Is he special?

“You seem to be making a lot of effort for this new guy? And you’ve shaved your mound. Is he special?”

“I should say so. Did I tell you that he’s a Black Guy?”

“i pretty much guessed so. These Black Men expect their Girlfriends to be soft and shaven. It makes mating and baby making all the more pleasurable and efficient apparently.”

“Well so now you know.”

“Oh Christ alive! You’re going into production with him aren’t you.”

“That’s a good deduction cuckboy!”

i didn’t hear you come in last night. 

“Good morning Dear. i didn’t hear you come in last night. Are you feeling okay?”

“A little sore, but it was worth it. He was like a wild animal.”

“So those pretty things i bought for you did the trick?”

“Oh God yes! Thanks to you he couldn’t get enough of me.”

“Well if you’re a little sore, would my tongue be of any help?”

“I was hoping you would ask me that cucky. But I am still a little sticky down there.”

“No problem. I’ve tasted his black seed before.”

Cuckold Vignette

Helping his Wife look nice for her Lover is one of the many happy duties a good cuckold must learn to perform.

Who knows what the future holds 

"Oh dear! He just came in me. It wasn't meant to happen like this. The deal my hubby Jason made with Marcus was, if he paid off some of our debts, then he could enjoy a night with me. I was okay with the idea, because I had always been attracted to Marcus, and a 'one night stand' with a big handsome Black Master did have its attractions.

I think that Jason was pretty naive to stipulate in the agreement that it would be one night only with the proviso that he 'pulled out in time'. Well it turns out that Marcus is an experienced negotiator and when the final contract was agreed I was to spend a whole month living with Marcus and the question of 'pulling out in time' was listed as a provisional best intention. Which, of course, in contractual terms means jack-shit.

Needless to say, I have made the very best of the situation and have put out of my mind the fact that Marcus is cuckolding my husband with me every night now, and ...

... who knows what the future holds.

The Empty Chair - Part Seven

 The Empty Chair – Part Seven

Part Seven - I knew it was you

The red panties felt scratchy on my bottom as I squirmed inside them trying to get comfortable. The sound of contented humming coming from the kitchen as Brian prepared our tea calmed me after the ‘preparations' I had undergone just a few minutes before; nevertheless I knew these arrangements were not at an end.

“How do you take your tea Pete,” Brian asked as he placed a silver tray containing a tea pot, cups, milk, sugar bowl, etc. on a nearby small table.

“Milk with no sugar please Brian,” I replied, fully aware that this was a tactic to relax me before what was about to happen. Whatever it was to be, I was ready for it.

He poured; we sipped the hot liquid in silence until we had placed our empty cups back on the tray. In those few minutes I knew that my fellow cuckold was either evaluating my responses so far to his tutoring, or deciding upon his next move, or both. The look on his face told me that he had decided, subsequently he reached for his briefcase again.

‘I've already got a cage on my little willy,’ I thought, ‘So what the f*ck is next?’

“So you don't have any emotional reaction to your Wife's panties then Pete, so why don't we add a little more and find out,” he said.

“Nothing as yet Brian,” I replied; but said nothing further. But I had stopped squirming in my seat as I became a little more used to the feel of the lace panties on my skin, so he took my silence and calm demeanour as approval.

“Try these on,” he said, pulling out a pair of black stockings from his case, “they're hold-ups so no suspender belt required. Unless you would like ....”

“No!” I responded quickly. “Let's not over complicate this.”

He passed the flimsy hosiery to me which I draped over the arm of the chair with the wide elasticated top nearest to me. I had watched Christine put hold-up stockings on before so I followed her method. I folded the stocking up and in on itself so I could put my foot directly into the toe and then carefully eased it up my left leg until it had stretched sufficiently so I could release the elastic to comfortable fit on my thigh. I then did exactly the same with my right leg. I now had a pair of stockings on , as well as Christine’s panties, and I felt nothing – yet.

“Now stand up Pete,” Brian said, “and stand in front of that mirror over there.”

I walked over to a large full length mirror and peered at my reflection.

“My God cuckold!” Brian exclaimed as be stood behind me, “that's pure perfection. You were born to it.”

".. You were born to it.”

It was true. The image in the mirror was one of pure shameless licentiousness. The stockings and panties were not a matching set but they were pretty nonetheless; my almost hairless body seemed to be made for such femininity. On a Woman, my legs would have been complimented as shapely and my bottom filled out Christine's panties in a rounded girlish contour, in spite of the tiny bulge of my caged penis that had failed to stretch the fabric of the garment to any serious degree.

I spun around, first one way and then the other, to see myself from different angles. Seeing myself in this way had affected my sense of manliness and the more I gazed at my reflection, the more I liked the sensations that were surging unbidden through my emotions. I had expected my reaction to seeing myself in lingerie as one of either excess negativity or indifference, but suddenly my whole being was charged with an enjoyable sense of wickedness, harmless perversion, and deviance.

“Peter! That growing lump in your panties tells me that you have reacted positively to what you are seeing in the mirror.”

Brian was right. My little willy had started to swell, albeit within the confines of the restraint, but enough to fill out the front of my panties a little more.

“I can't believe it,” I replied. “If you had told me before you put me in front of this mirror, I would have called you a liar......... But now?”

“But now you join the ranks of the many. The many who stay quietly unobtrusive, and accept, endure, and then learn to enjoy the many aspects of their cuckolding.”

I looked back at Brian in semi comprehension to the ideals that he was expressing. “Are you saying that this is a good way to live?” I asked.

“It isn't for everybody Peter,” he said, glancing out of the window, “but I would bet my pension that it is for you. You are now free to be whatever you like. You no longer have to pretend to be a so-called ‘real man’. You're a cuckold and that's that. For the rest of your life mate!”

“Christ!” I exclaimed, “I hadn't thought of it like that.”

He smiled as he reached into his case to pull out yet another piece of ... what? It wasn't lingerie or another cage, but whatever it was, it was contained in another velvet sack.

“One more optional extra Peter,” he said as he pulled out a leather collar and dog lead. “Lean your head forward.”

