My cuckold marriage - the beginning.

 When a happy marriage reaches the five year mark (or thereabouts) it is only natural that a good and caring husband knows and understands his Wife’s likes and dislikes. This is particularly true of the marriage bed, and like most couples I knew exactly what Samantha, or Sam as I call her, needed for her to be a very satisfied and contented Lady – and it wasn't me. She was very kind of course and rarely commented on my lack of size and hardness, but I knew that I would have to do something for her soon; I owed it to my sweet and beautiful Wife.

Denzel was a good friend of mine from work and I knew that he fancied Sam, and that she had often delighted in my telling her about his conquests of other mens' Wives, so I guessed that she had a secret passion for my big Black friend. As I said, a good hubby can read the signs, and knows when it is time to take action.

I will admit to some trepidation on the evening that I invited Denzel around for drinks, but I was pleased to see that both Sam and he had taken care to dress nicely and look good. After a few minutes small-talk, Sam and Denzel started chatting amicably and were even gently teasing each other like old friends. They were getting on well and everything was going as I had planned.

Like a good hubby should, I made my excuses and went into the kitchen, leaving my lovely Wife alone with Denzel. I had told them that I was busy preparing food and it would take some time. Nevertheless I wanted to make sure that my Wife and my friend were enjoying each other's company, so I decided to look in on them occasionally.

The first time I looked in on them they were kissing. To witness my own Wife with her arms around Denzel's neck and with their lips planted on each other’s was an emotional shock, so I very nearly lost my resolve and was tempted to step into the room to disturb them. But I did not. And why? Because seeing her in his strong dark arms was the most natural and beautiful thing I had seen in a long, long time, and the look of sublime pleasure on her face told me that my instincts had been right. Sam wanted him and my friend clearly wanted her, and under such circumstances, a good hubby should always step aside.

The second time I quietly sneaked a peak at the very involved couple left me in no doubt that Samantha was enjoying his attentions even more and had forgotten my very existence.

... Samantha ... had forgotten my very existence.

So, just as a husband who only has three inches should, I backed out of the room and let nature take its inevitable and wonderful course. It wasn't easy to sit in my kitchen while Sam and Denzel got to know each other more and more intimately, but my love for my Wife only increased my determination to give Sam a more satisfying life.

Twenty minutes later, all that could be heard from our lounge was rhythmic groans and squeals from Sam and the slap of heavy dark balls on naked female flesh. So I took another look and from what I saw, I was no longer in any doubt. She was experiencing everything that had been missing in our marriage, and I was now a cuckold.

... I was now a cuckold.

Quietly, I moved back into the lounge and sat silently in the dark as Denzel brought Sam to the mind shattering orgasm that over the years she should have been entitled to. I did nothing and sat silent and humbled as he then roared like a wild animal and with hard violent thrusts, he emptied his seed into my Wife. And watching them together I knew that I had been right to allow my Wife the freedom she deserves.

After her head had cleared and Denzel had left it was clear that Sam was ashamed that she had cheated on me. She was silent and shamefaced after we had gone to bed; nevertheless I held her close me and waited as she wept

“Oh God Jeremy,” she said between her tears of mortification, “I am ... so sorry. I don’t know what ....... came over me.”

“Strictly speaking it was Denzel. And he came in you, not over you.”

My reply elicited another round of wailing, so I let Sam blub for another ten minutes before I quietly asked the most pertinent question of the night, “Did you enjoy it Sam?”

She continued to cry but I knew that she was playing for time, so I asked her again, “Did you enjoy it Sam?”

Agin she didn't answer, so I continued, “Did you like Denzel’s hands on your private places? And did you enjoy being mounted by your black stallion?”

She stopped crying, but with red eyes and wet runny nose she still stayed silent; so I went in for the kill, “How about when he flooded you with his Black Master's seed. Did you feel good like a pretty White Mistress should? Did you love it my pretty young Wife?”

“Yes!”

At last I had my answer.

“Repeat that please,” I said.

“Yes! I loved it! All of it.”

“Just as I thought you would my Love.”

Sam dried her eyes and with some apprehension asked the question she didn't want to ask. “So what do you want to do about my cheating on you?”

“You have deserved better than me inside your sweet young body for too long,” I said, thus leaving her in no doubt that this was something I had considered for a long time, “so tomorrow evening I shall help you get ready and I will take you to Denzel’s apartment where you will spend the night with him. He has my permission to f*ck you all night long and he will have you repeatedly, without let up or rest. And by the next morning you will know what it means to be a Black Owned Mistress. How does that sound?”

Sam sniffed, wiped her eyes and replied, "Would it be possible to go to Denzel's in the morning?"

Gently I rolled her onto her back and eased her legs open ready for my attentions. Her labia still smelt of Deven's seed and the musty, salty taste of his essence met my cuckold's tongue in the moment of the complete emasculation of my manliness.

But my Wife had asked me a question and for me there was only one answer. Looking up from my totally submissive position, I replied,

“Of course we can Samantha.”