'You weren't up to the task, you deeply disappointed. She let you know by replacing you in her bed. Welcome to the small cocks.'
Whether the translation is accurate, or not, such words are what all inadequate husbands must expect, accept, endure, embrace and eventually enjoy.
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.
.........
........
In my imagination I see a pretty young Wife letting her obedient cuckold enjoy the aroma of her Black Lover's seed.
........
In my imagination I see a true cuckold willingly joining in the impregnation of his Wife by her Master.
..................................
Every time i take my new Mrs to that club she always ends up dancing with that same young Black Man; its nice to know she has made a new friend. i don’t know his name but i do know he lives near us because i see him driving towards me whenever i drive home from work.
The funny thing is, whenever i arrive home after seeing him on the road my Wife is always in the shower. It’s probably just a coincidence.
“Oh you are so sweet! Are you going to stay kneeling the whole time Jacko and me are in bed. Is it a sort of penance for being my cuckold?”
“Yes my Love. This is the way I want to show my devotion to you.”
“Then let me get you some ear muffs and a mask; that way you can say that your devotion is pure don’t you think?”
“You are always so thoughtful Dear.”
A good Master will always take cuckold's Wife as his own possession. It is one of life's Natural Order.
“Before
you leave to be with him tonight, please let me show you how much I adore you.
Even though you cuckold me so unmercifully.”
“That’s it
little man. Kiss me where you know he will take his pleasure from. Where his
big black manhood is going to slide so delightfully inside your Wife."
“I shall
be here ready to serve when you return My Love.”
“And that is why I love you my slave."
It's amazing what some husbands will accept to keep
their Wives happy and, although i had my doubts about her dedication to our
marriage vows, i always gave her the benefit of the doubt. That illusion of
mine was broken the morning i fell asleep on my sun bed only to wake up later
to find Jenny was missing from hers. So i went to see where she had gone and
found her on the beach, and from that moment on i knew what my life was going
to be. My Wife was cuckolding me ...
Txt: 'I hope
you're not too lonely while I take a few days holiday in Bermuda, so I took a
selfie for you.'
Txt:
'Thanks Dear! Much appreciated! But that's not a selfie.'
Txt: 'What
do you mean?'
Txt:
'Selfie' usually means a photo of one's self. You seem to have your work
colleague Desmond in the picture with you. Is it a works outing by any chance.
If it is, it's a bloody good firm you both work for.'
Txt: 'Oh
it's just a coincidence. We bumped into each other by chance.'
Txt:
'Okay! Well here's another coincidence. I phoned the hotel last night and it
seems that Desmond is staying in Room 377. And guess what? So are you it
seems.'
Txt: 'I'm
sorry!'
Txt: 'Don't be. It looks like you have discovered the Natural Order without me.'
Of course you did, because your Wife knew you had made the bet. And your best friend knew that she knew, and she knew that he knew that she knew.
And you, gentle hubby. You knew that he knew that she knew and you knew that she knew that he knew; and you knew that she and he both knew that you knew.
So with all of this knowledge, you, your wife and your best friend know one thing - that you are now a cuckold.
Who would have known it?
Telling him exactly what he needs to hear is always a good way for a Wife to put cucky in his place.
"Did you bring Charles to the party?"
"Yes! Him and Raiph are serving drinks to our
Masters."
"Who are you hoping for tonight?"
"Charles says that I always look my most satisfied
after I have spent the night with Marcel and Samuel. Their strong brown bodies
and big dark rods seem to bring out the best in me. How about you?"
"Oh I have made an arrangement with Winston, Jackson
and Obika; so I'm going to be very busy all night."
"Will Raiph be attending your mating tonight?"
"Of course! Will Charles be attending yours?"
"Oh yes! He loves these Black Master, White Wife and
hubby parties almost as much as I do."
"They're such cuckolds aren't they."
"Yes they certainly are - and that's why we love em!"
My Replacement - Part Seven
I'm a cuckold! There's no escaping the fact now. Susan had
spent the night in another man's bed and had given herself to a big, strong and
well hung Black Man called Raoul. It had been my big and bright idea although I
hadn't believed in my heart that she would do it, so why wasn't I in fits of
anger, tears and recriminations with my Wife? And why, when she had returned in
the morning, had I lay beneath her with an erect 'little man' as she treated me
to the taste of her Lover's semen?
Susan had been tired (unsurprisingly) after a night without
too much sleep whereas I, who hadn't slept either, was wide awake, so it was me
who woke the kids, made sure they washed and went down to breakfast without too
many upsets. Their questions were answered with a short, 'Mummy's tired, so
you've got me,' reply and they seemed happy enough even if their hair was
straggly and their clothes were the same they had on the day before. They were
even happier when we walked straight past the Children's pool and down to the
beach.