He had judged my reaction would be to accept the symbol of submission without objection or hesitation – and he was right. I was in his hands and I trusted both him and his instincts concerning my sexuality. I was now a compliant cuckold and the best of it was yet to come that significant afternoon. The leather felt cold on my neck initially, but soon warmed from the heat from my body.

“How does that feel?”

“Odd! But okay so far,” I replied.

“Excellent!” he said, as he clicked the spring catch of the dog lead onto the metal loop on the front of the collar. “And I have been keeping an eye on Geoff and Christine. They have finished frolicking together in the pool and are heading towards that big double sized sun bed.”

Brian kept a watch through the window for about two minutes before turning to me and said, “ Just as I thought. Geoff's having your Wife right now, so I think we should go down and join them.”

I felt the familiar feeling of humiliation at his words but I was a realist. What else would the happy couple wish to do after swimming together, naked and in love.

“Won't we be disturbing them? They will not want us gawping at them as they make love, surely.”

“If they viewed us as men of consequence they would, but we are cuckolds, you and I, so we don't count. They are so engrossed in each other they won’t care,” he said, and then continued with the other reason for joining them. “Besides, you have some extra training to do.”

“Really? What?” I asked as he tugged gently on my collar to guide me through the door to the garden.

“You'll see. Now step lively and keep to the grass, I don't want those stockings damaged on the concrete path.

I had caught sight of Christine and Geoff together on the bed as we had left the house, but descending the grass lawn at the side of the pathway the two Lover’s had become out of view due to the hedge surrounding the pool area. Brian swung the access gate open and in we walked to be met with the sight of Geoff (my Boss) looking down into the face of my lovely Wife as he thrust his sizeable member deep into her vagina.

With her wide open legs, wrapped around his back, Chris gazed up into the eyes of her Lover with a warmth and tenderness that could only be interpreted as one thing. She was in love with Geoff and that large thick organ was very welcome inside her warm wet tunnel. Momentarily he stopped thrusting and, while still buried deep inside her, he kissed her gently to which, in response, she lifted her own lips to meet his to share the sensation of each other's tongue in each other’s mouth. Tenderness over, their lips parted, and the thrusting continued much to my Wife's appreciation.

Noises, I had never heard before, came from the Woman I love as the pure sexual pleasure of a well endowed man gave rise to squeaks, sighs, moans, and squeals emanating from her throat. She was lost to the world around her and was in a dimension of ecstasy and abandonment; all self control gone, her body and mind were now the property of the man who now claimed her. I should have been jealous and filled with a sense of loss, but perversely I was happy for her to have found something at last, that I couldn't provide in our marriage.

“Kneel on the mat beside the bed cuckold,” Brian said quietly into my ear, “and your obligations will become apparent soon.”

‘Obligations?’ I thought, as I knelt down with my head just inches away from my Wife's within body and bouncing breasts.

With what, for me, is an unimaginable period of time Geoff and Chris continued their delightful repetition of hard thrusting to the slap of his heavy testicles on her bottom followed by gentle kissing. The animal noises I had heard coming from their bedroom the night before now became a visual feast of erotic coupling before my very eyes; I was a part of the drama of their mating but until my ‘obligations' were required I was peripheral to their loving. A mere spectator in fact.

Brian had taken a nearby bed and, turned away from the action, was busy texting on his phone. Reporting perhaps that he had trained up yet another cuckold, or just passing the time until the inevitable moment between the copulating couple arrived. And arrive it did.

My first inclination of Geoff’s imminent release was a gradual concentration by Chris on her Lover's face. Her expression was one of anticipation and want. She had provided him with her body for pleasure and now she could feel his need to erupt his seed into her; her eyes told him that it would be welcome inside her.

His roar of ejaculation was accompanied by my Wife's quivering wail of orgasm as his thick hard rod jumped and pulsed inside her; flooding her cervix and vagina with streams of hot viscous semen. Again and again he moaned and grunted as his seed spurted from his manhood into Christine until, at last, he was spent and collapsed on top of his pretty and very, very satisfied Lover.

I was quiet as I knelt beside them, not wanting to interrupt their moment of post coital bliss. I was Christine's husband, but I had the good manners not to interfere with their time of togetherness and bonding, and because of that non interference, it was the first time that I realised I had fully accepted my demeaning position of humiliated cuckold. I was ready for my ‘obligation' – I needed to be!

Eventually, Geoff kissed Chris gently and rolled off, leaving her on her back with her legs wide open. It was then when I felt a hand on my shoulder and Brian's words in my ear.

“Get your face in there cuckold. And get cleaning.”

I spun around and looked at Brian. “Sorry?” I asked, confused.

“Your Wife’s pussy cuckold. What else did you think you were here for?”

“But it's .......” My dissent was unceremoniously met with a tug on the lead towards the end of the bed, and subsequently towards Christine's groin.

“Clean her cuckold, and learn to enjoy your new obligations,” Brian said as he pushed my face directly into the wet sticky mess that was my Wife's labia and partially open vagina from which slowly oozed a stream of Geoff's sticky, musty, essence.

I flicked my tongue out to taste the whitish fluid on her coral pink lips; it was salty, thick, and smelt slightly of bleach. It felt warm in my mouth as I scooped it up from her labia before turning my attention to yet another globule of semen peaking its little white head from the dark entrance to her tunnel of love. Initially, I had emotionally recoiled from the idea of consuming the fluid that had been shot out of Gregg's big balls, but the very idea of my subjugation drove me to accept what I was supposed to do. It was my cuckold’s obligation and I was now very enthusiastic about fulfilling them.

... I was now very enthusiastic ...

I licked, slurped, and swallowed the bountiful flow of salty cream in the knowledge that my Wife was content with my action. Her hand, pressing gently on the back of my head, and her occasional sigh of pleasure when I transferred my attention to her clitoris told me that she appreciated my action. So was her breathy, “Oh that's so nice Pete,” comment as I kissed her sticky labia in a gesture of affection.

“Doing well mate,” said Brian, “but you have other obligations.”

I did not need to answer, because I felt his hand on my wrist as he moved my own hand away from Christine’s thigh. I had guessed where my hand was going, so it was no surprise when it made contact with a soft warm tube of flesh as he placed it on Geoff's large, but now flaccid, cock.

