A cuckold short story

 

A Tale of the Natural Order 

Seduced by telephone 

It was the look that told me that he had just entered the room and that our lives were to change forever. It was the moment that the consistent pressure of my Boss, Joshua, to date my Wife Samantha had paid off. 

 

It was about three months ago that Samantha and Joshua had met at a party thrown by a mutual friend of ours and their attraction to each other became so very obvious to everone - including me. The following morning, Joshua had called me up to his office and told me that he had enjoyed Samantha's company and asked me if it would be acceptable if he asked her out on a date. As one might imagine, I was not overly enthusiastic about this idea, but reluctantly I agreed to put the idea to her. 

 

That evening Samantha feigned outrage at Joshua's request and informed me that she took her wedding vows seriously. "No bloody way!" she had fervently told me. But I had seen the light of sensual interest in her eyes and that sparkle of pleasure convinced me that her refusal was not the end of the matter. 

 

Joshua remained cheerful at my message that my Wife did not want to date him but, still smiling, he asked me if we would object to him phoning her every evening. I thought it to be an odd way to seduce another man's Wife but I hadn't taken into account his powers of persuasion. So I said yes to his request. 

 

His first call was met with a chilly response from Samantha but subsequent phone conversations every evening, over a period of a week saw my pretty Wife thaw to him and eventually take the call on the extension upstairs. Out of earshot to me, I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying to him, but the sound of her happy laughter told me that my Wife and my Boss were getting on just fine now. 

 

When she came downstairs one evening after a particularly long conversation, Samantha looked pensive and just a little nervous. Clearly something had changed and I wanted to know what it was. 

 

"What is the matter?" I asked. 

 

"Joshua has suggested something," she replied. 

 

"He's been doing that all week!" I responded sarcastically. 

 

Samantha ignored my barb and replied, "He suggested that we meet in that wine bar in town and see how things go between us." 

 

"What does he mean by 'we'?" 

 

"The three of us." 

 

"Why?" 

 

"To discuss his reasons for wanting to start dating me," she replied - her face now an ashen mask of tension. 

 

"And?" 

 

"For me to discuss ....," she paused, plucking up courage to finish what she was about to say, "..... why ....... I would like ...... to be his....... I mean to go on a date with him." 

 

Samantha had very nearly said it. She would like to be his Girlfriend or Mistress she had been close to saying it to me - her husband. I thought it was time for reality. 

 

"Sam," I said slowly and clearly so there was no misunderstanding, "Joshua is a big Black Master who will expect his pretty dates to do more than just hold hands in the cinema and have sweet little goodnight kisses when he brings you home. He will want you in his bed at the earliest opportunity and by the force of his personality, his large member and sexual stamina he will 'own' you. My pretty Wife will become his Black Owned Mistress and I will be a humiliated cuckolded husband. Is that what you want?" 

 

She looked back at me as if I wasn't there. She had a faraway look in her eyes and the colour had rushed back into her cheeks as she said, 

 

"Will you help me get ready?" 

 

"If that is what you want Dear." 

 

We were halfway through our first glass of wine before Joshua entered the bar, however he lost no time in coming over to us and sit next to Samantha. He was already laying his claim on my Wife and the happy look on her face told me that she knew it too. 

 

After a few minutes of pleasantries, he opened the subject of why we were at that wine bar. 

 

"As you know Paul," he said, calling me by my first name which he never did at work, "Samantha and me have been talking all this week and we both thought that we should give this 'dating' thing a try." 

 

"Then why am I here Joshua?" I asked, using his first name, which I never did at work. 

 

"To see and understand the reality." 

 

"Reality?" I asked, intrigued by what he meant. 

 

"The reality of your Wife leaving your side to go off into the night to be with another man," he replied as he watched my reaction closely. 

 

"The cuckolded hubby's reality you mean," I responded, conscious that my voice was starting to sound like an unhappy whine. 

 

"It's only a date Paul," he said while standing up to help Samantha to her feet. 

 

But I knew different, so did Samantha and so did he. We had both noticed the look of pleasure and desire on her face as he had entered the wine bar and the way that she now clung onto his arm unnecessarily. My Wife is no weakling and is quite capable of standing on her own two feet; perhaps she felt giddy at the anticipation of what he had to offer - that very night in his bed. 

 

They were at the door when I asked the question many cuckolded husbands have asked over the millions of years that humans have married. "Should I wait up Dear?" 

 

Joshua's arm was around her waist but she still managed to turn and look me in the eye. She paused for a moment, smiled sweetly and then very slowly, she shook her head. I had my answer! 

 

I sat alone in that wine bar and took another hour to finish the glass in front of me, and I thought long and hard. Two of my colleagues at work had Wives with Black Lovers; they were quite relaxed and open about it, and because they sat near me in the office, I often caught catches of their conversations about their cuckolding. There was one aspect of their lives they mentioned very often, and that was the 'Natural Order'. I didn't then know what it was, but I thought I did now. 

 

Seeing Samantha with Joshua seemed to me to be quite 'natural'; her delicate beauty and his powerful body and handsome dark face looked right somehow; made for each other even. It was as though it was ordained to be by a higher 'order' and, in my Wife's case, 

it had been just waiting to happen.