I found three sunbeds and an umbrella and after applying
thick layers of 'Factor Fifty' I let them run free along the water's edge. Two
hours had gone by, punctuated by water and pee breaks, when out of the corner
of my eye I saw Raoul standing nearby, and he was looking our way.
'Is it acceptable for a husband to wave a greeting to a his
Wife's new Lover'? I thought. 'And what is the right protocol for such moments.
Clearly I am out of my depth?'
I waved; as did Jenni, but Tom was too interested in building
a sandcastle to bother.
"Hi!" he said as he ducked under the umbrella,
"I see that you're in charge."
"Hi!" I replied, pointing to a nearby sunbed for
him to sit on. "Sue needed to catch up on some sleep, so it's down to me
this morning."
Raoul nodded and said nothing in reply but just looked out
to sea. He wanted to talk but clearly hadn't decided just how to approach the
subject - so I made up his mind for him.
"So how was my Wife in your bed last night?" I
asked quietly so the kids couldn't hear.
He nodded his head and smiled slightly, as if in
confirmation of something. And I knew exactly what it was; everything was going
his way - even his new Lover's husband.
"Susan was perfect David," he replied, "very
enthusiastic, very loving and..... er ...... very giving. Even the shower we
had together this morning was a wonderfully sensuous pleasure."
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| "Even the shower we had together this morning was a wonderfully sensuous pleasure." |
"That's good to know," I commented, remembering how clean her pussy had smelled prior to his ejaculate sliding down my throat. I also thought that my comment could be taken as sarcasm, but Raoul didn't bite.
"You would be surprised David just at the number of
husbands who have asked that question of their Wife's Lover. And just how many
are happy to hear that she has pleased her Master," he replied.
"If you had said that to me three days ago I would have
thought you were insane. Now, after talking to Clare, I know different," I
responded. But Raoul wasn't finished.
"So how do you feel when I tell you that Susan and I
had a wonderful night together? How do you react to the very thought of her
lying naked under me as I enter her with my big rod? Does the vision of your
Wife's beautiful body on view to me give you a feeling of pride or inadequacy?
Are you happy for her, or do you feel pangs of jealousy or cuckold angst?"
He was right to ask the question. It had been a tortuous
night for me, knowing that Susan was in Raoul's bed but as I sat there silently
considering my answer I knew that there was a part of me that found the whole
'cuckold' way of life as something to be embraced. It was a 'Love' thing!
Susan wanted Raoul so it was up to me to absent myself and
let passion take its course. He was a strong handsome Black Man, she was my
pretty White Wife and that is what is required of the cuckold.
"Both! All of it," I exclaimed in sudden
realisation that I was experiencing nature in all of its terrible beauty.
"It's the Natural Order, isn't it," I continued,
"and I am beginning to realise just what it means and my job in all of
this is to step aside and let the whole cycle of desire take its course. So yes
Raoul! I am content that Susan is having a fling with you and I accept my
cuckolding without 'angst', as you call it."
"That's good to hear David," he replied, "but
what are the children up to?"
I looked up in the direction of the kids and it was clear to
me that they were getting hot, tired and fractious after a couple of hours of
carefully building and then jumping on sand castles to gleefully destroy them.
"You are about to see a side of your new Lover that
even you could not have guessed at Raoul," I said smugly.
"What's that?"
"It's called 'Mumdar'. It's that natural Mother
instinct and they all have it. I left Susan soundly asleep when I left the room
but I can guarantee that she will be here within the next ten minutes. She will
wake up, brush her hair, dress quickly and be down here to sort those two
out," I explained to a suddenly less than confident lover.
"And your point is?"
"My guess is that all of your Mistresses have been
pretty white Wives with just a little cuckolded hubby and no other obligations.
Am I right?" I asked.
"You are," he replied. "And your theory
is?"
"You have been used to complete and unreserved access
to a devoted sweet young thing who wants nothing more than to be in your bed
with her legs open."
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| "... a devoted sweet young thing who wants nothing more than to be in your bed with her legs open." |
"Correct!" he responded as he smiled in his recollections of warm passionate nights, but nevertheless waited patiently for me to continue; it was something I was beginning to like about this big Black Man who had already spent the night with my Wife - he didn't interrupt.
"Well Susan is a different prospect altogether because
she has deep commitments who she cares for deeply," I said pointing at my
two squabbling children. "She is the complete woman. She is a beautiful,
warm hearted, passionate, kind, funny, a wonderful mother and, like all the
very best of Women, occasionally vulnerable."
