The empty chair - Part One

 The Empty Chair

Part One - Date Night

Tuesdays, Yech! Don't you just bloody-well hate them. The fifteen mile drive from my home in Guildford, Surrey was only supposed to take twenty minutes to the place I work in Leatherhead, but the traffic was even more of a nightmare so inevitably, I only just made it to my desk by eight thirty and was obliged to abandon my routine preparations for the working day (toilet, hair comb, coffee and football chat with my colleagues at the desks surrounding mine) until later in the morning.

Later than usual, I was standing, having a pee in front of one of the urinals in the Executive Toilets when I became aware of someone standing beside me. The heavy splashing noise coming from the next bowl told me that I had been joined by my Boss, Geoff; the CEO of the large company for whom I was the Deputy Human Resources Manager.

Geoff was one of those men who are best described as a dynamo. Tall, handsome and strong; in his mid thirties he was a graduate from Oxford and MIT with a specialisation in management and leadership within the engineering world. The company that he headed and that I worked for was a research and development organisation that specialised in natural energy.

"Hi Pete," he said to me, after tucking away what I perceived to be a very large purple headed pink python back into his trousers, "how's it hanging?"

"Fine thanks Geoff," I replied as I joined him at the nearby line of sinks to wash my hands. I was nervous because, although Geoff was always polite, friendly and good company in the pub, there was always something going on behind his eyes. He was never someone to play poker with; that was for certain.

I was happy to wait for him to finish using the noisy hand dryer and stood patiently waiting my turn, however after finishing he turned to me and said, "I saw Chris in Waitrose yesterday evening. Did she mention it?"

My hands were still dripping wet so I was a touch distracted and didn't realise what he was saying.

"Chris?" I asked.

"Christine," he replied. And then because I was still distracted he said, "Your Wife Pete! Christine!"

"Oh! Of course," I exclaimed - embarrassed. "She normally picks up our dinner after her keep-fit class. She didn't mention it. Should she have?"

"She didn't mention it.
Should she have?"

He laughed and then continued, "No, not really. She needed some Basmati Rice from the back of the top shelf so I reached up and got it for her. We then had a nice little chat about things in general."

"That's nice," I commented weakly. Hoping that he would get out of the way so I could use the hand dryer.

"And I have a favour to ask of you," he continued.

I said nothing in reply, but I was intrigued. And behind my smile there was some undeniable trepidation.

"Well I might as well get straight the point." he said in response to my silence. "My Sister has invited me to dinner on Thursday evening at her house in Wimbledon and I need a 'plus-one'. Otherwise she is going to try and match me up with her socialist journalist friend Rebecca Makepiece. The trouble is that I can't stand the silly cow."

"She's quite pretty isn't she?" I asked lamely.

"Yeah! But as boring and opinionated as hell."

"So you want to take Christine to a family dinner Geoff. Is that it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"If it's okay with you Pete. I'll look after her, I promise."

"I see! So what did she say when you spoke to her about this?" I asked.

"She said that the decision is yours Pete. If you say yes, you will definitely get me out of a tricky situation. I'm fond of my Sister and I don't want to upset her."

"I'll talk to her tonight," I replied as he opened the toilet door for me to go through, "and you  can have your answer tomorrow."

"If you can ask Chris to phone me tonight with your joint decision," he said, "she has my number. I put it in her mobile phone yesterday. I hope you don't mind. She said it was okay." He then changed his mind and said, "on second thoughts Pete it would be better if you phoned me, just so I know that you both agree."

As he walked away back to his office I knew that I had been manipulated. 'Perhaps she'll say no or perhaps she'll say yes. Either way he wants me to arrange what is effectively a date for him with my Wife, and to then to confirm it myself', I thought ruefully as I made my way back to my office desk deep in thought. So deep in fact, that I suddenly realised that my hands were still wet and was obliged to return to the hand dryer.

Christine was waiting for me when I arrived home that night and it was clear to me that she was thinking about her meeting with Geoff and was waiting for me to raise the matter of her date with him. Nevertheless I waited until after dinner to raise the subject.

"Well I suppose that we should talk about the subject that you have been wanting to raise with me since I walked through the door," I said to her as I loaded the dishwasher after dinner.

