Now where's my camera?

 Over the years we have been married I have often wondered where my lovely Wife developed her taste for Black Men, and why she had cuckolded me so often with them. Then one day I found this old photograph in one of her Mother’s albums, and she told me that my Father In Law was a very tolerant man and had taken the photo one night when she was entertaining her Boyfriend. 

 So now I know why I am a cuckold. Now where’s my camera?

Tales from the White Mistress Auctions

 

This was the last photo that was taken on our holiday. It was my Sister Janice (far left) who had the idea to leave our husbands at home and have just a few days of freedom together before we went to be bid for by Black Masters at the White Mistress Auctions.

Although we were looking forward to becoming Mistresses to big well-hung Black Studs we knew that it was very unlikely that we could all be together again. Our hubbies understood just what our friendships meant to each other so were very understanding when Janice, my other Sister Annette (second from left) and my best friend Elsa (far right) packed our bags and left for the sunshine of Greece.

It had been Helmut (Elsa's hubby) who had suggested that it was about time that his own Wife should now be Black Owned, and after some persuasion my own hubby Michael agreed that it was now time for our marriage to take the next natural step. Janice's hubby, Terry, and Annete's Clive soon conceded that it had been wrong to hold their Wive's back from pleasures of being in a Dark Lord's bed. As Michael said to me one night, "A pretty young Wife with a handsome Black Lover is The Natural Order, and it is time for me to be a cuckold."

On return to the UK, Helmut confirmed that he had booked all four of us in to the next WMA Sessions and that our husbands had all had a permanent chastity cages fitted onto their little penis. It's a requirement in the WMA contract.

It's a requirement in the WMA contract.

Another of the conditions of the WMA is that all Wives who go for voluntary auction to rich Black Masters is that she is paraded naked in front of the bidders while her hubby (also naked) remains gagged and chained to the floor at the back of the room to witness his Wife's purchase. This is designed to reinforce the sense of humiliation of the cuckold - and I am reliably informed (by Michael) that it works.

Once the sale has been made, the Wife becomes the sole property of the Master and leaves the sale room naked except for her wedding ring to spend the next twelve months as his Mistress. And finally, although normal medication for the Wife is permitted, birth control pills are not.

On the night of the purchase, just before we were brought out for the sale, we watched, through the curtains, as Terry, Helmut, Clive and Michael were led into the room and secured to the floor. I couldn't help feeling sorry for them; they looked so vulnerable with their sissy pink bodies and tiny caged penis's amongst all those dark strong real men with their happy expectant smiles.

All four of us were brought naked together out onto the floor to meet the bidders who inspected each of us (very) closely. We didn't mind being evaluated as potential mates by a number of Black Men because it was, after all, the Natural Order. And on my part I felt very excited at the prospect of being 'Owned' by a superior man to my husband Michael.

Janice went to a handsome dark Master from Dubai for just under a million and Annette was bought for little over that sum by a rich American from Chicago. Each waved cheerily to Elsa and I as they were draped in a warm silk wrap and led from the room past distraught Clive and Terry by their new Masters to a life of luxury, sexual submission and willing mating. Bidding for Elsa was pretty fierce (she was blond and beautiful after all) and it was another rich American (from Los Angeles) who bought her for one point six million. Wesley was his name and, like many Masters who had spent large amounts of money on their new Mistresses, he cared little for propriety and decided to remove his clothing and start their mating straight away. Poor old hubby Helmut watched wet eyed and in awe at the beautiful sight of his Wife being impaled on her new Master's manhood as she left for a year of lovemaking with a handsome Black Master.

As poor old hubby Helmut watched wet eyed and in
awe ... ... as she left for a year of
lovemaking with a handsome Black Master.

The room was quiet after the display of naked lust by Elsa and Wesley and the silence was only broken when I was asked to stand in the middle of the room for the bidding to begin.

"This is Tina," said the big Black auctioneer over the sound system, " and I have been keeping the best for last."

