The Story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james

Chapter Twenty Two - Mede Manor - Part One

Warning - this chapter includes sexual intimacy between Master and cuckold

It was barely a week since I had watched my Wife Elaine walk with her Black Lover under a beach tower and make love with him. I was a cuckold from that moment on and, in those ensuing tumultuous six days in my life, my voluntary transition from happily married man to an enslaved minion was complete. So here I was, sitting in Master Jackson's chauffeur driven Mercedes on my way to Elaine and his engagement party at a place called Mede Manor. My Wife was going to tell the world (well everybody who mattered to us) that she, the man we both call Master and me were now in a permanent three-cornered relationship. We were to be the declared the 'Black Owned' couple of Jackson, her Lover - our Master.

"This looks familiar," I remarked to Terry our chauffeur as we turned down a Sussex lane in the direction of Wittles Bay, "we were here last week. I'm sure it's the same place."

"It is cj," replied the young driver who, like me, wore the gold collar and right ankle chain that marked us out as 'complete and owned' by our Masters. Terry, I was beginning to learn, was untroubled by the fact that his Wife (Joanne) had given birth to her Black Master's child (Lucy) and was very close to producing another - a boy who would be called Luke, after his natural father who is also Jackson's brother and business partner.

My comment had been the first in almost an half an hour as I had spent most of the journey in profound shock at the revelation by Terry that it was traditional for couples to, in his words, 'get busy' after the engagement declaration. The very same event that I was now heading for, and how I had not thrown up on the floor of the beautiful Mercedes, I will never know. 'Are Master and Mistress really about to start making a baby?' I thought to myself. 'And what would be my involvement or position in that process?

The more I thought about this new problem, 'is it a problem?' I realised that something that morning had been an indication of what was about to be the future for the three of us. Master had affixed a new black coloured restraint to my penis and had retained the key under his control. 

"You should understand," he had said after clicking the lock home as I stood naked before him in our shower room at home in Blackheath, "that only my manhood will enter your Wife's warm and beautiful body from now on." And I had replied that I understood - if I hadn't understood then, I most surely did now.

But why was I so surprised that this 'engagement' was anything other than a declaration that Master and Mistress would 'mate'? The happy guy sat next to me driving the car was content that his Wife is now the 'mate' of a superior Black Man and had 'got busy' with him not just once but twice now - and who is to say that they would stop at two. My own best friend Alan's Wife Maddie had a Black Lover called Bruno and was now carrying his child - furthermore Alan had reacted to his cuckolding by following a path of femininity and, I had to admit, was making a very good job of being 'Alana'. 'And was it just last night that his pretty little penis had been pleasured by me?'

Alan had reacted to his cuckolding by 
following a path of femininity and, I 
had to admit, was making a very good 
job of being 'Alana'.

'Why had I not said anything to Mistress?' I asked myself. But I already knew the answer to that; just two hours before I had knelt before Master and had willingly stated that - "I am impotent sexually, physically and dynamically. I am a servant, a submissive, the kind of man that is not fit to have a Wife such as Elaine and should give her up to the superior man. I am the kind of man who should have a Master." That declaration had diminished my manliness totally and the decision as to whether My Wife and her Master should mate was not mine. I was emasculated, and the memory of Master's penis in my mouth and the taste of his seed in the back of my throat was its constant reminder.

 ... and the memory of Master's penis in my mouth and the 
taste of his seed in the back of my throat was its 
constant reminder.

 

Terry turned the Mercedes into the unobtrusive entrance to the the beach that just six days ago, Elaine had told me to turn down at the last minute, nearly causing me to skid. There was no such disarray this time as he skilfully manoeuvred the vehicle down the narrow lane until almost immediately another well-nigh hidden entrance appeared on the right hand side that I did not recall seeing last time we were here. An equally unobtrusive, but nevertheless good quality wooden sign in dark brown and gold denoting that we were at 'Mede Manor' came into view as the Mercedes swept down a well built and expensive drive of tarmac and stones. Suddenly we were out of the scruffy sandy lane down to the beach and into a beautiful green country estate.

"So this is Mede Manor," I remarked to Terry.

"Not yet cj. This is a very long drive," he answered, "and the grounds stretch for miles yet."