“Stroke your Master cuckold!”

So I did just that as I continued to consume the now dwindling flow of semen from the soft vaginal opening. It felt soft, warm, and pliant in my hand as I folded my fingers around its shaft and started to manipulate the manly organ. I wondered if I was doing it right; did Geoff permit another man's hand on his cock or was it okay if a cuckold does so? Did he like what I was doing?

These questions were answered very quickly, as I heard a happy sigh come from his chest and the flesh in my hand start to swell, while at the same time the flow of salty cream stopped from Christine's pretty pink crotch. Accordingly, I lifted my head from the intimate enclosure between my Wife's legs to gain my bearings. Geoff was still in the same position where he had rolled off from her, except that now his manhood was thicker and was standing proud from his thighs under the care and support of my soft hand.

“Get him ready cuckold,” Brian said in my ear.

Again, I knew exactly what was required of a submissive cuckold who had given up on all pretensions of manliness. Obediently, I shuffled across from my position between Christine's thighs to position myself beside Geoff, and with my hand on his cock joined by the other, I lifted the semi-erect member up to my lips with both hands. It felt heavier and more solid.

“Obligation time, cuckold,” Brian said.

I glanced down at Christine's face looking for her reaction. If she had looked horrified, worried, or reproachful I would have leapt from the bed and walked back into the house. But she didn't – she smiled warmly at me. It was a smile of encouragement, so I smiled back at her just before I lowered my head.

I could have said anything to stop at any time and nobody would have said a thing about it, other than a sympathetic agreement. Nonetheless I knew that Christine's affair with Geoff would not stop if I backed away from my ‘obligations' and the big member that now touched my lips would be penetrating her routinely and very, very often; their love and desire for each other was crystal clear to all of us. But I didn't want to ‘back away.

But I didn't want to ‘back away.

I wanted the humiliation and unmanning that a practicing cuckold experiences. ‘A Practicing Cuckold, is that what I am,’ I thought. ‘And what is meant by that definition? Can I be the man I want to be, or do I have to wear a straightjacket of conformity? Are there conventions to be observed for men like me? Is the wearing of a penis restraint and lingerie a required formality for the lesser man? Can I handle the change to my life? Do I really want this?’

All of these questions rattled instantaneously through my brain as my wet tongue wrapped itself around the bulbous glans of Geoff's mighty hardening rod. The warmth of his hard skin and the musty smell of drying semen mixed with my Wife's vagina juices did not repulse me, on the contrary, it aroused my senses and emotions. Although my limited penis remained soft and unerected, I felt excited by the loss of my manliness and the setting in which it was taking place. I was being guided by an expert in these matters and I was serving two people who cared for me, of that I was certain.

I felt a warm hand push my own hands away as Christine wrapped one of her own around his shaft and the other guided my head down his shaft to his heavy testicles. The implication of this movement was obvious: she wanted me to go down on his balls and demonstrate my commitment even further.

She stroked as I my tongue searched out the soft skin of his seed sack and went to work licking and kissing the source of the white sticky fluid that I had consumed from my Wife's vagina just minutes earlier. They were much, much bigger than my own little pouch, but even so, I tried as best that I could to take each skin covered ball into my mouth and gently caress it with my tongue.

“Well done Peter,” Christine whispered in my ear, “you are doing so wonderfully well. I'm so proud of you, but don't do anything that you don't like.”

Finished with his testicles, I was, by then, licking up and down his proud hard cock before I answered her. And my response was no word of a lie as I stopped momentarily from my ‘obligations'.

“I do like!”

“Okay then,” she replied, as she released her hand from Geoff's rod to lay back on the sunbed and open her legs wide in the eternal womanly invite.

Geoff needed nothing more from me, so I scampered to one side as he sat up, thanked me, and positioned himself between Christine's legs. Leaning forward, he guided his tumescent rod towards her pink (wet but semen-free) labia, only to have it met by Chris's outstretched hands to welcome it and position the head, still wet and shiny from my mouth, at the entrance to her vagina. She smiled up at her Lover, he smiled down at her, I held my breath, and the beautiful couple were as one again. His big hard manhood was inside her again, and I had enabled its happy return. ‘Is this what is meant by a practicing cuckold?”

I learned my obligations that warm sunny afternoon as I realised my potential as a ‘Practicing Cuckold’. It has no great meaning of course, but that is how I now describe myself to whoever holds such a conversation with me. I am a cuckold and I am happy for everyone to know it, but let me tell you how such a happy circumstance arrived. How I ‘came out'.

A normal couple would have driven home in silence, in quiet contemplation of the highly emotionally charged weekend they had enjoyed, but not Christine and I. We chatted animatedly about what we had done and why; so by the time we arrived back at Guildford, we knew exactly what our future was going to be.

Chris dated Geoff regularly and stayed the night at his place three or four nights a week. Occasionally, when the timing and circumstances were right, he would stay overnight with us in our marriage bed. And so it was, in the months following the summer. On my part, whether in our house or in his, I was always ready to show my devotion to my Wife and our Master.

At work, Tina (Geoff's P.A.) still speculated about who our Boss's secret Girlfriend was. At our weekly get together in the pub at Friday lunchtime, she would offer theories as to who it could be. One day, the busy little gossip, offered an opinion that had my face burning with apprehension. Was my mucky little secret about to be exposed to all who sat in that ring around the table in the pub. I knew that one day everyone would be aware that my Wife was another man's Woman, but I wasn't ready just yet.

“I tell yer,” Tina exclaimed in her cockney accent, “I reckon Geoff's bit of stuff is married already.”

“Why?” someone, not me, asked.

“Because he has been keeping who she is a secret,” she said, taking a sip from her gin and tonic. “And I tell you something else.”

Everyone leaned forward, eager to hear about our very popular Boss’s new bed partner.”

Tina’s face adopted an expression of conspiracy as she said quietly to all there, “I think she is married to someone within the Company. Why would he keep it a secret?”

“Maybe he doesn't want a nosey cow like you knowing his business,” Mark from R&D chimed in.

