The Story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james.

 Chapter Twenty - Friday night's fun

 

Warning - this chapter depicts sexual intimacy between men.

 

 Why wasn't I outraged? Why had I done that intimate thing with Alana? The ladyboy who used to be, and still is my best friend Alan, football mate and drinking buddy, was without doubt, one of the prettiest 'girls' I had ever seen. Prettier than Elaine? Perhaps not quite; but she (he) had a female delicacy about her that was quite enchanting.

... she / he had a delicacy about 
her that was quite enchanting.

As I lay on my back , feeling the thrusts of Jackson's love making with my Wife on the mattress that we were sharing, I felt conflicted by what I had done. There was no doubt that Alana had enjoyed the taking of her little penis into my mouth, the sensuous hardening as I plied my hitherto undiscovered skills and the final spurting of semen into the back of my throat. It was bliss for her and after we had cleaned up I had felt no humiliation or shame at the degradation of my manliness and I realised that I had liked it too. 'Why wouldn't I?' I thought to myself, 'I am a cuckold after all!'

For the rest of the evening we had been inseparable; standing naked together hand in hand without speaking too much as our Wives and their Lovers drank and flirted. At one point in the evening I remarked to Alana that I thought that Bruno was making extra fuss over Madeleine's belly bulge, at which point she became guarded in her response. "How long have I been a cuckold James?" he asked.

I looked back at the beautiful creature with a perplexed gaze. "I dunno," I replied lamely, "Elaine told me that it was about a year."

"It's closer to eighteen months," she replied, "and I have been in a little cage for almost a year now. Except for tonight! And thank you by the way. Maddie said that you would do as you were told, and you did. She won her bet with Elaine by the way."

"You're welcome," I replied, suddenly realising that I had been set up by my Wife and her best friend. But I was not connecting with the point she was trying to make, "So the significance of that is what?"

She smiled back at me prettily and asked me what was the purpose of the penis cage.

"To lock the cuckold's penis away, and ..........." I did not need to continue talking as the implications came to me in a rush.

"And?" she asked in her quiet and gentle manner.

"The baby is not yours. It's Bruno's! Isn't it Alan." I said in a rush.

"The baby is not yours. It's Bruno's!"

 

"Oh Detective Inspector!" Alana said with what could only be an amused smile on her pretty face, "the power of deduction never fails you does it - eventually!"

It was pointless and would be considered crass to offer any condolences because, not only did Alana (Alan) seem tolerant of his Wife carrying another man's child, but rational about his own role in their relationship.

"You might have told me," I replied lamely, suddenly realising, that yet again, I was the last to know.

"I thought it was bleeding obvious," she replied - her daintiness slipping ever so slightly. 

The evening grew to a close shortly after our little conversation however at the door, Alana, now full dressed, turned to kiss me and thank me. It wasn't a 'goodnight' or 'goodby' kiss that I received from Alana, and when her tongue dived down my throat and her long and cool fingers squeezed by aching balls I knew that, wedding or no wedding, that evening would not be the only time that we would be intimate. "Thanks for not getting sniffy about Maddie's pregnancy James," she whispered in my ear, "We shall do this again - after the wedding." Oddly, the thought of it did not repulse me.

I knew that I was not attending to my duties in the bedroom, even though my hand was gently pushing down on Elaine's mound so as to fully engage her pink clitoris with the top surface of Master Jackson's dark manhood. As usual, ('Usual? It's only been five days.') Elaine was driven to the brink of total helplessness as Jackson's thrusting brought her closer and closer to a mind shattering orgasm. On his part he was holding back his own climax to maximise his control over her and prepare her for a beautiful 'spending'.

But nature has it's own agenda, and before long she screamed her love for him as he emptied his big, heavy, manly balls deep into her. And just as the night before, I waited for Master to roll off my Wife before I moved down the bed and settle myself between her legs. Her labia felt warm on my lips and the odour of Master Jackson's essence filled my nostrils with its musty aroma. My tongue flicked out between her soft pink labial flaps and immediately encountered the salty sticky semen that he had produced when his cock had pulsed and kicked inside her just seconds before. And I knew from previous ejaculations of his that the small amount that lie outside of her body was just the first taste from the lake of hot and very personal fluid inside her vagina.

