He bred my Wife 

I had a few clues as to my Wife Jennifer's preference for handsome Black Masters. She was often late home from work, sometimes she was not answering her phone, and she often mentioned another man's name - Raoul.

I think she was trying to tell me of her devotion to Raoul, but it wasn't until she told me that she was pregnant that I knew she had been letting him ejaculate into her fertile young body. And i knew that I was now a weak cuckold.

Although I knew that I was no longer Jennifer's main man, i was in a form of denial. She had told me that she was now growing Raoul's baby inside her but I hadn't embraced the reality of my cuckolding; that is until I came home early from work one afternoon.

Reality can really bite, can't it fellow cuckold's. As I stood in the bedroom door and looked on at my Wife being tenderly held by her Master, I finally understood that I was the lesser man in her life.

After that fateful day, when i had opened the bedroom door, i had made it a habit to come home early and find Jennifer and Raoul together. i don't know if my soulful unhappy face ever made Jennifer think twice about humiliating me with her love for her Black Master. But from that day until this ...

... Raoul has been, is still, and will always be my Wife's Black Master.