Mr. Black & Mr. White

By Ellie Keys

Brought up in a world they didn’t ask to be a part of, these two men do what is needed to make a name for themselves and take control of a situation they never wanted. 
Mr. black is the passionate, controlled one of the two.  Everything is about the end result.  The peaks and valleys suit his rough and tumble nature.
Mr. white is the clean cut, crisp and sometimes cruel one of the two.  All that he is has to do with the details. 
The pleasure found when these two work in tandem is awe-inspiring enough to cause members of their society to work together to rid their group of two of the most renowned names to ever step foot in a playroom.
When a past incident comes to light and the one they left behind is threatened, will the two do what is necessary to save her or will the masters of Domination make the ultimate sacrifice?

Deception is a game best played by a master!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: E.L.R. Jones
• Release date: Aug 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536501360

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To my Isaiah, you will always be my biggest cheerleader and my mother, my writing partner.

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1

The introduction

One year ago

I watch her almost every day. I see her. I see this whole other side of her and I just can't take my eyes off of who it is that I am seeing. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She is perfect, exquisite, the very reason I find I have joy in my life. This sexy little woman is the one who sets my world on fire. How could I not love and desire her above all others? She has the perfect video vixen body. Every one of her assets is mind blowing and well ... perfect.

I am not one to shy away from paying a compliment. Hell, I’ll state that I have paid myself a you’re one sexy motherfucker a time or two. I'm not ashamed to admit that what I'm daily looking at in the mirror, packing in my pants, and bringing to the bedroom isn't anything to snuff at. I look damn good. I work out. I eat right and don't overindulge in anything, but fulfilling my woman's every need. I am six foot three of a lonely housewife's living, breathing dream machine. The hazel eyes, deep brown skin, goatee (most days) and killer dimples help seal the enamored woman's fate. Not that I've done anything of that sort since I married Diamond five years ago. Still, not even my wedding band seems to deter a determined woman's advances.

See one of us on our own and heads turn. The two of us together is somewhat awe inspiring if I do say so myself. Don’t worry, I will. We've been told on several occasions that it's not fair to look at the two of us together. Don't get me wrong, we both have our flaws.

I'm staring at one of her flaws right now. Still, I love her through and through. The flaw that many men and most females couldn't handle is the one that makes me hard as fucking steel. I'm about to fucking explode in my pants as I watch from the eighth-floor window of a building directly across the street from the hotel I paid for. 

I am seeing just how excited she is. Yet, the guilt is still there. I see it in those eyes that captivated me so long ago. I think that makes me feel a little better and this even sexier. She feels guilty for what she is doing. It's not going to stop her. She's reached the point of no return. Being able to let loose this side of herself has made her a better lover for me and allowed her to live out a fantasy she doesn't know I know about.

Her beautiful, soft brown skin seems to glow a little bit more as she lies back and opens for this other man's eyes to see. I can see his eyes flare and the slight smile that plays at her lips. She enjoys being open to this man. This man that is not me.

In spite of that fact, I see just how ready she is for this interaction. Her juices are flowing freely and her body is practically vibrating. More of that wetness is produced as he begins to undress. Those wonderful, deep, brown eyes appear to grow a shade darker as she grows even more excited than she was before.

The shirt is the first to be removed from his body then he pauses. He slowly undoes the buckle of his pants before pulling it completely from them. Her hips begin to move on the bed in anticipation. Her building need is recognized not only by me but by Mr. Blue Eyes, Daniel Nielson. He palms his jean covered dick in an attempt to stave off the release I know he wants. I know he does because I can see the evidence of it before he releases himself from those low riding, well-worn pants that I know she loves.

He is the quintessential businessman during the week and a bull riding cowboy on the weekend. It's what she's secretly drawn to. Her journals are filled with the hidden dreams that she didn't want anyone to know about. I was stupefied then horny as hell when I read them, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I want to focus on the hot as fuck scene before me. It'll be a moment until I can get into the details of how my wife and I got here. The story of my wife and her secret lover is probably one that will shock and surprise you. I'm living the shit and still can't fucking believe it.

I'll explain it all, including my newly acquired voyeuristic side; the one I had no clue I had. If you would've told me four months ago that I would be here jacking myself off as I watch some other man not only fuck my wife, but doing things to her that I never even fucking imagined doing to her or thought she would enjoy, then I probably would've permanently reset your face for you. I definitely wouldn't have believed that I would be the person to have set this shit up.

Right now ... damn ... right now my little head is the only fucking thing that can focus. I don't usually enjoy seeing another man's shit hard, soft or otherwise. What is going to get me off in the worst way is watching that solid, rock hard, white rod as it plunges deep into the depths of my wife's sheath. Seeing those plump, brown lips glistening with the nectar of her arousal, then swallowing whole his milky, white piece ... FUCK if I'm not about to cum myself just thinking about it. The shit he does to my beautiful woman has me counting down the moments to the next time I can set something up for the two of them.

