I gulped. I was'nt sure how Amanda would see the gift, but since it came from my heart I was fairly sure she would accept it in the spirit I was giving it. My voice trembled slightly as I whispered back,
"I don't know if this will be appropriate sweetheart...you'll use it...but I feel that it's for both of us...for different reasons. I...
I bought it on an impulse on the way over this afternoon."
I knew Amanda could see the sincerity in my eyes. She turned her head back to the gift and began unwrapping it as I held the bottom. With the wrapping off, Amanda opened the box and pulled out two glass bottles. The
label read 'Anal-ease' on one and 'Black-ease' on the other. The lady at the sex shop had told me that the oils where specially formulated to aid the insertion of large black penises. Amanda twisted around in my arms and I dropped the box on the floor. She looked at me with big moist eyes.
"Is it appropriate for the loving husband to give his fiancee oils to aid her consumation?" I whispered softly to her.
My fiancee wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me passionately.
She pulled her face away then quietly replied,
"It's very appropriate darling...and very loving. Does this mean that you've accepted my beliefs?
I beamed at her and said,
"Yes sweetheart,...completely. I'm a little shocked by it and it still feels weird, but I can't wait for our wedding night!"
Amanda grinned broadly at me then buried her face in my neck, hugging me hard. After a few minutes Amanda and I turned towards the gown and stood there admiring it. She still had the bottles in her hand and she reached over and placed them on the bed. I moved my hand slowly over the bodice of the gown, carressing the breasts. The feel of the smooth satin was intensly sensual.
"I can only imagine how beautiful you're going to look in it sweetheart." I said quietly looking at her. Amanda grinned and blushed back at me, snuggling close.
Eventually we made our way back to the living room. Amanda was now back to her bouncy bubbly old self. She was obviously relieved, and I knew she was looking forward to our wedding as much as I was.
The following Sunday I showed up at her door early in the morning. She was quite surprised when she opened the door and said so.
"What brings you here so early sweetheart?" Amanda went to church with her parents each Sunday morning. I had never gone as I was'nt much for church. I answered her,
"I'd like to go to church with you. Would that be okay Amanda?" I waited expectantly for her answer.
Amanda grinned broadly and answered,
"Of course John! Please,...come in."
Once inside, Amanda swarmed into my arms. We embraced and kissed warmly.
"I was going to ask you to come with me one Sunday. I'm so glad you've decided to attend a service." Amanda said to me.
She poured me tea and we sat in the kitchen making small talk while we waited for her parents to pick her up. When they finally arrived, they where both surprised and pleased to learn that I would be attending a service with them. The implications of Amanda's parents belonging to the same church as my fiancee dawned on me for the first time. Amanda's mother was a beautiful woman and the thought of her surrendering to a massive black penis was exciting.
The church service was quite normal. We sang a few hymns and followed the minister in prayer. He gave a well spoken sermon on the value of family and friends. I did'nt stare but I could'nt help but notice that all the women where exceptionally beautiful. There where also a large number of black men in the congregation. They all had jet black skin and appeared to be well muscled under their suits. The women where all with men whom I assumed where their husbands. The black men all appeared to be single. In all, the congregation numbered about eighty people with maybe fifteen of them being single black men.
The church itself was small and cosy. There was an alter where a large gold cross was flanked by two black sculptures of penises. The area behind the alter where the choir would normally be was hidden by translucent curtains. As the area was'nt illuminated, so it was impossible to see into it.
About when I thought the service must be ending, all the black men moved to the front of the church and lined up in two rows facing the congregation. The minister (another black) handed each of the men a short rod of some kind. As this was happening, all the white men left there seats and lined the aisle facing inwards. I looked at Amanda questioningly but she only smiled warmly in return and squeezed my hand. As a guest in the church I did'nt know if it was proper for me to join the other men.
The minister started walking slowly down the aisle and the black men followed in a double row. At the same time, all the white husbands unzipped their pants and pulled out their penises, letting them hang out the front of their pants. As the processing of black men walked slowly down the aisle, each one would lightly smack the white penis beside them. It did'nt appear to be hard enough to really hurt them; it was more as a submissive gesture to the black sex masters. I went suddenly cold as I found myself letting go of Amanda's hand and moving out into the aisle beside Amanda's father. I unzipped myself and pulled out my penis. My hands dropped to my side and I stood there shaking from the power of the moment and the realization that I had become a cuckold. I was embaressed to be here doing this and at the same time, proud to be a part of this congregation. I avoided any eye contact and could feel that I was blushing profusly. My silent embarressment was broken by a nudge at my elbow. I glanced sideways at Amanda's father. He nodded his head slightly, giving me a warm smile of welcome and understanding. I managed a weak smile in return then returned my gaze to the feet of the man facing me. It seemed the safest place to look. The procession arrived at me and I tensed up as the man next to me had his penis whipped. A few seconds later the whip was brought down on mine and I jerked a bit at it's impact. Thankfully it only stung a bit. As the procession made their way passed me, my penis was struck eight or nine times. It throbbed a bit and was slightly numb. The black men had now arrived at the back of the church and I followed the other men's lead as the put their penises back in their pants and zipped themselves up. We then moved into the center of the aisle and turned to offer our arms to our ladies as they filed out of the pews. Amanda was beaming with pride as she slipped her arm into my elbow. Her smile was warm and loving, her eyes twinkled with delight. My impulsive act had
obviously delighted her.