"I was wondering when you would get around to it," Chris replied,

"You know that Geoff is not the kind of guy to hold it against me if you say no. So you are not obliged to go to dinner with him for the sake of my career," I said as my hand started to tremble causing the plates to rattle as I placed them in the rack.

"I know!" she replied in a quiet voice, "he pretty much said that himself."

"So the question is Dear," I said, dreading her reply, "do you want to go on a date with him?"

"I thought I was just helping him out with a problem," she said, "but if you say it's a date then the other question is how you would feel knowing that I am out alone with a big attractive hunk of a man Pete?"

'.. big attractive hunk of a man?' I already knew how she was going to answer my question before I asked it. But her own question deserved a considered answer.

"The answer to that, I guess, is that I won't know until the time comes," was my honest reply. But she didn't respond to my own question, so I continued, "so do you? Want to go on a date with Geoff?"

"Well at least he has had the good manners to ask you," she replied, "so yes, I will, but only if you're comfortable with it."

I was far from comfortable but the die was cast, therefore my reply was simple, "I guess so. I had better let him know then. Can you let me have his number? I know that you have it. He told me this afternoon."

Geoff did not sound surprised when I phoned him and just said "Thanks Pete. Now pass the phone to Christine."

Chris talked animatedly and in a familiar way with my Boss for approximately twenty minutes as I sat beside her and listened to them becoming intimate friends. For my part, I followed very little of their private conversation until the words 'Wedding Ring' sprang out and alerted my attention.

"What about my wedding ring?" Chris asked him. ......... "Oh I see. I'm supposed to be your Girlfriend and not happily married to somebody else," she remarked, glancing towards me and raising her eyebrows as she smiled at me.

Turning to me, she held her hand over the phone for a second and said, "Geoff wants to show me off as his new Girlfiend."

"I heard!" I replied testily, "and how would he like you dress for the date? Ask him that."

She did ask him and his answer was, "leave it to Pete's good taste."

Christine let out a small giggle at this answer and said, "I think Geoff wants you to help me get ready for our date."

"Of course he does," I replied sarcastically as the now familiar feeling of manipulation swept over me again.

Geoff was not in work the next day, Wednesday. "He's in Barcelona," Tina his PA confirmed when I asked if I could see him in his office. I was having second thoughts about Christine going out to dinner with him and wanted to talk.

"He's back late tomorrow afternoon Pete," Tina confirmed; thus killing off any chance of stopping the emotional train that was thundering down the line towards me.

Wednesday at work passed and I said nothing to Christine that evening about my qualms; I don't know why, but I instinctively knew that she would be pissed off with me if I were to change the arrangement now. 

Thursday at work was the same old boring rubbish and it was with a sense of relief when Geoff failed to appear before I had left for home. To call off his date with my Wife at such a time would have shown me up to be indecisive and weak.

Christine was in the shower when I arrived home and shouted for me to help her prepare. The sound of the water spray and her humming a happy tune seemed to be inconsistent with my mood of impending doom. Nevertheless I complied with her request for me to lay out her black hold-up stockings and the new dress that I had bougnt her recently.

Stepping naked from the shower she called to me in the bedroom and said, "Geoff phoned earlier and told me that he would pick me up at seven thirty so I need to hurry."

I had already placed her dress and stockings on the bed but as she walked into the bedroom she said, "can you get my little black thong from my panties drawer please Pete."

"Thong?" I asked incredulously, "isn't that a bit much for just a 'plus one' dinner date?"

"isn't that a bit much for just a 'plus one' dinner date?"

"I'm supposed to be his sexy Girlfriend tonight Pete," replied my lovely Wife, "I can hardly go with big granny-knickers on."

"I guess you're right," I replied, as I handed her what was little more than a piece of black elastic string with a postage stamp attached.

"You know I am Dear," she replied, as she pulled the tiny thong up to cover her trimmed pussy hair.

'When did she do that? And why!' I thought to myself as I passed her the pretty black stockings.

Each new item seemed to change her. When she had stepped out of the shower she had still been my lovely and happy Wife, but with each item of clothing she became increasingly a desirable young Woman. Not looking like a Wife any more, but very much another man's Mistress.

Not looking like a Wife any more,
but very much another man's Mistress.

