Hackney Hotwives Ch. 02: Sarah

2. Sarah

A soft light broke through the clouds and beams of sunlight coloured the sea close to the horizon. Sarah broke into a smile. She'd often thought you couldn't buy a feeling like this. It had been a good five months since they had chosen to make the move down to the coast following a near two decades in London. Swapping a Hackney ground floor flat with a spacious period property by the sea in Ramsgate had always been a no brainer to her given her love of the coast that originated from her childhood in her native North East. True it came with it's disadvantages. Matt her husband on occasion grumbled about the lack of night life and live music given his profession as a composer and musician. There was just about enough to keep them both going on that front. There was also the small matter of her commute up to London once or twice a week into King's Cross. That could get in the bin but still it was worth it given the quality of the rest of their lives.

There was also the small matter of the lifestyle. She took a sip of the coffee in her flask and eased back on the iron bench that looked out at the seafront. Of course it had been a worry. How could it not? They had gone from bohemian Dalston to faded seaside grandeur for god's sake. Different lives, different people. But in truth if you had an instinct of where to go and who to talk to be it online or irl you could always meet the right people. Sarah's pale and freckled face creased into a knowing smile as she toyed with her blonde ponytail. Her and Matt were eighteen months in now and old friends, especially those who came down to visit from Newcastle had been taken aback as to how fresh and rejuvenated she was looking these days. Regressing back into her thirties they said. How little did they know hey? A lot of her girlfriends also commented on how less neurotic and nervy Matt was now. Again she smiled. Black men worked in mysterious ways.

A less complex aspect of their lives in Kent was the pleasure of showing old friends the delights and sights of a place she'd grown to love in such a small space of time and having them to stay. That never got old. Given all their London mates doubts' it gave her an extra dose of satisfaction letting them know they were making it work. "Getting over the culture shock" was the way she put it.

Sarah looked up and down the deserted promenade and considered her options. Hardly anyone came out here midmorning on a Thursday. She was sure she was in the clear. She clasped her iPhone and opened Whatsapp, scrolling down to find Shawn's number. HEYA BABES x we still on for tomorrow night? J alright for that? Xx ???? ????. She knew without doubt to get a prompt response she would have to offer somewhat more. She threw her head back, her eyes shut and hummed to herself with the nervous tension of it all. These black lads eh, what were they like? Same as in London. Her head pushed the fuck it button and she switched her camera on, pulling up her sweater and t shirt to expose her bra to the cold February air. In a flash she'd taken a lewd selfie and sent it to her man, pulling back her clothes and shifting restlessly in her seat feeling all dissatisfied and impatient. She looked back down at her phone. No blue ticks. Once again she was playing the waiting game.

The music from the front room was a touch too loud for Sarah's taste as she leant in closer to the hallway mirror to adjust her makeup and ponder the state of her eyeliner. At least it was a cool funk groove and not some boring old white boy shit the type of which increasingly got on her nerves. It was getting darker outside. 'Matt love?' Matt's spindly frame darted round the side-door. 'Put it down a bit will you? Think more chilled out. Less frantic.'

'Oh. Alright' Matt replied nervously and ducked back into the room putting the volume down way too low. Sarah rolled her eyes and returned back to her handwork. She knew it was likely Shawn and Jason were going to be late as they were most probably working. But not quite as late as Melissa and her hub - it had always been the same with her back in London, taking an age to get herself made up Sarah thought to herself irritably. It was to her surprise that she heard the door from the upstairs guest room swing open. I followed my wife down the creaking stairs of the Victorian terraced house. Melissa's long traipsing green and lace dress was like something from a gothic fairytale. A Bjork song come to life. I'd always admired her sense of style in that way.

Sarah's eyes widened with surprise and delight. 'Oh babes you look amazing!'

'I know, I know. Just decided to go for it' Melissa returned her grin with a shy smile as she sailed down to the ground floor. 'Do you think, I mean... do you think they'll like it?'

'Babes you will rock their world like' Sarah leant in and needled the delicate fabric H had spent hours adapting and remaking.

'I think it's pretty something as well you know' I offered ineffectually.

'Well it's not like it's for your benefit is it now white boy?' Sarah shot back and the three of us burst into laughter, my chin dropping to the floor in that peak embarrassment that I had come to love. Gaining pleasure from shame was a skill I had honed in my years in the lifestyle.

