The Natural Order

Good grief! Who’se that Daniel is talking to across the street I wonder. What would a little white hubby like mine have in common with that big hunk of a Black Man. Surely he didn’t take me seriously when I said to him that I wouldn’t mind a little fling with someone who could drive me wild in bed perhaps and then make me his Woman. And take over our lives to live in total abandonment to the Natural Order as submissive Mistress and sissy cuckold - like the couple next door who seem happy enough.

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 …

… that he has thought 

about it already.