I just stood and stared at the apparition before me. "You look beautiful Dear," I said.

"Thank you Pete," she replied, "now take this and put in somewhere safe."

It was her wedding ring. She had placed it into my hand in what I thought at that very moment as something symbolic of our future marriage. 'Don't be so daft. It's only a dinner with friends.'

Geoff arrived at seven twenty just as Chris was putting the final touches to her make up.

"Hi Pete," he said conversationally after we had shook hands and I had shown him to a comfortable chair, "Tina phoned me on the way back from Heathrow," he said, "and she tells me that you wanted a word."

"Oh no problem!" I lied, "It was only about last month's personnel absentee figures."

The look on his face told me that he did not believe a word but he said nothing. Seconds later his eyes popped wide open and he grinned from ear to ear as Christine came into the room.

"For the first time in many years I am totally speechless," he said as he looked at her as she walked towards him. "You look totally ravishing."

He stood and took a hold of her hands and lifted them up to place a gallant kiss on each.

"Will I pass as your Girlfriend then?" Chris asked as her face grew red at his compliment.

"My God yes!" he replied, "and then some."

It was clear to me that there was some kind of rapport building between them, even now. And it was little surprise to me when I saw them holding hands as they left to walk up the path and get into his Bently  Continental.

I was left alone for the night with the odd sensation of her wedding ring now on my right little finger for safe keeping. My Wife was going out to dinner with my Boss. It felt strange that she was not there beside me as I sat down to watch the usual rubbish offered up by BBC television. Twice, out of habit, I turned to speak to Christine but she wasn't there. The only thing that I was talking to was an empty chair.

To be continued.  

 

The Brothers' Auction 

Being 'Black Owned' can be a wonderful thing for a cuckold and his Wife, especially if you offer yourselves to be auctioned at a private club. This is just a little vignette in that way of life:

“Brothers! Let me introduce our last auction sale of the night and, as with all previous sales, these beautiful Wives are all volunteers. We have already had our ‘Sissy Hubby’ auction which was very successful and they are being led away now to a life of happy servitude to the gay brothers who were prepared to pay the highest price. Additionally, our earlier ‘Black Owned White Couple’ sale was perhaps a little oversubscribed and took a long time to get through. No doubt we shall be repeating this at our next auction.

And now for the highlight of the evening. I give you Annabelle, Rebecca and Michelle. Our offering for tonight’s ‘White Mistress Auction'. Their hubbies, by the way, are the three naked cuckolds with their little penis cages chained to the floor at the back of the room. And please don’t fondle them gay boys!

Annabelle tells me that she looks forward to being the perfect Lover for a well hung Black Man and will enjoy tying her hubby to the foot of the bed so he can watch."

(a murmur of, “Oh God Yes!” from the back of the room)

"Rebecca has said that her body aches for a real man to take her and that only a Black Man can do that. 'Certainly not my ‘little’ hubby' she informs me."

(laughter from the audience looking round at the red faced wimp in the middle)

And Michelle, my Brothers! Michelle with those pretty little titties. Do you know why Michelle is here? She wants to be ‘Black Owned’ and to have a baby from a real man. Now who of us wouldn’t wish to oblige?"

(a whimper from the rear of the room)

"Now let’s start with a million for Annabelle. So what am I bid?"

 Best Sister

"Oh good God! Look at the size of him. He must be about six foot four. Are you sure he wants to meet me? He could have any of the girls here tonight."    

"Don't sell yourself short Anna. I'm your Sister, and I know when a big Black Master is interested."      

"So how is Clive coping with his cuckolding. Has he accepted that you are pregnant with your Black Master's child?"      

"Yes! But my hubby is not the issue here Anna. The question is whether you are going over to Big Michael and say hello."     

"You do know that Barry is here with me tonight. What will he think if I do?"       

"Your little hubby is sat in the dark with Clive, watching and waiting to see if you are going to cuckold him tonight."      

"Jessica, do you happen to know if Big Michael is well endowed?"     

"From personal experience I can guarantee it. Now go, before he loses interest. And don't forget to wave to Barry as Big Michael takes you home tonight."        

"You are the best Sister any girl could have Jessica."

