Cucky Texts

 Txt: Hi Boss, just to let you know that the Brazilian contract came in and we can start work tomorrow.

Txt: That's great Mark; I'll let Stephanie know.

Txt: How is my Wife enjoying being your Personal Assistant?

Txt: She is everything that I thought she would be and seems to be enjoying lots of new experiences here in Greece - as you can see. 

Txt: I'm not so sure that i like the idea of you seeing my Wife in the nude Boss.

Txt: Oh come on Mark. You know that I've seen Steph's pretty young body many times before. This is what being a Black Master is all about, isn't it?

Txt: i guess so Boss, but we've only been married twelve months. I was hoping that it wouldn't be as soon as this.

Txt: A man like you was always going to be a cuckold and a Wife like her will always want a better man.

Txt: i know Boss, but sometime the Natural Order can be tough on us cucky-boys. 

Tales From the Natural Order - My Replacement

Part Three

'What the hell have you done? You idiot!' I thought as I sat on the hotel balcony watching the moon rise slowly over the dark waters of the sea. The bottle of Karavitakis Boutique Red that I had bought from the bar, although delicious, was still nearly full as I sat and pondered on what I had witnessed during day in the sea and that evening.

Susan, my Wife, had been in deep conversation with the big Black Man we had met while on holiday as they had swum closely together and then later she had took a hold of his hand and gone with him to visit Agios Nicholaos in the evening. Her attraction to Raoul was for all to see, as was his desire for her.

‘What were you thinking last summer, when you made that agreement to help her find a Lover,’ I thought as I took a sip of the chilled wine (Greeks like their red wine cool). Today, which was the second day of our fourteen day holiday, had brought home the reality of seeing my Wife in the company of another man, and the actuality of it had been deeply unsettling.

I had stood on the steps of the hotel and waved as Marcus, Clare, Raoul and Susan had got into the taxi and sped off to the pretty Cretan town with the lagoon in its centre. None of them returned the wave or acknowledged my existence and the idea struck me that in their view I was an insignificance. ‘Do they see me as a cuckold already? Does Susan see me as a cuckold already?’

At those thoughts, suddenly the cool wine seemed all the more inviting so I drained the glass and poured myself another of the red nectar.

The children slept on in their little room without disturbing me and my thoughts that evening; the sea, sun and swimming had exhausted them both by seven o’clock which meant that I was alone to ruminate on the evolving situation with Susan and Raoul. That said, was it a ‘situation’ or was it just human nature? Or as Clare had described it, was it the ‘Natural Order’ emerging from the attraction between my Wife and a handsome big Black Man? I was not sure what it meant but Susan’s readiness to take a hold of his hand told me that she understood it more than I.

It was nearly one  o’clock in the morning when I heard the card slip through our hotel door lock and then nothing. The lock usually made a loud click as the door was pushed open but at that moment it didn’t - it was unlocked but still closed. I could hear whispered words through the thick wood of the door and one voice that I recognized was Susan’s.

“I would invite you in, but Dave and the kids are probably asleep,” I heard her say as I pressed my eye to the glass spy hole. They were standing close and were clearly at ease with each other’s familiarity and I noted, as any husband would, that his arms were about her her waist and hers were around his neck.

“That’s okay,” he replied, “but you don’t have to go in just yet do you?”

“Only if you kiss me again,”

Susan’s face was red with expectation of his lips on hers, but she was about to be teased.

“I don’t know that I should, with your husband just a few feet away inside that room,” he said, with a big impudent smile on his face.

“You beast!” she responded as she laughed, and then continued - blushing even more, “Perhaps if I call you ‘Master’, just like Clare calls Marcus. Will you kiss me then?”

Through the spyhole, I watched as Raoul lips melded against Susan’s. It was a full-on passionate ‘french-kiss’ with tongues exploring each others’ mouths and lips. Their hips ground together and Susan’s breasts squashed against his manly chest. It was a kiss that made promises they each meant to keep - soon. They both knew that it was a signal of intent for both of them, and I knew it too.

They both knew that it was a signal of intent for both of them,
and I knew it too.

“It’s a bit early for that isn’t it?” Raoul asked as he pulled his head away from Susan’s eager lips.

“Is it?” she responded - suddenly serious.

“Clare and her hubby are my Brother’s property,” he replied, “and they have given themselves over to the ‘Natural Order’ between a white married couple and a Black Master.”

“I pretty-well guessed as much,” she replied, “and they are making a baby together aren’t they.”

“You know more than you are letting on don’t you,” he replied as he bent his head down to sample my Wife’s soft lips again.

“I do!” she replied as they both came up for air. “And I may be married with a nice hubby and two lovely kids, but I have friends at the school gate who have Lovers just like you - Big, Black and handsome. So yes, I do know a bit about the ‘Natural Order’.”

“And your hubby - David. Does he know about it too?”

“He does now,” she replied, “Clare was giving him the lowdown on it just before we left to go to Agios.”

Raoul suddenly looked thoughtful. “If he already knows about it,” he said as he looked into Susan’s pretty face, “then what would he say if I asked you on a date tomorrow night.”

Susan’s smile was one of excitement and surprise. “Wow!” she exclaimed, “That’s a bit outrageous isn’t it? Asking another a Lady’s hubby if she can go out on a date.”