I looked over at Michael, his eyes wide open and moist, his body trembling at the thought of the Woman he loves being purchased as a mate for an as yet unknown Master, and I suddenly remembered his tiny little pink prawn that passed for a penis. I thought about all of those unsatisfied nights and apologies from him so, although I loved him, I was determined to humiliate him.

Moving slowly through the crowd of Black Masters I stood, legs astride and breasts pointed directly at his weak face. I reached out to cup his tiny balls and caged penis in my hand and turned to the audience.

"Gentlemen," I said, "this is my husband Michael. And if this is all you have to offer, then leave now."

The roar of laughter confirmed what I had already suspected - I was going to have a very happy time with my new Master. And Michael would know why I would always think of him as less than a man - the perfect cuckold.

If the bidding had been fierce for Elsa, my sale took almost thirty minutes to conclude and some of my more eager suitors almost came to blows. Eventually I went for two and a half million to a very big and good looking Master called Desmond who owns an oil engineering consultancy in the Middle East.

Red faced and embarrassed, Michael could only look on as I swept past him with Desmond to his car and then to his private aircraft at Heathrow. And it was somewhere over France at thirty thousand feet that I felt his deliciously large manhood slide into me for the very first time. In the same way that it has done so many many times since the night of the auction.

Epilogue

I see Janice pretty often and I hear from Annette and Elsa almost every other day by text and they all tell me the same thing. Being 'Black Owned' is the only way to happiness for a modern Wife, that we are all deeply in love with our Masters and having hubbys to send our picures to, to remind them ...

... just a how much of a cuckold they really are, is just one of the more delightful features to the Natural Order.

The wonderful international language of cuckoldry

 "It's not infidelity since I'm asking you." 

 ... and a true cuckold will always say 'of course you must' - every time she asks.

Cucky Texts

 

Txt: Hi Gerry! Maddie and me are having a short break in Venice. She's looking fabulous isn't she.

Txt: She certainly is Boss. She is looking very happy with life as well.

Txt: Well a Lady who gets treated to lots of hot and powerful Black Loving every night usually has that contented satisfied look.

Txt: So she has told me - many times. And what is that she is wearing on her ring finger? And where's her wedding ring?

Txt: I forgot to tell you mate. Now your Wife and I are dating heavily we thought it was about time we made our arrangement formal.

Txt: Formal? Is Maddie divorcing me? i have accepted my cuckolding long ago, but i couldn't bear it if she left me.

Txt: Nobody is talking about divorce. But how does a 'cuckold confirmation party' with all your friends and workmates sound.

Txt: It sounds demeaning, humiliating, emasculating and totally unmanning.

Txt: So how does next Friday sound?

Txt: i'll set it up and book the room Boss.

 

A cuckold's Conversation

 A good cuckold will always understand just what his position is in her life - underneath her in every way one can think of.

That beautiful lingerie

 

“Did your Lover forget to take his watch Dear?”

“He left it behind, but I don’t think he forgot it.”

“Meaning?”

“I think he wants me to take it round to his.”

“Is that why you’re dressing up in that beautiful lingerie I bought for you?”

“Yes! And I think he wants me to stay the night this time.”

“Over the years we have been together I have learned to put up with being a cuckold. Who is this new guy anyway?”

“You’re boss, and that’s why you are going to New York tomorrow for a three day business meeting.”

“I should have bloody well guessed. He’s always telling me how pretty you are.”

I always knew he would

 

Last night was so wonderful. I didn't think that it could be like that. Melissa was right when she told me that you have never had sex until a Black Master has made love to you. Desmond was inside me all night and I lost count of the times his large beautiful dark brown hard member streamed his hot seed into my welcoming tunnel of love. And how many mind shattering orgasms I had I will never know; I just seemed to be in a wonderful haze of pleasure from the first moment I opened my legs to that happy fun time when we showered together this morning.

Melissa has always been a lovely older sister to me and when she told me that her husband Jeremy had accepted the fact that she was now the Mistress of a Black Master, I didn't believe her. But after I saw her with Deven together and their deep desire for each other I knew it was true, Jeremy is a cuckold and recognizes that her needs cannot be met by his little pink penis and his puny white body.

