The pushback begins

There was a period of adjustment. It seemed that Kian was at least a little weary of Tom, a state of affairs that Tom did nothing to ease. He made sexist comments over dinner but managed to  keep respectful enough that the two men never got too heated. Sarah was stuck in between them agreeing internally with Tom but incapable of arguing against Kian because she knew that she  couldn’t help herself around him and would do a lot to keep him happy.

Meanwhile, the world outside continued to adjust to the new state of  affairs. Some women had escaped the change. Pockets of more remote  communities had not caught the change. This was creating a strange  secondary class of women both more desirable because of their freedom of  choice in partners and less by the physically altering aspect of the  wish. They were such a small part of the population that it was treated  almost like an abnormality. The complete logical fallacy of the state of  the world was happily ignored by all and moves were underway by  different countries to bring more black males into their populations and  tourism to predominantly black countries was growing in popularity. It  struck Tom that Kian’s  social issues had been preventing him from taking full advantage of the  situation. He was essentially a very immature young man.

Those first few days were mostly spent with Kian and Sarah having regular sex. A couple of times a day but each session was quite  long. They kept it to the guest room and outside of that Kian had been a  little more standoffish with Sarah. Of course, that situation didn’t last. Tom knew it wouldn’t and deep down he didn’t want it to. It was extremely  erotic listening to his wife screaming in pleasure with her black lover  but his own perversion wanted more edge to their situation. Several  times he held the coin in his hand, listening to them fuck while he  fantasised about ways he could fuck himself over even more. He hadn’t  taken that leap, choosing instead to see what happened and trusting to  the arrogance of youth.

It started when Tom walked into the kitchen. Sarah and Kian were making out, Kian’s hand down the back of Sarah’s shorts. For a moment Kian stopped and looked at Tom. Sarah turned her head to see what he was looking at. “Hi, baby,” she said but  she was more interested in kissing her lover and was urging him to  bring his attention back to her. Kian slowly allowed himself to be drawn  back. Tom saw the slightest hint of a smirk on Kian’s lips before he pressed them back onto Sarah’s.

Tom made a quick exit  as he had an erection and he wasn’t ready to be that blatant about his  desires. He stood outside the kitchen looking in. Watching the man  possessively grope his wife. He might have seen more recorded on video  but seeing it in his own kitchen, in the flesh, made it all the more  intense for him. “Mmm, I can’t take this teasing anymore. Can we fuck  now?” Sarah urged.

“You are a greedy slut aren’t you?” he told her.

“You know I am, baby. I’m greedy for that big black cock. I want it in me all the time.”

“Goi and put something sexy on and do your makeup. I want you looking slutty.”

“Yes, daddy,”

“Mmm, you know I love it when you call me that.”

“I know, daddy. I’ll be right back.” With that, she turned and Tom had to dip into the living room to avoid being caught.

Kian also went upstairs and Tom heard him go into the guest room. He decided to go upstairs too and bump into Sarah getting changed.

The way she covered her bare chest as he walked in did nothing but fuel his arousal. “Hey, what’s up?” she asked him.

“Oh, nothing. I just thought I heard you go into the guest room,” he lied.

“Were you coming to masturbate while listening?” she asked with a smile.

“You caught me. Sorry.”

“No, you don’t have to apologise. I’m glad you are getting something out of all this.”

Tom took a moment to  enjoy the view. She had her breasts covered but she was still in a tiny  thong and her arse was beautifully displayed. “What are you doing,  anyway?” he asked.

“Dressing up for Kian. He likes me to look trashy. He keeps pestering  me to dress like it all the time but I’ve been putting him off, just  keeping it to the bedroom.”

“Why are you putting it off?

Sarah blushed. I don’t  want you to lose respect for me. He wants me to look super whorish. He  said he also wants me to get some piercings. I know I dress a lot  sluttier than I used to but this is pretty much the last step before he  asks me to be naked and available at all times.” She subconsciously bit  her lip at the idea of it.

He risked walking up to her and putting his hands on her shoulders.  Touching her in such a simple way made him rock hard. “I would never  lose respect for you. I don’t blame you for how most women are.” It was  his way of saying, I don’t blame you for making you like this in the  first place. “If making him happy makes you happy then you should do it  but only if you want to.”

She smiled sweetly up at him. “Thank you. Could you give me some money to get some more clothes then?”

Tom chuckled at the sheer audacity of that request. “Why not,” he said.

She beamed up at him. “Maybe I should let you stay while I change?  Kian doesn't need to know. I won’t look at you if you want to touch  yourself. A little thank you treat.” She shrugged her shoulders to make  him take his hands off her then, pretending he wasn’t there, she went  about changing.

Tom was convinced that  she left her top off on purpose as she did her makeup. He couldn’t see  much but the view of her naked back and the generous hint of side boob  was enough. He didn’t last long. He caught a glimpse of a smirk on her  face as he came. “That is why black guys are better,” she said as if to  nobody.

He didn’t leave, determined to get the very most out of the moment.  She finished her super bold makeup and slipped on a pair of cutoff jeans  that were so small they were more like underwear and a white vest top  that didn’t completely cover her breasts. To finish it off she put on a  pair of scandalously high heels that were more strap than shoe and put  her hair up in twin tails. She turned to face Tom. What do you think?” she asked.

“Like a cheap whore,” he said with kindness.

“Thanks, that’s the idea,” she said with a smile. “He really wants me  to get a manicure and a pedicure. He wants me on long impractical  nails. The trouble is that the hospital wouldn’t allow it.”

“You should talk to them about it,” he suggested. “A lot of things  have changed recently. I wouldn’t be surprised if there is a big call  for a change in hospital policy.”

Sarah looked thoughtful  and nodded, a gesture that looked strange with her trashy appearance.  She looked like thoughts should be something for other girls. “You know  what? I think you might be onto something. A lot of the girls at work  are finding themselves busy trying to keep their black men happy,  especially as most of them have to share.”

“You are lucky then, having Kian all to yourself.”

Sarah sighed. “Yeah but  I’m not sure for how long. Even he is starting to realise that he has  more status these days. I think it’s only a matter of time before he  realises that he could get many more women,” she said.

“Maybe you should cut him off at the pass,” said Tom.

Sarah looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Help him find women. Set him up and you can maybe maintain your status as his lead woman.”

“I don’t know. I’d rather just have him to myself. I’ll give it some  thought.” She went over and kissed his cheek. “Thanks. I’m glad I have  you to talk this out with. I don’t want to keep him waiting anymore.”  She looked at the clock. “Maybe make dinner for a little later tonight  or leave something we could reheat?”

“Sure, go and have fun.”

She kissed him again. He watched are almost exposed ass walk out of  the bedroom. The word harem was creeping into common usage. If Kian was  going to have a harem then Tom wanted it to be made up of women that Tom would feel most jealous of Kian for having. He headed to his office,  taking a moment to enjoy the wet slurping sounds coming from the guest  room. He needed to make a list.