There was a moment of silence between us before he responded
with a reply that left me in no doubt about how this holiday was going to play
out.
"And that is why I want her David," he said, just
as Susan swept down onto the beach in bikini and flowing beach wrap to separate
Jenni and Tom and march them both by the arm over to where Raoul and I sat.
She smiled warmly at Raoul and scowled at me. "Didn't
you see what they were getting up to David? Can't I leave them with you
........."
I took my bollocking like the good husband that I am, and I
just sat there on the sunbed looking over at a highly amused and smiling Raoul
as she took five minutes to list everything that I had done wrong that morning.
"And why are they in those dirty clothes," she
finally asked.
I shrugged and said, "Well things were a a bit
different this morning, weren't they? And we didn't want to disturb you."
She took my point and calmed down enough to turn to Raoul
and quietly say, "Good morning Master."
I was startled and realised that she had said it just loud
enough for me to hear but not at sufficient volume for the kids, who were
sitting a few feet away, to make out what she was saying.
"And what were you two talking about?" she asked -
turning to me for the answer.
"I asked Raoul how much he enjoyed you in his bed last
night," I replied honestly as Jenni and Tom scampered back to the water's
edge to start some more mischief.
"I see!" she said as she reached for Raoul's hand
to give it a gentle squeeze.
"Raoul also told me that he wants you."
Susan's face coloured as she turned to him - her eyes
searching eagerly for his. "You want me?" she asked, her voice
slightly quivering.
"Yes!" There was no tremble in Raoul's reply.
I was a mere bit-part player in this developing declaration
of want and desire between my Wife and her new Lover. Her 'Master', as she had
called him - in front of me - her husband.
Her smile was tender and affectionate as she replied,
"Whenever you want me Master, I'm yours."
And turning to me she asked, "do you understand what
this means David?"
"I guess that I will need to find out exactly what
being a cuckold means," I replied.
"Clare tells me that she has been in conversation with
you on this very subject," Raoul said.
"She has," I replied, "but it's easier to
talk about it than do it."
"Well you certainly managed 'it' this morning
David," Susan said with a sly little smile on her lovely face.
Raoul then cut off that string of conversation by suggesting
to me, "we are taking the boat up the coast this afternoon to do some snorkeling,
why don't Susan the kids and you come with us. You can probably talk to Clare
some more then," he suggested.
I knew that I was being manipulated - again, but it was
agreed that we would all meet at the nearby marina after lunch. Although I
don't normally like boats I have to admit that the sea breeze as we skidded
smoothly over the deep blue water was a welcome change from the high
temperatures on the beach.
Raoul, of course, took over the controls and steering while
Marcus stood alongside him talking and joking together. Clare and Susan took
Jenni and made a fuss of her by braiding her hair in the small enclosed cabin
out of the sun. I sat on one of the side seats with Tom chatting together as we
checked the masks, schnorkel tubes and fins.
I had thought that Susan and I had been successful in
keeping her affair with Raoul from the children, but it was Tom who shook me
out of my complacency.
"Dad! Is Raoul Mum's Boyfriend?" he asked
innocently, just as he was adjusting the straps to his own face-mask that we
had bought for him for last year's holiday in Spain.
I froze. 'What the hell?' I thought. 'How do I answer that?'
"Why do you ask me that?" I said.
"It's the way they look at each other."
"They're just friends that's all." I responded
unconvincingly.
"You know Sarah McIntosh in my class. She sits next to
me when we are at Music," he said.
"Yes," I lied, but I was on nodding terms with her
father, Jack.
"She told me her Mum has a Boyfriend like Raoul."
"Do you mean the same colour?"
"Yeah! His name's Henry and he's her Dad's Boss,"
he replied nonchalantly.
"Well your Mum and Raoul are friends. Would it upset
you he was? Her Boyfriend that is."
"If she likes him and you're happy I think it would be
nice for her. Tunbridge Wells is pretty boring isn't it," he replied
nonchalantly.
"Christ mate," I said, ruffling his blond hair,
"are you really just six years old."
He laughed as he turned back to the straps on his small-size
rubber fins. "Mum says I have an old head on young shoulders."
"She's right," I agreed, just as Raoul steered the
boat towards a small rocky island and into a secluded cove with a tiny sand
beach and some promising rocks for lots of fish to view through our masks.
"Let's go snorkeling,' I said.
Raoul had chosen the beach well. The sand was clean, the
water was clear and there were plenty of fish to look at as we swam in the
little blue heaven just a few miles up the coast from the hotel.