“You and Graham have been married a year now Rachel,” she said to me one evening after one or two glasses of wine, “so it's about time you both understood that you ought to be ‘Black Owned’ like me. And I have just the right Master for you.”

She was right of course. Desmond was all that I could ever want in a Master. He is strong, well-hung and knows exactly how to please his Woman in bed which, if I am honest, is something Graham has never done. But no matter, Graham understands that he is no longer the main man in my life and has accepted his cuckolding; ...

 ... as I always knew he would.

New Kitchen

 

"When we moved in last year my hubby John said that we should put in a new kitchen because the old one was so old and shabby."

"But why did you move all this way out of town Deirdre? It's very nice but there are no amenities"

"Oh that's simple Barbara. We came her to be nearer to my Master. His name is Marcel and he works at the local airbase. John said that it's only right that our Dark Lord shouldn't have to travel so far to spend the night with me. This way, he can be here in about the same time as it takes me to undress. It means that I can be naked, lying on the bed with my legs open by the time John bows submissively and lets him in the front door."

"That sounds wonderful Deirdre. My own Master takes an half hour to get to us; my hubby Kevin says that I should be more easily available than that."

"And what about you Janet. What are your arrangements like?"

"Oh it's very simple Deidre. My Master lives two doors down the road from me so I spend one night in his bed with him and the next he spends in our bed with me. Etcetera! Etcetera! My hubby Jeremy says that it is all so civilised. His cuckolding - that is!"

'General laughter.'

"And you Peggy! You're finding my new dishwasher very interesting all of a sudden. What are your arrangements?"

"It's all so embarrasing Deirdre. Clive has said that he would prefer that we don't become a 'Black Owned' couple so soon in our marriage and that we should wait for his cuckolding - at least for a year."

"The swine! You ring him now and tell him that you're staying the night with me. I'll tell John to contact Marcel and ask him to bring one of those big hunky pilot friends of his here this evening. By tomorrow morning ...

... you will have a Master, and Clive will be a cuckold. That I can guarantee."

Right Now!

 

“How big is it again?”

“I told you once. Don’t make say it again please, or I won’t stop laughing all night. So whatever made you marry Captain Four Inches?”

“I hadn’t met any black guys then. I thought it was normal.”

“And now you have, what are your plans?”

“I am going to cuckold him so mercilessly and so often. By the time I’m finished with him he will forget he was ever a man.”

“Starting when?”

“Right now big boy!”

The way it should be

 

Acceptance of his Wife's desire for her Master is always a good place for a cuckold.

This is what it is like to be a cuckold.

 Your Wife asks you what do think about the new pendant her Boyfriend has bought her, and you tell her that its very nice and it suits her. You then ask her why she is trying it on while naked and she replies that her Master will like to see it that way - and you know it to be true because he has seen her like this many times before. This is what it is like to be a True Cuckold.

I'm just starting early

 

"Why are you dressed and made-up. i thought we were going to have a quiet night and not go down to the hotel bar tonight."

"You don't have to Kevin. Besides, you would just be bored sitting in the bar on your own."

"Why would i be on my own. We're on our honeymoon."

"I know Dear, but we did agree that we should start our married life as we mean to go on. Didn't we?"

"What does that mean?"

"You know that big guy who talked to me on the beach today?"

"The big Black Man. You told me he's called Devon. What about him?"

"Devon has asked me for a date tonight, so I'm meeting him in the bar in three minutes time."

"It's a bit soon in our marriage for you to start cuckolding me isn't it?"

"Start as we mean to go on you said ....

 

... so I'm just starting early, that's all."

The wonderful international language of cuckoldry

 "I have several men in my life who make me happy, and make me a woman too, and I love it (my husband too)." 

A good cuckold would never stand in the way of his Wife enjoying, and being enjoyed by other men.

He has developed quite nicely

 

Txt: Hi Babe. Where shall I pick you up. Can’t wait to see you again.