And with one poisonous glare from Tina, Mark got up and left.

‘Another bloody empty chair,’ I thought. And was my skeleton about to be released from its cupboard?

It was one Sunday morning in early December, when the rain was rattling at the windows that Geoff raised the subject. “We need to talk don't we Pete,” he said.

‘Oh Christ!’ I thought in alarm. ‘He's put a bun in her oven!’

“What about Master?”

“This can't go on. Can it!” he said, looking across his breakfast at me; still in my basque and stockings from the night before.

... from the night before.

“When is it due?”

He looked startled at my question, and then smiled. Christine stifled a snigger with the back of her hand while standing behind her Lover, stroking his hair.

“No Pete. Well not yet anyway. But aren't you fed up with the speculation?”

“Fed up Master? No! I'm happy with the way things are,” I said, as I fiddled with one of the clips to my stocking tops. It was a true statement; I was content that my Wife was getting the loving that she clearly needs and my status of ‘practising cuckold' was very much to my liking. But Geoff wasn't finished, so I waited respectfully for him to continue with his line of thinking.

He clearly had something on his mind, Chris had become quiet, and I held my breath waiting for what was to come.

“I was thinking that this conjecture at work about my love-life has gone on long enough. And it is starting to effect efficiency,” he said grimly. “So it's about time they met Christine.”

I understood that he would want to introduce Christine to those who work for him and hold him in high regard; it was true that he treated all of us as friends and the feeling was reciprocated. But my feeling was one of concern. How would my work colleagues react to knowing that my Wife is now the Mistress of a superior man? My family and personal friends had been told and, I had to admit, had shown little surprise at this revelation, but how would the people in the Human Resources Department take this news; I was the Deputy Head after all.

“It means that you have to ‘come out', Peter,” Christine said.

“Come out?”

“As a Cuckold, Darling,” she replied. She hardly ever called me Darling, so I knew that this was something that meant more to her than usual.

“You want everyone to know that you are Master's Mistress. Is that it?”

Her short answer of, “Yes!”, told me that she wanted a permanent relationship with Geoff that was recognized by friends and family alike.

“And I want everyone to know that this arrangement is forever, Pete,” Geoff said - joining in the conversation. “And I have an idea.”

Two weeks later, as I helped Chris step into her dress, I had a feeling of impending drama as we made ourselves ready for the party being thrown by Geoff. Christine seemed to be slightly distracted as we prepared for the evening ahead. 

As usual, he had opened up his house in Godalming for the dual celebration to say goodbye to my immediate boss, George, on his retirement, combined with a pre-Christmas dinner for the Company management.

The conversation, just a fortnight earlier was still on my mind, but no arrangements had been made and, to be honest, I had avoided the subject of ‘coming out' with both Geoff and Chris. It was a bridge I was unwilling (or too cowardly) to cross.

The room in which my fellow cuckold Brian had initiated my training had been decked out in Christmas decorations (Christine and I had helped), there was a nice log fire burning in the grate, and a long wooden table with approximately twenty four places had been set. Chris and I were greeted at the door by Geoff in a formal manner that deliberately implied that we were just another employee and his Wife, so those who arrived behind us would not suspect that she was his Lover. It was a subterfuge that even had ‘nosy' Tina unaware of our happy love triangle – or so I thought.

Geoff arranged for his seat to be positioned halfway down the long side of the table with and empty place beside him. Chris and I were seated almost opposite him with the door to the hallway behind us. Tina, Geoff's PA, was sat next to me with her Lover, Deven, the other side of her. George and his Wife were given a pride of place at the head of the table, while at the far end the boring arse of a Financial Director held sway over an assortment of junior managers and non-executive directors.

Unsurprisingly, the food and wine were superb; so the atmosphere soon became relaxed as conversation turned into laughter and a convivial mood prevailed in the room. It was after the food had been cleared away and we were all talking together happily, when Geoff tapped the side of his glass to attract attention. The room fell silent in anticipation.

Geoff was well practiced in giving speeches and he held the room with an amusing historical review of George's time as Head of HR in the Company; how he made such a dull man sound so interesting was a revelation to us. It was a fine and thoughtful speech, and I liked him all the more for it.

“Now tell us what we really want to know,” muttered Tina beside me.

The room fell silent after the applause and banging of the table; but Geoff remained silent and standing.

“And now to a personal matter,” said Geoff, as the noise in the room changed from quiet to silent.

“I have been aware for some time that there have been rumours about my private life, and a new Lady in my life .......,” he said, pausing to look around the room, “and let me say the rumours have all been true. I do have a new Lady in my life, and she is with us here in my house tonight.”

His words were clever because they implied that the Lady in question was ‘in the house’ and not at the table. He was playing mischievously with everyone in the room but I knew exactly whom she was, and what was about to happen to me – but not the how.

My hands began to shake and my stomach muscles cramped at the thought of where his little speech was going. I was about to be ‘outed' as a cuckolded husband by my Wife and her Lover in front of my work colleagues. I was going to be humiliated in the worst possible way. They would laugh at me and call me names like ‘Cucky Pete’ or something similar. But Geoff hadn't finished.

“But this beautiful and gentle Lady has a hubby,” he said, as murmurs started around the room. “But,” he continued, “I want you to know that he is a very, very good friend of mine, and a nicer bloke I have yet to meet. And my Lady and I have his acquiescence.”

‘Acquiescence?’ I thought. Is that the right word for a cuckold when he steps to one side when his Wife is taken upstairs for the night by his Boss. When he accepts that she willingly invites another man's member inside her, then allows his smaller penis to be encaged, and finally - last but not least - he feminizes himself with his own Wife's lingerie.

‘Sissification’, isn't that the word I read on the internet: is that what I am? It was certainly true that wearing lingerie in private, and when I was ‘practicing' my cuckolding when Chris and Geoff were together in our marriage bed was more than just arousing for me. It was now defining what I am. At work, I was the same efficient, intelligent, and tough negotiator with the unions, whilst at home I was totally submissive to Master and Mistress. I was their feminized sex slave – they liked the arrangement and I loved it.