"Susan and I found it yesterday and thought it was just
right for our privacy," he told me as he carried Jenni on his shoulders
from the boat through the warm surf and up onto the beach.
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| "Susan and I found it yesterday and thought it was just right for our privacy," |
An awning was erected for the ladies and Tom and I went into the sea to start looking for fish. My son, although only six years old, had been a good swimmer since he was nearly a baby, and I had taught him to snorkel at a villa we had rented last summer; so we just swam out together in the more shallow water to the nearby rocks.
An hour later we were sat under the awning talking about the
fish we had seen when Clare joined us from the boat. "High you two, did
you have a nice swim," she asked.
"Brilliant!" we replied together, and laughed.
"That's nice," Clare replied and sat down beside
me, "but your Mum has taken Jenni back on the boat Tom and she wants you
to get out of the sun too."
I watched Tom swim out to the boat and climb aboard before I
spoke. "I am assuming that you want to talk to me."
"Well Susan really does want Tom back on board,"
she said, "but yes! I do want a quick word. More like an invite
really."
"Invite! To what?"
"How would you like some proper cuckold training?"
"Training?" I said, feeling an emotional rush even
as I asked the question.
"Initiation is a better way of describing it," she
said; her eyes twinkling in amusement.
"What kind of initiation?"
"Humiliation! Degradation! Depravity! Servitude!
Unmanning! All of the lovely wet and sticky things that a good cuckold seeks in
his desire to express his devotion to his Wife and Master," she said.
"You make it sound so gratifying," I remarked
sarcastically, but she didn't rise to the bait.
"Well my husband Clive thinks so. And so might
you."
"Okay," I said to the smiling dark haired beauty
sat in the sand beside me, "I've made the commitment so I had better
accept your 'initiation invitation' hadn't I."
"Good boy!" she exclaimed. "And Susan tells
me you've already started."
"What did she say?"
Clare smiled sweetly again, and said, "She told me that
you were very welcoming this morning. And that's pretty good for a first-time
cuckold."
"Oh! One does one's best."
She giggled at my flippant response; and then said,
"and that's why we want you to come to our suite tonight, after you have
given your Wife to Raoul for the night of course."
We packed up the awning and waded out to the boat together,
and as I followed her lovely little bikini clad arse up the ladder I said,
"I'm not promising anything, but what is your room number."
"Suite 412 cucky-boy and don't be late," was her
reply.
Clare was first to the boat's freshwater hose, closely
followed by Susan, who looked poised and fresh in her skimpy bikini.
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| ... Susan, who looked poised and fresh in her skimpy bikini. |
'Just how much swimming has she done?' I asked myself as I looked across at Raoul who was sitting happily in the captain's seat looking on appreciatively at my Wife's trim body. 'And where were they when we were snorkeling?'
Jenni had been with Clare and Marcus on the beach and Tom
had been snorkeling with me so where had the two Lovers been? Maybe a cuckold
shouldn't ask such questions of his Wife - so I didn't.
"Tom asked me earlier if Raoul is your Boyfriend,"
I said to Susan as we took two sleepy children back to the suite for their
afternoon rest.
"Did he now," she said. "And what did you
say?"
"I told him you were just friends," I replied,
"but it didn't seem to surprise him. Apparently one of his class-mate's
Mum has a Boyfriend like Raoul."
"Which one?"
"Sarah McIntosh?"
"Oh her! Abigail McIntosh doesn't have a Black
Boyfriend," Sue responded laughing.
"No?"
"No! Abigail has a Master and Jack, her hubby, works
for him. She's the Mistress of a very rich African advertising executive,"
she replied.
I felt reluctant to ask the obvious question, but I did.
"Am I going to regret asking you what is the difference between Boyfriend
and Master? I think I know, but I want to hear it from you."
The kids were asleep in their air conditioned room before
Susan turned to me and said, "You have lived a very sheltered life David
and only now are you beginning to realise just what being Black Owned is all
about. I bet that before we came here and I took up with Raoul, you had never
heard of the Natural Order."
"Of course not. But you obviously had," I replied.
"Oh you mean Paul."
"Yes! He was your Lover when you were in college,
wasn't he?"
"Again, you have got the terminology wrong Dave,"
she said in admonition of my naivety, "Paul was my Master. I was his
Submissive Mistress. I belonged to him in every way. I shared his bed from my
first day at college to the day of my graduation after which I came home to
marry you."
"First day? He was a quick worker wasn't he?" I
asked.
Susan looked thoughtful and we sat on our suite balcony for
a while, until she said, "he didn't have to seduce me David."
I stopped and she stopped with me. "Sorry! What did you
say?"