Matt stepped around the door once again. 'Oh hey mate' he acknowledged me before he fully clocked Melissa's baroque dress and makeup. 'Oh Melissa WOW- I mean... you look. Wow.' Melissa smiled looking straight through him.

Sarah nudged her husband with her elbow. 'Hey - HELLO. You're in the presence of your beautiful black owned wife here Matt.' Again laughter rang out in the hall as she lifted her arms behind her head and posed for all she got. Sarah had it going on tonight albeit in a deeply understated way that was very much her. Beneath her thin white jacket she was wearing a tight black singlet which was cut low showing off breasts she never normally would put on display and never did full-stop prior to her conversion eighteen months previously. The look was topped off by a cute leather mini and black pumps. Sarah's first time was an event H had notched up as a conversion she partly could take credit for given how close they'd been back in Hackney. 'Sort the drinks out yeah and some of the crisps and that out on the sides' Sarah instructed Matt. Melissa nodded towards me in turn and the two of us went about our business. We all knew they were canapés that would remain untouched for the course of the evening (and night), but both me and Matt knew that wasn't the point. Sarah was a proud woman and wanted everything - every single thing - to be perfect to the black men who stepped inside her home. It was a sentiment that Melissa would comment on to me from time to time and was a strength of hers that Melissa aspired to emulate. An hour or so later after multiple glasses of wine had been consumed by all of us the doorbell rang. The girls clasped hands together, hearts skipping as one.

'Matt' Sarah nodded at her husband. Matt slowly made his way towards the front door. It was a hesitance I could only empathise with and relate to. The door opened and two black men in their forties stepped inside the hallway. 'AYEEEEEERIGHT Shawn!' Sarah squealed girlishly and she made towards the shorter black man who was thickset and barrel chested. One look from Matt told me that this was indeed Sarah's regular lover. The taller, darker younger guy who was maybe the same age as Melissa leant against the door. It had taken Sarah six weeks or so of seaside living before she had come across Shawn. She had told Melissa breathlessly via text that he was down to earth, earthy and forceful. He ran his own furniture removal firm down in Folkestone. Inevitably finding her feet on the scene in Kent had meant that Sarah - and eventually Matt - came into contact with the various black bulls who were friends and associates of Shawn. That was the way it worked amongst black men who were into this in the countryside and the city alike. At first they thought Shawn referring to Jason the younger guy as his "brother" was just in terms of the black usage of the word until Shawn had told Sarah that no in fact Jason was his actual younger brother who worked with him as one of his drivers.

'Sarah baby...' Shawn's thick arms enveloped Sarah as he leant in kissing her deeply. 'The pleasure is all yours' he told her making both Sarah and Melissa laugh. As a cuck of multiple years standing one became used to working out which black men had it and those who didn't. And Shawn was instantly ticking all of the boxes. He took Melissa's hand and kissed it. 'And this is the Melissa we've all been hearing about right Jase?' He turned to the younger man who stepped forward from the back of the hall. 'Seems that way' the younger man said. 'I'm Jason.' He leant in to plant a kiss on my wife's cheek. 'I truly love what you're wearing. Your attention to style and detail is second to none.'

'She is something else alright' Shawn said, raising his eyebrow and Melissa didn't know what to do with herself. She turned away blushing. This is why we both loved the effect their attention would have on her. How my serious minded, career girl wife would become so girly around black men in that way made our hearts pound as one and aroused us both intensely.

'Hey you're all mine for the evening buster' Sarah shot back at Shawn wrapping her arms around his waist and leading him into the front room. 'Babes' she called over to her husband, 'you can put the music up a bit now.' Matt nodded back at her and went over to turn up the volume. The bass thudded into life. Matt gestured over to me and we went back through the backdoors, down the steps into the kitchen. As I walked I stole a glance back over my shoulder to watch Jason guiding Melissa by her arm down onto the chaise longe at the front of the living room. Sarah was getting busy with Shawn on the back sofa, their tongues intermingling as the black man's powerful cracked hands explored her curvy behind.

Matt raised his eyebrow at me. 'Going well mate' he said under his breath.

'Yeah definitely' I replied lost in my thoughts as I heard Melissa's unmistakable laughter behind me. We poured a couple more glasses of wine.

'Come on' Matt said. 'They'll be needing some privacy for a bit.'

'Yeah.' This was always the way at interracial events and parties. And Melissa especially needed some time to meaningfully bond with a new bull, to create that vibe and to yield to the magic they had. Anyway Matt apparently had some ideas as to what to do in the meantime. We walked down the narrow wooden stairs that led to a basement which constituted Matt's den decked out with guitars and various music gear. As one we knocked back our wine as the funk music thudded above us.