More milky fluid oozed from her onto my scooping tongue and down my throat as she lay on her back still only half recovered from the magnificent and energetic lovemaking by 'Master'. The word seemed to come so naturally to me in these circumstances - the circumstances of Master, Mistress and cuckold. This was no longer a game of silly role play, the delightful interlude between myself and Alana just an hour or so before had shown me that I had accepted my future. Would I be a sissy like Alan, or Alana as she preferred to be called? I think not; pretty dresses are not my thing. But a slave to Master and Mistress? That is what I would be, but this time I was no longer playing at exploring. I would be what they expect of me and there will no longer be any more of those pointless 'three tries'. 'I am now their cuckold slave,' I thought to myself as another mouthful of warm salty semen slid down my throat while at the same time I reached up my right hand to gently wrap my fingers around his sticky flaccid manhood.

"You are getting enthusiastic," commented Jackson as he allowed me to stroke his large brown member, "multitasking too, after your little episode with your new Girlfriend."

Lifting my head away from Elaine's sticky labia, I looked up over her mound at Jackson peering down at me in the soft orange light of the bedside lamp. "A slave should always strive to please his Mistress and Mast......" I stopped mid sentence. I wanted so much to give this man who had taken over our lives his proper respect, but I couldn't - not yet anyway. I had told him that I would never call him 'Master', but we all knew that I would eventually. Nevertheless, I wanted the moment of my capitulation to be special, and I knew that moment would be soon.

Jackson seemed to sense this conflict within me and said no more other than, "That's very nice cj," in reference to my tender stroking of his cock, "please continue."

His thick manhood felt warm and soft in my hand as I stroked it over its full length, from bulbous crown down to his heavy balls that I treated as if they were two precious jewels. My lapping at Elaine's pussy continued too, and each emission of Master Jackson's semen from her vagina was greedily slurped up and swallowed hungrily. Such sticky and sweaty pleasures continued for a while until I could gradually discern a change to the large member that I was so smoothly and gently stroking with my free hand. Master Jackson was getting hard again. Elaine too was back with us after her lovely orgasm and was happy to lie next to her Lover as I pleasured her with my tongue and take over the stroking of his now fully hardened member.

... and take over the stroking of his now fully hardened member.

 

I felt Elaine's little hand then ease my head away from her groin and as I looked up to see what the reason was for doing so. she said, "cj, my sweet little man. Roll over on the bed and lie face up. Let's have a little fun." I was intrigued but, like the good servant that I was (and still am to this day), I rolled over into the space Jackson and Elaine had left for me in the middle of the bed.

"A little further towards the end of the bed cj," said Master Jackson as he planted both of his knees into the pillows by the bed head. Elaine, her pussy still shiny and sticky from her Lover's semen positioned herself by placing her knees either side of my head and then lowering her mound down within a half-inch of my mouth. At the same time as Elaine dropped her head down towards my own crotch, Master Jackson eased forward and placed the head of his cock against Elaine's well lubricated entrance. I could do nothing as I looked up and saw his now thick dark member, now almost touching my lips, slide slowly into my Wife.

I felt Elaine's hot breath on my caged penis as she moaned delightfully at her Master's much welcome penetration and it made me recall the last time she had put her head down there and taken the whole of my little penis and balls into her mouth.

"How are you doing cj? Are you comfortable?" asked Master Jackson.

"I'm fine," I replied, conscious of my now lowly position, "just a little cur........." I was about to tell him that I was curious about why I was in that position when the answer presented itself. It presented itself in the form of two heavy testicles that eased down either side of my nose and then fell into my open mouth. 'Don't they call this 'tea-bagging'?'

He allowed me a couple of seconds to become used to the feel of his balls on my tongue before pulling slowly back out of Elaine. Once again he pushed into her and once again his testicles found my mouth, but this time I was ready. Immediately my tongue went to work on those heavy seed bags; licking and rolling them around in the same way that I did as a kid with two sugary gobstoppers in my mouth. Was I doing this right? Silly question! The sounds of pleasure coming from Master Jackson told me all that I needed to know.

Again he pulled slowly out of Elaine but this time I did not remove my tongue. I knew very well just what it was that he wanted from me and by this time I was more than happy to oblige. His balls left my mouth and so my tongue, now pushed out and up to its maximum protrusion, made contact with the underside of his dark brown cock. I was licking another man's rod, his cock, his manhood. I waited for the waves of shame and humiliation to take a hold of me, but there were none. I had felt none with Alana's pretty pink prawn in my mouth and I felt no shame now. I was doing just what a cuckold slave should be doing - pleasing his Master and Mistress intimately and being more than happy to do so.

Master Jackson then pushed in again, waited for me to pleasure his testicles and then pulled out with my tongue now fully engaged with the underside of his manhood, only this time he pulled fully out thus allowing the underside of his bulbous glans to rest on my lips. I needed no further invite, and the tip of my tongue went to work on the frenulum, which is the area where the foreskin meets underneath. It is a part of the penis that can be very sensitive and I knew it from my own diminutive apology for a manhood.

