At first sight this is just two people sharing a moment of friendship together - a little joke or an amusing story maybe. A little flirtatious perhaps but nothing that should concern the Lady's hubby. But if you think this you would be wrong.
The picture was taken just a couple of weeks ago at a social gathering, and the people are no other than Remi, the CEO of the Company I work for and my Wife Antonia.
Antonia had never indicated to me that she saw Remi as anything other than my employer and she had rarely shown any interest in his personal life, even though it was rumoured that he often used the pretty Wives from the White Mistress Order for his carnal pleasures. As a Black Master with a Company of his own and a well-hung athletic body, it was no surprise that many of the WMO Wives were happy to give the rich young man everthing he desires when sharing his bed.
Given his popularity with the WMO Wives and his regular use of their services, I was astonished at what Antonia told me when we were in the car going home that evening.
"What were you and Remi talking about," I asked as we left his large detached house in the suburbs.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked.
"Ready for what?"
I experienced that little frisson of trepidation that most husbands feel when his Wife prepares him for a shock. And I was right to feel it.
"Remi is looking for a permanent Girlfriend. He likes the WMO Wives but he thinks that he should have someone steady in his life," she replied.
My voice shook when I asked. "So ... who does he ... have in mind?"
"He's going to call you into his office tomorrow and ask you if he can start dating me."
"Is that why you were smiling at him?" I asked; now feeling slightly sick.
"Yes! I told him that I would love to be his Girlfriend. I hope you don't mind."
"You won't just be his Girlfriend. You will become his Mistress.He will own you and be your Master," was my retort.
You will become his Mistress.
At first sight this is just two people sharing a moment of friendship together - a little joke or an amusing story maybe. A little flirtatious perhaps but nothing that should concern the Lady's hubby. But if you think this you would be wrong.
The picture was taken just a couple of weeks ago at a social gathering, and the people are no other than Remi, the CEO of the Company I work for and my Wife Antonia.
Antonia had never indicated to me that she saw Remi as anything other than my employer and she had rarely shown any interest in his personal life, even though it was rumoured that he often used the pretty Wives from the White Mistress Order for his carnal pleasures. As a Black Master with a Company of his own and a well-hung athletic body, it was no surprise that many of the WMO Wives were happy to give the rich young man everthing he desires when sharing his bed.
Given his popularity with the WMO Wives and his regular use of their services, I was astonished at what Antonia told me when we were in the car going home that evening.
"What were you and Remi talking about," I asked as we left his large detached house in the suburbs.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked.
"Ready for what?"
I experienced that little frisson of trepidation that most husbands feel when his Wife prepares him for a shock. And I was right to feel it.
"Remi is looking for a permanent Girlfriend. He likes the WMO Wives but he thinks that he should have someone steady in his life," she replied.
My voice shook when I asked. "So ... who does he ... have in mind?"
"He's going to call you into his office tomorrow and ask you if he can start dating me."
"Is that why you were smiling at him?" I asked; now feeling slightly sick.
"Yes! I told him that I would love to be his Girlfriend. I hope you don't mind."
"You won't just be his Girlfriend. You will become his Mistress.He will own you and be your Master," was my retort.
You will become his Mistress.
You will become his Mistress.
"Oh dear! Who would have thought that," she replied, not even bothering to hide her happy smile. And that was the moment I knew what the future of our marriage would be.
My Boss did not take long to explain to me the inevitability of Antonia becoming his Mistress and i left his office ten minutes later knowing that my Wife would soon belong to another man.
Their first evening together was a 'get to know you' date, the second night he brought her home and they kissed passionately in front of me - thus showing me their full intentions towards each other. On the night of their third date she phoned me to tell me that she was going to stay with him for the night and not to wait up.
The next day Remi called me up to his office and told me that my Wife had enjoyed having his big dark cock inside her all night and that he now intended to make Antonia his permanent Mistress. He also suggested that i should make many personal adjustments to my new life as a cuckolded husband.
The curious thing about being a cuckold is that it releases you from society's norms. i feel a sense of release from trying to present to the world a persona of a real man; in fact ...
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... i no longer pretend tobe something i am not. |
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