Txt: I’m waiting in the square. Hurry up though, I’m not exactly dressed for shopping.

Txt: I’m on my way. Does Gerald know your going to spend the night with me?

Txt: Of course he does. He helped me get ready for our date.

Txt: He’s a good cuckold then. And he knows his place.

Txt: It took a while but he has developed quite nicely.

 

A true cuckold

 

Preparing for her date with the man she loves is one of the many things a cuckold loves to watch.

Oh I know so!

 

“Thanks for helping get ready Babe; I thought you were going to freak out on me one time back there.”

“Well its not often a husband helps his Wife prepare for a date with another guy for the very first time.  And especially dressed like that for a man like Leroy.”

“We have already discussed this, and you agreed that because you are so small and quick, that I should start dating a better Lover than you.”

“So do you think a big black stud like him is going to be any better at it than me Dear?”

“Oh I know so Cucky Boy!"

Tales From The Natural Order - My Replacement

 

My Replacement - Part Eight

"Just you and me," she had said. "Naked and very intimate," she had said. And I like a fool had believed her.

I had followed Susan into the bathroom of our hotel suite in the expectation of some 'Husband and Wife' fun like gullible cuckold that I am, only to have my amourous expectations quashed when she produced a small pair of scissors and a 'lady's razor' from out of the cupboard.

"What's going on Sue?" I asked - now a little worried.

"Preparations David! Preparations!"

"What kind of preparations?"

"You need to take your swimming shorts off first and then I will tell you."

I untied the drawstring, let the shorts fall to the floor and stepped out of them just as Susan slipped her bikini bra off and lowered the damp bottoms to the floor. My Wife was a picture of beauty standing before me and if I am honest, I was not that good to look at in the nude.; nevertheless my 'little man' stood up to be noticed.

Susan's body has always had that affect on me. Her beautiful face, soft round breasts and the delicate little cluster of dark blond hair, including its small dark birthmark hidden away underneath, on her mons pubis (mound) was everything a man could want. Which reminded me that that these were the reasons another man, Raoul, was just as appreciative.

"Right!" exclaimed Susan, "let's get started." And handing me the scissors she told me to step into the shower cubicle and start trimming down my pubic hairs.

"Make sure that you don't cut yourself David and prune it all down so short that it won't pull when I shave you," she said as she started to work my shaving brush into some hot water and soap to bring up a warm luxurious lather.

"You're what?" I asked as I obeyed her command by starting to snip away at the hairs around my now shrunken penis.

"You first Dear," she replied, "and then you can help me do the same."

"Why?"

"The Natural Order requires it David. And you and me have made that commitment."

"Have we?"

"You know we have," she replied as she knelt before me brandishing the lather loaded brush and her wet ladyshaver. "Now hold still while I get you all tidied up and ready for the evening ahead."

I was surprised that Susan handled the removal of all of my 'manly' hairs in a very quick and efficient manner, and before very long I was standing before my Wife feeling more naked than I had ever felt in my life. Her deftness at moving my small penis around as she expertly shaved away my own bush made me suspect that she had done this before; nevertheless my little penis no longer had its shelter of matted hair, but now stood out like a small pink cotton reel from my equally pink groin.

"There!" Susan exclaimed. "That will do for tonight, but we shall do a better job of it in the future."

"You've done this before. Haven't you," I said as she stepped into the shower cubicle with me.

"A long time ago Dear. At college," she replied as she started cutting away the longer hairs from her downy bush.

Susan handed me the brush, now loaded with lather, and said, "Now work those soap suds onto my mound David and get me ready for our Master's approval."

With my eyes level with her soft downy pubic mound I was struck by the beauty of her soft and damp sex, and I will admit to choking back a tear in the realisation that Raoul had enjoyed that lovely part of her body. And was soon going to enjoy it again.

'You need to get used to it David,' I thought, as I rubbed the soapy lather onto her mound, 'preparing your Wife for another man seems to be your future cuckold. So if you are going to do it - do it well.'

