Cuckold Reflections

 

Cuckold Unwin says: 

When a man marries a Woman he should understand that it is his duty to learn what her needs are more and more every day, as their relationship progresses. A good and loving husband will know that he will have to make sacrifices - so when Linda told me that she had always wanted to join the Order of the White Mistress I readily agreed. 

Giving up my Wife to the Order was no sacrifice for me. From the very first Black Master who had her to the very latest I have always willingly stood aside as she has gone off on a date, or has taken her favourites and regulars upstairs to our bed. Neither has it been a great sacrifice for me to pay for the privilege of Linda being a very popular 'Daughter of the Order' - her happiness is well worth the expense. 

The only real problem I have, is the regular surrendering of my bed and the effect that it is having on the springs. So as cuckolds' problems go, there is not a great deal to reflect upon. I can always buy a new bed.

I used to be Mrs Smith

 

It was my husband Brian who suggested that I should apply to the Black Master Organisation for ownership by a well-hung Master. Before we had married I had told him that my family enjoyed a rich and fruitful history with the the BMO, that my Mother, and Sister Clemmie were Mistresses to rich and powerful Black Masters, and that my future was ordained to be Black Owned too - one day. To his credit, he already understood the protocols of The Natural Order and readily agreed that this should be our way of life. 

"It's not that I don't love you, Brian, or your charming but tiny pink willy," I said to him one night while we were on our honeymoon, "but my destiny is to be a Black Man's Mistress." 

Brian had always known, that when we were married, he would have to live the life of a true cuckold and was keen to start; so it was the next evening of our honeymoon when he told me that he had contacted the BMO. 

"When we get back home," he said, "two of their Masters will be waiting to assess if you are suitable." 

The next morning we ordered one of the electronic small sized 'Reductor' penis restraints from the Order, and to affirm Brian's total emasculation, a ball gag, and some Brian-sized lingerie. The parcel was to be delivered to our home address. 

 Upon our return, Brian unpacked our bags while the two Master's took me upstairs; we all got happy and naked, and they made love to me. All weekend, one followed the other to enter me with their large brown members without letting up, except for bodily functions, showers, and occasional light meals. My husband, of course, looked so very pretty standing in the corner of the bedroom in his red basque, stockings, ball gag, and little cage as I gave my body willingly to the two Black Masters. 

The BMO Letter of Acceptance arrived two days later with a request to attend a formal interview. I knew from other 'Owned Wives' that this was an unusual request and I was intrigued with what the Masters wanted of me. It was the CEO, Master Thadeus Blackwood, who sat me down with a cup of coffee and made me the kind of offer a pretty Wife should never refuse. 

"Mrs Smith, a very rich African tribal leader has expressed a desire for you to be the 'Iyawo Ola' for his sons. He wants someone to go there and teach them the right way to seduce, and mate with a white man's Wife," he said; and then went on to tell me that the tribal leader had seen my picture and had been attracted by my elfin-like face and round breasts. "He said you were perfect for the task and will be treated as one of the family." 

 "That's nice," I replied, "but what is an 'Iyawo Ola'? And how long would I be in Africa?" 

Thadeus placed the tips of his fingers together, took a deep breath, and replied, "It would be a great honour for you, and the rough translation of 'Iyawo Ola' is 'Honorary Wife' to the three very handsome, rich, and virile young Black Princes."

'Honorary Wife' to the three very handsome,
rich, and virile young Black Princes.

"Does that mean I would be the Concubine for those three men?" I asked, suddenly thrilled at the prospect of being regularly loved by strong young Black Princes. 

"It does indeed - you lucky Lady," he replied. "And the contract initially would be for twelve months with an option to extend by mutual agreement. So, shall we go back to bed and seal the deal?" 

 I know I should have consulted my husband, but I was so excited that I agreed straight away. Brian, of course, was conflicted; he was overjoyed that I was going to have three young Lover's in my bed, but cried when I told him I was going alone and would be an Honorary Wife to three men. Nevertheless, he kept the Reductor on his penis, and I flew to Africa. 

The tribal leader was as good as his word, I was treated as one of the family; so much so in fact that I spent every night in those first eleven months with one, two, or all of the prince's enjoying themselves, inside me. Night after night, unless I was 'indisposed', each of the young men (Kharim, Yashin, and Ebo) would pleasure me with their long, thick, and very hard rods. It was a delightful routine, and never, ever dull. 

 I know that I shouldn't have. I couldn't help it, because one night I just blurted out those terrible words, that can bring happiness or heartbreak, to young men and women. 

"I love you," I whispered into Kharim's ear just after he had erupted his seed into me for the second time that night. I had shocked myself by my honesty and expected his rejection, but he did not rebuff the offer of love from his family's 'courtesan'. 

"I know you do," he replied. "So what are we going to do about it?" 

I had dreaded the reaction by those who had treated me as family, but they were very kind and blessed us both in our love for each other. I knew that Kharim already had a tribal 'Ceremonial Wife', and because I had a husband back in England, I could not be his Official Wife. But I was happy to become his 'Ibisi Iyawo' which roughly translates as his 'Child Bearing Wife'. 

 That night I sent Brian a letter, telling him that I had decided to stay and that one day I would return to him but in the meantime I was now honoured to be the Breeding Bride of a handsome, Black Prince to whom I was now married within the tribe. And just in case he hadn't realised just how committed I was to Kharim and his potent seed, I included my birth control pills in a little glass phial for him to hang around his neck, as a permanent reminder of his compete cuckolding. 

His reply was understanding as he confirmed that he wears the phial around his neck with pride - in the knowledge that a Princely Master was impregnating his Wife. He also informed me that the 'Reductor' had reduced his 'Little Willy' to the size of his thumb nail. I was so pleased for him, and said so in one of my routine letters and pictures that I sent to him. 

 Kharim's desire for me never wavered in the months that followed our tribal betrothal; and as my slim figure filled out with his young son and daughter growing inside me, he became more and more loving and attentive. And I was no longer Mrs Smith, ....

... I was now Prince Kharim's 'Ibisi Iyawo'.

Please send as many as you can.

 

Txt. Thanks for showing me how to set the timer on my phone camera Wayne. 

Txt. No problem Master. I thought it might be a good idea, because you did say that you wanted to keep sending me holiday snaps. How is Jeanette by the way? She looks very happy in the photo. 

Txt. She is having the very best holiday she's ever had. And I'm making sure your pretty Wife is enjoying every minute of it. Day and night. 

Txt. Oh i am very sure of that Master. And will you be taking any more photos for me to appreciate? 

Txt. As many as you like Wayne. How's this one for starters?

Txt. Wonderful, thank you Master. Please send as many as you can. Us Cuckold's like to know when their Wives are really happy.

Girlfriend? Really?

“Does your cuckold husband know about your need for what I give you every day now?”

“Yes Master. He knows everything. He likes the idea of you pushing that big pole inside me.”

“Does he like the idea of you being my dirty slut as well?”

“Well he wouldn’t see it that way. But he pretty much knows that I am your Girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Really? And how do you see yourself? Girlfriend or dirty slut?”

“Why don’t you slide that big dark cock in my pussy and find out just what a dirty, slutty Girlfriend I can be.”