So the word ‘acquiescence’ implies reluctant agreement. But my reluctance had been minimal when Geoff had dated Christine and subsequently took her to his bed, so perhaps the words enthusiastic, or committed would be a more accurate description. I had learned to love the very idea of my Wife being another man's Woman, especially because they had included me in their love-making and had treated me as a part of the sweaty, sticky, and delightful action. The taste of his seed was now very familiar to me, as was the feel of his thick fleshy member in my mouth. In the intervening months after the wonderful day by the pool, I had honed my cuckold’s submissive skills to a very high level.

So far, only my family had become aware that my Wife was now the Mistress of a bigger and better man and had accepted that I was ‘on board’ with the whole situation. I had expected condemnation from them, and extreme denunciation of Christine, who my Mother had loved on sight when we had first started dating, but after some explanations from us both and a ‘face to face’ with Geoff they came to recognize the situation. But would my work colleagues be a different matter altogether.

I knew that within a small enclosed group of individuals, keeping such a secret for long would be impossible, and it was a minor miracle that my status as cuckold was still an unknown fact. But, as I sat there in that room, with Christine beside me, I knew that the secret was going to be short-lived.

“So without further ado, I shall go and get her. And I shall introduce you all to my new Lady,” Geoff said, as he slid back his chair and walked around the table towards the door behind us.

Clearly Chris and I had been placed in a position so as to enhance the mystery of his secret Lover. I could see the look on the faces of my colleagues as they watched Geoff head towards the door; they were fully expecting him to open it and reveal the stranger. But as he swivelled on his feet and leant over Chris, they knew who she was, and her face tilting back to meet his lips with her own, they knew exactly who his 'Lady' was.

But Geoff did not want anyone in any doubt as to his mastery over us both. As their lips searched hungrily for each other, his right hand slipped beneath her dress to gently caress her left breast. There was no mistake who his Mistress was, and just who was her cuckolded husband.

... and just who was her cuckolded husband.

I sat in my seat looking straight ahead as my Boss continued to enjoy the feel of my Wife's soft white breast in his hand, until eventually he held out his hand to help her out of her seat and join him at his own place at the head of the table.

“Oh! In case anybody was asking (they weren't), Pete is taking over from George as Head of the Human Resources Department,” Geoff said as he held Christine's chair for her to sit beside him.

The room was silent and attention was divided between Christine and myself; some were looking and assessing the new Lady in their Boss's life while the rest looked at me for my reaction. But before I could react it was Tina who spoke first. Looking sideways at me she said, “I knew it was you Pete.”

“I knew it was you Pete.”

I said nothing in reply. I just stared straight ahead in my humiliation and, to be honest, my relief at the secret being revealed, or so I thought.

“We all bloody knew,” said George. “Sorry mate!”

I smiled at this revelation but for me the game was over. I was now a fully outed cuckold so all I could do was lean down and retrieve my Wife's handbag and place it beside me on the empty chair.

The end

 

I want you to do that 

“Well it’s about time too.”

“What do you mean? He’s very particular about his lady friends.”

“Yes i’ve heard. He particularly likes other men’s Wives in his bed.”

“Then I am pretty well qualified. Aren’t I.”

“So you’re going to tell him ‘yes’ then!”

“No! I want you to do that my little cucky boy.”

“Okay. But i think i will be confirming what he already knows - judging by the look on your face.”

Cucky Telecon

“Hi Babe. Just checking in. The party’s going well and I’ve already met a nice guy who says he will make sure I get home okay.”

“Let me guess. He’s a big Black Guy and when he says he’s taking you home he means his bed, doesn’t he.”

“You know me so well My Love.”

“i should think so. We’ve been married for eight years.”

“Yes we have Dear. Happy anniversary by the way cucky.”

“You too My Sweet. See you tomorrow.”

A Rhyme for Our Time

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let nature take its course 

My Wife, Barbara, and i had decided to take a holiday by the sea in a nice hotel in Spain and we had been looking forward to relaxing and having some fun. It was the third night in the bar when we met up with some happy-go-lucky guys from London who were there on a break from work.

One of them, Thomas, struck up a conversation with Barbara and it soon became clear to me that there was a frisson of excitement and attraction between them. Later, as we lay in bed i asked her if she was going to cuckold me again and take her attraction for Thomas further. Her answer was noncommittal.

"We'll have to see," she replied; but i could see the mischief behind her eyes as she spoke.

The next morning Barbara took a long time to get ready for our day by the hotel pool but when she finally emerged from our room i knew that she was going to take things further. And it was the sneaky sideways look that told me the exact reason she had put on this contraption of a swimming costume. She was looking for Thomas, and he was looking at her.

Like a good cuckold hubby should, i made myself scarce and went to the beach to swim, leaving my Wife and Thomas to become even further acquainted. On return to the poolside i noticed that, although their towels and drinks were still by the sunbeds, they were no longer there.

'I know where they are,' i thought to myself, 'she will have her legs wide open, pointing up in the air while her latest Lover powers his big weapon deep into her vagina.'

i walked up to our room, opened the door, looked inside at the view before me and decided to say nothing. As i returned to the pool I couldn't help reflecting on my life as a cuckold to a pretty Wife like Barbara.

'Sometime a hubby like me just has to accept his status and ...

... let nature take its happy loving course.'

The supreme expression

 

"Why do you ask me that question? You know how i feel. I'm your cuckold."

"I like to see the way you look when I tell you what I have been doing."

"My Love! Wasn't it me who encouraged you to join the White Mistress Order? And it is I who pays the monthly fee for you to be called to go to their hotel for their pleasure, and it is me who drives you there and waits while they power their big Black cocks inside you all night. So why do you think I have 'a look on my face' when you tell me you have been whoring?"

"So you don't think that regularly offering my body for pleasure to numerous Black Masters is whoring?"

"No my Love! It is the supreme expression of the Natural Order, that's all."

Jereme has just bought me.

“Oh there you are Dear! Jereme has just bought me as his personal whore for six months. It was a fair price I think. Could you now go and pick up his cheque to finalize the deal.

He and I can then go off together and I shall see you in a few months time. And don’t spend all of his money on your train-set cucky because when I get back you are taking me on holiday to Jamaica.”