Although she had joked with Raoul, I could see that Susan’s eyes were filled with an eagerness and desire. The thought of him asking me if he could date her was very appealing to her.

“Not so shocking after the things you told me about him when we were swimming today,” he replied.

“Well, I would love to go out tomorrow night with you Raoul,” Sue replied as she gazed up into his big brown eyes, “but you will have to ask him yourself.”

“I guess that’s only fair,” he commented just before she pressed her body against his and they kissed again.

I was sat up in bed reading a book when Susan finally opened the door to the suite and crept qietly inside.

“How was your evening?” I asked in a non-committal tone, although I was desperate to know what she and Raoul had done together.

“We had a lovely time thanks Dear,” she replied, equally non-committally, “Agios is very pretty and we had a couple of drinks in the bars next to the lake. We then wandered up the hill into the town.”

“And was Raoul good company?” I asked, knowing that it was very much a loaded question.

“He was a perfect gentleman,” she replied, with a sigh as she unzipped the back of her dress.

It was time for a more pertinent question for a Wife who had just been kissing another man just a few feet away from her husband.

“And do you now think that Raoul wants to seduce you?”

“Oh no doubt about it,” Sue replied as she slid into bed beside me.

“And what about you?” I asked, “Do you want to be seduced by him?”

Susan smiled one of her 'don't be silly little man' smiles that she always reserves for me when I have said something stupid and, as usual, it had the usual effect on me. So I shut up and waited for the answer that would change our lives forever.

"I have been around long enough to not fall for for the old teenager 'seduction techniques'," she replied. "But anyway, Raoul is astute enough to know that they wouldn't work on me."

"That's good to know - I think," was my comment. But she hadn't answered my question and she knew it.

"Just so you understand David," she replied with a voice heavy with sleep, "if I decide to climb into Raoul's bed and open my legs for him it will be because I want to."

"And do you?"

Her head was turned away from me on the pillow by the time she answered. "We shall see," she replied, "and it all depends on you."

"Me? How so?"

"Raoul is going to speak to you tomorrow," she said.

"What about?"

"He is going to ask you if I can go on a date with him."

This I already knew, but I couldn't let on that I was already aware. Perhaps Susan already knew that I knew. Perhaps she had sensed me watching them kiss from the other side of the door and was just testing me.

"So if I say yes, then you will climb into his bed. Is that it?"

"Maybe! Maybe not!" she replied, "but it will be a test for you - won't it."

"Why?"

"It will show us that you mean what you say. And whether you were serious last summer when you suggested that I should have a 'bed replacement' for you." Susan replied as she rolled her head around the soft pillow to look me in the eyes.

"You mean a Lover, don't you," I suggested.

"Not necessarily David," she said, "but a holiday fling would be nice wouldn't it?"

".. but a holiday fling would be nice wouldn't it?"

 "For you maybe Sue. But I will be a cuckold," I replied. The word cuckold suddenly reminding me sharply of what I had suggested last summer. My lovely Wife would be another man's pleasure. His Girlfriend. His Mistress. But would it be so if it was just a fling? 

"Oh what's in a name silly. Besides; what happens on holiday stays on holiday."

I was unconvinced, but she was right. I had made that commitment to let her have a 'replacement' and the reality was now staring me in the face - literally. Susan's eyes were wide now, no longer sleepy, as she waited for me to speak.

"I have to say that Raoul has some 'brass neck," I said at last, "asking another man if he can date his Wife."

"Maybe so," Sue replied, "but what will your answer be?"

"I guess it depends on how he asks me."

And with that answer Susan rolled over and went to sleep. I, on the other hand, was wide awake and was still so when the sun came up the next morning.

The kids had been fed their breakfast and were happily playing in the small pool near our sun-beds when Susan sat up, turned to me and said, "Raoul is coming over David. I guess he wants to talk to you, so I am going to go and play with the kids."

I looked up from my book in expectation of his visit and was immediately aware of the aura around them as he passed her on his way to see me. I saw the complicit smile between them and the surreptitious but brief contact of their hands as he strode towards me. If I had been in any doubt why this big powerful Black Man with the bulging Speedos was coming to see me, I was no longer.

"Hi David!"

'David! Not Dave! That's a good start,' I thought.

"Hello Raoul," I replied in an even voice, even though my heart was thumping in my chest in response to what was about to be discussed, “what can I do for you?”

Raoul pulled a nearby spare white plastic chair and sat down next to my sun-bed and looked thoughtful. He was clearly trying to find the right words.

"When we were swimming together yesterday Susan told me that you might be amenable to her and myself getting better aquaintanted. She intimated that you and her have an arrangement," he said.

'So that's why she was smiling when she walked up the beach.'

"More of an understanding really," I replied, trying not to look as embarrassed and as tense as I felt, "so what's on your mind Raoul?"

"Well you may think that I am pretty arrogant but I wonder how you would feel if I took Susan out tonight?" he said. "Just the two of us," he continued in case I had been in any doubt.

"Do you mean a date?"

"A date! Yes!" he responded quickly.

"Have you asked her?"

The moment I asked that question we both knew what my answer would be. I hadn't reacted angrily, told him to 'f*ck off or had taken a swing at him. Anyway, I already knew that he had asked her and she had said yes.

"She said she would love to as long as I ask you," he replied as he looked back at me with an unswerving gaze.