"A very good friend of mine and his Wife own this place," Master said reclining o the back seat as he lovingly stroked Mistress's breasts through the flimsy see-through material of her blouse, "and they are both dying to meet you cj."

"With a place like this they must be a Lord and Lady," I commented to Master while looking at the green parkland moving past the window.

"No cj," Master answered with a smile, "they are just John and Jenny Smith."

"Oh I get it," I replied with sudden inspiration, "they wish to remain incognito."

Master looked amused. "No really cj. They're just John and Jenny Smith. And a more lovely couple would be hard to find."

I remained silent after that information and thought better of jumping to conclusions - something that I have always been guilty of - and contented myself at enjoying the beauty of the countryside and finding happiness at the view of the English Channel coming into view between two small hills. The sparkling blue in the summer sun and the emerald green of the parkland made a splendid sight and I found myself enjoying this lovely panorama. The large manor house was a brown / reddish colour and matched the landscape perfectly and even the adjacent car park was not the usual eyesore that one finds at such beautiful places.

Terry pressed the horn as he drove into the car park and then came to a standstill outside the main entrance. Immediately the old wooden door swung open and out walked a small bald headed man of indeterminate age and a lovely red headed Woman who was smiling from ear to ear at our arrival.

Immediately, Master was out of the car and was hugging the red head as if she was his long lost Mother. Elaine then disappeared into her voluminous bosom as she in turn was greeted as a beloved daughter would have been.

"You did it! You clever old stick," Jenny cried to Master, clapping her hands in happiness.

With a huge triumphant grin on his face, Master turned to me and beckoned me forward. "Mistress," he said in a very unfamiliar formal tone, "Elaine, my new lady, you have already met," which elicited a conspiratorial smile in Mistress's direction from the larger than life red-head, "but now I want you to meet her husband - James - our cuckold."

I felt an immediate rush of humiliation which lasted almost ten milliseconds as I was gathered up in her strong arms and my face was buried between Jenny's large, but surprisingly firm breasts. "My sweet little darling," I just about heard her say through the thin cloth of her dress, "we shall so look after you. Don't be afraid because you are far from alone in this new way of life that you find yourself in."

I wasn't afraid and I knew that I was not alone, but I was grateful that she was seeing me as a person and not just as a cuckold to be dismissed as worthless. And besides, her breasts and the delightful 'womanly' aroma of her skin was most pleasant so, like the good cuckold that I am, I stayed in that warm embrace until I was released.

No sooner was I standing back on terra firma than I found a small man's hand outstretched for me to shake. "I'm John," said the balding man pleasantly, "and I am pleased to meet you cj. Jackson and Elaine have told me so much about you."

I muttered something in reply but in my overwhelmed state I was unable to answer, which was just as well as he turned to Master and asked, "Has he committed Jackson? Has he knelt? And is he ready?" His voice had changed from affable to authority in the instant that he asked Master those three questions, and all of a sudden it was clear to me just who the actual Master of the house was.

Master Jackson turned immediately to John and it was clear to me that he held a great deal of respect for this insignificant little man. "Yes Master John," he replied, almost bowing, "all and more besides."

"Excellent news Jackson," replied John, back into his charming manner, "now you and Elaine get settled and I shall bring cj up to you after I have shown him around."

Master, Mistress and Jenny disappeared into the house and as I turned back towards John I found him looking at me with shrewd eyes and a slight smile on his face. "So you're  a cuckold just like me then cj," he said without any hint of sarcasm or censure.

I only managed a confused nod before he continued, "Now let's take a walk so we can look over Wittles Bay beach. The very same beach on which you discovered your new life last Sunday."

As we walked, like most Englishmen, he talked about the weather and the magnificent house behind us. "I understand that you are a currency trader cj," he asked as we left the car park and walked across the lawn towards an outcrop of rock on which a narrow brick path had been laid.

"Not quite," I replied, "I'm only responsible for the African currencies desk. My friend Alan is the trader."

"Oh yes Alan. The chap with the Wife made pregnant by Bruno. One of our Mede Manor graduates," he said as we made our way to a seat overlooking the beach below the cliff. Before I could ask the obvious question John continued to speak in an almost academic way, "I understand that Alan has taken the feminine path to his cuckolding. Each to their own of course but that wouldn't do for me. How about you?"

