Imagination

What do we see in our imagination when cuckolds are at their best?

In my imagination I see a hubby being told that his capitulation is the only thing that is required of him, and no questions asked. Such is the world of the submissive cuckold.

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In my imagination I see a cuckold who has willingly taken the next logical step in his journey to total emaculation.

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In my imagination I see a pretty young Wife letting her obedient cuckold enjoy the aroma of her Black Lover's seed.

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In my imagination I see a true cuckold willingly joining in the impregnation of his Wife by her Master.

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In my imagination I see a good little cuckold advising his Wife on the best shoes to wear with that dress for her date with her Black Lover.

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In my imagination I see a tender moment between a caged cuckold and his mischievous Wife; just before she leaves to spend the night with her Boyfriend.

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In the gentle warmth of evening's glow,

 

In the gentle warmth of evenings glow,

She has been in his bed and she knows that I know,

And when I taste his manly essence I feel neither anger or woe,

Even though she’s his Mistress I am not given to emotions so low,

And his seed, dark and African, now inside her will grow,

For she is my Wife and from her side I shall never go,

And cuckolds like me accept and reap what they sew.

You don’t need to ask

“You’ve been banging that big Black Stud from the night club for weeks. So why now?”

“Jeremi has said that he no longer accepts another man’s seed in his Girlfriend.”

“You did tell him that you have a husband didn’t you?”

“Hell yeah! But he wants me for his own now. But he says he will only accept you in my life if you are fully neutralized. So will you? Wear it I mean!”

“So! For the rest of my life I will be a restrained sissy cuckold.”

“I didn’t say that you had to be a sissy. But if you want to - yes! So?”

“You don’t need to ask. I have it on already.”

Cuckold Vignette

 

When hubby makes promises, he should always make sure that he keeps them. None more so than when he has arranged for a Big Black Lover to take his Wife up to bed for the afternoon, evening, night, and the following day.

My Suspicion

I suspected that my Wife, Jane, had been cheating on me but I didn't know with whom, when, where, and why. Like any hubby would, I needed to know, but bided my time - I knew that one day I would find out.

I was sat at my desk at work one afternoon, when Jane texted me to tell me that she would be late home from work, which I knew to be a lie. My Secretary, Suzanne, had told me that she had seen Jane on the bus heading towards town, so I knew that she was not where she said she was.

Feeling upset, I decided to go home that afternoon and wait for her to come in that evening and ask her where she had been, but no sooner had I made myself a coffee and sat down I heard her key in the lock. Ducking down behind a chair, I watched as my suspicions were confirmed.

I knew the when, where, and why; and as I looked at him, I knew the whom. It was Marshall, my Boss. This made me feel a little better now that I knew that she was cuckolding me with a real man. I had worried that she had taken up with some small dicked idiot, but no, my Jane had good taste, and I was happy knowing that she ....

.... was enjoying everything that Marshall
could give her.

Róisín - Chapter 7

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