 

A Rhyme For Our Time

 

 

Life can be tough for a husband with a small penis. But to be told by his Wife that he doesn't size up can feed into that feeling of inadequacy. Such moments are those we cuckolds love.

 Happy Wife Reflections

Mrs Linda Lacey says:

It was right out of the blue when Clive asked me if he was 'performing' well enough in bed. I was about to tell him that such things don't really matter in a happy marriage, when he said, " And please be honest with me Linda."

There it was, the thing in our life together that was less than perfect. The lovely house, my white Mercedes, and the holiday home in Majorca that my hubby's profession all pay for gave us a wonderful life together, all except for his three inch, ten seconds limit, soft pink Willy.

My response of, "There are times when I could do with more than you give me in bed Clive. But I still love you," was met with a downcast look of despondency, and then resolution, and then a haunted look when he said, "And I love you too Dear, and that is why I think you should consider joining the White Mistress Order.

"Do you mean like your Sister Susan?" I asked.

He nodded, and said, "So you know about that, do you?"

"Of course I do. She has been trying to get me together with the Black Master Organisation for months now. I think I would like to give it a try."

Clive's face turned to beetroot red as he replied, "If you want to."

I did 'want to', so two days later Clive helped me prepare for my first weekend session with the BMO Assessors, Rashid and Errol. Enough to say that my Friday night with Rashid was a wonderful initiation into Black Master loving. On Saturday night Errol took me in so many positions that by the time Sunday morning came, I could accommodate any known perversion that a man and a Woman could think of together. Sunday night was 'party night' with Errol and Rashid, taking me in turns - or together. I was in a sweaty, sticky, heaven and I made sure that so were my two Assessors.

I passed the assessment with flying colours, so the following day the BMO delivered their electronic 'Reductor' cage for Clive's little penis, which, happily, is now less than one inch in length.

It has been nearly two years since my initiation into the White Mistress Order and in that short time I have become a favourite 'pleasure wife' for seven of my regulars.

And Clive? He loves it ...

... when my Masters laugh at his little pink apology of a member.

When i see my Wife with him

When i see my Wife with him, talking, kissing, making promises with her lips and her body they present a picture of gentle and beautiful love. But at the end of the day when their bodies entwine in passion and i kneel beside the bed like a good cuckold should, their loving takes on ...

... a whole new exciting picture.

Gratitude

 

My best friend, Josh, also a close colleague at work, one day spotted that i had made a big error with a client's account by a factor of almost three hundred percent. It was the kind of mistake that would automatically result in instant dismissal and a ruined career.   

"Don't sweat it Malcolm," Josh told me, "I will show you just how to rearrange the figures to make it look like a trading loss."  

"But that's illegal. Isn't it?"   

"Of course it is mate," he replied laughing. "But we all do it anyway."   

"Oh thanks Josh," I exclaimed, "how can i ever repay you."   

"I fancy a bit of home cooking Malcolm. Would that be okay?"  

"Of course. Come to dinner tomorrow night," was my immediate response, knowing that he had a bit of a crush on my Wife.  

Jane seemed excited to hear that i had invited Josh to a short notice dinner party, so when i told her the reason she was adamant that he should be rewarded.  

Josh arrived early the following evening, while Jane was still in the shower; it was then no surprise that Jane called down the stairs to say, "Bring Josh upstairs to say hello."  

i was not surprised by Jane's invite because i had long suspected that they were attracted to each other, and when she told him that she was grateful that he had saved my career i knew in my heart just what was going to happen next. Standing before her hubby's best friend in nothing but a towel is an invite in any language, and my Wife made little effort to conceal her availability.

There are moments when a hubby understands why he should not interfere, and i have always been a very 'understanding' husband. That evening, dinner for me was a ham sandwich while i sat in my armchair listening to the squeaking rhythm of love coming from the bed directly above my head. Josh must have had Jane at least four times that night and their physical desire for each other continued the next day, followed by the ensuing days, weeks and months.   

A year later I asked Jane if our gratefulness had run its course. 

"Of course not Malcom," she replied, as she held Josh's little daughter to her milk filled breast. "Gratitude is unlimited and forever."

 

Tales from the Mandingo Palms Resort

 

 

"How's your holiday going Elenour. Has your hubby paraded yet?"

