Taken by a Black Man Series by Leah Jenkins

Revised Edition I never imagined I’d stand in the doorway watching another man transform my wife into someone wild, desperate, and unrestrained. A few weeks ago, I would’ve laughed at the idea. But something changed inside me that night—something I didn’t understand, something I couldn’t control.Watching her come undone beneath him ignited a need I’d never felt before… a need to reclaim her, to prove I still mattered, to take back what I thought was mine... moreRevised Edition I never imagined I’d stand in the doorway watching another man transform my wife into someone wild, desperate, and unrestrained. A few weeks ago, I would’ve laughed at the idea. But something changed inside me that night—something I didn’t understand, something I couldn’t control.Watching her come undone beneath him ignited a need I’d never felt before… a need to reclaim her, to prove I still mattered, to take back what I thought was mine. But when it was finally my turn, the truth hit me hard.My little white cock didn’t stand a chance after what she’d just taken.And yet, as I knelt between her legs—her body trembling, her lips parted, the evidence of her lover still dripping from her—I felt something impossible.I was rock hard.Now I’m faced with the question I never expected to Can I reclaim my wife…or am I surrendering to something far deeper? less

Katie raised herself up, resting a knee on the bed next to me, and kissed me. As our lips met, I heard the definitive click of the lock snapping closed, a sound that reverberated through me with finality. As we made out, I placed my hand over hers, which gripped my plastic cage. I could already feel my penis start to fill with blood again, the cage growing tighter around it, a constant reminder of my submission.Katie sighed, her expression softening as she rubbed my shoulder reassuringly... moreKatie raised herself up, resting a knee on the bed next to me, and kissed me. As our lips met, I heard the definitive click of the lock snapping closed, a sound that reverberated through me with finality. As we made out, I placed my hand over hers, which gripped my plastic cage. I could already feel my penis start to fill with blood again, the cage growing tighter around it, a constant reminder of my submission.Katie sighed, her expression softening as she rubbed my shoulder reassuringly. "Mark, honey, I like being dominated. I'm a bottom to men like D'Andre. It doesn't change how I feel about you; I love you." She tenderly kissed me on the forehead, the gentle press of her lips a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. "It's like... I'm a bottom to black men, and you are a bottom to me. It's what gets you hot. It gets me hot, too." less

Revised Edition Katie shifted closer, one knee settling into the mattress beside me as she leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met, slow and familiar, and beneath that softness came the sharp, unmistakable click of the lock snapping shut. The sound landed heavy in my chest. I covered her hand where it rested at my groin, feeling the hard plastic ringed tight around me, unyielding, already refusing the way my cock was trying to swell inside it... moreRevised Edition Katie shifted closer, one knee settling into the mattress beside me as she leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met, slow and familiar, and beneath that softness came the sharp, unmistakable click of the lock snapping shut. The sound landed heavy in my chest. I covered her hand where it rested at my groin, feeling the hard plastic ringed tight around me, unyielding, already refusing the way my cock was trying to swell inside it. The pressure was immediate, intimate, a constant reminder that there was no escape from what she’d decided.She broke the kiss and sighed quietly, her expression softening as her fingers slid up to my shoulder. “Mark, honey,” she said gently, grounding me with her touch. “I like being dominated. I’m a bottom to men like D’Andre. That doesn’t take anything away from us. I love you.” She kissed my forehead, tender and deliberate, the contrast almost dizzying as the cage held me firm and helpless beneath her.“It’s just how it works for me,” she continued, calm and sure. “I give myself to big black cocks. And you give yourself to me.” Her hand drifted back down, not teasing, just resting there, making sure I felt it. “That’s what turns you on. It turns me on too.”The words sank in slowly, settling alongside the dull, insistent pressure between my legs, until the lock and her certainty felt equally permanent. less