 

 

In a cuckold's mind's eye

 

Staying in the background as his Wife meets her Black Master at the door is expected of a true cuckold. He knows that soon their love shall bring forth a tiny bundle of beauty and joy.

 

Happy times

 

“Derek! What have you said to our Wives? They’ve just run off up the beach.”  

“Nothing Mick.” I replied, “how about you Ted. Did you say anything?”  

“Not me,” said Ted, “what about you Bob?”  

“I didn’t say anything except that i told Geraldine that a coach load of black blokes had just arrived at the beach. That’s all.”  

“Oh Shit!” Exclaimed Ted, Mick Bob and me together, “It’s going to happen again, just like last year.”  

So we broke open another can of beer each and settled back on our sunbeds to watch. Happy times!

 

The Story of Elaine, Jackson, and cuckold james

 

Chapter 27 - After the Wedding.   I admit, that I did enjoy the Wedding itself, and the socialising afterwards. I had recovered from the sadness that I felt because of the distance that had been put between Elaine and I; it was probably because of the champagne. And it made me feel good just to see the happy look on Alana's face as she chatted and danced with some of the large Black Men, including Bruno and Jackson, although it was clear that she was trying to make a point, as she had little time for me; she was obviously still annoyed that I had interrupted her wedding. I, on the other hand, played the game of keeping a discreet distance from Elaine who kept trying to catch my eye – clearly wanting to talk. But the last thing I wanted was confrontation – faint chance of that. Eventually, the afternoon turned into evening and the festivities came to an end. Alana, Maddie, and Bruno had disappeared upstairs, only to reappear later in travelling clothes for their honeymoon. Hands were shaken, backs were slapped, and I was, after kissing Alana goodbye, standing alone on the steps of the mansion, when I felt the back of my collar grabbed in a strong grip – I knew immediately whose long fingernails were now painfully embedded in my neck. “Ouch!” “C’mere you!” “Mistress?” “So what's with the attitude?” Elaine yelled, as I swung around to face a very red faced angry Wife. “Attitude?” I responded, feigning ignorance. “Avoiding me!” “Avoiding you?” Her face transitioned from red to ‘tomato’. “Stop repeating what I am saying. Are you a bloody parrot?” I was beginning to enjoy myself. “Who! Me?” Her eyes narrowed and then opened in surprise as she realised that I was playing a gentle game with her. The redness left her face and the corners of her mouth lifted in a smile as she said, “Okay cj. But we still need to talk.” “Do we? What about?” “I’m pregnant with my Lover's baby. And you ....” ... “I'm pregnant with my Lover's baby. ...” “OUR Master's baby,” I interjected. “Okay! OUR Master's baby. But we need to talk - don’t we?” “I would have thought that after my kissing of your tummy last night – after you had hung your pills over my neck – that I had already answered the question before it had even been asked. So what do you want from me now Dear?” I asked, in an almost sarky manner. “I want to know that you are alright. That it's not been a problem too far for you after all the other shocks you have experienced this week,” was her answer to my question, as her eyes searched my face for clues as to my state of mind. She deserved an honest answer, so I needed to gather my thoughts – I needed time. “Can we walk together and find Jackson. I want to explain myself to you both.” Elaine looked worried, but nevertheless hooked her arm through mine and we walked out of the sunshine and back into the darkened coolness of the Mede Manor House. We found Jackson standing with John and Jenny engaged in a conversation that had all three smiling and laughing. “Say hello to Uncle Jackson,” Jenny said, “we've had a phone call from Terry. Baby Luke was born last night, weighing in at six pounds four ounces.” We both stopped and looked at our happy Master, but Jenny had more to say, “Mother and Baby are doing well. Another triumph for the Natural Order. Don't you think so Dear?” she asked – turning to her husband John. He smiled back at his beautiful Wife and said, “One day, maybe soon, or maybe later , husbands such as James and I will be the norm. And pretty young Wives such as Joanne, just like Madeleine, and Elaine here, will know what it is to be loved physically by a real man - and that would be a Master such as Bruno and Jackson here.” ... And that would be a Master ... There it was, I had put it to John in our earlier conversation, that Jenny and he were on a mission. He had just confirmed what I had thought; but instead of disquiet or anger at that thought, I realised that this middle-aged couple were right. I had seen the contentment in the eyes of the pretty Wives last night and this morning at the wedding , alongside the total acceptance of the husbands of their status as cuckolds. That they were deliriously happy about their Wives getting naked and happy with strong dark Lovers who took these young beauties as their own – ‘Black Owned' in fact – would be to overstate the fact; but just as I was beginning to realise, love and sacrifice can take many forms. “And that is why I need to talk with Master Jackson and Elaine,” I said in response to John. “What is the matter james?” Jenny asked me. “Yes! What is it?” Elaine said, with her eyes once again searching my face, I thought desperately, for some indication of what I had to say. “My question was,” I said to the four people who stood before them, “and it still hasn't been answered properly, why did you think that a sudden shock would be better for me, than you and I having a ‘sit down chat’ about your relationship with Jackson.” “I thought I explained that,” said John - eyebrows furrowed in concern. Jackson looked enquiringly at Elaine – everybody looked at Elaine. “I thought it was the right thing to do,” she muttered – suddenly unsure. I knew there were others looking on at the minor disturbance on the steps and what I had to say, but this was the moment to tell her about me. It had all been about Elaine, Jackson, Alana, Madeleine etc., etc. so far, and my story had been one of submission and obedience, albeit with a few comedy moments thrown in, but now I was going to have my say. “Do you remember me passing you the sugar in the Cafe, all those years ago?” I said looking straight at my Wife. “Of course I do,” she replied, “it's how we met.” “I have loved you since that very moment.” “Oh James! Please don’t .....” Elaine exclaimed emotionally while slipping her hand from Jackson's to clasp mine to her breasts  - but I was not finished. “Even when that fuckwit of an ex Lover of yours broke my jaw - I loved you. I loved you when you walked under the tower to be had by a man I never even knew existed. I loved you when you bared your tits on the beach and I pretended not to notice and even invited Jackson to a meal at ours, knowing full-well that somehow he was going to have you in our bed. You have been, and still are, the love of my life.” ... when you bared your tits on the beach ... By this time, a small crowd of cuckold couples, assorted young Black Men, some of my friends who had witnessed my ‘Engagement and Alana's wedding were gathering. And Elaine’s gaze never left my face. “I have always known that I could never be a ‘real man’ for you. I was never ‘big enough' where it matters, or strong enough, and unable to last long enough – and I am now beginning to realise (in reference to her ex, a professional boxer called Nathaniel) – not Black enough.” She stepped back away from me. “That's not true! You have! .... I mean! .... Er, I have .....” Her voice trailed away to nothing as she said, “I don’t deserve you.” But we all knew it to be a lie, and I saw the truth in her eyes when I replied, “No my Love. You have always deserved someone like Jackson. I have known this from that meeting in the cafe, and that is why I have embraced my cuckolding. I have accepted it, embraced it, and committed to it. And when the baby is born, I shall be by your side – both Master and me." Within seconds I had two beautiful Women's arms around my neck. Elaine and Jenny were pressing their delightful bodies against my own, but I gently pushed them away. I had more to say. “So,” I said, “why didn't you just sit me down and tell me the news that many husbands have heard in the course of their marriage?” “And what's that?” Elaine and Jenny asked as one. “Well, it usually starts with, ‘I have something to tell you,’ or ‘I don’t know how to tell you this,’ or ‘please don’t be angry with me,’ or even ‘I've met someone,’ and then you give the poor cuckolded hubby the news. Isn't that the way to do it? To lead them into it slowly? Especially now you are having Jackson's baby.” .. ‘I have something to tell you,’ .. Elaine opened her mouth to reply, but was beaten to it by John. “We tried that many times in our early days James,” John said, “but too many cuckolds cried and got depressed. It was all very messy.” “And the others?” “You met most of them last night and at the wedding today.” Okay, maybe