"Not yet Janet. My Master and I got his cucky cage fitted to his little willy last night and he's going to mince around the pool this afternoon."

"Is he going naked or have you femmed him up?"

"I have given him a pair of my black hold-up stocking to wear, with a pair of pink stilettos so he can prance around the pool looking like the sissy cuckold he is."

"I'll look forward to seeing him Elenour. My Black Master and I will be watching his 'coming out' from our sunbeds."

"And your hubby Janet. Will he be parading too?"

"He paraded last year, so this year he is spending his time by our bed as my Master and I try make a baby."

"How does he feel about that?"

"Don't know! Don't care! He's a cuckold! End of!"

 

 

A Rhyme For Our Time

 

When his Wife grows another man's child inside her, a hubby truly finds out just how much of a cuckold he really is.

 Happy Wife Reflections

Mrs Karen Kirkham says:

When I married John I knew that I would have to be the strong one of the couple. He's the nicest man a Woman could ever wish for; he's kind, caring, and very attentive to my needs - both in and out of bed. There is nothing he wouldn't do for me and, I have only to say then he obeys me immediately.

For almost eight years I was happy with this one sided marriage, until one day I became tired of always being the Domina. I wanted John to be the 'man of the house, but by his own admission, he wanted to remain the submissive hubby.

"I love being subjugated by you Karen," he said, "but we can't submit to each other, can we. ....... Unless?"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you would like to be 'Black Owned'."

I didn't know what Black Owned meant, but John did, so I said yes to what seemed likes very interesting idea.

The following evening, John brought DeShawn to the house and stepped aside when I was lifted up by that strong Black Master and was carried like a trophy up to the bedroom. That night I learnt the joys of total submission to the superior Black Male.

The following night I lay on my back and opened my thighs for Deven while my husband knelt by the bed with a small cage on his penis. And the one after that I felt the power, size, and strength of Demba inside me as John pledged himself to be a sissy slave to all Black Masters.

Now, and for the rest of my days, I shall be the property of all Black Masters. And as I raise my knees and spread my legs for whichever superior man is having me, I know what it means to give one's body and soul over to a wonderful ideal. And just why the 'Natural Order' is the future for all white Wives who are prepared to cuckold their weak submissive hubbies and what it is to ...

... rejoice in its consequences.

The pleasure of his deep penetration

When my Wife, Brenda, told me that she had 'met someone' I knew there was nothing I could do except acknowledge that she was cuckolding me. It came as no surprise that I knew the man she was opening her legs for; my Boss, Jakomo, is very much the ladies man with all of the equipment to make them very, very, happy.

I had a decision to make so, after discussing with her the way ahead for our marriage, we both decided that I would be an active participating cuckold.

At first it was difficult for me to kneel by the bed and watch in silence as his rod powered into my Wife, but I soon learned to accept my cuckolding. Very soon I was licking my Boss's seed from her pussy, and experiencing the rush of depravity by fellating Jakomo's dark cock back to hardness.

My best moment of all, however was just yesterday as I knelt at the foot of our marriage bed and looked on at my lovely Brenda's face. It was such a joy to witness the amazement, discomfort, and ultimately the pleasure of his deep penetration happily progress across her lovely face.

 

Holiday Snaps

Whenever Naomi and I go on holiday we always like to take holiday snaps for our album. It will remind us of the many treasured moments we have had together. This one for example will remind us forever of our stay on the beach in the Grenadines last year.

His name was Emmanuel and it was just a matter of a couple of days before Naomi secretly winked at me. I knew what she wanted, I winked back, and retreated to the bar while she took him to our villa and encouraged him to have a nice time with her slim and fit body.

Her Holiday Boyfriend was disappointed when we returned home, but we left him with a copy of this holiday snap. It was to remind him, as well as Naomi and I, of the happy few days he enjoyed between my Wife's open legs.

Next year? I guess we'll give Jamaica a try.

Are you fully naked under that dress?

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A Rhyme For Our Time

 

 

'Date Night' for the Wife of a cuckold is always an enjoyable experience - for the Black Master, his Mistress, and her hubby.

