I'd highly recommend reading part 1 as this will start to make sense.

It was now three weeks since we met Errol for the first time, there would be many more to come before the final conclusion but in the meantime it was just what I thought was an odd threesome, that being I would watch as he played with her. Ok I'll admit I did enjoy watching her with another man again and I enjoyed her being pleasured by him , the contrasts of skin colour was sensuous in its own right as his large hands made their way over her petite white body , but this was somehow different. From that first encounter, I noticed my wife would now use the black dildos more often as part of our love making. She'd often tell me whilst in the throes of love making how she'd love Errol's huge cock Inside her to have a living real black cock stretching her, I will admit that was a bit off putting whilst I was inside her but that was just her fantasy, wasn't it? Then she said something I was dreading , after one of our sex sessions. Looking at me she just came out with it, pulling out the larger of her black dildos, ‘ I wonder what this would feel like if this was Errol's cock cumming in me’ she'd said something similar before but I shrugged it off as just a heat of the moment comment. she added ‘ please don't get me wrong, it would just be sex , nothing more ,I still love you’ well that didn't make me feel any better but they had obviously been chatting as she added that I could be there and take photos for us, ok that but appealed to me but still I was taken aback at how fast this was going. My wife's obsession grew and grew, the next parcel she got really was an eye opener, a dildo, black of course, the largest and thickest one I'd ever seen! It certainly wasn't from the sex shop we used that's for sure! It was a present from Errol with a note, ‘ start using this ‘ that was it. My wife had really taken to having larger objects inserted into her, yes I enjoyed helping her but I think all the time she was thinking of him. Things came to a head one night and in an argument just came out with it that she wanted Errol to fuck her, she needed to experience a large black cock in her, not a rubber one. I would be there to witness it and if I wanted to take photos, ok part of me was devastated,the other part really wanted to go through with this. I will admit, it took a few days to process all this and her sudden ‘ need for a BBC Yes this was difficult for me but I knew I'd be driven into a corner. Eventually I conceded, Jayne thanked me for being so understanding. Within minutes she was on the phone to him, I decided it was time for a quick walk and clear my head and try and understand what I'd just agreed too. Whilst out I got a call from him, he actually apologised for my own wife's behaviour, he told me that he wouldn't do anything without my say so, all they'd do would be the same as before , maybe some oral but that would be that with the added bonus I'd be there like before but I could photograph my wife with him. Well that seemed a good compromise? I agreed without thinking, I think it was the way he spoke to me that put me back at ease with it all, normalising the situation as if it was an everyday occurrence. my wife however wasn't overly pleased but agreed to the rules. Errol set up another meeting at the same hotel, just a note to ask my wife to wear certain ‘ items’ for him. Even at this point I was not suspicious of his intentions for my wife, this was just a ‘ soft swing, just a bit of extramarital excitement for us both. After all, as Jayne would often say ‘ it's just sex, nothing more, I still love you Jayne went shopping for ‘ those items’ Errol asked her to wear for him when we all met again. Jayne took some time shopping, what she came back with made me impatient for her to meet Errol again! The items? Well a sheer white blouse, very sheer!, a black bra, thin material, soft to the touch and also translucent that wouldn't hide anything within, a knee length thin black pvc type skirt. Black suspender belt with sheer stockings that must have cost a small fortune just on their own, to finish off the look , a pair of black stilettos, the heels? Well they certainly were that, a good six inches of them, I've never seen Jayne in heels like these but just looking at what she'd bought gave me such a hard on I couldn't resist the temptation and soon as I got the chance I had to relieve myself in the bathroom, it was still three days before we would all meet up, I just hoped I could last that long, oh how my mind had been changed about all this, I was still adamant that Errol wasn't to penetrate my wife, no matter what, much to Jaynes frustration. The day came, and I'm ashamed to say it but this day couldn't have come soon enough!’ I found the compact camera and had it charged up ready, my wife had a shower and went into the bedroom to get ready. I waited downstairs, in fact I waited some time! Then I heard a loud tapping sound on the wooden floor, holding onto the bannisters , she slowly made her way down the stairs, in those high heeled stilettos. I watched her every step, I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked although a bit slutty to boot. Her sheer blouse did nothing to hide her thin black translucent bra underneath, her nipples clearly visible in the right light, the pvc skirt looked a little tight on her legs but that's how it should fit she said, the faint outline of her suspenders running down from her waist, her sheer stockings looked expensive! as did her stilettos. If I could have, and now I wished I had of, I'd have taken her there and then! but she was Errol's, I just didn't know it then. Getting to the hotel, we walked what I later called the walk of shame as we walked through the foyer populated with people, looking at my wife and her attire. Or maybe lack of it as the lights in the ceiling revealed her young voluptuous body. Somehow we made that walk without incident, but I could sense eyes were watching us as we made our way to the lift and to the room Errol was in. A knock on the door, which was open, we walked in, it looked like Errol was waiting somewhat impatiently for us, or at least my wife. He was already stripped down to his boxers, the huge bulge within them desperately trying to hide his excitement. Pointing to the chair near the bed but not as close as last time ‘ you bring a camera’? I nodded ‘ good, sit there’ I did as I was told. He stood on the other side of the bed, to create a barrier between us as he beckoned my wife to join him. I'll admit, I was l full of trepidation but at the same time, excitement and expectation, switching the camera on, Errol's domination of my wife began. standing behind her his hands caressed her tits, softly at first