Master Jackson had made his point and I had responded in the way that he required of me, so it was time to attend to Elaine's needs.

... so it was time to attend to Elaine's needs.

 

Gradually he increased the tempo of his thrusts into Elaine and there was little time for me to enjoy the feel of his cock and balls on my tongue. I was in a maelstrom of sexual intercourse between two healthy and strong young animals, locked in place by my slavery and by my desire to serve.

As night follows day, Master Jackson's passions rose to his climax and the head of his rod mashed into her cervix as his hips slammed hard into Elaine's body. Such was her orgasm that she clamped her mouth over my plastic cage and screamed her pleasure onto my 'little man'. Eventually, his balls tightened in the pre-ejaculation state that all real men enjoy, leaving me just moments to savour the feel of the now unmoving sacks of hot seed with my mischievous exploring tongue. Three quick 'snake hips' thrusts later, his large brown phallus erupted his semen deep into the receptive and willing woman who just was my Wife - and still my tongue kept up its dutiful exertions.

Within seconds, a quivering Elaine collapsed forward onto my body with her head on the top of my feet, her pussy oozing copious volumes of seed and her throat eliciting low moans of sexual satisfaction. Simultaneously, Master Jackson's slimy and rapidly softening dark cock slid from her vagina and fell onto my face and my ready tongue that immediately sprang into action.

It was clear that Master Jackson had no intention of removing his heavy member from its happy location, so with some difficulty I removed my arms from below Elaine's recumbent body. With my hands free I was now able to lightly press his substantial meaty manhood onto my face and tenderly stroke, kiss and lick it as a sign of my total acceptance of new way of life. I wasn't 'sucking his cock', I was making love to it, and he knew it.

I was prepared to do anything now, and if there had been any lingering doubts about my conversion to 'true cuckold' then the second that I bent my head back and took Master Jackson's round glans into my mouth and nestled it at the back of my throat was the moment they were finally banished. I was his cuckold and all that was needed now was the ceremony.

As his cock started to thicken under my brushing intimate fingers and his glans filled out in my mouth I could feel Elaine coming round from her intense orgasm. Like an uncoiling snake she eased back up my body and put her beautiful round arse in the air just above my face. Briefly, I felt her hot breath on my 'cage' and as Master Jackson eased his now enlarged meat away she raised herself up lowered herself onto my face. Immediately, my face was deluged with hot semen from my Wife's vagina.

Barely aware of movement of the bed, I felt Master move around to straddle my hips and start (I guessed) kissing Elaine, who for her part in this wonderful situation, proceeded to grind her pussy down onto my face. Master's salty emission flowed like a creamy stream onto my face, into my mouth, in my eyes, my nose, my hair and my ears, and I loved it. It was a real man's essence, unlike my own, and I knew that this was what I had been born for - to serve. And serve him I did; as Elaine engulfed me in Master's seed, I placed both hands down to my groin and found his thick dark rod laying across my plastic encased penis, and I recommenced my tender stroking.

Some would say that it is degrading to be used in such a way, and they are probably right if they themselves consider themselves to be virile and masculine. But one thing was clear to me as I lay on my back on that bed that night, I was none of those things and the two Lovers using me knew it as well. "The penis never lies," Jackson had remarked (was it just yesterday?) and the stiffness of my own 'cotton reel' sized penis, still contained in its 'prison', confirmed that aphorism. I knew that I was not a 'gay' man, but virile and masculine? No! Definitely not!

Within minutes the flow of jism ceased from Elaine's vagina and Master's rod was now standing vertical, ready for another round of pleasure with my Wife. As one, they removed themselves from my body and lay down beside each other and started to kiss and talk quietly together; I, on the other hand, removed myself from the bed and went into the bathroom to clean the slimy deposits from my face and my body. In the shower, the warm water seemed to lull me and bring a feeling of warmth, love and devotion towards the pair of Lovers in the bedroom that I had just left.

My ablutions complete, I re-entered the bedroom to find our mating pair tenderly kissing and, because it was very late and we were all tired, only making a token attempt at lovemaking. My breath caught as I stood at the door looking down at the beauty of them both. If I hadn't realised it before, I did now - this was now a permanent way of life for me and I should embrace it; and the first step was to show them both that I recognize Jackson's mastery over me.

My breath caught as I stood at the door looking down at the beauty of them both.

 

The next day was Saturday. Another day - was this to be the one when I surrender my sense of manliness to my Wife's Master? I was uncertain, but I fell asleep that night a happy man, rocked by the gentle movement of the bed as my Wife and her Black Master made tender love.