 

Cuckold’s Dress Code - 6

 

Cuckold’s Dress Code - 6

Black Owned Cuckold

Type:

A Black Owned Cuckold is a husband who understands that his life is now to be spent in servitude to his Wife and her Black Master, who now exercises complete control over both of them; because of that, cuckold has chosen to wear a black penis restraint in deference to Master’s colour.

In deference to Master

As a white man with a small penis, cuckold fully understands that the mating of his pretty White Wife with her Master is a joyous union and is in the natural order of things.

The contrast between his Wife’s pretty white skin and Master’ dark body still gives him a feeling of deep emotion as he witnesses the physical contrasting beauty between the two of them when mating.

Now that he has been allowed to attend their coupling he knows that there will never be a more magnificent sight than Master’s dark member sliding deep into his Wife.

Cuckold has a settled, albeit submissive view on life; he accepts his inferiority readily and has long ago agreed that he should also be ‘black owned’ in the same way that his Wife has become. He sees it as his duty to offer his Wife and himself as an instrument of pleasure to Master and is never happier when the offer is accepted.

Help:

Cuckold has made it his business to understand just what arouses Master the most when he helps to dress his Wife in preparation for dates or those long lovely nights upstairs. He can tell instinctively whether Master would prefer the ‘virginal’ look or the clothes that will make her appear what she is – a black man’s property, just by his phone call; so tuned in is he, that he is rarely wrong.

He has learned that many black men like to see their ladies draped in expensive silks and wearing gold ‘slave’ jewellery and so has become very artistic in how he presents his Wife for the delectation of her Master. Even going so far as to freshen up her ‘Ace of Spades’ tattoo with black ink on occasion; he does this so everybody will know that she is ‘black owned’ – such moments make his such a proud cuckold.

Prepares bedroom in readiness for Master’s, and his Wife’s lovemaking making sure that it is sensually lit and warm. Will stand unobtrusively in the corner of the room wearing just his black penis cage and slave collar in order to immediately react to any orders from the pair of Lovers; such orders can be to strip his Wife naked and then to offer her respectfully for Master’s pleasure. Alternatively he may be required to kneel before Master and to arouse his manhood to its full strength and size with his gentle fingers and tongue, culminating with positioning the bulbous head of his big black rod at his lovely Wife’s tunnel of love – cuckold feels so privileged to be included in their love making.

Dress sense:

Cuckold wears only black in tribute to Master and his black friends - black suit, black tie, black shirt, black socks, black shoes, black underwear and black penis cage for normal work wear.  For evening wear he wears beautiful black ladies garments, along with a small restraint.

Cuckold’s Evening Wear

As a matter of honour, cuckold has given up all control of his manhood to Master and his Wife and, although he acknowledges that Master controls him, it is his Wife that unlocks and re-locks him twice daily when changing from day to night wear. Cuckold loves these little moments of intimacy with his Wife and has learned to accept his profound unmanning stoically. Similar to ‘Evolving cuckold 2’, Black Owned Cuckold loves to be actively engaged in the mating process between his Wife and Master and, when instructed to do so, will lie beneath the lovers and delight at the sight, sounds and smell of their lust. Watching that large black piston plunging in and out of her is sometime more than he can bear he is so aroused and humiliated, but he also understands that his duty is only to serve and is only there because of the magnanimity of Master; consequently cuckold will always hold Master’s hot sticky manhood to his face and whisper “Thank you Master,” when the black pole slides out of his Wife.

Reacts:

Cuckold recognizes that he is the lesser man so at every meeting between Master and himself will adopt a submissive stance and accept any slight to his manliness; he takes pleasure in being introduced as ‘My Bitch’s Cucky Boy’, ‘Her White Faggot Cuck’, ‘My Emergency Snowflake’ or any combinations of such demeaning titles, all of which he will happily repeat to any Black Master who asks.

Cuckold understands that he will never regain his masculinity in the eyes of either black or white communities so concentrates all of his efforts in keeping Master and his Wife contented and fulfilled. Accordingly, Master now requires cuckold to attend all such matings in his marriage bed and to serve as a ‘Clean Up Boy’ after Master has ejaculated into cuckold’s Wife. Such duties are enthusiastically carried out and he has, over the years, become not only very good at making his Wife comfortable after her seeding but also resurrecting Master in order to ‘start again’.