"Oh I am just happy to serve my Master and Mistress," I replied as I looked out along the beach and the people that were enjoying themselves on the sand and in the sea.

"I see cj. You just want to be a submissive then," he stated as if it was a 'done deal', but then pointed to young man who was striding up the beach towards the hut where the drinks and snacks were sold. "It's on!" he exclaimed excitedly, "can you see?"

I could not see but he continued, "Just like you last week, our prospective cuckold has been told to go to the kiosk and get drinks - this is a standard operating procedure for such moments by the way - and as he turns his back that nearby Black Man has moved in on the lady and is kissing her - can you see?" I eventually made out the little scene below us but made no comment as he continued to talk in his kindly but knowledgeable way. "That man, by the way, is called Jed; he's also one of our 'boys' and has been that young Wife's Lover for a couple of months now. So it's time for our cuckold to be apprised of his situation - just as you were." 

... and has been that young Wife's 
Lover for a couple of months now.

I had seen the unsuspecting young white husband move away from the beach and queue at the kiosk where, just like I had experienced last Sunday, the overlong transaction took over ten minutes. In the meantime the couple, who had been kissing and carressing each other in an affectionate manner, had moved away, had taken their towels and were slowly walking towards the sand dunes behind the beach. It was clear from where we sat, that the husband had now seen the pair and was stood still holding a can of drink and a melting ice cream cone unsure what to do. 

"Becky?" I heard a faint cry from him as he followed the lovers over the dunes, "where are you going? Who's that with you?" But there was no answer as Jed laid the towels onto the sand and Becky dropped her bikini bottoms to reveal the nakedness that the young man had always thought was his alone to enjoy. The young man, I noted, did not approach the lovers and stood at the top of the nearby dune in such a timid and confused manner that reminded me of my own reaction to seeing Elaine disappear under the tower the Sunday before.

"Look at the young cuckold's shorts cj," remarked my companion, "look at his tiny lump as he realises what his Wife and the Black stranger are about to do. He's shocked by what he is seeing but he cannot look away; he is both aroused and mesmerized by the beauty of the black male and the white female together. In his confusion he is unable to move and he knows exactly what is about to happen but he also knows that he can do nothing to prevent it."

Jed's swim shorts dropped to the floor and very swiftly, after Becky's adventurous tongue and tiny hands had done their delightful work, his dark manhood stood up proud and ready. Wasting no time, our cuckoldress laid on her back, opened her legs wide for her Lover and with outstretched arms begged him to join her. Within seconds Jed was between those long legs and, guided by her hands on his tumescent rod, he entered her with such ease that it would be obvious to her hubby, as it was to us, that they had been practising this happy moment many, many times.

"Well I guess our young man knows he's a cuckold now," remarked John.

"Well I guess our young man knows 
he's a cuckold now," remarked John.

As I looked down at the Lovers doing what comes naturally I was struck by the Wife's young husband who stood and watched the scene just below him. That had been me just six days ago and he was in the same bewildered inert state as I had been as I had watched my own Wife being had by a total stranger, so I turned to John for advice, "I am looking at myself from last week John - incapacitated by my weakness. So why didn't I, and why doesn't he, go to them and pull them apart?" I asked.

He looked thoughtful as he watched Jed and Becky coming towards the end of their coupling, "It's not that you are a coward cj, at least that is what I have been told, but you are one of those men who instinctively knows what the Natural Order is," he said as he turned away from the scene below to look me in the eye, "and the moment you saw your Elaine with Jackson you knew it. You're an intelligent man, I can tell, and you made a decision there and then to play the game at your own rules." He paused for effect and continued, "And that is why you invited Jackson to your house. Which I thought was pretty damn classy on your behalf."

"It didn't all go to plan," I commented ruefully.

"It never does cuckold!" he replied laughing as he stood up and bade me to do the same. "We shall let that little game play out I think," he remarked pointing to the now exhausted lovers who had finished their mating and were locked together in a post coital embrace, "but I think that our new cuckold has enjoyed the show, judging by that dark patch on his swim shorts."

"Poor guy!" I remarked.

"He doesn't know it yet," he replied, "but his new life has just begun. Like yours now has."

I said nothing further until we were back on the lawn and were striding towards the main house. "John! You said something very odd a little while ago," he nodded in expectation of my question, "You described Jed as 'one of your boys' and Bruno as a 'Mede Manor Graduate'. What did that mean?"