I shouldn't have raised the matter and I was about to change the subject altogether but Elaine still hadn't had her say. “cj is right! I owe him so much and he is the kindest man I have ever known. He asked me to be his Girlfriend after my Lover had put him in hospital and then married me. He is my rock! My Love! I am so lucky – I have a big handsome Lover and an understanding husband – and then I played a trick on him,” she said, turning to me once more, “I am so sorry James. You're right, I should have talked to you. Please forgive me.” She held out her arms to fold me in a loving embrace, “Please forgive me. I feel so bad about what I did. Please forgive me. ............. Please say something.” The crowd remained silent, waiting for my response to my Wife's heartfelt apology; Jackson stood by her looking concerned, Jenny held her breath, and John stared at me without blinking his eyes. It was clearly an important moment in all of our lives. And everybody had their mouths open in expectation of my profound response. Would I say ‘eff off' to my Wife? Would I bring the whole cuckold relationship down because she had – they had – tricked me on the beach a week ago? Or would I give a long heartfelt speech of forgiveness. The crowd had grown around us, and everyone was looking at me with anticipation. “I'm wearing a pair of Madeleine’s panties.” “I'm wearing a pair of Madeleine’s panties.” It was the man in a wheelchair, pushed by a tall Black Master who was flanked either side by a tall blond and petite French girl – both pregnant, who snorted with suppressed laughter first. He was followed by other cuckolds, Wives, and Masters snorted and giggled in an increasing crescendo until the area of the Made Manor entrance steps was resounding to the roar of jocularity and glee; all, of course, except for one – Elaine. The merriment faded away after five seconds or so as eyes swung towards the stone face and angry eyes of my lovely, pregnant, Wife. “What?” Silence enveloped the Manor. Baited breath awaited my answer – all eyes were upon me – mostly amused and all with sympathy. I was going to need it. “Come with me!” She grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip and marched me away from the manor entrance down the corridor towards our room. Being dragged along like a small child by a woman half your size is a humbling experience but I said nothing and just let the embarrassment and humiliation waft over me in an emotional rush that nearly overwhelmed me. I was beginning to enjoy myself, and almost laughed aloud when I heard Master Jackson say to his amused companion, “this is going to be fun. See you later Bro.” The door to our room flew open as Elaine pushed me inside, quickly followed by Jackson who leaned in a languid fashion against the wall in anticipation of the fun that was about to evolve. “Take em off!” “Mistress?” “Your trousers! OFF! NOW!” There are time when I can misbehave with Elaine – to play the fool and enjoy her impatient response to my games; but not that day – too dangerous. My trousers were down around my ankles within seconds, and Jackson’s chuckle brought a swift disapproving look from my Wife. “They're pink!” she exclaimed Another chuckle from Jackson. “And bloody see-through,” she said, pointing at them in disdain, “tasteless cheap crap. And I can see the black plastic thingy on your willy.” In all truth, I would not have know ‘cheap crap’ from the fashion world's finest lingerie; I didn't care either way, but my Wife was clearly outraged. “Trousers and panties off cj,” Elaine said; the anger now replaced by the glimmer of a smile turning up the corners of her pretty red mouth, “and if this is what you want, you're wearing mine.” She re-opened the already packed overnight bag resting on the bed and pulled out a clean pair of black shiny silk knickers that felt softer than the pink see-through. And, as I pulled them up, and adjusted my male genitals and caged penis, even I could tell that the lingerie was a much nicer to wear. Better quality. The atmosphere between us, as we changed out of our formal wedding suits and dress back into our travelling attire was one of intimate friendship. We laughed and joked about the wedding ceremony and Madeleine’s belly size in her wedding dress.  I changed into a clean white tee shirt and navy blue shorts, Jackson a cream Ralph Lauren polo shirt and dark plum coloured Chinos, and Elaine looked happy and beautiful in a flesh pink see-through dress that discreetly showed the profile and colour of her pretty breasts. Along with the settled look on her face that spoke of inner happiness and expectation. She was, and gave the appearance of the complete and fulfilled Black Master's Mistress. ... the complete and fulfilled Black Master's Mistress. I knew why she had this happy aura about her. In her mind, her husband had very quickly accepted his new submissive role in her life, she now had a powerful Master who bedded her with passion, size, and skill, and above all – every pretension and secret had been resolved. But she didn't know that I had one more small emotional card to play. The Mercedes pulled into the Made Manor Entrance at just after two in the afternoon and, after saying our goodbyes to Jenny and John Smith, Terry drove the powerful car at speed up the drive, onto the minor road and headed east towards Kent – the direction that would take us back to Blackheath. The roads were narrow in that part of Sussex, so he needed to concentrate until we pulled out onto a wider main arterial road that enabled Terry to relax a little and start talking to his passengers. Just as before, I sat alongside Terry at the front, and with our bags safely packed away in the boot (trunk), Jackson and my pregnant Wife had plenty of room to spread out on the back seat of the car. Nevertheless, in spite of the room available, the two Lover’s moved close together so he had his arm around her shoulder with his hand tucked away inside her dress to cup her breast that lay naked underneath the flimsy material. ‘Claiming his property again,’ I thought to myself as Elaine leaned even closer to put her head on his shoulder in an act of tenderness and love, and to give him an easier access to her soft white orbs and hardening nipples. Elaine smiled back at me as I stared back at the pair of them. Pressing Master's hand against her breast she asked, “Do you want to get in the back with us cj?” I nodded in agreement. “Pull over please Terry,” she told our driver, “James is coming to join us.” It took Terry less than three minutes to find a place to stop on that main road, so by the time I had opened the rear door to the vehicle, my Wife had the head of Jackson's big dark manhood in her mouth. Her dress was down around her waist and her Lover had his hand inside her panties – my duty was clear. Kneeling inside one of the rear foot-wells, I placed my head close to Elaine’s and flicked out my tongue onto the thick base of Master's member. Its warmth and softness felt pleasant on my lips as I slid them up and down the hardening flesh, pausing only to say sorry to Elaine when I bumped her on the nose with my right cheek-bone. Terry, by this time, had pulled up the blind between the front and rear seats, and we were all very glad that the rear windows were made from darkened glass, which of course, gave us the freedom to have some fun in that luxurious German metal  box. And it saved the other drivers on the road from looking in to see a small white husband, rolling the large testicles of a handsome Black Master around in his mouth, whilst the head of his pretty semi-naked Wife bobbed up and down on a perfectly vertical hard brown rod of brown meat. “Pull your Wife's panties down cj,” Jackson ordered. I left the, now shiny, balls to their own devices and manoeuvred around to her upturned arse in order to gain access to the delicate black lingerie. Clumsily I pulled the garment down her thighs but could go no further as both of her knees were firmly planted into the soft but strong leather seats. But such a small matter of Jackson's access to her pussy was not going to put Elaine off; first one knee lifted and I pulled one side of the panties down and then lifting the other meant that I could pull them all the way down, then easily over her feet. She was available and very ready to give him what is now rightfully his to take and enjoy. With a simple, and fluid movement, Elaine lifted her head from his big manhood, threw her leg over my head to straddle her Lover's waist and reach behind her to guide the head towards her slippery vaginal entrance. I didn't need any prompting. I scrambled across the floor of the car to gently slap her hand away in order to take a hold of his cock and place it just where it was meant to be – inside my Wife. And I returned to Jackson's balls, while skilfully avoiding a broken nose from Elaine’s plunging coccyx. Being the good driver that he was, Terry drove at a slower pace to give Elaine and I plenty of time to show our devotion to our Master, and managed to avoid the worst of the bumps in the road. Up and down went Elaine on his big hard rod