our anniversary.”
“I know baby, but we can’t, you know that, don’t you? That can’t happen; I am black owned and only a black cock goes in me.”
“I know it can’t happen baby, but you should still be fucked.”
“Don’t worry baby, Chris will fuck me extra hard, just for you.”
I suddenly had an idea.
“Baby, you should be fucked in the matrimonial bed on our anniversary.”
“How could that happen, baby?”
“Well, I could sleep in the guest room and Chris could make love to you in our bed.”
“You would allow that? Him, sleep in our bed with me?”
“Yes, I would baby, in our matrimonial bed.
At least I would hear them, I thought. Christy hugged and kissed me for over five minutes.
“Thank you, sweetheart, I would love that!” Christy went on, “But are you sure? In our bed.”
“Yes, I am sure baby; our bed should have sex in it on our anniversary night.”
On the day of our anniversary, we went out for a meal to celebrate; she looked amazing in a little black dress that tied around her neck; this allowed her spade tattoo to be clearly on show.
I’m sure that people were talking about her tattoo; she didn’t seem to care though, and as we reached our street, she text Chris to tell him to meet us at our house. He was waiting as we pulled into the driveway.
“Happy anniversary,” Chris welcomed us.
We got inside the house, and she kissed him passionately.
“People were talking about my tattoo in the restaurant babe,” Christy smiled.
“Wow,” Chris replied, “did it bother you?”
“No, I am proud to be owned by my black lover!”
We had a couple of glasses of wine, and then Christy stood up and walked to Chris.
“I need you to take me to bed and make passionate love to me babe, it’s my anniversary.”
I took the wine glasses to the kitchen and she followed me.
“Are you sure that you are okay with him making love to me in our bed baby?”
“Yes, it’s our wedding anniversary and you should have sex in the matrimonial bed tonight baby.”
We kissed passionately, and she thanked me for a wonderful marriage. She then took my hands and pulled them to her ass! I was shocked; delighted, but shocked. I looked at her and she whispered, “Just my ass and just because it’s our anniversary.”
I squeezed her ass for almost five minutes; savoring every second and exploring every curve.
She finally pulled my hands away and whispered, “That’s enough; don’t expect that again until next year.”
We kissed again and she walked back to Chris, she took him by the hand to our bedroom. I listened from the hallway as they indeed made passionate love for hours. I fin
ally went to bed around midnight, to the sounds of loving, coming from our bedroom.
I texted her before I left for work, to see if she was awake. She replied, asking me to give her a kiss before I left.
I knocked on our bedroom door and she called me in, it was erotically strange seeing Chris lying in our bed next to her.
He was still sleeping and she was sitting up, covers up to her chest. I kissed her goodbye and Chris stirred; his eyes opened and he smiled at me. I bid them goodbye and left them alone, naked, in our
bed.
I called her at lunchtime and she thanked me for allowing them to use our bed last night. I asked her if she had fun. She told me that, she had an amazing time and that Chris fucked her hard, just for me.
She asked me how difficult it was for me, seeing him in our bed this morning and I told her that it was surprisingly okay; kind of hot!
“Maybe we can use our bed again then baby,” Christy said, “Our bed is much more comfortable than his.”
“Baby, you can use our bed again; I like having you home, even if it is not with me.”
“Really? Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“I didn’t want it to sound like I was crying to you baby.”
“Baby, if you are okay with it, we will stay here, in our bed, instead of using his, uncomfortable bed.”
“Honey, you can use our bed whenever you wish.”
“We will talk about it tonight.”
I noticed that she had changed the sheets on our bed when I got home. And she teased me all evening about her anniversary night with her lover; she wouldn’t tell me any details until we went to bed.
She changed in the bathroom while I got into bed; when she joined me, she, finally told me all about her anniversary lovemaking session with Chris, while she was sucking me off.
She told me how he fucked her hard, especially for me. He spanked her ass for almost fifteen minutes, and she had multiple orgasms when he did that.
He spanked her breasts while he was squatting on her face, and she was sucking his balls; again, she had multiple orgasms while he beat her breasts.
She finished off by telling me how it was the best sex that she had ever had, and then she sucked me off again.
I cum within three minutes and she swallowed every drop.
“So, we can use our bed again baby?” Christy asked.