Susan wanted to talk - I could tell; and I was not surprised when she started to tell me about her time at college.

"When we met again after college I was not completely honest with you," she said as she opened her legs to give me a wider area to lather.

"You didn't tell me you were 'Black Owned' if that's what you mean," I responded as I reached for the wet lady razor in preparation for Susan's shaving.

"Yes I am sorry for that. But how would you have reacted to me telling you that I had a Black Master and I had been his Mistress?" she asked as I made my first short scrape of the razor down her mound.

"You did say you'd had a Boyfriend," I replied, "and I have always assumed that you and he had been Lovers. So maybe I would have understood, or maybe not, I don't know. But, as I am now finding out, there is a big difference between a Boyfriend and a Black Master, isn't there."

"... there is a big difference between a
Boyfriend and a Black Master, isn't there."

"Yes there is David, ......." she stopped in mid speech to consider what she was going to say next. "And I did have a Boyfriend at college."

"You mean Paul."

"No! His name was Simon."

I stopped the downward sweep of the razor just above her birthmark in surprise. 'She had a Boyfriend too?'

"We were on the same course and he used to carry my books for me. We sat together in lectures and we went everywhere together," she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I had shaved almost all of Susan's mound by this time and all that was left was to clear the centre of its lovely down with just one downward careful sweep.

"So you two-timed poor little Simon did you?" I said accusingly.

"This would have been hard for you to understand a few days ago," Susan said, as she patiently waited for me to finish removing her soft hair with my razor, "but this evening, I think you can hear the truth."

"Go on!"

"Simon was a submissive. His previous Girlfriend had cuckolded him with a Black Master and he had found out a few things about himself. In fact he had loved the idea of being the lesser man so nature took its lovely course, I became his Dominatrix and he became my cuckold Boyfriend."

"You were a Dominatrix?" I asked. "That's unbelievable."

"Not bad for a nineteen year old Black Owned Mistress is it," Sue said; clearly proud of her late teenage way of life.

"Did you have sex with him too," I asked, dreading the answer.

"Hell no!" Susan exclaimed. "He was already a fully caged cuckold by the time I took him on as my 'Sub'. All I ever did for his happiness was to trim his little bush occasionally and let him clean me up after Master Paul had finished in me."

"He attended your lovemaking with Paul?"

"Of course. He was our cuckold. He was as much a part of Master and my relationship as we were. We loved him and he loved us."

"And Paul - was he ever jealous?" I asked as I slowly and carefully eased the razor down over Susan's mound to collect just the last few hairs that covered her dark birthmark.

"Jealous? Heavens No! Simon was Paul's Reviver and he was very good at it too."

"So Simon was your Master's cock-sucker, as well as your semen cleaner. Is that it?" I said, wanting to hear more about my Wife's little love trio.

"That's such an ugly way of putting it David," Sue said in a gentle reprimand of my crude language, "Simon saw it as an honour to revive and pleasure his Master. Just as Clare's hubby does for his Master - Marcus."

Just as Clare's hubby does for his Master 

- Marcus."

"I think I understand. But what happened to Simon and Paul after you graduated?" I asked.

"A girl from Stevenage called Rebecca took my place as Paul's Mistress and Simon stayed on as their Submissive. I was told that Simon studied for a Doctorate and then married her when she graduated; the last I heard was that Rebecca had a new Black Lover and they were both very happy in their cuckold marriage."

"Well as long as everybody is happy," I remarked noncommitally as I delicately eased the razor down over the birthmark on her mound. It was the last part of her soft down and I wanted to be careful not to cut her.

"They are," Susan confirmed, "and we stiil get Christmas Cards from them."

"Oh THAT Rebecca and Simon!" I exclaimed looking up thus taking my gaze away from Sue's mound, while still removing the last of her hair, "I often wondered who they are."

"Watch what you are doing David," she said sharply as I looked down again at my handiwork. All of her soft downy hair had been removed, and I caught my breath at what had been revealed.