without any let up; she may have been carrying his baby inside her but her desire for his penetration into her sweet young body was undiminished. As a seasoned and experienced Master, Jackson had complete control over his reactions so just lay back on the seat and enjoyed the sight and sensations of my barely dressed Wife driving herself into rolling noisy orgasms as we rolled through the lush fields of the County of Kent. It was near to Sidcup when Master Jackson pulled his face away from Elaine's hungry lips and said quietly, “Shall I finish My Love? Are you ready?” Her response was unequivocal to both questions. “Oh God! Please Master! Give me it! All of it!” “Is cj ready?” “Don't know! Don't care!” I was ready. In my mouth, I had felt his heavy brown testicles had tightened in readiness to release his seed. We were about to receive our ‘reward’. Reward! A curious description for a stream of sticky white fluid that would soon jet out of the long and thick organ that was now deeply embedded in my totally exhausted but happy Wife. But that is how far my total submission to this way of life had taken me. I now revered this large Black Man who was so much more of a ‘man’ than I. Elaine had instinctively understood his supremacy the moment she had met him and had invited him into her without hesitation; it was the Natural Order of things and I, as the cuckold, knew it to be so. So yes; Master's seed is a reward. His happy groan, and Elaine’s long drawn-out screaming moan, was immediately followed by the pulsing and kicking of Master's pole of love as he came forcefully and satisfyingly deep into my Wife. Although still deeply embedded inside her, small trickles of frothy semen oozed from Elaine's vagina down the side of the still vertical, but now slightly softening member. Now it was my turn to show my own version of devotion, and as the now familiar taste of Jackson's seed touched my searching tongue, I got to work. For a good ten minutes, the loving couple stayed glued together in their post coital happy-place, and I, as their submissive sex slave, continued to clean the softening organ as the jism oozed from my Wife’s vagina. We were quiet except for the heavy breathing of my now very content and satisfied Wife, and it was Terry who broke the silence. “We’ll be in Welling soon, Master Jackson. Do you still want to go on the Lewisham Hospital?” “Yeah! Thanks for reminding me Terry,” Master replied, with a big happy smile on his face. And that broke the spell between the three of us. Elaine eased herself from the now fully softened dark manhood and, with her hand covering her vagina, she indicated for me to move across to kneel on the floor, whereupon she removed her hand away and pulled my face into her sticky groin. “Do your thing James,” she said, “I know you love it.” She was right. I did love it. I loved the idea of my Wife being the bed mate of a superior Black Master. I loved the very emotions that being a cuckold gave rise to in my psyche and most of all, I loved the taste of the warm seed that had erupted from Jackson's magnificent manhood, and whose release I had physically encouraged. I knew that I was a sexually diminished husband, but that in itself brought with it another emotion, or sense; it was the sense of freedom. No longer did I have to pretend at being a ‘real man’, whatever that is supposed to mean. I had nothing to prove, and that in itself was a release from the straightjacket of so-called masculinity. I could be whatever I wanted. Such thoughts ran through my mind as I lapped and slurped at the prodigious milky flow of musty cream that oozed from Elaine’s warm body. Master Jackson looked down at me lapping up the salty cream, and then across at his Mistress lying back against the seat with her knees up to her shoulders thus giving my tongue unrestricted access to her labia and vaginal opening from which a remorseless flow of seed was collected and swallowed. “Glad to know you two have found each other again,” Jackson said with a big wide grin on his dark handsome face. He was, of course, referring to our moment of discord at Alana's wedding. Pulling my face away from Elaine’s divine fulcrum, I turned my head towards him and replied, “We were never lost Master. Just diverted.” “Good answer!” he responded, and then with his big left hand on the top of my head, gently turned my face back to my lascivious duties. By the time we arrived at my house in Blackheath, the flow of Master's salty gift had ceased. Elaine had wiggled back into her knickers, her see-through dress was secured, her hair was in place, and a happy smile once again played on her lovely face. “See you both later,” said Master as we were getting out of the car, “I'm going to meet my new nephew.” They kissed, and we walked up the path into my house as the car drove away. Elaine was quiet as I opened the door and, as I put the cases down onto the hallway floor, she turned to me with a serious expression on her face. I knew why. “You're not fully there yet are you?” I feigned ignorance and mischievously noted the look of impatience that crossed her pretty face. “Fully where?” I asked, pretending to be busy with the luggage. “Something has changed in you, and I can't put my finger on it.” I wasn't going to help her. “Meaning?” I asked. “Is it because I am having Jackson's baby?” she asked, getting to the problem right away. “No and yes!” We were on the stairs, going up to the bedroom to change into more relaxed clothing, when Elaine turned, and looked confused. “No and yes?” she repeated. “When I kissed your tummy on Saturday night I knew then you and Master would soon ‘get busy', as Terry called it; it's just human nature after all. So by the time your pills were around my neck, it was not a surprise. A humiliation maybe, but no emotional bombshell.” Elaine took this clarification in and then asked, “So what has changed since yesterday?” We were in the bedroom and she was shrugging out of her dress as I thought about my reply. But I had another question to ask first. “So when did you and Master decide to ‘go into production'?” I asked. She stopped what she was doing, sat down on the dressing table chair and, turning to face me, said, “You remember that week away at the company's seminar on ethical investment?” “There wasn't a seminar, was there,” I said, totally unsurprised. She shook her head, and continued. “Jackson and I stayed at Mede Manor for five days and had a wonderful time just being together. In love!” “... just being together. In love!” I was confused. It was two and a half months ago – nearly three. “So this was planned?” I asked. “No James. It wasn't. I forgot to take my pills with me,” she replied, “so it could have been then or maybe after.” “So you took them after you left the Manor and returned home,” I said – more of a question really. “No!” “So you tried to get pregnant?” “No!” “Why not?” “It was our last night together. One moment we were making love and the next he came in me so heavily and completely that I felt different afterwards.” I could feel my little penis stiffen even further in its black cage, when I asked the next question. “You knew?” “I knew that I was no longer alone in my body – yes! Does that sound silly?” It did sound silly. But I am just a bloke – a cuckold even. But she was convinced then, and certain now. “No Dear,” I answered. And then putting my arm around her shoulder I said, “No! Not at all.” Elaine looked relieved at my reassurance, but then asked, “So what has disturbed my lovely cuckold hubby? Can we get this sorted out before our Master comes home from seeing his new nephew?” “Now you have told me how it happened, I understand. But I feel cheated?” She looked mortified at this admission, and once again her pretty eyes glistened with the imminent onset of tears. “I'm so sorry? I did cheat on you with ......” “Don't be,” said, interrupting her, “I just feel cheated from being their at the conception. Isn't that what every cuckold dreams of?”   ........................   In the depths of Mede Manor, surrounded by his banks of screens and powerful IT servers, Mr John Smith stroked his lovely Wife's silk clad arse cheeks as he ran a small video for her to view. Standing beside him, she looked down at the recording of a naked young man taking the pretty Alana's small penis into his mouth. “Our cuckold James is a very enthusiastic pleasurer of other men's willys,” she commented. “Indeed,” he replied, “Now look at this one.” The screen filled with a close-up of Jackson's long and thick manhood being reverently re-erected by his cuckold, while his Mistress lay nearby with open arms and legs. “I've been thinking,” John continued, “that our cj would be a very good ‘Resurrector' in our ‘Blanche Room’.” “To help Simon?” John glanced up at Jennifer, “Poor little boy does get overwhelmed sometimes. Doesn't he?” “He might welcome another to help him, but I would wait until the idea of Elaine being pregnant has sunk in.” John smiled. “Best you get back to Nathaniel, before he finds another partner for the night.” “He wouldn't dare,” Jenny said as she skipped happily out of the secret cellar room.