He continued to walk as he spoke. "It's a long story cj, but I guess that the most important part of it is why I consider Jackson, Bruno and the young man we have just been watching to be 'one of our boys' or 'graduates'. A long time ago, Jenny along with three of her best friends were at college together and they discovered that they all shared a common interest, if that is the right word. They all had a taste for Black Men - as Lovers and the more the merrier. Jenny, my Wife, Carol, Nicola and Amanda were all very pretty in their different ways and of course were sought after by not only the black chaps on the campus but the white too, who they didn't want anything to do with. Their tastes were for the 'dark side' and they 'filled their boots' in the three years that they were together and as far as I know their desire for black loving has never diminished."

We were walking slowly now because I could see that this tale was going to take a while but I would be lying if I said that I didn't find it fascinating. But John carried on talking as he recalled the story, "I was Jenny's tutor so I knew all about their shenanigans, but even so I fell in love with this beautiful and vital young student even though I was twenty years older than her. We married after she graduated and even as we walked down the aisle I knew that a handsome young man with mahogany brown skin was waiting at the hotel to consummate our marriage on my behalf. I was a willing cuckold you see! When we were courting she had Lovers. Another man had her on my behalf on our wedding day and other men have been doing it in all those wonderful years since she said 'yes' to being my Wife. And I have never regretted a single day of my life with this wonderful woman."

We had stopped to chat at foot of the steps to the main entrance of the manor house, but I could tell that John wanted to speak some more, so again I felt that my silence would be more appropriate than speaking. "About twenty years ago we were living in Canterbury where I was doing some research on electronic systems. Jenny had a friend who was clearly unhappy in her marriage and it was obvious that her husband, although a decent enough chap, was not doing the right thing by her in bed - because he just wasn't capable. I don't quite know how this lady, Judith was her name, and one of Jenny's Boyfriend's friends got together but they did and in a flash this near suicidal dying flower turned into a very well satisfied rose. She had tasted the dark side you see and the odd thing was that her husband, seeing the change in his Wife, at first turned a 'blind eye' to her affair with her handsome Black Stud but within weeks became a very devoted cuckold; which was just as well that he did so because a year later she gave birth to her Lover's little boy."

".. which was just as well that he 
did so because a year later she 
gave birth to her Lover's little boy."

"And then what?" I asked, now fully intrigued.

"Oh you can speak then!" he remarked with a smile. "Judith, Desmond and her cuckold still live in Canterbury and their three children are now going out into the world as happy young men and women - but back to my story! The more she looked, the more unhappy Wives that Jenny found, the more she became determined to help them back to happiness in the only way she knew; and the odd thing was that their husbands, at first shocked and hurt, began to accept that their much loved Wives were actually happy. It was also at this time that my small business in discrete electronic surveillance cameras and electronics took off like a rocket and I became an overnight millionaire - now billionaire by the way - so we bought this place that had been run down by its previous owners."

"And very lovely it is too," I remarked.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he answered, while smiling at his own joke, "but patience young cuckold. Let me tell my story."

"Isn't that the true definition of a cuckold," I interjected, "patience?"

He looked thoughtful at the words of my question. "That's very astute of you cj. Young Jackson said that you were not to be underestimated. Patience! Yes of course in all it's implications. Very good young man!"

It was clear that my new friend John had gone into his thoughtful college lecturer manner so I considered that another prompt would be in order. "So how do the 'graduates' come into this story John?" I asked.

"Ah yes! Of course! The 'graduates'," he uttered as if coming out of a trance. "Well Jenny had, and still has, a long time Lover called Nathaniel, or Nat as he is known, and he was concerned that some really bright young Black boys were heading in the wrong direction in the big cities like London, Birmingham and the North so it was at his suggestion that we bring some of those boys down to the Manor and teach them how to be good citizens and good social skills. This teaching very soon developed into Jenny and Carol showing the boys how to be good Lovers and how to seduce like a gentleman."

"Are you saying to me that your Wife and her friend teach young Black Men how to seduce and make love to white Wives," I asked incredulously.