I remembered Susan's words when I had told her on that first night of our holiday that Clare was married but was making a baby with her Master - Marcus. "I bet there is a nice little ace of spades tattoo somewhere intimate underneath that thin dress she was wearing," she had said, and I hadn't thought too much of it at the time; we had been so tired. But now those words came back to me, because there before me was a small and beautifully made tattoo of the ace of spades; and if I had harboured any doubts as to what she had been telling me, they were gone - I now knew for certain that my Wife had been 'Black Owned'.

I now knew for certain that my Wife had been 'Black Owned'.

"How many times in the past ten years has my nose pressed against that," I said to Susan in that, suddenly very quiet bathroom, "I always thought it was a birthmark hidden away under your bush."

"In a way it is," Susan replied as she ruffled my hair in a gesture of affection.

"What do you mean?"

"Mum was 'Black Owned', so was Grandma and her Mother before her. It's a family thing. Great Grandma Iris lived near the South Coast of England during the war when some Black American troops were stationed nearby. She saw it as her duty to offer comfort to our allies, so when a Sergeant was billetted at her house she showed her appreciation in so many different ways - but mostly in her bed."

"And their husbands?" I asked; dreading the answer.

"Cuckolds all!"

"And they accepted it?"

Susan looked down at me in what I thought to be pity. "Of course they did David. I told you that they had all been selected by our Mothers for suitability - just like you. And it has worked beautifully for decades," she replied, "and Dad, Grandad and Great Grandad have all been very happy in their lives."

"And you think that I will?"

"Of course. And shall I tell you why," Susan replied.

I nodded; aware that my face was drawing even closer to Susan's mound.

"Because you love me," she said, as she gently eased my head with her hand towards the little tattoo, "and you know that I love you too."

"I know that. But ...."

"Sshhh! David," she told me as my lips made contact with the 'Ace of Spades' on her mound, "just be quiet and relish the moment. Your Wife has now become what she was always destined to be. And so have you."

I couldn't speak or pull my head away, so for just that quiet moment between us we became what we were going to be for the rest of our lives - Mistress and cuckold. And we both knew it - we were part of the 'Natural Order'.

Neither of us spoke as we showered and, as do many couples, I dressed as she dried her hair and applied her make up. And what was becoming a habit between us, she told me to lay out on the bed, the clothes she was going to wear for her next date with Raoul - panties, bra, dress.

The dress was a silky wrap-around purple mid length number that highlighted her eyes and blond hair. The bra and panties were a matched set in black - very lacy, very flimsy and designed to be appreciated by the man in her life. But I had other thoughts as I held out the lace triangle for Susan to step into.

"You say that I am now part of the Natural Order," I said, pulling the panties away.

"Yes!"

"And by implication, your willing cuckold,"

"Yes David! Why?"

I threw the panties onto the bed and said, "Then as your cuckold, I should take you to your Master tonight fully prepared for his pleasure."

"I thought you had already done that with the razor," Susan said.

"You are now a Black Master's woman," I said, still on my knees before her, "so you should go to him tonight allowing him unrestricted access."

"Are you saying that I am going on a 'no knickers' date with Raoul?"

"Or bra!" I said in reply.

Susan's brow furrowed delicately as she thought about my suggestion. "I go to him tonight naked under my dress?" Susan asked, with the beginnings of a smile on her pretty face.

"Yes!"

Her wide smile was mischievous as she asked sweetly, "I shall be wearing the dress when I meet Raoul, aren't I? A lady does like to know."

"It would be a bit of a shock in the bar if you walked up to your Master naked, wouldn't it."

"Not really David," she replied nonchalantly, "everybody in the hotel knows that Raoul and me are Lovers. But I think even he would blink once or twice."

"Just the dress and shoes then."

"Yes please Dear. And don't forget my necklace," she replied.

I reached into the nearby dressing table drawer for the 'Ace of Spades' pendant that she had worn the night before. The same pendant that had signalled my acceptance of My Wife and her Lover taking their relationship on to the next, intimate level.