'Great to see them let their hair down right?' he asked rhetorically.

'Yeah definitely' I smiled. 'They're in good hands.' We finished off our glasses of wine and Matt got up to retrieve some beers. 'What's on the agenda then mate?' I asked, knowing his response.

'Well we got the widescreen going on down here' he grinned picking up the remote control and switching the TV on to AV mode. 'High HD - only way to watch Blacked I reckon.'

'Yes mate.' We clinked bottles of Becks together as the images of Riley Reid and Gabbie Carter being pummelled on the floor of an LA gym by Jason Luv and Jax Slayher came into view. This was a scene we'd both watched many many times before but it never ceased to raise a smile and get our senses reeling. Life was sweet.

'Love the way Jason Luv holds her like that.'

'I know' I murmured my agreement. 'The man's a don.'

The musclebound black porn stars on screen fucked the hot American babes as we both sat back in a haze, each of us second-guessing what was going on upstairs in our absence. As Riley and Gabbie climbed on top of their godlike black partners Matt made his move, unbuckling his belt and shifting his jeans downward. Although he was a more recent convert having been cucked eighteen months previously all the reports that had been reported back by Melissa via Sarah was that he was if anything more eager and more sub than me in a giggling, almost childish way. He couldn't resist playing with his half-hard white weener. He was a tad smaller than me and just as thin. He wanked enthusiastically staring at the erotic and charged sleek American IR porn, the gold standard for all cucks everywhere. I rubbed at the heat in my crotch, eyes half closed. In spite of watching this clip a lot it always aroused me but I knew we both had to be on top form and master what little self control we had if we were to be of use to our womenfolk tonight. Oh to be in that scene though I thought. My rubbing grew harder with more intensity. Oh to be below Riley Reid - in every senses of the word - as she was fucked from behind by Slayher, the mix of their juices falling against my blissed out face. Fuck it - I pulled my jeans and pants down and started wanking, totally helpless to the scene playing out from the widescreen in front of us.

'Ahh fuck...' I heaved. 'Fucking love Riley. So fucking fit...'

'Fuck yeah' Matt sighed back. 'Want to be under that arse as she gets fucked.'

'Looks so good oiled up like that.'

'Mmhh.'

We carried on until the end of the clip, thankfully both of us managed to hold off. Somehow we remained unrelieved. Sighing we both got up as one, kicking off our superfluous jeans and socks and went over to the mini-fridge in the corner for another beer. 'Look at you mate' Matt laughed pointing to the mess between my legs. I was soaking.

'Yeah - coming from you' I pushed him by the shoulder. It was so nice being so open with another cuck like this in the way me and Matt felt so comfortable in one another's company. It was truly liberating abandoning our false Kieronho bullshit and being who we really were together. 'I reckon I'm smaller than you by the way' I snarked at him.

'No way.' Matt wasn't having it. 'I've got that title I'm afraid.' He held his hand under his tiny penis and I was afraid to admit he could well be right. We held our respective little white willies laughing without noticing the absence of music from upstairs until we heard the clump-clump-clump of Sarah's trainers on the dusty steps.

'And what are you boys doing down here hmm?' She said with a flourish like a caricature of a nineteenth century school governess. Somehow she didn't have a single hair or piece of clothing out of place. She rolled her eyes at the Blacked homescreen on the TV having seen it all before no doubt before telling us 'you're wanted upstairs right?' It was a command rather than a request. We looked at one another briefly before following Sarah up to the ground floor.

The scene in the front room was as I'd predicted internally - Melissa sitting on Jason's lap, a broad sensuous smile on her face as she leant into his neck. She fixed me with a stare as I walked into the room. 'Here they are' she snickered as she watched two shamefaced cucks creep into the room. It was only then that both me and Matt realised how ridiculous we looked - somehow being in and out of clothes was more humiliating than being completely naked. Jason's blank dark eyes followed me around the room. He was tall and lean with long legs and with slightly darker skin than either Marcus or his brother. I'd got used to the look of a bull who'd been debriefed as to all my weaknesses and foibles and I knew he was one step ahead of me.