I look through my scope that’s set up in the room that I’ve been renting for the past three months and my hand is cupping my balls before I realize I even thought it. This man could teach a class in the art of eating out a woman’s pussy. I’ve enjoyed performing the task on plenty, but seeing him do it is a work of fucking art.

I've wanted to try a couple things myself during my time with my wife, but I'm afraid she'll realize the truth with such a slip-up.  So, I watch. His tongue works a slow trail from back to front, then back again. He does a quick lap around the entire area then licks around her clit while his finger slides around her puss ...

FUCK! I can hear her panting turn to a moan as he begins a slow plunge of one, then two fingers in her center. She is fighting her binding. He wrapped her wrists in his belt, then took her belt from her jacket and bound her other wrist together to the headboard. Her fingers are repeatedly clinching and unclinching. The man is merciless as her pleas begin.

It’s always this way. He takes his time, making her wait for him to be ready to release her in every way possible. He’s in complete control. Her ass is off the bed as soon as his tongue replaces his fingers. Her nipples are just as erect as both of our dicks. We are both palming them, running our hands up and down the turgid flesh. My cock is primed and ready for release. From the increase in the tempo of his slurping of my wife’s slit, I know that he is too.

His mouth covers the top of her mound and the sucking sound plus what had to be the feeling that came from the pressure he’d placed there set my wife off. There is a scream of his name, then a whimpered, Yes. Oh shit yes, Danny Boy. (The nickname she gave him.) Please don’t stop.

She pleaded. The plea had both Danny Boy and myself stopping our ministrations. Both of our hands were grabbing hold to the head to try and stop the impending release.

My Chocolate Queen, that’s not happening anytime soon. I’m going to take you now, nice and slow. After I make you cum at least twice more, then I’m firing off my release. I’m going to take a breath. It isn’t going to be long before I’m ready again. Looking at you and hearing you practically begging me to take you will have me set to ride you hard enough to nail a hole in the wall. That last release will have the neighboring rooms’ occupants rushing to get the KY oil. I need you, Di. Fuck baby, I’m about to shoot off just thinking about how hard I’m going to take you, he told her just before he stood to his full six feet.

His hand was wrapped around his piece and teasing her engorged nether lips. He slipped inside of her then slipped out just as quickly. Her voice came through the speakers of my room. 

Please, Danny, stop teasing me. I need you to take me. Ooooooh, you feel so good, baby.

Yeah, baby. It feels so fucking good when I slide into ... damn baby. Oh yeah, his voice was strained as he tried to speak while plunging deep into her, balls deep. 

I’d heard it. I even felt it, but seeing that shit had me on the edge of the chair. He stilled as she came again. He was losing his hold. His body began to tremble and I could see the tension in his body. I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t going to let her not get to the three orgasms he promised.

He pulled out completely and she cried out when she didn’t feel him deep within her any longer. His tongue was back there. She was practically floating above the bed. The only thing keeping her down was the binding. He ate her like there was nothing else that he had to do. She was his main course and he was enjoying every fucking morsel.

A growl filled the space of my room. Seconds later, she was a fucking siren. His name and shit yeah or fuck me could be heard between the screams. My hands couldn’t move fast enough over my dick. I imagined I was standing at her head and her mouth was prepping me for the deep plunge down her throat. The sounds of two bodies pounding into each other, then a pause could be heard from the speakers. It also pulled me back to the show set up in front of me. His frantic motions ceased and he slowly, tortuously moved within her, then out again.

Her whispered oh ... oh ... no .... mmm, baby .... fuck was barely heard. A tear escaped her eye as he grabbed hold to her breast with one hand then worked the thumb of his other hand over her clit. The fourth release was all of our undoing. He pumped once ... twice, then a third time. As he screamed that he was coming, my own release shot up my stomach. The warmth of it made me wish that I was pumping all of it into my wife.

Moments later, she was out. He pulled out, then stood there looking down at her for a few minutes before speaking.

Fuck man, if she’s not the finest thing when she’s asleep. I have to have her again before she goes home. 

That was for me. He knew there were microphones in the room. I was in complete agreement. They had the room for another six hours. I had no objections to them having another session. The sooner the better was what I was thinking.

He must've had the same idea. Danny moved to the in-suite restroom and grabbed a towel from the rack. He cleaned himself up. As he walked back to where she was softly snoring, I could see that his Johnson was at full attention.

That was all it took for me to get ready. I wanted to see this hard as fuck taking of my wife. It was just the way things seemed to work out. He knew Diamond well enough to know that the next taking had to be hard and fast because her pussy would be spasming around his length from his already thorough taking of her.

Curiosity reigned supreme in my mind. I wanted to see how he was going to get my sleeping beauty set and ready to go for