What my friends and I have always enjoyed is dating and
partying with the Black Men from the local American air base. Located in sleepy
East Anglia many of the local Wives had enjoyed happy liaisons with our dark
brown Lords for many years, thus giving an extra dimension to idea of the UK
and USA ‘Special Relationship’. As one husband once said, “to watch your Wife
take her Black Master upstairs to the bedroom for the night is always a very
‘special’ moment for a cuckold like me.” And my own husband Ian was no
exception.
It was the night that Jane and I had spent together on her
big bed with two of the guys from the base when she had the idea that we should
have ‘Party Nights’ with our Lovers. “We don't have any particular Boyfriends
do we,” she said, “and neither do Rebecca, Stephanie and Jo.”
“Do you mean we have orgies with them?” I asked.
“Not quite Nicky,” she replied, “but what about a monthly
dating night. We all meet at one house, and each guy picks a secret ticket from
a box with a girl's name on it and she will be his bed partner for the night.
There will be no jealousy and disagreements, just pretty Wives and their
Masters having an uncommitted but nevertheless a very nice time with each
other.”
“And what if too many men arrive for the party with not
enough ladies available? Or vice versa.” I said, pointing out the obvious flaw
in her plan.
“Then someone is going to have a very busy but happy night,”
Jane replied with a lascivious grin on her pretty face.
“Then someone is going to have a very busy but happy night,” |
‘Date Night’, although it was the first, was a tremendous
success. Rebecca, Jo and I spent the night with our dates in bedrooms set aside
in Jo's big house and Stephanie and Jane took two Lovers each and gave them a
very enthusiastic good time. In the morning, around the breakfast table, we all
agreed – both Wives and Lovers – that it had been a success and made plans for
the next Date Night, so we set the day, and all subsequent days, for the fourth
Friday of every month. And our hubbies, like the submissive cuckold’s that they
are, had no say in the matter at all.
As the months passed we partied long and very, very hard
with our Black Paramours and as word got around more and more pretty young
Wives joined us to sample the pleasures of a Black Master and to cuckold their
husbands. Needless to say, more and more dark Lords joined our happy, but very
active, throng too.
I was on a date with one of my regular Lovers (I think it
was Nathaniel) in a restaurant in Cambridge, when he said something to me that
had me thinking about how to make our evenings even more fun. “I have an
officer friend who has a local Wife as his permanent Mistress,” he said, “and
the Lady's hubby likes the humiliation of being the cuckold. Do you think you
and your friends' hubbies feel the same?”
I couldn't answer him directly, but later in our hotel
bedroom as I opened my legs for his his big beautiful manhood for the second
time that night, I had an idea; and it had everything to do with Ian, my
husband.
It has always surprised me just how willing Ian was to be humiliated on the next ‘Date Night’s that was held at our house. It was a revelation to see him standing proudly in front of all of us with the clear and obvious symbol of his unmanning in full view of everybody – including all of our Master’s.
It was a revelation to see him standing proudly in front of all of us with the clear and obvious symbol of his unmanning ... |
But it was my own hubby Ian who had set the trend for our
cuckolds to follow, so it was no surprise to me when he decided to take his
unmanning one step further. And our Date Night’s ...
... have never been so much fun. |
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