"Are you saying to me that your Wife 
and her friend teach young Black Men
 how to seduce and make love to white 
Wives,"

"Of course cj! That's exactly what I am saying," he responded almost immediately, "and over the years we have sent hundreds of young men out into the world with the ability to identify an unsatisfied Wife, seduce her, bed her and make her a happy Woman again. These young men arrive here as brash young idiots and leave as stable, confident young men, but please don't misunderstand what our purpose is here. It is not an act against inadequate white husbands that we do; it is Jenny's version of compassion for her thousands of unhappy and unsatisfied sisters that drives this journey that we have embarked upon. And, given that the results of our efforts have in the main been wildly successful, we intend to keep doing it until we are too old or another group of equally enthusiastic ladies take over from us."

I stood open mouthed at this revelation from a seemingly unremarkable looking man who continued looking at me in full expectation of my next outburst. "You're on a fucking mission," I exclaimed loudly.

"You are razor sharp, aren't you cuckold," was his dry response to my reaction, "but there is far more to this story that over the coming few weeks you will discover. All that I ask is that you do not judge us until you know us."

"I can do that," I confirmed, "but after the week I have just had I am in no mood to judge anyone."

"Good man cj," he responded to my weary reply, "now a couple of personal matters."

"What matters?"

John looked down at my thin shorts and could see the bulge of the black coloured restraint on my penis showing through. "I see that you are wearing a cucky cage," he said, "that's good because every cuckold who comes to this establishment is required to wear one at all times. It's one of our rules and must be obeyed without fail."

"Does that include you John?" I asked facetiously, and then immediately regretted so.

"No cj," he remarked with a deadpan facial expression, "it doesn't apply to me because I have nothing down there to attach any such device to. I am completely emasculated. By choice I might add."

After years at school and in university I would have expected to have made a better response than 'Oh!' to this highly personal revelation from an old man. But 'Oh' it was, and it sounded so unsophisticated that I felt embarrassed for myself. But what can you do when in shock.

He laughed at my embarrassment and started to climb the steps to the big wooden door to the house. Without turning around he said, "Come on cj let's get your blood test done and then I shall inform you of the other three strict rules we have here."

"Blood test?"

"Simple one for STDs and such like. Everybody has one - every time they come into this house," he replied - back now in his businesslike manner, "That's rule number two."

"And the other rules?" I asked unsurprised and oddly comforted at the thought that such precautions were taken.

"Violence, bullying or browbeating by anyone means total expulsion from these premises and to never return."

"An excellent rule," I commented, "And the last?"

"Anal sex is prohibited completely. The same punishment applies."

'Where have I heard that sentiment before' I thought as I remembered Master's last comment before we had left that morning.

The blood test was simple, painless and swiftly carried out by a friendly nurse with a strong Yorkshire accent who was working with a large Black Man who acted as her assistant. They appeared very much at ease with each other and I couldn't help wondering if they were an item.

"I know what you are thinking cj," said a clearly amused John as we left the small office and turned immediately right to ascend some stone stairs, "and yes, they are together. Josie and Henry have been married now for almost three years. They already have two kids. It's a lovely story how they got together, but that's for another day cj."

We walked together up some wide stairs, then down a long carpeted corridor until John stopped outside one of the doors and knocked upon the wooden panelling. "Your Master and Mistress are in this room cj, so I am going to say goodbye for now, but Jenny and I shall see you later."

With that he turned away just as the door flew open to reveal Mistress with a towel around her head and little else other than a pair of white panties, "Come on in Dear," she said as she pulled me unceremoniously into the wood panelled bedroom and then walked over to the window to catch the cool breeze on that warm afternoon. "Master is taking a shower and he wants you to help him get ready for tonight and when you have done that, we both have a little surprise for you."

"... and when you have done that, 
we both have a little surprise for you."

 

"A surprise eh Mistress." I replied sarcastically, "Would it be like all the other surprises that I have had this week - that almost without fail have either involved my penis or that of somebody else?"

She laughed at this tiny temper outburst from me and came over to kiss my forehead and replied, "Maybe james! Or maybe not! Either way, it will define our relationship from this day on."

'What was that supposed to mean? I thought that our relationship was pretty well defined as Master, Mistress and me, the cuckold. What could a new definition mean for us three?

There was nothing further to say except, "Yes Mistress!" as I threw my shorts and tee shirt to the floor and strode off to the shower to join my Master.