Cucky Texts

 

Txt: I'm sorry you couldn't attend our party James, so I thought you would like a picture of Jane and the two Black Masters she serviced last night.

Txt: I would have loved to be at the Cuckolds Coming Out Celebration, but I am stuck in New York due to heavy snow. I hope my friend, cuckold jonathan, showed sufficient submissiveness when he was accepted into the Society of Cuckolds.

Txt: He was brilliant. His Wife Rebecca was very quick to put the cage on his little penis and he wished her well when she went off with three Master's for the night to be impregnated. He was a credit to you and thank you for putting him forward for acceptance into the Society.

Txt: That is good news Master. And Jane? Did she please her Masters for the night?

Txt: I guess so James. Your Wife has been with them all night and it sounds to me that they are still f*cking her. So I think she is doing right by the Natural Order.

Txt: This is what every True Cuckold likes to hear.

Txt: That's good to know james. So I'll be out of contact for a while. I'm just going in to join them.

A Rhyme for Our Time

 

Being a Black Master's Mistress is a status to be proud of for every pretty Wife. She should not care who knows or sees them together, or that others know that hubby is a cuckold. This is the Natural Order after all!

Happy Wife Reflections

 

Mrs Victoria Venner says:

It's those final moments, at the end of an afternoon of loving with Master as he fills me with his seed that I love so much. Locked together as I feel the pleasure he has experienced with me is the very reason I am his Woman.

We kiss gently and enjoy that sense of achievement that only a White Wife and her Black Lover can experience. Being 'owned' is such a joy.Vernon, my husband, knows that I feel this way about my Master.

Accordingly, he has had to make many adjustments to his own way of life. None more so than the permanent changes to ...

... his own manliness.

The empty chair - Part Six

 

Part Six - you have your cuckold

Sitting naked in a corridor looking at the wall is not as dull as it sounds when your Wife is in the nearby bedroom lying equally naked with her Boyfriend. Is it the knowledge of their nearby lovemaking that humiliates a husband or is it the screams and groans as her Lover enters her with his 'larger than life' member? I guess the answer to that question will differ from cuckold to cuckold, but for me it was both.

Lovemaking couples all over the world make similar noises of pleasure, pain, desire and the ultimate ecstasy of their climax. But to hear the familiar voice of the Wife you love making those same noises is something else entirely. The voice of the woman who daily sits alongside you in the car when you go shopping who now begs her Lover to 'do it again', or the familiar words she uses when she tells you that she loves you, she now tells the man who has now positioned himself between her open legs. The same moan that she emits when she is annoyed with you now sounds so very familiar as he pushes his manhood into her; it's the same noise but for two very widely different reasons.

The knowledge that you have been put in this position to instil the fact that you are now a cuckold and can be told to do so and comply readily is a humiliation too. You have succumbed to your cuckolding, you have submitted to your unmanning, you are a submissive husband and will always be seen so by your Wife. And yet, I knew all of this and still I sat on that chair and listened to Christine giving her beautiful married body to someone who I knew to be a better man than I.

I had been told to remain quiet while I was there and mostly I had complied with Chris's instruction as Geoff had her once and then again and then again. His powers of stamina and strength were enormous and were only matched by her desire to accommodate his large engorged manhood deep into her vagina. The metronomic sound of the slap of his heavy testicles against her sweet little arse gave me a curious sense of well-being - my Wife was now receiving the kind of loving that I had failed to give her. She was now his Woman, I was only her husband and the seed now erupting into her body was that of a real man.

Such was my degrading and such was the new normality of the position I was in, and its implications to my future as a cuckold, that the small erection of my penis that I had sported when I had undressed for Christine slowly dissipated. For the rest of the night it sat between my legs like a shrunken pink floppy cotton reel. Even a little bit of 'self love' was denied me, no matter how hard I tried; I was impotent in every sense of the word.

Quite when Geoff and Chris stopped their lovemaking and I fell asleep I do not know but the first I knew was a hand shaking my shoulder and Chris's voice urging me to wake up. I was in a bed with fresh clean sheets and pillows for my head.

"How did I get here," I asked her.

"Geoff came out to check on you and when he found you asleep he lifted you up and brought you here," she replied.

I was suddenly uncomfortable. "Was he naked when he lifted me?" I asked.

"Of course," Chris replied, "he was taking care of our cuckold like a good Master should. He's very strong."

"I expect that you have been finding that out over the last two nights, haven't you?" I commented sardonically as I eased myself out of the small bed to stand naked before her.

"Oh yes Dear," she replied, "and he's so wonderfully big where it matters."

"Oh yes Dear," she replied, "and he's
so wonderfully big where it matters."

Chris showed me where the Master Bedroom bathroom was and after a brief refreshing shower she led me, still naked, down to the kitchen where Geoff had prepared a breakfast of sausages, bacon, eggs and large home-made hash browns. It was very odd that I felt little embarrassment at being the only one in the room without clothes on. 

Christine looked highly desirable in her see-through blouse and short skirt and Geoff was happy to show his muscles in a training vest and tight shorts that revealed the outline of his 'mating equipment'. I was now getting used to the idea of my unmanning and being subjected to my Wife and her Lover's whims and, of course, a hot breakfast is always a good start to a day.

Brian, Geoff's brother in law, arrived at ten o'clock, just after we had finished breakfast and were sitting waiting for him in the Conservatory. He was a small man, like myself, and had a diffident manner when addressing Geoff and Christine, but with me he was more business-like. After introductions he asked me to stand up so he could view me in my total nakedness, which seemed to please him.

"If I may say so Peter," he said; his voice now steady as he spoke to someone he saw as his equal, "from what Geoffrey has told me and what I see before me now, I would guess that you will make a spectacularly successful cuckold. You have already made a brilliant start and I don't think that I shall have to work too hard to put you on the right path."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome," he replied, "but before we start we need to put a cage on your little penis."

"I'm sorry! Did you just say that you want to put a cage on my 'willy'?" I exclaimed.