"You do understand that she is a married Woman with two small children, don't you? She is not just some blond bimbo," I said, in the forlorn hope that he hadn't thought it through.

"He'll yeah!" he replied. "That's the attraction!"

"So you're attracted to my Wife; is that what you are telling me?"

"Who wouldn't be? She's beautiful, desirable and very, very good company," Raoul replied honestly, plainly aware that he had just told me, in so many words, that he desired my Wife.

"And what about the other little problem that Susan and I have," I said, "two of them in fact."

"You mean Jenni and Tom?"

"The kids are not to be effected in any way," I replied in confirmation of his question.

"They will not be," he replied forcefully. "Anyway, Susan tells me that you have rediscovered some fathering skills."

"I have," I confirmed, "but they must not miss their Mum for any reason. Do you understand?"

"You have my word David," he replied in response to my warning. "Does that mean that you agree to Susan and I dating tonight?"

His use of the word 'dating' instead of 'going on a date' was instructive and I was in no doubt at all, if Susan and he had a nice time tonight, the two of them would progress their new relationship along predicable lines. My Wife was destined for this handsome Black Man's bed, of that there was no doubt.

"I guess so!" I confirmed. "But as her husband it is not going to be very easy for me to accept that my Wife is dating another man."

"I understand," Raoul replied with genuine concern, "but there are a few ways for a husband to lessen the angst."

"Angst?"

"The hurt and worry can be alleviated if hubby becomes part of the process David."

"Process? What Process?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"The process of a Wife and the developing relationship with her new friend," he replied.

"How does that work?" I asked, still confused.

Raoul smiled and said, "It could start tonight David. You might find the whole thing a lot easier on you if you help Susan get ready for our date tonight. Do you think you could do that?"

“I always help her dress when we go out for the evening,” I replied lamely, “I guess that tonight would be no different.”

“That’s good!,” he said as he rose out of his chair to leave, “And perhaps you could bring her to the bar at eight o’clock to meet me.”

“I suppose I could do that too,” I replied, as another thought struck me. “And where are you taking my Wife on your date tonight?” I asked.

“There’s a nice little beach bar just a few minutes walk just around the headland. I thought that we would have a couple of drinks there,” he replied.

I watched him as he walked away to talk to Susan. There was no swagger in his stride - no triumphalism - he was just a big guy going to see a pretty Woman playing with her two kids in the paddling pool. And I found myself liking him for that lack of hubris in his moment of success.

Her smile was genuine as he told her what my answer had been and it was no surprise to me that they spent a few more minutes talking before he went back to his own sunbed under the large umbrella he shared with Clare and Marcus. But my mind was racing; I had just permitted another man to take my Wife on a date - why had I said yes so easily? I could have made it more difficult for them both but then again I am a man of my word; my job in the bank demands it of me so to break it would have been unthinkable. So why had I been so accommodating? And what is this thing called the ‘Natural Order’? Is it a force of nature or is it something else?

As if to answer my questions, it was at that moment that Clare and Marcus rose from their beds and went down to the beach hand in hand. I could not hear what they said to each other but within seconds, Raoul’s big black brother Marcus, knelt on the hot sand as Clare climbed up his back and straddled his neck. With consumate ease he then lifted his Lover up in the air on his shoulders, carrying her as if she was just the lightness of a small feather.

I gazed at the beauty of the scene just a few yards away. Her soft pink skin against his dark brown was a vision of beauty. It was so natural. It was so right. It was, without doubt, the Natural Order of Things.

 It was, without doubt, the Natural Order of Things.

And I, for the first time, began to realise just what it was, and what my part in it was going to be.

After lunch I took the kids back to the room for their afternoon ‘cool down’ and sleep and, as before, I sat on the balcony in the shade looking out over the pool and beach.

Raoul had joined Susan on my sunbed and the two of them were chatting away happily just as two Lovers would in such beautiful surroundings. There was no attempt to hide their attraction to each other and I was struck by how close they had become in such short a time, and as they held hands to go for a swim in the sea their personal intimacy was palpable. Even from a distance.

This time they did not go as far out as the day before, but made their way to a swimming platform that was tethered about a hundred yards from the beach where they sat close together to warm themselves in the sun. They were alone out there so it was little surprise to me when Raoul leaned towards Susan and kissed her lightly on the lips. Sue’s reaction was to immediately curl her arms around his neck and pull his lips hard down onto hers. As I watched from afar, there was no uncertainty in my mind that my Wife was becoming deeply attracted to this handsome black man. But I was beginning to wonder just how much of this display was for my benefit. Was I being prepared by them both for the inevitable?

Was I being prepared by them both for the inevitable?

What were my feelings as I watched my Wife with another man as she invited his passion? The wave of emotion that washed over me, not for the first time, could not be ignored. The jealousy I felt at experiencing my rejection by my Wife in favour of Raoul was tempered by something else which at first I did not understand or recognize. Confusing and mixed emotions would be one way of describing how i felt but it was only when that I realised that my small penis was fully erect in my shorts that I knew what the other emotion was. It was excitement! I was aroused by seeing them together and at last I understood just what I was. And so did they. 

I was surprised that they dived back into the sea about twenty minutes later, which seemed to confirm my suspicions. I was being primed for what was about to occur and I knew it, I was being readied for my cuckolding - and I bloody-well knew it.