through the thin blouse, then with more pressure, pushing them into every conceivable shape as his hand now roughly went over them. Errol watched me as he did this, an act of defiance? As he slowly took my wife from me for his own sexual satisfaction. Now, unbuttoning her blouse, from the top until he could get his hands into it and caress her tits. Jayne, now eyes closed, her chest rising and falling as she drew in deep breaths. as his hands slowly circled her breasts, squeezing them which made Jayne take a sharp intake of breath. His hands made their way to her back, a quick twist and her bra was undone, lifting the cups up, her breasts fell out, nipples so hard as they pressed against the sheer blouse, large and engorged with blood, I knew from experience they'd be super sensitive and a trigger point for an orgassn. Watching this I was so engrossed that I'd forgotten about the camera! Quickly I picked it up and started clicking away. Errol undid the rest of the buttons and removed it, sniffing at where her breasts had been pushing against it before throwing it to the floor at my feet, he did exactly the same with her bra. His hands now explored her upper body, the contrast of skin colour somehow made this more sexually erotic as he kissed her neck, sucking softly at it, creating his mark on her. I don't think Jayne had opened her eyes once, lost in her own sexual bliss. His hands now went lower to the skirt, I hadn't really noticed, but the outline of her suspenders were now clearly discernible through the tightness of the skirt , no wonder people were looking at us in the foyer as we walked through. In an act I thought was deliberate, he ran his hands over the front of her skirt, his hands over her vagina. I'll never forget that smile as Jayne made a sound as his hands pushed up and down over what must have been by now very moist. Then the end game as he unbuttoned her skirt, the sound of the zip as it was unfastened. The skirt went loose but didn't fall down as expected, Errol got on his knees behind my wife then, looking at me , slowly and deliberately pulled her skirt down, a knowing smile in his face, he knew what I'd see, he was right, the waistband of her skirt lowered to her hips, a slight pause as her hips briefly held onto the waistband to protect what modesty she still had, , then jerked downwards to the floor. The look on my face as I saw she hadn't been wearing any knickers from when we left our house! The look on my face made him smile, he knew he'd now got me and my wife exactly where he wanted us. His hands rubbed over her shaved pussy, I swear he pulled it's lips apart to expose her entrance! He did several deliberate pulls around it which caused my wife's legs to buckle slightly as she encouraged him to carry on pleasuring her. Maybe I was either too trusting or too stupid to believe for one minute that they'd stick to the rules , no kissing and no penetration but both of them seemed at the limits of self control. Errol led her to the bed, she willingly followed him and laid seductively on it, still wearing her black stilettos and her stockings and suspenders, I took several photos of that, I don't think I'd ever seen my wife look so sexy or was that slutty? Now lying at her side, his hands now caressed her body, particular attention paid to her breasts, leaning over to kiss each nipple as his large hands squeezed them out of shape, Jayne gasped as he squeezed each one, his eyes constantly on me as, one hand now traced it's way down her body and between her legs, soft moans from my wife acknowledging its presence as she lifted her legs up to help his fingers caress her labia, this was one of her ‘ trigger ‘ points which resulted in her first climax, Errol looked and smiled at me, I'm not sure how I now felt, watching another man bring my wife to orgasm so easily. Both of them would momentarily lose control, the rules would be broken as the next twenty seconds or so I just froze. It was clear that my wife's needs were urgent, Errol saw this and climbed on top of her, his massive cock dangerously close to her entrance , he moved up and kissed her, their tongues darting in and out of each others mouths as their lips locked together, I couldn't believe it, In their climatic embrace, they'd forgotten our agreement, however what happened next was a violation of our agreement as his hips lowered towards my wife's hips , I saw his cock visabilly bend as he urgently tried to enter her, my wife sensed this as her legs opened widely. In a flash, frozen to the spot, I witnessed at least 5 inches of black cock sink effortlessly into my wife, the reason for the larger dildo now visabilly apparent! She screamed out as I guess she also wasn't expecting that. That scream of surprise or pain brought them both back to reality and to what they'd just done. Errol immediately pulled out of my wife, the five odd inches that made its way into her, now glistened in her juices. Errol quickly apologised, the look of sexual frustration from my wife said it all, had I not been there they'd have gone all the way, being stretched by his monster cock. That effectively ended the session as Errol got dressed, apologised again and quickly left. However my wife was still there on the bed looking totally fuckable, if not disappointed! well this was my chance to claim her back, that was the best half hour of pure raw sex between us, maybe this is what she wants? I was beginning to come round to this idea although it would be several weeks before he got in contact with us again, it was quite a lengthy text to apologise for his ‘ forwardness’ then went on to how he'd like to make amends and carry on where we left off, however there'd be a caveat, that from now on he would fuck my wife , as and when he wanted. This was a major change in direction for us but I guess this would have happened anyway. My wife was already on board with the idea, she just had to convince me, Personally, I wished we'd walked away but that little niggle inside me, remembering the sex my wife and I had just after he left had been playing on my mind which would cause me to have random erections, some I could use with my wife, others, wanking off in the toilet to relieve the pressure when I was on my own. My wife very cleverly didn't push me, it would be my decision, she just nudged me in the right direction. We did discuss this a lot and finally agreed that Errol could fuck her, well she was on the pill so no risk of pregnancy, but this could only happen if I'd be there to watch. I guess this was my first steps into the world of being a submissive cuck. 

This suggestion was put to Errol, it would be a week before he replied. I opened the text when we were together, his reply was simple, 

Part 3 coming soon