 

 

 

My friends don't like surprises

 

"We discussed this at breakfast this morning didn't we?"

"I know that Kevin, but before I zip up my dress, I want to make sure that we both understand what the party is about tonight."

"We agreed that tonight would be my 'Coming Out Party'. I have told them that we are going to make an announcement."

"You don't have to Dear. We could stay as we are, and my affair with Joshua could stay secret from them. You don't have to reveal yourself as a complete cuckold just so everyone knows I am now 'Black Owned'."

"It's not just for you My Love. I want all of our friends to know that i am a cuckold and that you are Mistress to a Black Master with a thick eleven-inch cock. So yes - be his 'Girlfriend' tonight please."

"Why?"

"It's just that ... 

... my friends don't like surprises.

 

Little cucky smart-arse

 

“That may be sweet for you Mistress, but for me there is something far sweeter.”

“And what is that my darling sissy hubby?”

“Knowing that my Wife dates another man. Knowing that she lays naked with her Lover in our marriage bed. Knowing that his dark brown body is welcomed between her open thighs. And last of all knowing that he buries his big rod inside her and fills her vagina full of his potent seed.”

“Wow cucky! That was impressive, but there is something you don’t know.”

“That you have his baby growing inside you? i know that too.”

“Oh now there’s a clever little cucky smart-arse!”

 

In a cuckold's mind's eye

 

All cuckold's know the facts of life in a Master - Mistress relationship. He knows that his Wife will offer herself to her Lover in ways that she would never would have to him, even in their first days of marriage.

 

Cuckold Reflections

 

Cuckold Terry says:

 

For many husbands, the idea of another man regularly bedding his Wife, can be an alarming and unhappy thought. But for the others, it can trigger a whole new way of looking at the world and it's civilised customs; and that is exactly what happened to me the day my Wife Claire told me that she had 'met someone'.  

That 'someone' turned out to be a good friend of mine who had often told me that he admired Claire, but what i didn't know was that the feeling was mutual. i have always prided myself on my understanding nature so on the night of their first date i helped her get ready. And when he arrived to take her out i shook his hand and wished them both a happy evening.  

They did have a happy evening, a very happy one. And in the six months since they first started dating, their evenings have become happier and happier; and so have mine.

 

Answer his wishes

 

I have some thinking to do. It's not every day that your husband says that he wants you to take a Lover. I understand why Jeff has suggested that I should give myself to another man, because we both agree that the Natural Order is a truly wonderful concept, but now he wants to progress it from conception to practice.  

What was it he said? Oh that's right! We were having dinner and he just suddenly told me that it would be wonderful for him to imagine my lovely long legs wrapped around a Black Master's back as I took his big dark manhood deep inside me.

"You want me to cuckold you?" I asked him.

His answer left me in no doubt that he did, so on my first date tonight ... 

... I shall enthusiastically grant him his wish.

 

Cucky Texts

Txt: Hi Kevin, you didn't tell me that your Brenda was such a beach lover. She and I are having a really great time here in Mexico, so I thought it was only right to keep you abreast of our holiday together.

Txt: Hi Boss. i can see from your photo that she is enjoying being with you on holiday, and she is not overly encumbered by modesty. But i don't know why i am surprised because Brenda has always loved the sea and the sand; ever since we were first married she has been a free spirit.

Txt: Talking of free spirit, Brenda has suggested that we stay here for a month. Can you hold the fort at work while I am away?

Txt: Of course i can, but will Brenda have enough birth control pills?

Txt: We decided that she doesn't need them now.

Txt: i just spurted.

Txt: Don't beat yourself up. Most cuckold's do when they get that news.

Txt: i know! i did last time.

Txt: I remember. How is my daughter by the way?

Txt: She looks just like you Master.

 

Black Studs waiting just for you.

 

“Can you see them from here Margaret? All those big beautiful Black Studs waiting just for you.”

“Oh my! They’re all nude too. When can we go down there? We have to unpack first - don’t we?”

“Don’t worry Dear. Just grab one of the towels and go down there. You won’t be alone long. I shall unpack for us both.”

“What will you do if one of those big boys has made a move on me?”

“What I did last year and the year before that. Hide and watch as you cuckold me again. That is why we come to this hotel after all.”

 

In a cuckold's mind's eye

 

A good and true cuckold realises that he cannot, ever, match his Wife's Master for strength, power, and ability to excite her. Or have the ability to have that special kind of fun that she so enjoys, so very often.

 

Cuckolds in art and cartoon

 

Subjugation is always the better lifestyle choice for a cuckold; no more so than those delicious minutes just after his Wife's Lover has left.
..........

'Outing' her husband as an inadequate cuckold is a very good step for a young Wife who wishes to make her availability known. Ably assisted by her equally available friends, this young Lady demonstrates just how it should be done.  
........... 

They say that the secret to a successful marriage for the Wife is to maintain the mystique, and to surprise hubby occasionally. Or in this case, permanently.

The Story of Elaine, Jackson, and cuckold james

 

Chapter Twenty Six 

The Day of the Wedding – Part 2

 

The feeling of a little wet tongue working its magic on one's sexual organ can be a most delightful sensation, whether the recipient is male or female – or in this case my best friend Alana. And the ‘worker’ was me with her delicate and tiny penis resting on my tongue like a baby bird snuggled down in its warm nest – safe, secure, and happy.