The two Lovers swam back to the beach where they decided to follow Clare and Marcus’s example by Raoul lifting Susan up on his shoulders. Like Clare, Susan appeared to be but a feather on Raoul’s shoulders and even I had to admit that they looked every bit a happy and beautiful couple. The touble was, of course, that the pretty lady with her vulva pressed against his neck was married to me.

... the pretty lady with her vulva pressed against his neck
was married to me.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty much like the previous day’s except that Susan and I didn’t talk much and just played with the kids. She smiled once or twice to Raoul who was sat across the other side of the pool with Marcus and Clare but mainly we attended to our children’s wants and wishes - it was their holiday too!

Tom and Jennie were fast asleep before Susan and I had a shower and started to get ready for our night out. I hadn’t forgotten about Raoul’s advice but I wondered if he had told Susan the same thing.

“Aren’t you going to help me get ready for my date tonight?” she asked as she stepped naked from the shower. “I thought that Raoul had advised you that it might be helpful for your peace of mind.”

“Yes of course Dear,” I replied, “what would you like me to do?”

“Dry me with that big white towel of course and then lay out my black dress on the bed,” she replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world to tell me what to do.

“Of course Dear,” I replied as I dabbed the drops of water from her back, her breasts, her long lovely legs and her pretty round arse.

“That’s good David, she said after she was dry, “now if you look in the top drawer of the dressing table you will see a small black thong put that with the skirt and blouse.”

“Yes Dear!” I was now getting used to being told what to do; and I was beginning to like it.

She had called the thong small, but it was nothing of the sort - it was miniscule. It was little more than a postage stamp with three pieces of black elastic holding it together. I had never seen it before, either at home in Tunbridge Wells or in our hotel room in Crete, and I couldn’t help wondering when and where she had bought it.

“This is new Dear,” I commented.

“I bought it in Agios last night,” Sue replied. “Clare and me left the boys in a bar and went shopping together. “She said that it was the kind of thing that Raoul would like.”

“I see!”

I did ‘see’. I saw exactly what was going on. Sue had already talked to Clare about having an affair with Raoul and the ‘Black Owned’ Mistress of Marcus was encouraging her to do just that. So why was I so surprised? Their attraction to each other had been for all to see since we had met by the pool on the first day.

A naked Susan stepped out of the bathroom seconds later and stood looking quizzically at me as I laid out her clothes for the evening. She kept her gaze on me for just a second before she said, “you know that you don’t have to do this Dave. Just because Raoul suggested it, doesn’t mean that you have to obey.”

I stared back at her for a second. ‘Should I or shan’t I?’ I thought. But there was no way that I was not going to play my part in this little story of love and surrender; so I knelt before her and pulled the elastic of the thong apart so she could step into it.

“Okay then!” she said quietly, remaining still as I eased the tiny thong panties up her legs to nestle comfortably between the cheeks of her arse and to cover the ‘barest’ minimum of her pretty triangle of soft dark blond fur.

"What's the matter David?" she said suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"Your hands were shaking," she said as I stood up to pick up her skirt from the bed. "And they still are."

I looked down and sure enough the dress I was holding was rippling from my tremulous grip; but there was no secret why this was happening. I was not ill or frightened; it was the realisation that I was helping my own Wife prepare herself for a date with another man - a big handsome Black man who I had witnessed kissing her the night before and on the swimming platform that afternoon. Raoul was after Susan and I had to admit to myself that she was very much willing to be taken by him.

"I just realised that I am doing this for another man," I said, in what I hoped was not a whining or complaining tone.

Sue just smiled as she stepped into the dress that I held open for her.

"You wouldn't me to look tatty on my first proper date with Raoul would you?" she commented as I pulledup the zipper.

"Of course not!"

"Then let's hurry up, it's nearly fifteen minutes to eight and Ariana will be here soon."

I was already dressed so, even with my shaking fingers, I managed to finish dressing her just moments before our babysitter knocked lightly on our hotel room door.

It was as if the whole hotel knew what was about to happen when we walked into the bar together. Had the word got around that the pretty blond Wife was going on a date with the handsome Black Man? Did I care? Well not if relative strangers knew that I was a ‘yet to be’ cuckolded husband.

I did my best to look unconcerned as the people in the bar went quiet while we walked hand in hand across the small dance floor to where Clare and Marcus were waiting; but inside me my heart felt heavy and my stomach was turning over. But where was Raoul?

I sensed Susan's concern and I was confused. Was this a big hoax; a joke on a pretty Wife who thought she could attract a large powerful Black Master like him.

It was Clare who sensed our discomfort and teased Susan by saying, "You didn't think my Master's Brother would stand up the Lady he desires so strongly and wants to make love to, do you?"

"He said that?" Susan asked, still looking anxious.

"Not in so many words Dear," she replied, "but Raoul talks of nothing else but you. It seems he has the hots for a pretty blond Mother of two."

"So where is he?" I asked as Susan's hand tightened

"He's waiting for you to bring Susan to him. He's on the balcony just through the other side of the bar," Clare replied. "And come back and join Marcus and me when you have given your Wife to Raoul"

'Given my Wife?' I thought, 'Is that what I'm doing?'