He says:

“I have long ago recognised the superiority of the Black Alpha Male over me, the inferior beta male. Master’s strength, size and stamina are of a quality that I could never achieve so I have readily given myself over to a life of servitude to him and my beautiful Wife. There is no way back for me now and I shall never attempt to withdraw from my devotion and servitude; but why would I? I am happy as I am.”

“People often say to me, ‘Why don’t you get out from under this enslavement to that monster of a black man; start being your own man and live your own life.’ I appreciate their concern but they should realize that being a cuckold and a slave to her Black Lover has awoken in me a characteristic of my personality that had stayed hidden until my Wife brought Master home and told me I was a cuckold. It was so easy then to reject all pretensions of manliness and fulfill a desire to serve Master in any way I can; since then I have known only happiness in my need to serve him.

Relationships:

Cuckold will never look directly at Master unless he is spoken to, and obeys all commands and wishes without comment or complaint. When told of his Wife’s pregnancy by Master his only response was to thank him for giving her his seed and to congratulate him on his potency. Unusually without asking, cuckold brought two glasses of champagne to the bedroom so they could give a toast to the happy event; for this thoughtful act he was rewarded by Master by allowing cuckold to kneel and pleasure his massive black manhood to completion – unorthodox but a toast nonetheless.

From the very first meeting between cuckold and Master, he has never called the superior male by his name – he knows it but dare not use it. The word ‘No’ does not feature in his vocabulary when given tasks to carry out by his Wife or her Lover and such is his ‘fine tuning’ into Master’s humour a snap of the his fingers will tell him all that he needs to know in order to please the superior man.

In the morning:Cuckold will always ensure that he wears a little black outfit in honour of Master when he wakes them or he hears them awake, however always ensuring that Master is getting up and not ‘getting it on’ with his Wife. He knows exactly what Master likes for his breakfast and will prepare it to his perfect satisfaction because he sees this as one of the many ways he can show his devotion to his Black Master. It is not unusual for cuckold to carry out cleaning duties simultaneously as Master consumes his breakfast; he always enjoys Master’s little quip of: ‘A Master and Slave should often bond by eating together.’

Cuckold’s morning wear

Cuckold will serve them both in any way they wish until they are dressed and ready for the day. It is important to him that his Wife and Master are both looking good and appropriately dressed and, should they be planning a day away, cuckold will act as chauffeur for them both.

Conclusion:

Cuckold has understood the true implications of his Wife and himself as being ‘Black Owned’ since the beginning of his cuckoldry. From the very first day his Wife brought Master home he knew exactly the path he must follow by recognizing very early on that he must submit his will and masculinity to the man who was then bedding her regularly. Once he had sloughed off any pretensions of manliness and pride he discovered that he felt an emotional release from obligations of maleness that he did not realize that he possessed, it was then just a short step to submitting to Master and becoming ‘black owned’. That short step has now become a long path of delight.

As a black owned cuckold of some experience he is fully convinced that all white wives should have a black lover (or two) and is not shy in promoting that thought to friends who will listen to his reasoning; to his surprise the concept of being ‘black owned’ has not fallen on deaf ears or brought about a fierce rejection by them. Even as I type one of his friends has submitted himself to the way of life and another has recently found his Wife in bed with her Black Lover. Cuckold suspects that his Wife may also be busy advocating the ‘black owned’ concept to his friends’ Wives.

Cuckold will be forever in his Wife’s debt by introducing him to the ‘black owned’ way of life; the conversion from ‘normal’ beta male to ‘black owned cuckold’ has given him a new, but servile way of life which he would not swap for anything.  To summarize – our cuckold is a very happy and fulfilled man, so much so that he has arranged for a black ‘Beta Male’ tattoo of his own to be placed just above his little penis restraint.

Cuck of Spades

I can’t put it any plainer than that.

 

“I’ve been thinking about that conversation we had the other night.”

“Yes Dear. The one just after we had made love?”

“If you want to call it that. But yes - that conversation.”

“So you want to go on a date with another man. And leave me, your husband, at home. Can i ask why?”

“It’s a matter of needs. I need more than you can provide. I need a real man to make a fuss of me and seduce me, and I need a vigorous Lover to f*ck me hard and long all night. There! I can’t put it any plainer than that.”