There is something really beautiful in the unselfish and one-sided giving of pleasure to someone you care for. I had discovered this with Elaine, my new Master – Jackson, and Alana two nights ago. I felt an emotion of profound humbling as I worked the little, but highly sensitive tube of pink flesh that now stood stiffly to attention against my warm and wet tongue.

I nuzzled it, licked it, kissed it, and eventually took his penis deep into my mouth to rest gently against my larynx - and then I went through the whole delightful sequence of affection again, and again. The salty taste of seminal fluid was telling me that Alana’s arousal was rising in response to my pleasuring.

This was not the crude ‘blow job’ that is practised by ‘professional ladies of the night’, or pornographers (or both). It was a demonstration of my affection and understanding for my best friend who had now turned away from ‘manliness' to embrace his feminine side. Like me, he had accepted his cuckolding by his (now pregnant) Wife, and this was his way of addressing his new way of life. And my attention to his little penis was my way of telling him that I understood, and still cared for him.

I felt the first spasm of his tiny member, before I sensed the warm spurt of semen hit my throat. I had taken him gradually to the edge, only to withdraw slightly to calm him down, and then increase his arousal repeatedly. The result was an ejaculation that precipitated a scream from deep within Alana's throat. Pulse after pulse jetted warm salty cream into my mouth that I lasciviously swallowed as I licked my lips to make sure that I took it all. My deed was done, and Alana's hand that stroked the back of my head told me that she thought so too.

My thoughts returned to the conversation Elaine and I had enjoyed earlier in the week. She had told me of Roman slaves who had been used for sexual purposes only – clearly many female slaves were used for pleasure, but she also told me of many male slaves (possibly eunuchs) who had been used as ‘face-sitters' for the Mistress of the house. The very thought of being a ‘slave' to my Wife, Jackson, or even Alana was attractive to me.

‘Not just attractive,’ I thought to myself, ‘but arousing. This is what I want. This is what I was born to be. This is my future, and I need to embrace it.’

We two, very wet, cuckolds had completed the intimate moment between us and became aware the time was pressing. We had a wedding to prepare for.

“What have you two been up to,” Madeleine asked as we vacated the shower room to stand naked before her and her Lover, Bruno.

“We had a wash Mistress,” we replied in unison.

“Of course you did,” she said, clearly suppressing a laugh at two naked grown men shuffling their feet and lying like two naughty children. “Now get into the clothes I have laid out for you both on the bed.”

We turned and looked at the pretty white dress, lacy white underwear, white shoes, and shimmering white stockings draped over the duvet cover. All of this flimsy wear lie alongside a smart black suite, underwear, socks, and black shiny shoes.

“And cj?”

I turned suddenly at Madeleine’s voice behind me. “Make sure that Alana has her little cage on, before you dress her.”

“Dress her?”

“Dress her cj,” she replied sternly, “and make sure she is beautiful before we leave this room.”

“Mistress?”

“And make sure her cage is fitted properly,” she continued, without responding to me.

I looked at the pile of feminine clothing on the bed, and there, buried under some flimsy silk panties was a small velvet bag that I took to be the cage for Alana's penis.

“Yes Mistress!”

Alana stood subserviently with her legs apart as I eased the round saddle underneath her little testicles and adjusted it so the securing mechanism rested on the upper surface of the base of her penis. Her little organ, still soft and small from my previous pleasuring, slipped into the cage without any lubrication required. A quick lining up of the locating lugs, a click as I snapped the little padlock closed, and my best friend was locked away.

... and my best friend was locked away.

“Jump up and down, and wiggle side to side,” I said.

He did so – consequently his little caged penis charmingly flopped around just inches from my nose.

“Comfy?” I asked.

“Yeth!”

Madeleine looked up from putting on her shoes and snapped, “Don't you dare start lisping Alana. You're not gay, so don't pretend you are.”

“Th .... Sorry Mistress!”

Where had that come from? Was that his/her attempt at being ‘feminine’? If it was it was pretty well wide of the mark. His transition was in an opposite direction completely to the ‘gay' sexuality. His transformation was an effort to cope with his cuckolding, in the same way that my efforts had been directed towards total acceptance and subservience. It annoyed me, and I told him so in no uncertain terms.

“For f*ck's sake Alan,” I exclaimed, “you’re a f*cking cuckold, like me, not a gay-boy. So stop pretending you're one.”

“Sorry!”

“That’s okay,” I replied as I reached for the white lacy suspender belt resting on the bed nearby. “Now hold still while I clip this on for you.”

I wrapped the stretch of material around her waist, clipped it closed and then moved it around so the fastening was around the back. Looking up, I noticed that Alana had picked up two silk stockings from the bed.

“These next,” he said – but it was more of question than a statement.

“Of course them - dummy,” I shot back, snatching one out of her hands. “Now lift your right foot up.”

I had rolled the stocking into a doughnut shape in the same way that I had seen Elaine do just a few hours before, and then pushed it over Alana's proffered foot and rolled it up her leg.

“I think you know how this works,” I said to her.

“Of course I do,” she replied as she daintily clipped the stocking top to the dangling straps. She had done this before – clearly.

“Other foot!”

Once again, I slipped the stocking up her other leg, and again she clipped it expertly to her suspender belt.

‘Why the f*ck am I doing this,’ I thought, ‘she's been doing this a long time.’

“Panties?”

“Sorry?”

“Will you put on my panties?”

I stood up and looked her in the eye. “I don't wear panties.”

“For me – stupid!” she replied. A mischievous smile on her face as she offered me the panties that had been lying next to the stockings on the bed.

We laughed together, in the same way as we used to laugh when we were (men) friends, and it felt good – and sad. But those days were gone and we had both changed for good, but one should never turn away from love, affection, and friendship – so we did not. That morning Alana and I reset our friendship in a different, and more understanding way. We both knew it and were glad of it, and I was still smiling when she stepped into her panties - and I lifted the material up her legs to fit nicely over her little penis cage.

“Now help me with my wedding dress.”

Maddie, already in her similar pattern dress, cut in quickly and said, “Not yet Dear. Let's do your hair and make-up first.”

And at his Wife's command, Alana shuttled over towards the mirrored table, leaving me alone, naked, and on my knees. But only for a second.

“cj,” Maddie said, “your clothes are on the bed by me. Come over and get that nice expensive suit on.”

She was right. It was a nice suit. It was the same colour as Bruno's that he had put on just before he left to help set up the hall for the ceremony.

There were black silk socks, black shiny shoes, an expensive white cotton shirt, a white silk bowtie, a beautiful white flower for the black jacket button hole; but there was something missing.

“There's no pants Mistress,” I said.

“Oh! Sorry cj,” Maddie replied, turning away from arranging Alana's hair. Reaching into a small drawer she pulled out a pair of pink see-through panties. “Try these on. I wore them when I first fell pregnant. They might just have enough room for your little cage.”

“They're panties Mistress,” I exclaimed indignantly. “I know that I am a cuckold, but feminization is not something I had envisaged as part of my new life.”

“Oh get over yourself James,” she responded, “what's a little ‘femming up’ between friends. Besides! You've told Elaine that you want to be her submissive slave, haven't you?”