Raoul watched, smiling, as we approached him through the bar and out onto the wooden balcony where couples sat at night looking out at the sunset sipping Ouzo and Ice or other pre-dinner aperitifs.

Susan's smile was loving and warm as we walked up to the big dark man who waited patiently and assuredly for me to deliver my Wife to him.

"Thank you for bringing Susan to me David;" he said as he reached out and took her hand in his own, "I promise to look after her."

"That's good to know," I replied - not knowing the right words a husband should use when he passes the Woman he loves to another man on their first date.

I was about to turn away, when Susan put her hand gently on the side of my face and said, "Thank you Dear," and then kissed me on the cheek.

What was that moment of tenderness for? Was it the natural empathy between a loving married couple or was it her saying 'sorry' for what she was about to do? Was she saying thank you for being understanding and releasing her from the shackles of the marriage vows we took years ago?

With these questions in my mind, and sick at heart, I turned away and walked back into the bar and joined Clare and Marcus. 

"Do you think it will be tonight?" Clare asked as I sipped the beer that Marcus had ordered for me.

"What?" I asked. But I already knew what she meant.

She nodded her head in the direction of Susan and Raoul, who were still on the balcony.

"Do you think your pretty Wife will acquire a new Black Master tonight David?" Clare asked, with a knowing pretty smile on her equally pretty face.

I looked at the pair of them, lost in a tender loving kiss, alone on the balcony.

"If not tonight, it will be very soon," I replied honestly.

"If not tonight, it will be very soon," I replied honestly.

"I agree," replied Clare, " and tonight, while our two Lovers decide just how much they desire each other and just how to consummate their yearning, I shall tell you how my husband Clive manages to live the life of a contented cuckold."

"Yes! Please do," I replied as I watched Susan and Raoul walk down the steps and away along the path to enjoy their first date.

 

You are wrong

 

"You like it when I taunt you about my Lover, don't you. You like it when I am on the phone arranging to spend the night together and I make you sit there and listen while it's on speaker. And you like getting me ready for dates too, don't you; I've seen your hands trembling when you clip my stockings onto my garter belt.

And when I come home in the morning you always enjoy it when I tell you just how many dirty and enjoyable things I have done with him. And how many times have I seen your little penis push a little lump in your trousers when I recount just how many times his big dark-brown member has been inside me and erupted his seed into my tunnel of love.

You like it, don't you cuckold. You like your little Wifey taunting you about the real man she now desires far more than you. You like being the lesser man - the sissy cucky-boy. Don't you! Admit it!"

"You are wrong Dear. i don't like it at all - I love it - ...

... all of it."

“I have a suggestion to make“

 

“Look! It’s not my fault that i can’t last more than one minute. You knew that before we married.”

“I know, but I thought that I could cure you.”

“i have a suggestion to make.”

“What’s that?”

“What if i said that it was okay for you to have a Lover.”

“To cuckold you? If you’re alright with another man having me in our bed, then why not.”

“Would you have anyone in mind.”

“Well there’s Marcel, Deven, Dominique, Charles and that guy at work who was having an affair with the MD’s Wife.”

“They are all Black Men aren’t they. Is that where your tastes really lie?”

“Actually my tastes involve lying on my back for them. So I want you to ring Marcel and invite him around tonight, Deven for Thursday, Dominique for Saturday and Charles for Monday. The guy at work I can sort out for myself.”

“That was a quick decision wasn’t it?”

“No quicker than you cucky-boy!”

The Way it Should Be

 

There are many certainties in this world for a cuckolded husband, and the biggest of them all is that one day she will belong to a better man. That is the way it has always been, always will be and the way it should be.

Tales from the White Mistress Order

"All i said was that i thought it would be a better idea if we waited for a year before you go for 'Black Ownership'. At least then we could have a little time to enjoy our new life together."

"No that wasn't our agreement. I said I would marry you on the strict condition that we would apply to join the Daughters of the White Mistress Order as soon as we have moved in to our new house. We planned that we would live as close to the WMO Hotel as possible so I could be there quickly when needed to pleasure our Masters."

"Okay Julie. You can't blame a hubby for trying. And please don't look so peevish. I have some news."

"Okay! What is it?"

"If you are still determined to be a Black Men's Concubine then i shall contact the Order to confirm the arrangement I have made with their Mistress Assessment Department."

"Arrangement? You didn't tell me?"

"I had hoped that you would change your mind now that we are married. But I can see that you want to go ahead so I rang them this morning to arrange an assessment this weekend. Two Assessors will be here on Friday to spend the weekend in bed with you. I hope you're up for it."

"Don't worry cucky ...

... I shall pass with flying colours."

A Cuckold's Confession

 

Cuckold Nigel

"I know you like him Beccy," I said to Rebecca, my lovely Wife.

"Yes," she replied. "He's nice."

"And handsome. And strong. And a good listener," I continued.

"Yes! And?"

"You fancy him. Don't you."

Rebecca's face turned the colour of a ripe tomato before she responded. "Of course I bloody well do! But I love you Nigel. You're my husband. I couldn't ever cheat on you."

But I knew better. I had seen her and Jacko, my best friend, talking together at a party and it had been obvious to me that there had always been a deep attraction between them. As they had talked I could see that my Wife was showing all the usual body language signs of attraction. She held his gaze for long moments as they smiled warmly at each other. She had unconsciously licked her lips (a sure sign of a wet pussy), she touched his arm and as her nipples poked through her thin blouse she pulled her chair even closer to him with her legs apart. My Wife was unconsciously (or not) telling my friend that he could have her, and he knew it.