Brian looked concerned at my reply. "Yes of course! Geoffrey has given me the approximate size you need so I have brought two of my older larger ones with me. I guess that Christine gave him the current size of your 'little man'. And don't worry, I bought new padlocks for the and they have been hygienically cleaned - I haven't worn either of them recently."

I was intrigued. "Why?" I asked my new mentor.

Brian was nothing but honest and his answer had me just a little concerned. "Because the cage or restraint should always be a snug fit Peter," he said without embarrassment, "so after a few years of wearing such a device, the penis can shrink. My own is just the size of my thumb and as you can see, I don't have large hands."

His answer did not ease my concern and my answer confirmed my thoughts to him, "I don't want to wear one of those things," I said, "and what little I have down there, I want to keep thank you very much."

Brian smiled at my outburst and replied, "I thought you might say that Peter but you now have to realise that the life you had before has now gone. You are a cuckold now mate! And as such you are no longer entitled to have pride in your penis other than how pretty it looks when released from its plastic cage."

"Even so .....!" I stuttered, before Christine cut in.

"It's for your own benefit Pete," she said, "and Brian tells me that you won't feel properly unmanned unless you wear one of those things. I couldn't stand it if you were in any way conflicted about our new life together."

I saw the wetness in her eyes as she had spoken and realised that I had disappointed her, which was something that I had always hated doing to m ,y lovely Wife.

"Will it hurt?" I asked, knowing that they could sense my indecision.

"Not at all Pete," Brian replied, "and once it's on you will be surprised just how comforting it can be. Oh! And one more thing - it is always advisable for a cuckold's own Wife to do the initial fitting. To let him know who the boss is in their new relationship."

"And who keeps the key?" I asked.

"The usual practice is for the Wife to keep it safe with her," he replied, "but there is nothing stopping you from making your own arrangements.

"And the spare key?"

"In the Shower Room for hygiene purposes," Brian replied as he reached for the briefcase he had brought with him. The catches seemed to make a disproportionate noise in the quietness of the room as he opened the case and removed two red velvet sacks which he placed on the conservatory table.

"They are both exactly the same," he said as he emptied the sacks out onto the shiny wooden surface, "each one has a range of ring sizes, and we shall start with the widest one first."

"Will you show me how to do it please Brian?" said Chris, "And I think that we should do it quickly and then talk about it later."

"Good idea," said Brian in response to Christine's suggestion, "it doesn't do to prevaricate at such a moment."

I wasn't even asked if I wanted a penis tube; they just assumed that I had acquiesced. Almost immediately Geoff told me to stand with my hands behind my head and open my legs wide. I closed my eyes expecting, I didn't know what - something painful probably. Brian was talking quietly to Chris explaining what each part was and how it fitted so I stood mute and uncomplaining as I waited for my humiliation to begin.

But it wasn't painful. Chris was gentle as each different sized ring was tried to ensure a snug but comfortable fit under by balls and over the base of my little penis. Carefully she had plied some sweet smelling oil to my penis and testicles to ease the fitting  and then starting with the widest she gently pushed one testicle then the other through the ring then fed my floppy penis through so the locating pin was uppermost. 

The largest size was far too big and fell off almost immediately, the next size down was too big also but the intermediate was the 'Goldilocks' of the ring sizes - not too big and not too small. It felt comfortable and when Chris slid the whole cage over my little penis and snapped the lock shut I knew that my concerns had been for nothing.

... I knew that my concerns had been for nothing.

"Now," said Brian with some satisfaction, "you're beginning to look like a true cuckold."

I had expected discomfort and something dragging on my balls and penis, but that was not how it felt at all. After the plastic warmed through it became a part of me while giving me a feeling of protection at the same time. 

"It feels ........" I said as I looked down at my caged penis, searching for the right words, "comforting! Yes that's it! Comforting!"

"That's very encouraging Peter," Brian commented, "but there is more to it than having your 'pink prawn' locked up in its cage. And the fact that you are happy to stand naked and unmanned in front of your Wife and her Lover is a very good sign indeed. I'm beginning to think that you a natural born cuckold."

Although I still had my hands behind my head and my legs apart, I glanced across at Christine who was listening intently to what Brian was saying. Something he had said needed clarifying for her.

"Brian, are you saying that Peter is enjoying this?" she asked my fellow cuckold.

I remained silent because, in spite of the complete humiliating position I was in, Christine's instincts had been spot on. I was loving the attention despite the indignity; I was being demeaned but a secret part of me relished being degraded as a man. But my emotions were all in my brain and did not transfer themselves into arousal; my penis remained unresponsive, inert and small.

"For many such men as Pete and I, this is better than sex," he replied to my lovely Wife, whose face coloured at the thought of me preferring total submission to her.

"I wouldn't go that far," I said.

"Yes you would, and you already have Peter, it's just that you don't know it yet" Brian replied, "and now all you need is to hear about your options."

"What options?"

"I assume that you don't want to be just a grumpy resentful cheated husband?" he said. 

I shook my head, which he took as a signal to continue, "So let me tell you a little about myself. Would it shock you to know that I define myself as a 'Black Owned, Sex-Slave, Sissy Cuckold?"

"It would, if I knew what it all meant," I replied genuinely, causing the three of them to laugh at my ignorance.

"Okay then," he said - still smiling from my response, "do you know what 'Black Owned' means? I suspect that Geoffrey and Christine know a little about it."

"Well I do of course. You're married to my Sister Gwen," Geoff chirped up - happily enjoying the show."

"I think I do too," said Chris, "we have neighbours with Black Boyfriends and they have a definite look about them that says they are the property of someone other than their husband."

"I couldn't have put it better myself Christine and you can apply that definition to me with respect to Gwen and Lamont. They are my Mistress and Master, and I am their Sex Slave," replied Brian without any evidence of embarrassment or shame.

"What does that mean?" I asked - still not certain what a cuckold sex-slave was.

"It means that I am used by them both for any erotic pleasure they require Peter," Brian replied, "as part of my cuckold duties."

"In what way?"

"Amongst other things I am her 'clean up boy' and his 'Resurrector'," he said, as if in confirmation, but I was still confused and my expression must have showed it because he continued to explain just what 'cuckold duties' were.

