Love and Loyalty

SERENA STEELE MONROE

 

A Tangled BNWO Triangle

 

She holds the key to his heart and another thing, too!

 

LOVE and LOYALTY

 

© Copyright 2025 by Serena Steele Monroe

 

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

 

Love and Loyalty

in a

Tangled BNWO Triangle

 

Present Day

 

I’m Randy. I own my house, my business, a big dog that pisses wherever he wants. But my wife, McKenzie, belongs to a man named D’Andre, a man she calls her bull and master. I’m hers, too, though, for the moment, at least. At this moment, she gives me the come here eyes that make me drip in my shorts. She has that look about her, the one that says to me I’ll soon taste again her before D’Andre takes his property. I give a little chuckle, understanding how great I have it.

This morning, I make her cum and only use my tongue. Remembering proper form, I ask permission as her unworthy white husband.

 

“Can I give it to you, babe?” I ask.

 

She pretends she must think it over.

 

“Perhaps a little, but I don’t want to be sore for D’Andre” she says.

 

But a little turns into a lot. I lose track of how many times she grabs me by the hair and I never want it to end.

 

“McKenzie,” I say.

 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

 

It tastes yummy and lasts forever for me but is probably 30 minutes. A super warm-up for this weekend, when he takes over and takes her. I can’t wait to watch.

 

After she has me hard like a pipe, she dresses. Teasing me. When she’s in one of her moods, McKenzie will put on one thing after another and ask me how she looks for him. She loves it when I tell her what he’ll want to take off her. “How’s this make my ass look?” she says. I can hardly stand it.

 

“Just don’t put on anything,” I say.

 

She wiggles that ass out of some pants, then gives me a kiss like a promise that I’m not keeping her.

 

“Papi would like to unwrap his little gift,” she says, “don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

 

That shock is that McKenzie goes further for me than she needs to. She lets me do more than I ever thought I could, given the arrangement.

 

“Fuck, I’m lucky,” I say, pulling her into the bedroom, loving this new outfit she tries on for her bull.

 

“You sure are, for a little white boy,” McKenzie says, and lets me think I might have more than I usually do. She pushes me down, pulls out my dick, breathes on it.

 

“Let me put it in,” I beg.

 

McKenzie laughs and puts it away.

 

“Just got a text, gotta run!”

 

Emotions were thick, I love that she makes time for me at all, given how much D’Andre takes from her, from us. Last week, I touched her in a way I haven’t in forever. Before that, we dry humped like a couple of teenagers. This weekend is looking pretty damn terrific already.

 

“Randy, I want you alert and respectful for Papi. D’Andre’s the one doing the fucking. But he’s not the only one gettin’ some.”

 

It’s a trip the way McKenzie teases me. And I love it. Love how much I can tell she wants him, and love what that does to me. But the, he’s the only one getting some, scares hell of me. I’ve dreaded the day when I also become his for months.

 

While we do this, I Love the way she sighs for me. Especially love the way she whimpers for him, thinking I don’t understand it, or possibly recognizing I do. Love the weeks where I cum more than he does. And love that I still cum yet when she gives me nothing at all. Love McKenzie, significantly she isn’t mine. Understanding she belongs to him and perchance, somehow, to me.

 

Nights like last night, when she comes back after a session with him, are the best of my life. Being polite I ask, how was it?

 

“Look at me,” she says. “How do you think?”

 

Trying to control my yearnings, I watch her strip down and swell like an overfilled water balloon, not just from her but from him, too. Unexpectedly She puts my hand on her thigh and leaves it there, allows me grope her like that for half the night.

 

Sometimes she does that much before she visits him. She lets me know how lucky I am to enjoy any of this, how much I would miss if I ever said this isn’t what I want.

 

“Don’t forget what I told you at the start, it’s Black New World Order. The thing is, you’re on board or you’re off. Where you at, little man?” McKenzie says.

 

“With you, babe. Wherever you are.” Which is the same answer I give her every time.

 

A few days ago, I fucked her best I can and as hard and with as much passion and gusto as possible, for me. More than I hoped for. I blurted out…

 

“Shit, I love fucking you.”

 

McKenzie off me, just as I am about to bust, she moves to the floor and sits grabs her phone.

 

“Stop calling it fucking. Call it what it is, charity.”