'Right then...' Sarah clapped her hands as she kicked the door shut behind her. Her eyes were shining with life. 'First things first. You two - kit off.' Matt and I looked at each other before hesitantly taking our tops off. 'I think we worked out what we're doing now H?' Melissa nodded in agreement. 'We might be wanting some refills round here - boys will you do the honours?' Sarah gestured at me and Matt. Taking the two open bottles of red we filled the glasses of our wives and their bulls and stood back, unaware as to what their next move would be. 'And Matt?' Sarah raised an eyebrow at her husband. 'That tune you put on the last time.' From the look on his face Matt evidently knew what his wife was talking about. Instinctively I moved back towards Melissa and Jason at the front of the room and positioned my nude form opposite to them somehow still standing up. Melissa got to her feet, her legs wide apart and with her hands on her thighs she gave her new lover a delicious view of her rear, a sexy knowing smile flittered on her face. The music started and instantly I knew the tune. The kind of smooth hiphop jam I wouldn't have listened to prior to our mutual conversion. It was Chingy's "One Call Away". Melissa moved her hips sensuously to the beat and light melody from the guitar sample. She spun round to face Jason whose expression remained changeless. From the corner of my eye I could just about make out the swoosh of Sarah's hips as she advanced towards Shawn, her pale skin slowly turning crimson as her arousal grew. She pushed past her husband without looking at him once. I could see Matt's little white penis bobbing away. He was such a newbie still in some ways with his eyes jangling around in their sockets. And god he was so pale, thin and pasty. Totally unlike the pure chunk of black muscle sat expectantly on the back sofa beckoning Sarah to his side with a dazzling grin. 'Yesssss Sarah. You work it girl.' Sarah span back to give her black man a view of a phat white ass which jiggled and bounced.

I felt the flick of a long finger against my chin. 'Hey.' Melissa looked at me square in the face. 'Do I have your attention?' She arched her eyebrow sternly. I'd momentarily forgotten my husbandly duty and had been led by my weak willed white boy instincts. I scolded myself internally. I needed to do better. I nodded back at H in a nervy staccato kind of way as she titled her head, her curls spilling over the black wire fascinator positioned at a coquettish angle on the side of her head. She turned around to pad back towards Jason who finally had broken his poker face. Her black stud was smiling approvingly at her and Melissa swung her hips back in time to the beat and the joy of having his positive affirmation as a taken white wife. How long had this sensual, sexual being been imprisoned inside of her until she'd gone black? I didn't like to think about it. Her body, mind, sass and ass had been liberated by the lifestyle and by the power black men represented in all senses. The idea even remotely of her lap dancing for me or for any other white boy prior to her conversion would have been laughable given the woman I had known back then. But a lap dance she was certainly in the process of delivering as the fascinator was flung to one side and she let her stacked hair down in one movement, her curls spinning down around her shoulders.

In the other corner of the room Sarah was somewhat ahead of her friend - she had already straddled Shawn, her tits spilling out of her black top as the humped heavy to the sound from the bluetooth speakers. The track came to a close before starting up again on repeat. Matt obviously knew instinctually the way Sarah wanted it to go down. Not that he was remotely conscious of all that as of now so lost to a cuckold's rapture as he was, lain out like a plank on the varnished wooden vintage floor, his mouth doing his level best to connect and to worship her left foot. My friend's act of cucked love brought my focus to his wife's feet. She had clearly taken inspiration from Melissa given the sky-blue nail varnish on her toenails. Melissa always loved to dazzle with strong vibrant colours and Sarah was doing her level best to do the same.

Sensing the up close and personal action taking place on the other couch Melissa tried to catch up, unbuttoning the back of her green corset dress with an ease that made me suspect she'd been practicing that particular move back at home. She held her hands tightly over the dips above her hips and inched back to give Jason the chance to grab her ass which her black man took with gusto. Instinctively she arched her back, her breasts spilling out over her top. From behind she moved Jason's long black hands beneath hers over her pelvis as she pulsated side to side to the sound of the beat. I sunk to the floor. I needed to be naked and on the deck as of now. It was beyond a need I reminded myself. It was a calling. It made sense of the rest of my life.

Sarah had got up from Shawn's thighs and was removing the black straps of her top in turn. Her pale, freckled mounds were full flushed and heaving as her voice went breathy and she began pulling up her leather mini. I couldn't quite hear the words she was seething to Shawn but Matt evidently could as he had shot back up on his knees wide-eyed. 'Ahh yes bitch.' Shawn's rich and full timbre resonated over the music. 'Yeahhhh girl you be working it. You deserve this yeah?' I could make out him unzipping from across the room. A thick black cock spilled out of his trousers as Sarah sighed deeply and dipped her shoulders downward, taking her lover's large and girthy black phallus in hand.