She looked slightly nervous as she replied, "I was
given to him David. He was going to be my Master before I even went to
college."
"What? You need to explain that to me."
" You've met Harvey haven't you."
I thought for a second and then realised who she was
referring to. Harvey was Sue's Father's golfing buddy.
"You mean your Dad's friend. The guy from
Trinidad," I replied.
"That's him," she replied, "but he's not just
my Dad's friend. He's my Mum's Master too."
I felt a cold draught run through me. "Are you telling
me the saintly Brenda - the cake making, house cleaning and loving Grandma to
Jenni and Tom - has a Black Master?"
"Yes! Her Mother and her Mother too. It's a 'family'
thing."
"A tradition?" I suggested weakly, still in shock.
"Sort of," Sue replied, "the female side of
our family have always been the strongest and we have made it our duty to
prepare our daughters for the joys of Black Loving. We have arranged for them
to meet the right man to marry and have organised their Masters for them when
they are old enough to join a Black Lord in his bed."
"Sorry," I said to Susan, who was showing visible
signs of relief at getting all of these secrets off of her pretty chest,
"I'm confused. Arranging for their daughters? What are you talking
about?"
"You were my Boyfriend at school weren't you."
I nodded and replied, "I loved you even then."
"I know Dear," Susan said as she took a hold of my
hand, "and I loved you too. Still do and always will! But Mum had already
identified you as my future husband so when you went off to university she arranged,
through Harvey who was a friend of Paul's, for me to be Paul's Mistress at the
college I was going to study at. As far as she was concerned, it was the
perfect arrangement. We would both return from our colleges and then marry -
which we did."
"Brenda must think of me as a complete Numpty," I
said bitterly, "I thought I was being manipulated here, by you and Raoul,
but this pales into insignificance compared to that."
"Mum doesn't think that. She actually likes you but, it
has to be said, she always thought that you would make a good cuckold
husband," Susan replied, "and that's why she encouraged us to
marry."
"And you," I said, "do you think I will
be...," I made an air quote with my fingers, "... 'a good cuckold
husband'."
Susan smiled sweetly back at me and replied, "once we
have a little cage on your penis, I think you will be perfect."
"I'm going to have to wear a contraption on my
willy?"
"Not just yet Dear," Susan replied, "but
soon. You'll see!"
"And if I say no?"
"Nobody is forcing you to wear one Dave, but trust me.
You will!"
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| "Nobody is forcing you to wear one Dave, but trust me. You will!" |
"Why?"
"The Natural Order, that's why," she replied as
she stood up and held out her hand to me. I took it willingly.
"Where are we going?"
"To the bathroom. The kids are asleep so I thought that
we could have a special time together. Just you and me. Naked and very
intimate!"
"Well lead on Missus," I said - very much happier now than the first day we had arrived in Crete.
“Are you going to wear anything underneath
that fur coat Dear?”
“Of course not - Silly! Denzil has asked me
to be with him for a few days and he will be here in a minute.”
"So that's it then! Another weekend on
my own while you spend it mating with your new Master."
“Why are you complaining? You knew what our
life would be when you suggested that we follow the ‘Natural Order’. And you
always knew that it was only right that a Wife like me should be the Mistress
to a far better man than you - a big, handsome and well-hung Black Man that
is.”
“I know all that Dear, but the very thought
of you going off to his apartment naked under that coat is such a demeaning
thought for a hubby like me.”
“Who said anything about going to his apartment. He’s staying here with us, as is his right as the superior male. And you, my little cucky-boy ...
... can get yourself ready for the weekend ahead.
La femme infidèle a des remords ; la femme fidèle a des regrets. » (Proverbe japonais).
'The unfaithful woman feels remorse; the faithful woman has
regrets.' (Japanese proverb)
**************
Every husband should know this proverb and prepare to be cuckolded - it is no more than his pretty Wife deserves.
All true cuckolds are fully aware that one day their emasculation will show, for all the world to see, on their Wives.
‘i’m never on time for work these days; well not since my life changed in so many ways. The trouble is that i always have to wait patiently outside the room while my Wife has her shower in the morning, and this can take anything up to thirty minutes for her to finish.
Nevertheless, the Company i work for are very understanding about my predicament, and never a word is said when i eventually arrive late in the office. But why would they when every morning i drive the Boss into work - straight from my own house.’
The big Black Hunk appears to be smiling and nodding, and
Daniel and he seem to be making some kind of arrangement. Christ! I bet my
husband has arranged for me to go on a date with him tonight.