With shaking fingers I secured the pretty item of jewellery around her neck, but I had seen something else in that drawer. It was the same as the pendant, with an 'Ace of Spades' hanging from its chain, but smaller.

"What's this?" I asked, "it's a small version of the pendant. Is it for your wrist? It's very pretty."

"It's not for my wrist David," Susan replied, "It's my ankle chain. My matching ankle chain."

"Am I going to regret asking you why Sue? Why you now need to wear one of these?" I asked her as I took it from the drawer and held the delicate chain in my hand.

"Wearing that on my right ankle will tell everybody that I am now owned by a Black Man," she replied whilst looking directly and meaningfully into my eyes, "and you must put it on me."

"So wearing this," I said as I inspected the catch holding it together, "is yet another symbol of my cuckolding."

"Maybe so David. But what it really means is that for those who know its meaning, will understand that I am a 'Black Owned' Hotwife."

"And no doubt that I am your wimpy cuckold hubby," I said without any trace of rancour or cynicism; because by now I was used to my unmanning and all of its little intricacies. I was inured to it - it was my future, and Susan, Raoul and everybody in that hotel, including Clare and Marcus, knew it. Maybe even Clare's husband Clive knew it too.

Susan didn't reply. She didn't have to. All she did was smile sympathetically, stand on her left leg and lift her right foot onto a nearby chair. And I knew exactly what I had to do.

The chain was a good fit on her right ankle and made a delicate tinkling sound as we walked from the suite towards the bar.

The chain was a good fit ...

For once, my fingers hadn't trembled when I had snapped the clasp closed on the chain. I was no longer emotionally confused - she was going to be his tonight and many nights after and I knew that my unmanning was only just beginning.

'Bring it on,' I thought, 'I can do this!'

Ariana, our baby-sitter, had spotted the chain on Susan's ankle almost immediately on her arrival at our suite and a look of amused complicity had passed between them. So if I had been in any doubt about the hotel staff knowing of Susan's affair with Raoul, it had been dispelled in that very moment. And that knowledge steadied my nerves as I took my Wife to be with her Black Master for the night.

The bar was quiet and expectant when we walked in. There were no catcalls or 'cuckoo' noises from those in the bar, now more full than I had seen it before.

Susan, of course, looked beautiful and, just like the evening before, it was clear to everybody that she had the very minimum on underneath her dress. But she and I knew the full truth; as soon as that dress came off tonight, she would be naked and available to Raoul. And the look in his eye as we approached told me that he had guessed our little secret.

His little smile when he spotted the ankle chain was one of warmth and anticipation, and was closely followed by an even bigger smile in return for Susan's own intimate kiss on the lips.

His arms wrapped around her and without a word he swept her away down the passageway towards his own suite. Suddenly he stopped and turned around with my Wife still clinging to him. "Thank you for preparing Susan for me tonight David. Last night we were just getting to know each other. Tonight I am going to make her mine. You understand what I am saying?"

I knew exactly what the tall handsome Black Master meant. He was going to make love to her all night - hot, hard and strong without let-up or rest. I knew then that the next time I would see my Wife she would be totally 'Black Owned' - again. She would be Mistress to him, with legs that would willingly open for him whenever he wanted her.

To this day I still don't know why I answered him in the way I did; but I knew my surrender was complete. "Yes Master!" I replied. And then turned to head for the Hotel Reception.

'Where the hell is 412?' I thought as I looked at the map in the foyer of the hotel. I found it and started down the same path that Susan and Raoul had walked along just three minutes earlier; I saw them in the distance about two hundred yards away. They were walking slowly, deep in conversation - deep in love.

"I am going to make her mine," he had said, so it was no surprise to me, when they reached the last suite in the pathway and stopped, kissed passionately and ...

"What the hell!" I exclaimed as Raoul bent slowly and picked up my Wife in his arms like a bride going over the threshold.

I heard her surprised happy scream and her laughter, even from that distance as her strong Lover opened the door to his suite. She was still laughing when the door slammed shut, leaving me staring disconsolately down the path at where they had been. If Raoul was going to make good on his promise of making my Wife 'his' then it was clear to me that she was as enthusiastic about it as he.