The procession had lined up in two rows on either side of the side door.
Each husband would stand aside as his wife would wrap her arms around a black mans neck and kiss him passionately and deeply. The white couple then proceeded thru the side door. The line of couples moved ahead till Amanda stood in front of one of the black men. She was'nt shy as she slipped into his arms and offered her lips to him. He kissed her hard, his jaw muscles working as his tongue probed my fiancees mouth. I flushed with excitement as I watched Amanda and the black man kiss. After a minute or two the black man let my sweetheart go and she turned back to me taking my arm. The sight of Amanda submitting to this black man so eagerly still burned in my mind and I let her lead me out the door. We descended a few steps to arrive in the church's vestibule. The congregation was in small groups talking and laughing. It was a normal after church gathering. The men shook hands while the ladies hugged. Coffee, tea and pastries where laid out along one wall. Amanda led me over and fixed me a cup of tea. I took it from her gratefully and drank some to calm the tingling in my nerves. I Did'nt know what to say to her but she seemed to understand. She leaned up to me and whispered in my ear,
"I'm so proud of you darling. I never expected that you'd take part."
"I did'nt plan it Amanda, it just seemed right at the time." I whispered back into her hair.
Amanda smiled back at me then got her own tea. Arm in arm we circulated around meeting people. I noticed that I was not introduced to any of the black men. They milled about meeting the ladies. They would step up to a woman, kiss her soundly, then talk with her for a few moments with their arms around her. They completely ignored the husbands. The only exception was the minister who shook the mens hands and talked with the couple or group, not just the ladies. Several of the black men kissed and talked with Amanda. They all remarked about how they where looking forward to her wedding. Amanda would blush and smile at them coquetishly, her eyes twinkling with desire. Occassionally she would glance at me as if testing
my reaction to all this.
"I don't know if this will be appropriate sweetheart...you'll use it...but I feel that it's for both of us...for different reasons. I...
I bought it on an impulse on the way over this afternoon."
I knew Amanda could see the sincerity in my eyes. She turned her head back to the gift and began unwrapping it as I held the bottom. With the wrapping off, Amanda opened the box and pulled out two glass bottles. The
label read 'Anal-ease' on one and 'Black-ease' on the other. The lady at the sex shop had told me that the oils where specially formulated to aid the insertion of large black penises. Amanda twisted around in my arms and I dropped the box on the floor. She looked at me with big moist eyes.
"Is it appropriate for the loving husband to give his fiancee oils to aid her consumation?" I whispered softly to her.
My fiancee wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me passionately.
She pulled her face away then quietly replied,
"It's very appropriate darling...and very loving. Does this mean that you've accepted my beliefs?
I beamed at her and said,
"Yes sweetheart,...completely. I'm a little shocked by it and it still feels weird, but I can't wait for our wedding night!"
Amanda grinned broadly at me then buried her face in my neck, hugging me hard. After a few minutes Amanda and I turned towards the gown and stood there admiring it. She still had the bottles in her hand and she reached over and placed them on the bed. I moved my hand slowly over the bodice of the gown, carressing the breasts. The feel of the smooth satin was intensly sensual.
"I can only imagine how beautiful you're going to look in it sweetheart." I said quietly looking at her. Amanda grinned and blushed back at me, snuggling close.
Eventually we made our way back to the living room. Amanda was now back to her bouncy bubbly old self. She was obviously relieved, and I knew she was looking forward to our wedding as much as I was.
The following Sunday I showed up at her door early in the morning. She was quite surprised when she opened the door and said so.
"What brings you here so early sweetheart?" Amanda went to church with her parents each Sunday morning. I had never gone as I was'nt much for church. I answered her,
"I'd like to go to church with you. Would that be okay Amanda?" I waited expectantly for her answer.
Amanda grinned broadly and answered,
"Of course John! Please,...come in."
Once inside, Amanda swarmed into my arms. We embraced and kissed warmly.
"I was going to ask you to come with me one Sunday. I'm so glad you've decided to attend a service." Amanda said to me.