I know what I will do. I will pretend to be difficult
about it and then reluctantly agree to the date, but only on the proviso that
Daniel helps me get ready - that will be interesting to see how my little
cuckold-to-be handles that scenario. I bet the little bugger will love it. I’ll
then tell him that if I like this guy (and why wouldn’t I?) I will let him have
me - maybe on our second or third date to let the cuckold’s angst build up in
Daniel.
And then we shall see just how he likes having a Wife who
is Black Owned and regularly spreads her legs for a better man than him. And I
shall also tell him that his marital duties with me are at an end and that he
must take a different path in his life. The thing is though; I think that my
husband will accept his new status. In fact I am absolutely certain …
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|
… that he has thought about it already. |
The afternoon my Wife and i spent at Jason's big house was a really 'eye opener' for me. I knew that Bethany was his Personal Assistant but she was always coy about just what her job entailed.
They were both aware that i was watching from the other side of the pool but they didn't care. And if i had been in any doubt about her Job description before i knew exactly what her duties were now.
Bethany and Jason both knew that i would accept my unmanning and say nothing, because that is what a cuckold does in these circumstances. So when Jason took Bethany up to his bedroom for the rest of the day, leaving me alone at least i had the pool to myself. And Jason had my Wife to himself - for good.
The beautiful international language of cuckoldry
The words every hubby wants to hear when his Wife has a date
with her Black Master.
"I promise you, I shall tell you all about my evening."
Who of us cuckolds wouldn't want to know?
A good cuckold will always obediently adorn his Wife's body with the pretty things her Master buys for her. It's all part of the date preparation that every cucky must carry out.
“I held them right there in my hand. They were so big and full.”
“What was his cock like my Love?”
“The same! Big, hard and very, very ready.”
“I’m so very proud of you. Giving yourself to a man who is superior to me is such a humiliating emotion for me. Are you going to see him again?”
“Of course. I’m meeting him tonight in our hotel bar.”
“I suppose I should keep my little cage on while we are here on holiday, now you have met a new Lover.”
“Well I was thinking that you may have to wear it a little longer than that. He lives just a few miles from us at home so your cucking is going to be pretty permanent.”
Part Six
Susan's eyes glistened with emotion as I tried to secure the clasp at the back of her neck. Raoul stood emotionless as he watched me, with trembling fingers, struggle with the delicate but simple mechanism that would signify my acceptance of my Wife's imminent holiday affair with him.
"Let me do it David," she said as I swore under my breath again because of my shaking hands.
"No!" I replied, "it has to be me."
"Okay!"
Two seconds later, the tiny curved slide clicked home through its loop and the pendant was secure around Susan's neck. The die was cast; my Wife - the Mother of our two children, was going to spend the night in Raoul's bed. And me, as her husband, had just metaphorically stood aside to let it happen. And everybody in that bar in the hotel had guessed exactly what had just occured.
Her kiss on my cheek and her whispered, "Thank you Dear", seemed to me a huge change in my life at that very moment. We both knew it because Susan's serious expression as she looked into my eyes told me that she knew it too.
"It'll be alright David," she said as she turned away to return to Raoul's open and welcoming arms, "you'll see. I promise!"
My weak smile back at her was returned briefly before the handsome Black Man gently turned her away and the two Lovers walked away from me. Her right arm slid up his back beneath his shirt to make contact with the bare brown skin and his strong left left hand rested lightly just below her waist where her pretty round arse cheeks start to flare. They were both marking the territory that would soon be theirs, and they didn't care who knew it.
I had expected them to head down to the beach path that led around the headland to the bar they had been to previously; but they did not. Instead they turned and walked back into the hotel complex.
I was still pondering this turn of events when a cool hand took a hold of my own and a kind voice said, "You need to be with friends tonight David. Come and sit with Marcus and me - we'll look after you."
It was Clare, Raoul's brother's Mistress - the pretty dark haired Wife of cuckold Clive, now on holiday to make a baby with Marcus while her hubby stayed at home. And I couldn't think of a nicer couple to spend the evening with.
"Where are they going?" I asked.
"Where do you think," she replied, "to get naked of course."
.. "to get naked of course."
Susan's head was now resting on Raoul's shoulder and his hand was now firmly planted on her arse as the Loving Couple strolled away together only to disappear from view behind some low hanging trees in the hotel garden.
"His suite is just a few more yards down that path. It's very quiet and out of sight of most of the hotel; and very private too," Clare said as she pulled me lightly, but insistently, back to where Marcus and her were sitting.
There was already a seat set aside at their table and a cold beer on a hotel cardboard coaster waiting for me. I drank deeply of the local cold 'Alpha' amber nectar.