Melissa's arse had been exposed from beneath her willowy black fro-fro skirt. From my vantage point I could just see Jason sliding a long black finger into her sex. She shivered in response as the green corset top and then dress fell to the ground. I could see when my wife was becoming ravenous for black cock amidst the heat of the pounding hiphop and a new bull's treatment. She groaned all low and gravely as her legs widened practically into the splits. From my sightline her body moving south revealed Jason's bottom half as being exposed - his big dark cock was at first sight a touch longer than Marcus's but less thick. It glistened in the overhead lighting with a touch of leaking semen at the top. His face remained smiling albeit increasingly taut. I sensed he was bubbling, his libido willing him to erupt.

Sarah's miniskirt was fully off and on the floor revealing the rest of her porcelain white body which contrasted so well with her lover's glowing black complexion. Her choice of underwear - unpretentious black M&S knicker so in contrast to Melissa's taste - had been similarly discarded. He was enjoying her in a way in which I could tell they had hit their stride as a white wife and black bull. Matt's excited texts to me had indicated that they were hooking up on a twice weekly basis, around the same run rate as H and Marcus. I knew from experience that that strange, beautiful dance between them had been perfected by long nights and untold hours of orgiastic fucking and fulfilment. They looked so good together. Thankfully Matt clearly thought the same, practically sobbing with emotion as Sarah widened her hips and sat her ass down plunging Shawn into her from behind. The black man bucked his hips up to meet her forceful grinding on his thick cock, grunting with each stroke. From across the room Melissa could hear her friend start to fuck and her legs snapped to in response. She turned around and pulled Jason to his feet. Their mouths plunged into one another, tongues entwining and black and white fingers and hands all over the place. Out of instinct I dived over to the speaker controls and turned it up a notch. I knew this was going to be special.

Jason's long black palms hooked around Melissa's exposed shoulder blades and pulled her close into him. His hands travelled downwards to her waist before he hoisted her tall form off the floor. She inhaled practically hiccuping with shock as her body bent back in midair. As tall and lean as Jason was and however less chunky than his brother he was he was clearly deceptively strong. He walked her forward and off to the side, her body ramming into the front wall to the side of the elegant Victorian window shutters. In a split second his long black Cuban cigar of a dick disappeared into Melissa's truly owned sex. She was being fucked by a handpicked and fierce black stud. I reminded myself that I should thank Sarah the following morning.

The scent of the room was flooded by the unmistakable taste of raw interracial fucking as Sarah and Melissa timed their hip movements so their cries and screams overlapped with one another. They had had a lot of practice at the IR parties and events we had all attended back in London. It didn't matter that I'd never seen these two black bulls in action before. It was clear that Sarah (and Matt) had struck gold. The brothers screwed our horny, lascivious wives beyond the point of any reason. Fucked them until their heads span and they saw stars. That's why they were where they were and why I was where I was I thought numbly as my naked back slid down the wall to the floor, my tiny white thing lying hard and sore in my hand. I couldn't hold off squirting onto the weathered wooden floor as my prone naked white body fell to the ground. My last thought before my head rolled back was that at least I'd lasted longer than Matt who was already crying and whimpering somewhere back there, whispering his thanks to Shawn between his sobs. But not long enough to fully take in Sarah and then Melissa screaming out their climaxes in quick succession, their dominant black lovers not far behind them.

As the moon moved across the sky on the south coast me and one of my closest cuckold friends were having the very great pleasure attending to our beautiful wives messy blacked vaginas, their lovers long gone by now. From where I was on my knees in not inconsiderable pain with my joints digging into the hard surface I could hear the squelches and quivers from Sarah's flooded, ruined pussy. 'Ooh' she exhaled, her lips pursed. 'Oh yeah... oh yeah Matt. Pop out a bit will you?' She pushed him away for a sec so he could take in Shawn's handiwork once more. 'Look what the big black man did to your wife lovely boy' she whispered in her soft northern accent.

I continued my own sucking and licking. I knew Melissa had no more to give in terms of her body but I was enjoying the bonding as was she. She smiled down at me stroking my hair. 'Mmm... might have to make a return visit before too long huh?' I nodded into her unable to speak, my nose bumping her clit and she crushed down her eyes with the sensation. 'Great company... healthy country living... makes me feel ughhh vigorous...' she chuckled at some idle thought. 'Must be all that sea air' she said.