"When I have been invited to attend Master's mating of my Wife," Brian said as he resumed his explanation, "it is my duty to ease and soothe Mistress's vagina and labia with my tongue and to clean up as much of Master's seed that I can."

This I understood because Christine had had me tasting my own ejaculate just a couple of nights previously, but the word 'Resurrector' confused me; and I said so.

"When my Master wants to have my Wife again after making love, he will expect his cuckold to resurrect his manhood with my hands, lips, tongue and mouth," he replied.

I was astounded by what he had told me and managed to ask, "you fellate him? Are you a gay man Brian?"

"Sexual orientation has nothing to do with being a cuckold Peter," he replied, "I serve my Master and Mistress in any and every way that they require without arousal. All true cuckolds should be submissive and asexual, and once they have achieved this state of mind you will be amazed at how wonderful life can be for Beta males like you and me."

"Beta males?" I asked.

"The passive subservient male who always shows deference to his Master - the Alpha male. You and I are such men Peter and you are now beginning to realise it."

"The Alpha male is Geoff in this situation I presume," I said, suddenly realising the truth of what Brian had said.

"Indeed he is. As is Lamont an Alpha male. And Peter, that is the last time you refer to your new Master by his first name. For your own sake you must now refer to him as Master while in his company. I do the same for Lamont."

I was beginning to realize what I was letting myself in for, but the truth was that I had embraced my cuckolding. I had always known that one day I would have to accept another man in our marriage and on the day of our wedding I know that some were wondering just what she saw in me - the small bookish man with a beautiful blond goddess. 'It's his devotion,' she would tell her best friend Nicola, which was true then and was still true as I stood naked and caged before her and her Lover.

"I understand," I said truthfully.

Momentarily Brian turned away from me and said to Geoff, "did you say that Christine and you were going for a swim Master?"

A look of complicity passed between the three of them as Geoff replied, "I did Brian. We shall get undressed here."

As my Wife and her Lover quickly shrugged off the few clothes they wore, Brian turned to me and said, "I think I have said enough so far Peter, it's now about time you experienced your first taste of true cuckolding."

"Taste?"

"That's what I said cuckold. Now get on your knees."

I looked at him and nodded in agreement but I had little idea what was to happen next. Nevertheless I lowered myself to a kneeling position like a subservient cuckold should.

"I want you to show us here today that you are now devoted to your new Master," Brian said, as Geoff walked forward to stand in front of me. 

His large manhood - massive in relation to my own - hung from his groin like a pink ten inches of cucumber with its purple head just inches from my chin. I knew exactly what I was about to be told and I couldn't take my eyes off the very organ that had been inside my Wife for much of the night before.

"Take it in your hand cuckold," said my fellow cuckold, "and kiss its beautiful head."

I looked up at Christine for any sign of emotion in her face; pity perhaps or even disgust, but there was none. She was expecting me to comply.

There were no lighting bolts in the sky or angry claps of thunder from the Gods when I wrapped my right hand around the soft warm flesh and lifted the large helmet shaped glans up to my lips. It was just a quiet room in the South of England where a simple person, me, was redefining his new non-sexuality.

"Kiss it Peter," Brian said quietly, as I hesitated, "and show us why he is your new Master."

Was it the emotion of shame that coursed through my body as my lips made contact with my Master's manhood or was it something else? Was it the realisation that I was no longer the man that I always thought I was? And was my submissive acceptance of the lessening of my manliness something that I had sought ever since my Boss had stopped me in the Office Toilets for a chat about dating Christine. It had been a relatively short time since that conversation, but a long road had been travelled by me to where we were now.

“Open up cuckold and take him in as far as you can,” said Brian.

I hesitated for just one moment. I had gone this far and there was no reason to stop now, so I did as I was told - like any good submissive should - so with a wide open mouth I leaned forward and felt the head of his manhood against the back of my throat.

This pleased Brian almost as much as it had pleased Geoff and Christine.

It seemed to me to be the most natural thing in the world to be subjugated in this way - to be a vessel of pleasure to the better man who now bedded my Wife. And it was pure nature when, unbidden, I wrapped my tongue around the head of his manhood and started to explore the warm solid flesh. But my sensuous exploration was short lived as he stepped back and removed his cock from my mouth and my hand that still gently stroked its impressive length.

“Good boy!” the three of them said in unison.

“I think you have your cuckold Master,” said Brian triumphantly after a pause in which all four of us took stock of what had just happened.

“It was never in doubt, but now Chris and I are off for a swim, ”Geoff replied as he took a hold of her hand to lead her out of the Conservatory and into the sunny garden. “we shall leave you and Peter to discuss cucky things further.”

The noise of the two Lovers laughing and splashing in the pool reached our ears before either of us moved.

“And now for the next bit Peter,” said Brian as I got up off my knees, “but this is purely a matter of choice for cuckolds like us.”

I remembered that there had been another word in his description of himself.

“And what is that?” I asked.

“Many of us like to wear our Wives’ underwear as a symbol of our unmanning,” he replied, looking carefully at me to see what my reaction would be.

“That’s the ‘Sissy’ thing is it?” I asked.

“It is!”

“I’ve never really thought about it Brian,” I replied truthfully, “and to be honest I don’t think that it would do very much for me anyway.”

“Well try it anyway replied, “Christine has left her panties for you on that chair. Why don’t you try them on for size.”

When her and Geoff had undressed to go swimming, she had placed her blouse, shorts and shoes on one chair and her knickers on another. It was obvious that this moment had been planned by all three of them and once again I experienced that familiar feeling that I was being manipulated; but it didn’t matter I knew what the game was and I was one of the major players.

I took the flimsy lace underwear from the chair, stepped into it and pulled it up over my new penis restraint and stood waiting for my own emotional response.

... and stood waiting for my own emotional response.

“I don’t know what to think,” I said to Brian, “but perhaps you can talk me through how you feel.”

“Of course Peter,” he replied, “but before that I shall make us some more tea. So why don’t you sit down and we can have a long talk.”

I had expected to feel a sensuous rush of emotion but to my disappointment, I had felt none. So, like the subservient cuckold I had become, I sat down to wait in the empty chair behind me.

To be continued