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I thought I was ready to see the vision in front of me as I stood with my little penis caged, wearing Róisín's pretty panties, and the memory of the softness and warmth of Master's long, thick, ebony member still on my lips. I knew what a husband should expect in terms of being a cuckold; the knowledge that another man would settle between his Wife's open, and welcoming, thighs to penetrate the hot tunnel of love he had thought to be his own source of pleasure.
Nothing, however, prepares a hubby for the ‘first time'. Not so much the ‘first time’ of being cuckolded whilst she is enjoying a private night in her Lover's bed, but the very moment he witnesses an alien phallus enter the Woman he loves. It's not just the contact of the better man's flesh with that of his own Wife's, but the joyful reception of his entrance written large over her happy face is the defining moment of his unmanning that remains in his memory for the rest of his life. So as Master Samuel's member slid slowly out of sight deep into Róisín, I was that ‘lesser man’, and I have never forgotten how I felt at that moment.
Her wide eyes told me that the large brown rod was fully inside her, probably with the same round helmet that I had kissed and licked just minutes before, pressed right up against her cervix. They were connected at their groin and, as her legs pulled up and crossed over his muscular ebony back, she pressed her naked body against his. Her small breasts were now flat against his manly chest, as were her lips on his – they were as one; alone together in their world of sensual happiness.
It was one of those moments that a cuckold finally realises that he is just the addition to their relationship. There are many such moments, of course – for example driving his Wife and her Lover home from their date while they ‘make out’ on the rear seat, or taking her to the hotel where her Lover stays. In such undertakings a husband is clearly the ‘addition', and I was no different as I crawled across the bedroom floor to be ready to help in any way I could. “I am a facilitator,” Paul had told me in the pub, and I was beginning to understand what he meant by that word.
Paul had described his own life as a cuckold to me, but I was mindful that he had made a point of saying that his Wife, Megan, was Mistress to many Black Masters, but had never been ‘owned'. “’Ownership’ requires total commitment from both Mistress and cuckold,” he had said, and had gone on to say that hubby would be expected to be totally submissive to both Master, and Mistress.
Róisín, had already told me that she wanted Samuel to enjoy total ‘ownership' of her, so I was in little doubt just what was required of me. Without hesitation, I shuffled over to the side of the bed and knelt with my head close to hers and Master's, and remained silent as I gazed at the pair kissing each other deeply and hungrily.
“Are you ready?” Master whispered to her.
“Yes! Always!” came the breathy reply as she gazed up into her eyes.
“Our cuckold’s here with us,” he said, glancing sideways at me.
She turned to me. “Good!” she said. And with that response, reached under her pillow and pulled out the leather lead to my collar.
“Let's start as we mean to go on,” she said, as she beckoned to me with her hand to come closer.
The click of the snap-hook onto the metal ring of my collar seemed to waken in me a sense of servitude. Submission, enslavement, and subjugation were the emotions that coursed through me. ‘Humiliation' was the word that came to mind as I felt Róisín tug slightly on the lead to bring my head closer to hers. Paul had said that the painful emotion associated with that word, as a cuckold, could eventually change to that of joy. I hadn't appreciated it fully at the time, but I was now at the very beginning of understanding.
“I want you close, cuckold,” she said, her eyes on mine and a sweet smile on her lips.
“Yes Mistress!”
She turned her face back to Master's. “Ready!” she said.
Slowly, he lifted his arse until just the head of his manhood was still in my Wife's vagina, only to slowly ease it back, hard and deep, back inside. The little moan of pleasure from the back of her throat told me that she was relishing the feeling of our Master's cock moving up and down her tunnel.
Clearly, because Róisín had only experienced my little pin for the last five years of our marriage, Master Samuel was taking their lovemaking slowly, tenderly, and gently. ‘He's breaking her in, like a pretty pony,’ I thought disrespectfully; nevertheless the realisation made me feel grateful that he was taking care to not harm or hurt the Woman I love. Such are the thought processes of the committed cuckold.
Imperceptibly, the rate of movement of our Master changed. It was obvious to me – the very close bystander – that he was very mindful of Róisín's well-being. He was a man who truly deserved the title of ‘Master’. His reading of my Wife's enjoyment and comfort was intuitive, and each moan and breath from her told him just where she was in her arousal, and their build up to orgasm.
Little tremors of orgasm became apparent as he increased his thrusting from gentle to that of a slow metronome. Each powerful movement inside her was now causing the bed springs to creak and the head-board to tap gently against the wall of the bedroom.
‘I wonder if Tom and Georgina can hear that,’ I thought. But my consideration for our next door neighbours was interrupted when Róisín spoke.
“I won't break, Master,” she said. “Fuck me as hard as you like.”
“You sure?” he growled.
“It's what I'm here for.”