"Shall we talk David?" Clare asked. "Or would you prefer to sit quietly with your thoughts and imagination?"
"Both I think. If that's alright."
"Would you like me to tell you just what is about to happen," she said before taking a sip of her pale green coloured cocktail.
"I think I can guess," I replied - foolishly thinking that there was nothing I didn't know about the birds and the bees.
"No you can't, you silly cuckold," Clare responded - using the 'c' word to bring me back to reality, "because your sweet little mumsy Wife has been 'Black Owned' before and she knows exactly what a Black Master wants from his Woman."
I was shaken at the directness of her words, but I managed to stutter, "and what is that Clare?" as my hands started to shake.
"At this very moment Susan is naked, on her knees before her new Master pleasuring his massive manhood with her lips and tongue. Her hands will be softly stroking his big dark rod and all of those little techniques that she had used to arouse her previous Lover will be returning to her memory. She will be letting Raoul know with ever little kiss and lick on his hardening shaft that she wants him inside her. This is not a 'love's young dream' moment for her; this is all about desire, lust and giving herself, body and soul, to her new mate."
Everything she was telling me I knew to be true. It was true because she was describing her own lovemaking with Marcus - her own Master; even so, it was hard to listen to.
"I'm having some difiiiculty imagining all this Clare," I said, "because, as you have guessed already, I am not the most sexually imaginative husband."
"But surely you can visualize the beautiful contrast between his lovely dark skin against her delicate white?" she asked.
Raoul's big hand had stroked Susan's arse as they had walked away from me to go to his suite; clearly he had a liking for her lovely rounded derriere - and who could blame him.
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| .. clearly he had a liking for her lovely rounded derriere - and who could blame him. |
"You know something Clare," I replied, with that one delightful image in mind, "I do believe that I can."
"Good boy, David," Clare said, "at last we are getting somewhere. But you do know that a little bit of licking and fondling is just the start, don't you?"
"Duh!" I exclaimed, half in jest, "I have pretty much guessed that Susan and Raoul are going to make love."
"Make love?" Clare replied sharply, putting the cocktail back down on the table that was halfway to her lips, "are you kidding?"
I shook my head, with a small emotion of trepidation. "What do you mean?"
"Making love is something that they will do when she becomes his permanent Mistress. What tonight is about is pure unadulterated rutting. Your Susan is going to lay back on his bed, open her legs wide and beg him to enter her with his big member - just as she used to with her previous Master. She will be Raoul's willing whore tonight and she knows it. And she wants it!"
Clare had just called my Wife a whore, however in 'interesting times' perhaps it's better to let things ride. But Clare wasn't finished yet.
"Raoul is not setting about seducing your Wife any more David - he has already done that. He will be gentle the first time he penetrates her and he will have her with gentle loving thrusts until they both climax together. You should know that Raoul is a brilliant and well endowed Lover and has been trained in many of the arts of Love, and he has total control over his body. He will stay inside her until he judges that she can take some more, and no doubt that she will, he will have her again, but more energetically this time. And this time he will hold back his orgasm until what we call 'The Moment'."
"The Moment?" I asked, "what on earth is that."
"It is the moment when a Wife and her Lover become as one. When their bodies writhe together in harmony and they become one body, one entity and she knows at last that she belongs to him. His Woman now and not her husband's. And that is the moment her becomes her 'Master'."
"That word 'Master' again," I said to Clare who had stopped to take a deep draught from her cocktail. Clearly discussing interacial sex and cuckolding was thirsty work.
"It's everything that the word implies," she replied as she touched Marcus's knee and pointed to the Waitress to ask him to replenish her drink. "Total commitment to him in every way by both Wife and husband. Body and mind with no holds barred; Clive and me are his willing slaves whose every waking thought is how to please him. The very definition of being 'Black Owned' by a superior man."
Marcus may have been her Master, but it was with a little surprise that I noted that the big brooding Black Stud who sat beside her had beckoned the girl holding a tray over to the table. 'Master or not,' I thought to myself, 'he did as he was told. Perhaps he loves her as much as she does him?'
Clare had read my thoughts and said, "Marcus and me have been together for a long time David. We have a love for each other that many married couples would die for.
"Haven't we Master,' she said turning to Marcus.
His forbidding expression softened into a smile as he took delivery of a new set of drinks and signed the receipt.
"It's the Natural Order," he growled, "as my Brother is about to show you. But don't worry cuckold, you will understand what it means for a little white hubby very soon."
Clare slapped his wrist gently and said, "Behave! David is at the very start of his new life."
The smile remained on Marcus's face as he turned away to drink his beer. "No offence," he said.