“Yes Mistress,” I answered lamely.

“Then be a good slave, and put those knickers on.”

Maddie, in full flow, was not someone to whom you said ‘No'. She had a distinctly powerful character and was loved and admired by many – including Alana, Bruno, Elaine, and – yes – me. And she always got her way.

The panties scratched a little as I pulled them up my legs, but she had been right – they fitted my bottom and my little cage like a glove. And felt light and soft when fully adjusted into place.

“Very fetching,” Maddie said with a smile; while Alana's face in the mirror was as if it was made of stone.

“Not something you envisaged eh?” Alana snapped as Maddie started to check for freedom of movement. I didn’t respond. It wasn't my idea, and I had had no choice, unless I went ‘commando'.

... to check for freedom of movement.

The suit fitted me perfectly. The lovely Madeleine had done her homework and I suspected that Elaine and her had planned this whole thing weeks (months?) before. Alana's dress and corsage must have been arranged long before my visit to the beach last week. When my new way of life had confronted me in such an erotic and outrageous way. From day one of my journey into cuckoldry I had suspected a high degree of manipulation, and this was now proof.

“This is such a good fit Mistress. Did Elaine give you my measurements?” I asked Maddie just after she had switched off the hair dryer that had been used on Alana.

She looked up suddenly, the implications of my seemingly innocent question showing on her pretty face. “Erm! Sort of.”

“Sort of? This suit wasn't made yesterday.”

Maddie blushed, and for the first time in her life – probably – she was lost for words. But it was Alana who put the whole question to bed.

“Oh for heaven's sake James. We have all been planning this for weeks. Surely after last night you can't have any doubts about that, and now your Wife wants to be knocked up by her Master,” Alana said.

“I get that,” I replied. “But Elaine and I made love just a few days ago. If that was the case she wouldn't ........ unless.”

I stopped talking and the room fell silent and we all looked at each other as the obvious answer stared us all in the face.

“... you can't get pregnant, if you are already with child,” Alana said – dropping an emotional bomb in the middle of the room.

I had already considered this scenario due to their haste to enlighten me of my cuckolding, but had dismissed it with little thought, but to now hear it expressed as clearly as this, it was obvious. Elaine was carrying Jackson's child. But how had she kept it all a secret. Where was the morning sickness? Where was the strange tastes in food? The secret smile and quiet contemplation of a happy ‘Mother To Be’.

The two of them were quiet now; letting this my burgeoning awareness develop. Alana’s eyes never left my face, but Maddie's looked at the floor; nevertheless it was her who broke  the silence in the room. “Elaine told me she was pregnant with Jackson’s baby last month.”

I felt my innards fall (metaphorically) into my legs, that shook uncontrollably. Of course she was pregnant. Everything had pointed in that direction since that moment she had opened her beautiful legs for Jackson under that watchtower, in the sure knowledge that I would follow and watch him having his way with her. They had even posted a carer (Terry) outside to make sure that I hadn't reacted negatively and to provide support, if needed – I hadn't.

I had always known that I had been manoeuvred into this position for a purpose. I had accepted this and made my own emotional adjustments so I could keep Elaine by my side and, I have to admit, I had started to take pleasure in. So why wasn't I enraged at the thought of another man’s child growing in my own Wife's body? And why, as I thought about her tummy and breasts growing, was my penis restraint suddenly feeling tight? Why was I aroused? I knew the answers to these questions even as I considered them. I was a complete cuckold - a newly cuckolded husband, that was for sure, but ‘complete' nevertheless.

Alana stood up from her seat and came to me and enveloped me in her arms. “Welcome to my world Jim,’ she said as the perfume in her hair assailed my nostrils.

I didn't cry, or fold up like a lesser cuckold would have done. Elaine was pregnant and there was nothing I could or should do, but did I now welcome this new revelation? Hadn't I said so that previous evening when I had knelt before her and pressed my lips to her tummy. I had been given her birth control pills to hand around my neck and paraded my emasculation before everyone.

I patted Alana's soft little arse and said, “Don’t worry about me Alana. It was always going to happen one way or another. I'm fine! Honestly! My Wife is having a baby, just like Maddie.”

She stepped back and looked me in the eye, uncertain if I had just insulted her or had been clumsy with my words. Seeing my face, she was convinced that I was not being sarcastic. She smiled.

“Come and give me away cuckold,” she said as she stroked the left side of my face with her cool hand.

“Lead on cuckold.”

“Lead on cuckold.”

All three of us were laughing as we left the room and walked down the corridor.

Elaine, Jackson, and Bruno were waiting for us in the magnificent Entrance Hall of the Manor. Standing alongside them were the beautiful Jennifer, her cuckold husband John, a smiling medium sized man with short dark hair and thinly growing  beard who was introduced as Reverend Norman Jones. Standing close to the vicar, was a lovely young woman with naturally bright red hair, large breasts and wide ‘child-bearing’ hips. The serenity in her green eyes reflected happiness with her mid-term pregnancy, and the smile on her freckled face was for all, but mostly for the tall young Black Man whose hand she clasped tightly.

It was Bruno who introduced us, and as we stepped forward to shake hands, Reverend Jones gestured to the happy couple nearby and said, “may I introduce my Wife Geraldine and our Master, Bekele.”

I stared at the trio in front of me – the vicar was another Cuckold, like Alana and I. Not only a cuckold, but it was clear that his beautiful, full bodied, Wife was carrying the Black Man's child, or children, in her womb.

The shake of her hand was firm, as was Bekele's, and her shrewd green eyes took in the dynamics of Alana and my relationship almost immediately. “You both look such a lovely couple,” she said, “but who belongs to who?”

“Sorry?” It was Alana who spoke.

I knew what the big red-head was asking, so before Alana had time to ask again, I replied, “I am Jackson and Elaine’s cuckold, and,” I gestured to Alana, “I am here in support of Alana for today's ceremony.”

I was expecting derision from Geraldine, or at least a dismissive response, but I was wrong; the lady, along with the big breasts, hips, and bottom, had a big heart too. Wrapping her arms around the two of us, she enveloped us both into her ample bosom and exclaimed, to no one in particular, “You are both sooo sweeeet!”

I liked her immediately. She was one of those ‘Mother Earth' types who wear their heart on their sleeve and embraced life full-on. Not for her, half measures and wishing for other things, life for her was for living to the full – this was a Woman with appetites that needed sating regularly. Fleetingly, I wondered if Bekele's stamina was up to her carnal needs, but the look of amusement on his face told me that he was.

“She's a very emotional lady, is my Wife,” said Norman, needlessly, to no-one in particular. But I wasn't the only person in that room who noted the warmth in his voice; it was clear that he adored his Wife even though she had been impregnated by the man with the ebony skin who now had his arm around her waist. This way of life was starting to feel very, very normal now – even after a week.

... he adored his wife, even though

 she had been impregnated by 

the man with the ebony skin ...

 

But Reverend Norman Jones had come to Made Manor for purpose. “So!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together and, turning to Jenny, asked, “What's the arrangement today Jen?”