She poured me tea and we sat in the kitchen making small talk while we waited for her parents to pick her up. When they finally arrived, they where both surprised and pleased to learn that I would be attending a service with them. The implications of Amanda's parents belonging to the same church as my fiancee dawned on me for the first time. Amanda's mother was a beautiful woman and the thought of her surrendering to a massive black penis was exciting.
The church service was quite normal. We sang a few hymns and followed the minister in prayer. He gave a well spoken sermon on the value of family and friends. I did'nt stare but I could'nt help but notice that all the women where exceptionally beautiful. There where also a large number of black men in the congregation. They all had jet black skin and appeared to be well muscled under their suits. The women where all with men whom I assumed where their husbands. The black men all appeared to be single. In all, the congregation numbered about eighty people with maybe fifteen of them being single black men.
The church itself was small and cosy. There was an alter where a large gold cross was flanked by two black sculptures of penises. The area behind the alter where the choir would normally be was hidden by translucent curtains. As the area was'nt illuminated, so it was impossible to see into it.
About when I thought the service must be ending, all the black men moved to the front of the church and lined up in two rows facing the congregation. The minister (another black) handed each of the men a short rod of some kind. As this was happening, all the white men left there seats and lined the aisle facing inwards. I looked at Amanda questioningly but she only smiled warmly in return and squeezed my hand. As a guest in the church I did'nt know if it was proper for me to join the other men.
The minister started walking slowly down the aisle and the black men followed in a double row. At the same time, all the white husbands unzipped their pants and pulled out their penises, letting them hang out the front of their pants. As the processing of black men walked slowly down the aisle, each one would lightly smack the white penis beside them. It did'nt appear to be hard enough to really hurt them; it was more as a submissive gesture to the black sex masters. I went suddenly cold as I found myself letting go of Amanda's hand and moving out into the aisle beside Amanda's father. I unzipped myself and pulled out my penis. My hands dropped to my side and I stood there shaking from the power of the moment and the realization that I had become a cuckold. I was embaressed to be here doing this and at the same time, proud to be a part of this congregation. I avoided any eye contact and could feel that I was blushing profusly. My silent embarressment was broken by a nudge at my elbow. I glanced sideways at Amanda's father. He nodded his head slightly, giving me a warm smile of welcome and understanding. I managed a weak smile in return then returned my gaze to the feet of the man facing me. It seemed the safest place to look. The procession arrived at me and I tensed up as the man next to me had his penis whipped. A few seconds later the whip was brought down on mine and I jerked a bit at it's impact. Thankfully it only stung a bit. As the procession made their way passed me, my penis was struck eight or nine times. It throbbed a bit and was slightly numb. The black men had now arrived at the back of the church and I followed the other men's lead as the put their penises back in their pants and zipped themselves up. We then moved into the center of the aisle and turned to offer our arms to our ladies as they filed out of the pews. Amanda was beaming with pride as she slipped her arm into my elbow. Her smile was warm and loving, her eyes twinkled with delight. My impulsive act had
obviously delighted her.
The procession had lined up in two rows on either side of the side door.
Each husband would stand aside as his wife would wrap her arms around a black mans neck and kiss him passionately and deeply. The white couple then proceeded thru the side door. The line of couples moved ahead till Amanda stood in front of one of the black men. She was'nt shy as she slipped into his arms and offered her lips to him. He kissed her hard, his jaw muscles working as his tongue probed my fiancees mouth. I flushed with excitement as I watched Amanda and the black man kiss. After a minute or two the black man let my sweetheart go and she turned back to me taking my arm. The sight of Amanda submitting to this black man so eagerly still burned in my mind and I let her lead me out the door. We descended a few steps to arrive in the church's vestibule. The congregation was in small groups talking and laughing. It was a normal after church gathering. The men shook hands while the ladies hugged. Coffee, tea and pastries where laid out along one wall. Amanda led me over and fixed me a cup of tea. I took it from her gratefully and drank some to calm the tingling in my nerves. I Did'nt know what to say to her but she seemed to understand. She leaned up to me and whispered in my ear,
"I'm so proud of you darling. I never expected that you'd take part."
"I did'nt plan it Amanda, it just seemed right at the time." I whispered back into her hair.
Amanda smiled back at me then got her own tea. Arm in arm we circulated around meeting people. I noticed that I was not introduced to any of the black men. They milled about meeting the ladies. They would step up to a woman, kiss her soundly, then talk with her for a few moments with their arms around her. They completely ignored the husbands. The only exception was the minister who shook the mens hands and talked with the couple or group, not just the ladies. Several of the black men kissed and talked with Amanda. They all remarked about how they where looking forward to her wedding. Amanda would blush and smile at them coquetishly, her eyes twinkling with desire. Occassionally she would glance at me as if testing
my reaction to all this.