Jacko, on his part, was clearly enjoying talking to his best friend's Wife, judging by the prodigious bulge in his Chinos, but he had also sworn to me many times that he would never make a move on Rebecca. And I believed him.

I had loved Jacko as a brother since we were at school together and he had got me out of many a stupid situation with his size and strength and I had saved him a few times with my intuition and ability to organize. He was a dynamic natural leader and had been the captain of our school football team, and the reason for his 'prodigious bulge' had been the subject of many ribald jokes in the showers after the match. He had also been the Best Man at Rebecca and my wedding where, at the reception festivities later, he danced with and subsequently seduced Rebecca's sister, Nicky and spent the night with her in his hotel room. Much to her husband David's chagrin and, it must be said, to Rebecca's annoyance.

Much to her husband David's chagrin,

A year later Nicky, as his Black Owned Mistress, had given birth to his child, therefore one could say that at this time he was very much part of the family. So it was a shock to us all, including Nicky's cuckolded husband, when one evening at dinner at our house he announced that he was going back to stay with his parents St Lucia.

Although I had Rebecca, I knew that losing my long time best friend would be unbearably painful because I had no other pals. My affection for him was not a 'gay' thing, but he had been my constant companion (when he wasn't enjoying Nicky's pretty body) for all of that time. I felt distressed at the news - not that I intended to show my pain; that would be most unmanly - wouldn't it?

"When are you going mate?" I asked, pretending unconcern.

"End of next month."

There was no doubting Rebecca's misery at the thought of Jacko leaving and I was finding it very difficult to hide my own. It was time for Rebecca and I to talk about the loss of our friend - and we needed to be honest.

"So how far are you prepared to go to keep him here?" I asked a tearful Rebecca one evening just a week before Jacko's departure.

Her pretty face took on a determined look as she looked me directly in the eyes. "All the way," she replied.

"Truely?"

"All the way! Whatever it takes," she confirmed. "And what about you Nigel. Are you prepared for 'whatever it takes'?"

She smiled triumphantly when I gave her her answer.

I had to work fast, and I already had a plan in my head, which I kept to myself, before the night's end; so the following morning I phoned Jacko to tell him that Rebecca and I were planning to redecorate our Lounge (it was true - we were). And, as usual, he volunteered to help.

"It'll be warm work," I said, as the weather forecast had been quoting a sunny day and high temperatures.

Rebecca, Jacko and me worked all day; scraping, rubbing, filling holes, painting and finally cleaning up; consequently by late afternoon we were tired, dirty, paint spattered and very, very sweaty. To his credit, Jacko had set to the task with enthusiasm and had heroically ignored (or tried to but I wasn't fooled) Rebecca's bouncing unrestrained breasts under her t-shirt and her shapely bottom under tight shorts that were little more than a thin pair of knickers. As you may imagine, it was all very informal.

"I'm off for a shower," Rebecca said after we finally finished putting the furniture back into place, and subsequently left the room. Jacko, it must be said, looked longingly after her as she left, and that was the moment that I put my plan into action.

"Christ Jacko, you stink of sweat," I said truthfully, "you need a shower too mate."

"I will in a few minutes," said Jacko, just as the noise of the powerful water pump could be heard from where we were standing.

"Why don't you go up and join her," I said noncommitally while trying hard to conceal the effects of my heart pounding like a base drum.

"Really?"

"Yes really," I replied, "I don't want the hot water to run out."

"Won't Rebecca object?"

"Maybe! We'll soon find out won't we."

"I guess so! But are you really, really sure Nigel?" he asked.

"As sure as I have ever been Jacko."

With that reply, he turned away and climbed the stairs to stand on the landing and remove all of his clothes before opening the door to the shower room and walk in - naked.

Jacko has never told me what Rebecca's reaction was to her husband's best friend walking into her shower room. I have often wondered whether it was shock, or pleasure that showed on her face when Jacko entered without knocking. But I do know is that there was no scream of outrage, or her shouting for him to 'get out'. All was quiet except for the shower pump that continued to run.

I have often wondered whether it was
shock,or pleasure that showed on her
facewhen Jacko walked in without
knocking.

It must have been half an hour before I heard the pump switch off. Had my plan worked? The plan that I was orchestrating for my best friend to stay in my life and if that meant that I was to be cuckolded, then so be it.

Momentarily, I lost confidence in my wish for my best friend and my Wife making love upstairs. 'Maybe they just washed each other's backs,' I thought to myself, only to have that idea blown away by the squeaking sound of the springs on our marriage bed being compressed above my head.

'Maybe she is laying out some of my clean clothes for Jacko to wear,' I thought while remembering that he was three times bigger than me in 'everything' that matters.

'Rebecca is lying naked on my bed with her legs open and Jacko is going to penetrate her with his big dark brown cock,' I realised, 'and there is nothing I can do, or would want to do, about it.'

And then the rythm section of my 'orchestra' started to play. Slowly at first, like a very good symphony, the springs of the bed creaked under the weight of love's physical pleasures. There was no doubt that my lovely Wife Rachell had willingly opened her pretty long white legs for Jacko's big member, and naturally, he had accepted her warm and open invitation.