“i see. And when this man does all those things to you i will be a cuckold. i will put a little cage on my tiny penis and make it my duty to lick your Lover’s semen from your pussy. And i can’t put it any plainer than that.”

“It’s a deal then cuckface!”

What are you two doing here?

“What are you two doing here? Why are you both standing there naked with my equally naked Wife. And oh yes Jim! Please remove your hand from Angela’s arse.”

“You invited us round Martin. You told us to come round and have our way with her, and she said it was a good idea.”

“I don’t remember saying that.”

“Yes you did. You said to come round tonight and ‘poke her’.

“I said Poker. We’ll play bleeding Poker.” 

“Oh sorry mate! What shall we do now then!”

“If you can all wait a minute, i’ll have a quick shower and come and join you.”

You already have the key

 

“Why? i have been good and locked myself away like you told me to. i am your cuckold so i don’t want to let it out anyway. i like my willy being restrained like this.”

“I know all that Dear, but I need the key and must have it. Now!!!”

“But you already have a key. Who is this one for - dare i ask?”

“Okay. I shall come clean. Shandrell, my Lover, wants to be sure that only his seed fills my vagina. So now you know. We are making a baby!”

“Why didn’t you say so. Here - catch.”

A Rhyme For Our Time

 

Knowing that his Wife spreads her legs for the better man is always a special moment for a husband to a Black Master's Mistress.

Happy Wife Reflections

 Happy Wife Reflections

Mrs Jacqueline Jameson says:

Jason and I became Lovers when we were still teenagers. In friends' bedrooms, in the backseat his Dad's car, or anywhere secluded, our hot and enthusiastic rutting was always going to 'produce'. Hence a heavily pregnant me and Jason were married just before my nineteenth birthday. Two years later we were a two child family and were very much the 'settled couple'.

As the kids grew up Jason and I didn't drift apart but our love-life became stale. My hubby had little interest in sex and I was getting more and more frustrated but, to his everlasting credit, it was him who made the suggestion that has changed our lives.

"My friend Shamah thinks you are lovely," he simply told me one evening after we had sat down to dinner.

"I like him too," was my honest response; because Jason's friend was sex on legs. Big, strong, handsome, and according to one or two of the other Wives in our circle of friends, he was very well 'proportioned'.

"How much do you like him?"

I knew exactly why Jason was asking me this question. All of his friends had accepted that their Wives had given themselves over to the Natural Order, and their marriages had never been happier. He wanted ours to be the same.

"Tell him I'm willing and available," I replied, "and I can't wait to run his dreadlocks through my fingers."

Two days later Shamah laid me down on the bed Jason and I share. He kissed me, entered me, made love to me, and I got to play with a lot more than just his dreadlocks.

These days, Shamah is a regular visitor to our house and the kids know him as 'Uncle Sham'. Jason is happier now and has become a truly devoted, penis-cage wearing, pussy and cock licking, feminized, submissive cuckold.

And me? I have made sure that Shamah is always welcome in our house ......

... for more reasons than just his dreadlocks.

 Such is the joy of a cuckold

When i was a young man, my first girlfriend used to cheat on me with big Black Studs, and even then i knew my place. Like millions of cuckolds through thousands of years of history, ‘small’ men like me have acquiesced to the way of life and the accepted just what we are.

Acceptance soon turns enduring - enduring becomes normality - and then normality will quickly become enjoying. That is the way it is for most cuckolds. Seeing her go off into the night with another man. Knowing that another will invade her with his bigger member and then planting his seed within her. Such is the joy of a cuckold.

 Speaking in tongues

For many people in the world, the phrase 'speaking in tongues' means the person experiences an other-wordly experience that cannot be understood by others. But for my Wife, Annabelle, and her Boyfriend, Bertrand, they understand each message perfectly and they speak to each other for something else entirely.

As her hubby I know exactly what they are communicating. They are saying unspoken messages such as, 'take me upstairs for the night', or 'take me to heaven Master with your big dark cock', or 'use me like a whore', or even 'fill me with your potent seed while he watches'.

In all reality, these could mean many other intimate, but secret, invitations. But as an experienced cuckold, I have seen, and enjoyed witnessing all of them, so many times since Annabelle became Bertrand's Woman.