Jenny Smith stepped forward and said, “Madeleine, Bruno, and Alana you already know, Norman. But Elaine, Jackson, and James here are serving as ‘support’ and witness to the polyamorous wedding and will need one of your little chats, especially cuckold James here.

He glanced at me and asked, “Have you been told what your responsibility is here today James.”

“Not really,” I replied truthfully.

“Each of you are here to support your friend in their embarkation into a new relationship. Unsurprisingly, Elaine is here to support Madeleine, Jackson as ‘Best Man’ for Bruno, and you James,” he said directly, looking into my eyes, “ are here to support, witness, and encourage your best friend in the journey she has elected to take from cuckolded husband to feminine partner to Bruno and Madeleine. This has not been an easy journey for her to take, and I understand that you have only recently been apprised of her transition, which predictably has caused you some confusion. Nevertheless, Madeleine and Bruno assure me that you have accepted Alana’s new gender and have behaved impeccably towards her, consequently I am happy to proceed with the ceremony.”

We walked together into the same large room that the night before had seen our own ‘Engagement’; Madeleine and Elaine arm in arm first, Bruno and Jackson side by side next, followed by Alana and I (hand in hand), Geraldine and Bekele, Jenny and John, and finally the Reverend Norman Jones. We formed a semi circle around a small wooden polished table on which laid a small booklet entitled, ‘Archbishop's Council – Guidance on Future Polyamory Events – Sample Commitment Texts’.

We were not alone, in rows of chairs stretching away to the back of the cavernous room were the same friends whose company we had enjoyed the night before, and many others. Pretty young Women sat between handsome young Black Men, and smaller white males – cuckold couples in their droves had come with their Masters to witness a rare event - a polyamorous wedding with a feminized cuckold.

“Dearly beloved,” Norman said to the congregation, “we are gathered here today to witness and honour the commitment of Madeleine, Bruno, and Alana – formerly known as Alan – to their polyamorous relationship. We have witnessed such commitments before, but this is a special moment in our communal adoption and celebration of the three cornered relationship, and all of its various interpretations.”

There was a murmuring of appreciation from the sea of faces, all of them kind, understanding, and warm with the aura of love that surrounded them. It was then that I realised that the triples who sat together had probably had their own relationships solemnized in this way. It was a seminal moment for me to realise that others had adopted this way of life before we had done so and now lived happily together. And as I looked at my Wife, standing beside Madeleine, I knew that I had something to say to her, so I released Alana's hand for a moment and shuffled sideways.

“I know!” I whispered into Elaine’s left ear.

She glanced sideways at me with a quizzical look on her pretty face. “Know what?”

I didn't answer, but I had a question of my own. “When is the baby due?”

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she replied, “Maddie is due in about two months. Why?”

“I don't mean her Elaine. I mean you.”

She stared straight in front of her for close to a minute as the blood drained from her face at my words. She bit her lip and her eyes had glistened as she finally turned her head fully to face me. “How did you find out? Who told .... you?” she asked, moving closer to Jackson as his arm closed around her waist protectively.

“All of this week I have been guided, nudged and encouraged to be the perfect cuckold. Much of it by myself of course, but there has always been a nagging sensation in the back of my mind Elaine,” I said. Her eyes never leaving my own.

“And that is?”

“Why the rush? You could have sat me down and explained the situation and talked me through the reason that you now have a big Black Lover. Did you think I would respond differently and hate you? Or throw you out of the house?” I asked.

“I never thought that.”

“And then, on Monday night, we made love – if you recall,” I said.

She nodded.

“So why would a Wife who was planning to make a baby with her Black Master, and to then state it publicly just a few days later in front of her husband, risk the wrong man impregnating her? So logic states that ....” I didn't finished the sentence, stared into her eyes, and waited. It took three seconds for her to reply.

Her voice quivered as she replied, “The baby is due in May.”

I felt my own eyes water, just as hers had, as I choked back a sob.

“I'm so sorry,” Elaine said. 

“Don't be! I’m a cuckold,” I replied; instantaneously aware that Norman had stopped talking and that all eyes were upon us two. The room had become silent with attention being paid to the mini crisis being played out on the stage by the assembled ‘wedding party’. I felt a cool hand grab my own; it was Alana's and she was not happy with me. I had been crass and unsupportive of her on her big day and I felt ashamed as she pulled me sideways to return to my position by her side. “Sorry!” “Shut up!” Alana snapped, giving me a quick look of sympathy before returning her attention to the ceremony. Norman, still smiling, picked up the pamphlet and spoke. “I have said many times, on all of these joyful occasions of personal dedication that elders of my Church, officially, remains opposed to polyamorous marriages. But among us there are younger clergy who recognize that love in all of its forms should be recognized, and I count myself as one of these. Subsequently, the service that we shall have here today will be one of personal dedication without invoking the word of God. Do you accept that?” He stopped to let the words sink in and looked meaningfully at Madeleine, Bruno, and Alana for an answer. Their united answer of, “We Do!” by the three of them together, indicated to me that this question had been asked before -presumably at a previous interview. It also told me that this marriage was not a sudden ‘bright idea’, but had been long in the planning. Logically, my next thought was, ‘are Elaine and Jackson planning the same for me?’ Content that he had received the answer he sought, Reverend Norman Jones continued, “We are here today to celebrate the love that Bruno, Madeleine, and Alana have for each other, and to recognize and witness their decision to journey forward in their lives together. While you are separate individuals, you walk along one path together. Your every gesture, word, expression, and action, and those you withhold or omit, will determine the quality of your experience together. It is through loving, kindness, caring, and sharing that a successful marriage journey is created. A good marriage takes patience, dedication, humour, and forgiveness. You keep your love alive through the choices you make moment by moment, day after day, and year after year. Through practice, you learn how to love yourselves and each other with devotion, and to cherish the children that result from your attachment.” He stopped to looked up at us. “Jackson, Elaine, and James. You stand as witnesses to this marriage. Do you also stand as support for the happy trio in both good times and bad?” There was no other answer to give than the response we gave. In one voice, we replied, “We Do!” without equivocation or prompting. It would have been unconscionable for me to have replied in any other way for Alana who, I was beginning to realise was meaning more to me than I had thought a week ago. “Then my question for you Madeleine, Bruno, and Alana,” Norman asked, “is do you commit yourselves to this marriage between the three of you?” He looked at Madeleine. “Madeleine?” “I do!” she replied; her voice a whisper. “Bruno?” “I do!” “Alana?” I held my breath. Would my friend make the jump from cuckold to sissy bride to a well-hung Black Master. To be his feminized sissy, and be used for pleasure as and when it pleased him. “I do!” There had been no mistaking the determination in Alana's voice. This is what my ‘best friend’ wanted – and whom was I to stand in judgement. “So I now pronounce you a happy and loving trio!” Norman said in a raised voice so all in that large room could hear. And then, to thunderous applause, he exclaimed loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen. Please stand for Bruno, Madeleine, and Alana.” And that was the end of the cuckold wedding ceremony. There was plenty to drink, food to eat, dancing to be had, and fellow cuckolds to talk to, but for all of that, I felt that a distance had been put between myself and Elaine. For the first time in my life with that lovely Woman, I felt disconnected from her.