Maybe, because they knew I was downstairs listening, they refrained from making any noise, that is until Jacko increased his rate of thrusting. And then the real music started. The music of passion and lust. The sweet-sounding notes of moaning and muffled screams came in beautifully and on time to the increased beat of Jacko's rythm. It was a melodic work of art and I sat directly below them in awe of the harmony of two people I care for finding love.

All musical analogies aside, I knew that what I was listening to was a huge change in my life. I had encouraged my best friend to seduce my own Wife knowing that it was almost certain that she would accept him into our bed, and the reality of that decision was now nearing its climax.

I heard Rachell's final orgasm in those same moments that Jacko groaned loudly and ejaculated his hot semen deep into her. Their orgasms were so prolonged that it was clear to me that their 'loving moment' had been long in the making. After the noises of passion had ceased there was a merciful silence throughout the house which suddenly seemed so empty. I felt emotionally drained. Our marriage had changed and the risk I had taken suddenly felt daunting.

There was little time for introspection because within a half an hour the bed squeaked again and the noise of their love-making drifted once again through the ceiling and down the stairs. He was having Rachell again and, judging by the loving noises coming from her, she was all in favour of his second orchestral movement.

For hours I sat in my newly decorated lounge smelling fresh paint and listening to my best friend and my Wife make love again and again. I had underestimated their passion for each other. To put it crudely, they were going at it like rabbits and it was a shock to me to discover the extent of Jacko's virility and stamina. Equally shocking was the noisy and abandoned level of Rebecca's desire for her new Lover. Little wonder that Nicky had been his Mistress for so long and had wanted his child and not her husband's.

It was dark outside, and I had just turned the lights on in the lounge when I realised that there was silence from upstairs. I decided that maybe I should look in on them. 'Just to make sure the're okay,' I thought - rather foolishly.

On the balls of my feet, I quietly climbed the stairs, turned off the landing lights and silently pushed open the bedroom door just enough to peek inside unobserved. Any doubts I had had were dispelled immediately and I suddenly felt like an intruder. I was intruding in a private moment between two people who were now in love. So like a good cuckold should, I backed out and went to our spare bedroom to sleep.

.. a private moment between two people who were now in love.

I woke early and, after making a large pot of coffee, I waited downstairs for the two Lovers to come down and face me.

Rebecca and Jacko walked hand in hand into the lounge approximately an hour later after another loud and lengthy 'orchestral movement'. She was dressed in a short nightdress whereas he was wrapped around the waist in a large white bath towel.

"I have just one question," I said to the two of them as she poured out two cups of coffee.

"Yes Nigel?" Rebecca responded, as she took the cups of coffee to where she and Jacko now sat closely together hand in hand.

"Was last night the first time?" I asked.

Rebecca's face coloured but Jacko looked me directly in the eye as he replied, "Nigel, I swear to you I have never touched Rebecca before. You have my word."

"But you have always wanted to, haven't you?"

He was honest in his reply. "Hell yeah! I've wanted Rebecca since long before you were married."

It was something I had known for a long time so I was not surprised at his honest answer; but I had a question for my Wife.

"And you Beccy," I said, "have you been faithful to me?"

"Until last night - yes!"

"But?"

"You know damn well," she responded, "I've always been attracted to Jacko."

"Even when he had made your sister his Mistress?"

"Even then!" she exclaimed emotionally, "I was so jealous of Nicky. She had a wonderful Lover and a hubby who knows his place."

"... and a hubby who knows his place."

"A cuckold, you mean."

She didn't reply and let the implication of my own situation float in the air. There followed a few minutes of silence between the the three of us while, I noticed, that Rebecca moved even closer to Jacko and placed her hand gently on his towel draped thigh close to his manhood.

It was Jacko who broke the silence as he placed a protective arm around Rebecca's shoulders and cupped her right breast in his big dark hand. She responded by putting her own hand on his and pressing it gently against her soft warm flesh.

"Why Nige? Why send me upstairs last night? I'm forever grateful, but why?"

I knew that I needed to be clear on my motives for permitting (encouraging?) my best friend to bed my Wife. I had to get this right or I would be seen by them as a grubby little pevert. I took a deep breath and spoke.

"It has become, even before we married, obvious to me that Beccy has had a 'thing'for you. Although she has done her best to hide her desire, I have always known and have accepted that I have been 'second best' in her affections. It is obvious that I am the Beta Male and it is a credit to Beccy that she has not ..."

"Not what?" Rebecca asked sharply.

"Looked elsewhere!"

"I have looked," she replied, "but my sister had what I wanted. Until cuckold David took her back and acknowledged the baby as his."

"I know that Dear," I replied, "but what do we do now?"

"We tell Jacko that we want him to stay."

Jacko put his coffee down and, with a questioning look on his handsome brown face, said, "Is that what this has all been about? You don't want me to go back home."

"I want you to stay here and be my Lover," Rebecca said as her hand eased it's way along his dark muscular thigh under the towel, "and Nigel agrees. Don't you Dear."

I nodded, shaken by Rebecca's directness.

"Okay," Jacko responded, clearly enjoying Rebecca's searching fingers as evidenced by a rising lump in his towel, "but I have already given notice to quit on my apartment and my job."