"None taken," was my response, but I had heard what he said very clearly and I beginning to strongly feel that this 'holiday fling' of Susan's was going to be a whole lot more than a temporary distraction from the routines and responsibilities of her marriage to me. But I needed to know more.
"So what happens after the 'Moment' Clare," I asked, wanting to get back on track.
"Oh that's easy David," she responded quickly. "They will lie naked together for a while and then have another."
"He will have her again?"
"Again! And again! And again!" Clare fervently replied. "He will continue to f*ck your Wife all night if needs be. And if she can take it."
I was shocked that another man could have that much power, stamina and virility; and I guess the look on my face and my silence told Clare of my surprise. And on top that, was my worry that Susan could be hurt.
"But don't worry about Susan," Clare continued, "because she knows what to expect, and now so do you."
Clare allowed me some time with my thoughts for a minute or so, before she then asked me the question that would change my life - again.
"So David, are you ready and willing to be, what we call, a 'practising cuckold?"
"I'm unsure," I replied, "this is a huge step for me."
"No it's not! Not now that your Wife has a Master. It is the normal progression for a cuckold within a Black Owned Marriage, so it would be better for you, and your peace of mind to start as soon as possible," she said. "Susan and Raoul will expect it."
She was right. I knew it; but could I do it? It was a big step.
Again we sat silently for a long time in our own little bubble, impervious to the late evening laughter, music and noise around us.
"So what do you think they are doing right now?" I asked offhandedly as I stared down at my second Alpha.
Clare looked down at her watch.
"Oh it has been a while since they went to his suite," she replied while holding my gaze with her eyes, "so I think it's almost certain that she has her knees up around her ears and Raoul is ejaculating deep into your Wife as I speak."
She had replied in this uncompromising manner deliberately. It was designed to make me confront reality. And it worked - once again my hands shook so badly that I spilt my beer.
"It's getting late David," Clare said, "and Marcus and I have plans for later, so we are off to bed. If I were you I would try and get some sleep. If you possibly can."
The pair of Lovers stood up to leave, as did I. But it was Marcus who had the last word to me.
"G'night Dave," he said, "my Lady and me are planning to do a bit of 'ejaculating' ourselves. But take note of what she says; my brother Raoul will be a very good Master for Susan and you. It's all up to you now, so don't f*ck it up."
Clare's words had shaken me out of my simple and silly romantic view of Susan's so-called 'fling' with Raoul. It was blindingly obvious that by opening her legs for this vital Black Man that she would invite his manhood inside her and that it would eventually pulse and jump as it spurted his seed into the soft wet heat of her 'tunnel of love'.
I didn't feel like sitting on the balcony to take in the warm night air with a bottle of 'red', so after checking on the sleeping kids, I went to bed - alone for the first time since we were married.
All night I lay awake with visions of Susan with Raoul passing through my mind. In my imagination I could see her face filled with tender love looking up at Raoul as he entered her, or kneeling before him licking and kissing his large dark brown member before easing the whole thing down her pretty white throat. My Wife was just a few hundred yards away in another bed, loving and lusting with a thrusting well-endowed Black Stud and it had all been my idea.
My eyes were still open when I heard the plastic card slide in the door lock. I quickly glanced at my watch - it was ten minutes past six in the morning.
Quietly Susan stepped out of her dress in the dark, but she was unsurprised when I switched on my bedside light. She was naked and there was no sign of the thong that I had lovingly eased over her pretty pussy the night before.
"Hi!" she said - avoiding my eyes. "Kids okay?"
"No problem," I replied truthfully, but I too had a question, "I take it that I am now a cuckold," I said without (hopefully) any hint of censure.
"Yes! Sorry!"
This time she met my gaze with hers. Her face was different somehow; it was softer, happy and sensuous. Of course it was, she had just left her Lover's bed.
"How many times?" I asked, not really wanting the answer.
"I lost count. At least five I think. Does it matter?"
"Not really," I lied - through my teeth.
"Can I get into bed then David. I am pretty tired."
"I expect that you are, but no you can't - not yet," was my reply.
"Meaning?"
"Sit on my face," I replied, "and do it now. If I don't ask this of you tonight I may never will again."
"Of course my Darling cuckold. I understand."
I slid down the bed just moments before Susan's warm thighs placed themselves either side of my face and her damp labia touched my lips.
The smell of perfumed soap filled my nose, and although she had cleaned herself of his semen before leaving Raoul's suite, I was very aware that she may not have been one hundred percent succesfull.
"Clean me cuckold," she said quietly, so as not to wake the children.
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| "Clean me cuckold," she said quietly |
