It Would Be An Honour To Be Cuckolded By Beauties Such As These.

 

Sweet Jennifer, you could cuckold me with any man you want. I would be so proud!

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Demi, you were born to be another man's Mistress. It would have been wonderful to have prepared you for dates with a better man than i.

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Alexandra, your beauty and lovely young body were made for the Natural Order. And it would be my privilege to be your cuckold and encourage you to mate with Black Masters.

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Pretty Meg, this is exactly how i would have prepared you for your first date. i would have been so happy to have been cuckolded by you.

My Boss wasn’t around.

 

My boss wasn’t around so i left work early that afternoon for, in my view, a very good reason. All the clues had been there - the phone calls in private, she was shaving her legs more often, she had suddenly discovered going out with the girls three nights a week and above all, one night she called me by a different name as we made love. i was certain that my Wife was seeing another man, and that she was in an ‘intimate’ relationship. In other words - another man was f*cking her. When i arrived home i could see that her car was in the drive so i knew she was home. Quietly i let myself into the house and stood carefully listening; it wasn’t long before my fears were confirmed. A long drawn out moan could be heard coming from upstairs and i immediately knew that she was on our bed with another man.

Stealthily i climbed the stairs and upon reaching our bedroom door, i peaked inside. What i saw affirmed by suspicion but suddenly my courage failed me as i listened to the man building to his orgasm. i sat on the floor with my back against the wall and trembled with emotion as i heard the manly roar of her Lover as his seed erupted inside my Wife.

Long minutes passed until i heard the man pull out of her and get off the bed. I trembled even more as his footsteps grew louder as he crossed the bedroom door. Looking up at the door i saw him.

“Hello Boss,” i said, “did you enjoy my Wife in my bed.”

“Hey Derek,” he replied, “she’s a sweet little lady is your Jen. Very passionate! Very needy! And very, very dirty.”

“i’m very glad to hear it Boss,” i replied, “does this mean my job has changed? Especially now that my Wife is your Mistress?”

“Your job? Hell no! But I might need you to check out our office in Mexico. It might take a month or two.”

What’s happening in here?

 

“Hey baby! What’s happening in here? And what’s our cuckold doing there on the floor?“

“Sorry Master. You had dropped off to sleep so I thought I would let cucky have some of your lovely, salty cream.”

“No problem Darlin! He likes the taste of Black Man’s seed does he?”

“Likes it? He loves it. And he likes to show his total submission to me and you in the most demeaning way possible. It’s his way of coping with his cuckoldry.”

“Well in that case, let us go and make some more. I would hate for your hubby to go hungry.”

Thanks for the photo

 

Txt: Thanks for the photo Dear. I thought this was a company meeting you were attending.

Txt: It is.

Txt: Then why the cleavage and see-through skirt? He’s with you again isn’t he. You promised me that you would stop seeing your Boss.

Txt: Well I have sort of stopped seeing him. I just close my eyes when he’s f*cking me.

Txt: Ha bloody ha!

Txt: I’m so glad that you can see the joke My Sweet, especially now that he has made me his permanent Personal Assistant.

Txt: Don’t you mean his Personal Whore?

Txt: That too Cuckold!

In a Cuckold's mind's eye

 

Knowing that a Black Master is impregnating his Wife, in his own bed, is the ultimate emotional rush for a cuckolded husband.

Cuckold reflections

 

Cuckold William says:

Being a husband to a young and pretty Wife who is now 'owned' by a superior Black Master, can bring many emotional 'ups and downs. I have always understood the Natural Order, and why it is the future of humanity, but it is sometimes hard on us husbands' and our emotions.

We understand that their Black Master will see and appreciate our Wives' naked bodies, enjoy their soft skin and lips on their own, and their warm wet vaginas engulfing their hard dark rods. But sometimes it can be difficult to witness the developing tenderness and affection between our Wives and their Lovers. None more so than when my own Wife's Master approaches his climax and she lovingly encourages him to fill her with his seed.

So when Christina's body starts to gain weight, as her belly starts to swell and her breasts fill out I shall reflect even further on the 'ups and downs' of being a cuckold.

Cuckold Counsellor - Ch. 1

Holiday Cuckold

My lovely Wife and I have just returned from a holiday in Corfu, so if my followers have missed me I apologize but the call of sun, sea, sand and being cuckolded again was a treat I just could not miss.  Our hotel was lovely and was built on the side of a steep and rocky hill on the eastern side of the island; it had a small beach attached and a decent swimming pool.

I don’t know why I was so surprised to see one of my Wife’s old Lovers in the bar on the first night of our arrival but I should not have been because she had been busily texting someone for weeks before our departure.  His name is Nathaniel (Nat) and I knew that she still had an emotional attachment to him after all these years; he is handsome and, although in his middle forties now, still has a toned physique from keeping himself fit.  He was also accompanied by a pretty white girl who was heavily pregnant and who inevitably wore a wedding ring; clearly she was another man’s Wife.

“What is it about black men that makes our wives so attractive to them,” I whispered to my Wife as we walked up them at the bar.

“It’s the other way round you idiot,” she replied.  “Even from this distance I can see she’s hot for him.  I guess that she has left a fretting little hubby behind in UK.”

“Do you think the baby is his?” I whispered again.

“Oh Yes!” was her unambiguous reply.  “And I bet her hubby knows it too.”

“And I bet her hubby knows it too.”

 

We all got on fine and initially Nat kept a respectful distance from my Wife and paid his little amour (Melanie) all the attention she deserved.  Even I had to admit that the Nat we used to know was a different man, he was tender and caring in his attention to Melanie and it was wonderful to see how he had changed from the brash black stud that he used to be into a gentle loving mate.  That is until one afternoon when Melanie felt the baby kicking and went to bed to sleep.

We were lying on our sun beds by the pool when Nat came up and told us about Melanie’s indisposal.  He didn’t have to say anything and just held out his hand to my Wife who took it straight away and walked hand in hand with him up to our small cabin just a little way up from the beach.

As I lay there on my own all of those exciting and arousing old memories came back to me again – of her with him.  I could see in my imagination them coupled together, moving as one with her legs wide open for him; his large dark manhood powering into her like a piston on traction engine.  Her moans of pleasure and lust – his grunting with effort and lastly her screams and his growling as they both orgasm together.

all of those exciting and arousing old memories came back to me again

She returned to me about two hours later smiling and lay quietly beside me on her sun bed.  “You didn’t mind did you?” she asked.

“You already know the answer to that one,” I replied.  She smiled and I smiled because we both knew it was going to be a good holiday.

Nat continued to tend to Melanie’s needs but, as she was so pregnant he found lots of opportunity to take my Wife to the cabin.  Melanie never suspected and I was just happy to see the love of my life getting more physical loving in one afternoon (afternoons) than I could give her in a whole lifetime.

But this would not be the last we would hear of Melanie or Nat.