The room was suddenly quiet but it was Rebecca who broke in with THE question that settled everything. "Would you have gone to St Lucia if I had been your Girlfriend?"

"No! Of course not. But Nicky and I had finished so I was on my own, I thought."

Rebecca then asked him if he could cancel his notice on his job and his apartment. And it was now becoming apparent that Rebecca, while going along with my plan, had hatched one of her own - without my knowledge.

"My boss asked me to change my mind about leaving, so I guess I could keep my job. But my landlord already has a young couple moving in on a higher rent, so I couldn't change that arrangement - even if I asked," he replied.

Rebecca turned to me and with the sweetest of smiles said, "I think we need someone else to share this big house of ours. Don't you think so Nigel?"

"Of ...Of... course," I managed to answer knowing very well that I was agreeing to another huge change in my life. "We'd be happy to have you stay with us."

Jacko knew exactly what had just happened in Rebecca and my marriage, and precisely what was on offer - enjoying my naked Wife in my bed every night. And me as their compliant cuckold.

Rebecca had clearly taken charge of matters and I had little say other than agree to her plans.

"And you Nige, are you really happy with me staying here as a lodger? But before you answer I have to tell you something about Nicky and David." Jacko said.

Rebecca and I were silent as Jacko told us of his relationship with Rebecca's sister and her cuckold hubby.

"I did not seduce Nicky," he said, pausing only once to take a sip of his hot coffee, "because it was David's idea. He came to me a week before your wedding and asked me to become Nicky's Boyfriend. He said that it was time that his Wife should be the Mistress of a better man than he and he could think of no one better than me to be her Master. As you may imagine, I was more than happy to take his pretty Wife to bed - regularly."

"And what about David? How did he handle his unmanning? It couldn't have been easy for him," I suggested.

"He was a natural." Jack replied. "He was a natural, semen slurping, panty wearing cuckold who liked nothing more than to watch his Wife with me in his bed. He was probably the best pussy licking, cock reviving, penis caged cucky-boy I ever knew."

I knew exactly what Jacko was saying to me and I also knew that David would be a typical cuckold. And, in my way, I was very much like him. Diffident, submissive and less than manly.

Again we sat quietly contemplating what had just been said, but it was Rebecca who broke the silence.

"I knew all that," she said, "Nicky has told me many times just what a sissy David is. But now we have to train you Nigel."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for a start you still stink of sweat and haven't cleaned yourself since yesterday, so I want you take all of you dirty clothes off, and take a shower. Jacko and me are going back to bed and I want you to come and join us when you smell a lot more civilised."

"Does that mean .......?" I asked, leaving the question open.

"To watch only ... for now," Rebecca confirmed.

Epilogue

For the rest of that day and into the night I lay alongside my Wife Rebecca and her new Master, my best friend Jacko, as they (we) learned the rules of of our new way of life. Gradually, I was eased into just what is expected of a cuckolded husband and by the morning of the following day I had experienced the joy of cleaning Jacko's salty cream from Rebecca's labia as a routine.

The next day, I graduated to reviving Jacko's heavy and outsized manhood with my mouth and the day after that my new penis cage arrived in the post. It was a strange but satisfying feeling to fit such an apparatus to my little pink penis - my cuckold journey was moving on at a brisk and happy pace.

... my cuckold journey was moving on at a brisk and happy pace.

Jacko did go to St Lucia after all, for a three week holiday with Rebecca who, on the morning of their departure, hung the packet of her birth controll pills around my neck.

Nicky now has a new Master, a good friend of Jacko's who is one of the other Black players in his football team, and David now defines himself as a sissy, castrated cuckold.

I haven't gone as far down the cuckold journey as David but I do understand why he has done so. Perhaps soon I shall.

Either way, I love my life of submission and humiliation.

And Rebecca?

She and Jacko have been ...

... very, very busy indeed.

The Way it Should Be

A contented Wife should be allowed to be free, to have a Black Lover - perhaps two or three. And her gentle hubby will very soon see, that she is their Mistress and that's The Way it Should Be.   

BECAUSE YOU ARE A CUCKOLD

What does a beta hubby do when he walks in to his house to find his Wife on the sofa, naked, with her new Boyfriend with her legs up over his shoulders ready to be penetrated by his long thick manhood?  

What does he do when he knows that he will never please his Wife in the way he does? 

What does he say to her after her Boyfriend has left and he knows that her young and pretty body is full of his potent seed? 

And what does he say to himself when he knows that his Wife no longer takes her birth control pill every morning? 

Well every beta hubby who ever lived knows the answer to these questions is - NOTHING - BECAUSE YOU ARE A CUCKOLD.

The Natural Order

"Clive felt the baby move last night Master. He said that I should come over today and let you feel it move too." 

"Your hubby suggested this? You have told him that the baby is mine haven't you?" 

"Of course! Now that we have both recognised that I am your Mistress, Clive has realised that your baby growing inside me is our contribution to the Natural Order." 

"Is this your only contribution?" 

"Oh no Master. Clive said that I should stay here with you all day if you want. I can contribute very, very eagerly to your pleasure and you can do what you like with me for as long as you want me." 

"You both really understand the Natural Order don't you, so I will take you up on your offer. And I promise that I will be gentle with you." 

"Not too gentle please Master. Baby can take it if I can."