Suite 412 was the suite next door to Raoul's which was not a surprise. Raoul and Marcus had clearly made the holiday booking together and had asked for adjacent accommodation.

I stood momentarily outside of the door to 412 hoping to hear Susan and Raoul's lovemaking from the nearby suite before knocking.

The door, upon opening, revealed one of the loveliest sights I have ever seen in my life, and I immediately realised just why Marcus would want to put yet another baby in this lovely Wife of another man.

I immediately realised just why Marcus would
want to put yet another baby in this lovely
Wife of another man.

"Come in David," Clare said warmly unabashed by her semi nakedness, "but before we start with our evening, I want to be thoroughly convinced that you want this."

"Cuckold training, you mean?"

"Mmm! Yes! You do realise that Master and me will be using you to clean up our sticky mess and to .... shall we say .... regenerative duties."

"You were quite specific the other night," I replied, "so yes - I realise."

"Master and me are going to degrade and humiliate you tonight. Are you ready for that?"

"In the same way you degrade and humiliate your hubby?" I asked.

"Pretty much," she replied.

I took a deep breath. What could I lose? My Wife was next door being bedded by her Master's brother and she was happy to stand in front of me in just her knickers. It was obvious that Clare did not see me as a man, and to confirm my suspicion she hooked a finger into the black flimsy garment and dropped them to the floor.

She was as beautiful 'down there' as she was everywhere else. And just like Susan, she had a very delicate tattoo of the ace of spades on her mons; but there was something different about hers. There was another tiny tattoo above it.

Clare saw me looking and smiled. "You like my tattoo?" she asked.

I nodded without answering. What do you say to a beautiful Woman when she lets you see her sexual organs and sees you as less than a man?

"Susan has one, doesn't she."

I nodded in agreement and then said, "Yours is different. You have another one. A small one."

"That little one signifies that I have carried my Black Master's child. I have been Black Bred like a good White Mistress should," she replied.

"Marcus Junior," I said - stating the 'bleeding obvious'.

"Indeed David," Clare replied sweetly, and then continued to ask if I was ready.

"I am!" I replied, fully aware that my life, and how I see myself, was going to change yet again.

"Good boy!" she replied, and kicked her pretty black knickers across the floor towards me.

"I want you to strip off completely now," she said as she reached into a drawer in a nearby dressing table, "and put this plastic bag over your little willy and balls."

By the time I was fully naked she had passed the small clear plastic bag to me. On inspection, I noted that it was one of those bags with a small draw string , similar to those Susan used for freezing small portions of food.

"Make sure that it's not too tight David," she said, "we don't want our little cuckold to be harmed. Just tight enough so it can't come off."

"Like this?" I asked, as I pulled the string tight so it was a comfortable fit under my tiny balls.

"Perfect!" Clare declared after brief visual inspection of my handiwork. "Now pick up my panties and put them on."

I have some news

 

"We have always said that our affair should remain just between you and me, and that Brian shouldn't be affected."

"I thought you told him months ago that you were now my 'Black Owned Mistress'."

"Of course I did Master."

"And he still wears his little 'cucky cage' on his willy?"

"Don't worry. He's a total submissive - and he loves it."

"Then what is going to affect cuckold Brian?"

"You know we decided that our love should be 'natural'."

"Of course!"

"Then I have some news ....

.... that will affect all three of us."

 

I might have stayed at home more

“Is that all you are going to wear?” 

“Just these stockings and a mid length dress. Why do you ask?” 

“Because I’m your husband that’s why.” 

“Its been months now and you still ask me questions like this. Isn’t it about time you got used to being a cuckold?” 

“I suppose so Dear, but its so very hard.” 

“Well its a pity your little penis wasn’t hard. Maybe I might have stayed at home more.”

A True Cuckold

Knowing that your Wife has a Lover is one thing, but witnessing Master stripping her naked in preparation for his pleasure is another level of delightful humiliation for a cuckold.