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| “It's what I'm here for.” |
And that was the moment the Lover of my Wife showed just why her legs had opened wide for him and the reason her eyes reflected their love, tenderness, and desire for him. Like a steam train pulling away from the station, his thrusts – no longer imperceptible – increased in speed. It's long length clearly visible now on his ‘back stroke', then disappearing speedily, and deeply inside her.
Even though he was now powering his member faster and harder, I could tell from my closeness to her, that this muscular, strong Black Man still had Róisín's physical fragility in mind. He was not a mindless animal powering his way to a selfish pleasurable orgasm; his experience as a Master showed. His elbows sunk into the mattress to support his weight and his eyes remained fixed on her face for signs of distress or pain.
There were no such displays of discomfort from my pretty red haired Irish Wife. Her lovely face showed nothing but joy and excitement at the feel of his body on her own, and the plunging cock transporting her to her first full orgasm for the night.
With each thrust, Róisín had involuntarily pulled the lead to my collar tighter, thus causing me to move my head gradually closer to hers. Finally, the top of my head was resting against her right ear with my nose buried into the folds of the sheet. With my knees still on the floor and my chest and head flat on the bed, I was an addition to the action; a submissive supplement to their lovemaking, but an addition nevertheless.
In this servile and demeaning position I could see little except the white of the bed sheet, but because of the visual denial, my senses came alive. I could feel my Wife's drive to orgasm with each gasp and shiver as he powered his massive member deep into her. Likewise I finally understood just what the exercise of intelligently applied sexual power can be. It was an experience that I shall never forget It was yet another confirmation that the decision I had made, to be a cuckold, was the right one for Róisín and I, as a couple.
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| ... my Wife's drive to orgasm ... |
I was deep in my reverie as I lay supine across the bed when I heard the first groan from Master Samuel. His eruption was on its way, and Róisín knew it too. His thrusting became harder and faster, as she raised her pelvis to meet each slam of his groin into hers; each accompanied by the slap of his heavy balls on her arse.
“Come in me Master,” she said. “Fill me with your love.”
‘Pretty explicit!’ I thought. ‘She had never said that to me. It was always something like, “Have you finished?” or “Feeling better now?” or something equally banal.’ But I, in our years together, had never taken her in the way that Master did that night. Róisín had said she wanted to be ‘owned' by a Black Master, and now she was getting her wish fulfilled. And ‘filled' was the right word to use in that hot steamy night of love.
I felt his final thrusts through her body and the mattress. Without seeing, I knew he was driving himself to completion, and Róisín knew it too. Her lithe young body rose to meet his at every inward penetration; in that time-honoured greeting to the very, very welcome member that mating women have made to their Lovers.
He said nothing as he came hard and long in Róisín, but the room exploded with sound all the same. The powerful roar he bellowed as his seed streamed from his pulsing cock that was embedded deeply inside her vagina could be heard five miles away (it seemed). Likewise, the screams of orgasm that came from my ginger tigress were just two wavelengths below the window cracking frequency.
Thrust! Roar! Scream! – Thrust! Roar! Scream! And twice more for luck, his manhood erupted into my Wife. And twice more for luck, my nose pressed further into the mattress and my feet lifted off the floor as Róisín pulled even further on my lead.
Quiet at last. The noise – the intensity – the heat – the arousal – all now subdued. Master and Róisín were sated. Their drive towards mutual happiness and satisfaction now complete, they were as one. With his cock, now softening but still present in its rightful place, the couple lay together as one. As I pulled away surreptitiously, she let the lead slip through her fingers so I could resume my kneeling position by the bed.
For about ten minutes they lay together in a post coital languor. Enjoying the feel of each other's warm body, breathing in the aroma of love, and enjoying the aftermath of a mating done well and enthusiastically. And I waited, silent, patient, and wondering, ‘what's next?’
“I'm Soooo glad you agreed to be my Woman,” Master said as he eased himself up off my Wife.
“And I'm Sooooooooo glad you are my Master,” Rósin replied, mischievously imitating his own pronunciation.
As he lifted himself up and rolled to the side of the bed away from me, I could see his long black member slide smoothly out of Róisín's vagina and leave trail of semen on her pubis and left hip. Like a thick log of black sausage it seemed, even in its current state of post congress softness, to have a life of its own. Even I, in that moment of recognition, could appreciate its shiny beauty.
“Where’s our cuckold? Has he left?”
Before I could reply, ‘I'm here’, Róisín tugged on my lead and replied happily, “Mich ...... cuckold's been here all the time.”
“Is he ready?”
Róisín pulled me back up, all the way onto the bed, and with my ear close to her red luscious lips, “It's your moment cuckold. Are you ready?”
A husband, new to the life of submissive humiliation, would have misunderstood the implications of his Wife's question, but not me. There was no requirement for my pretty Wife to pull on the lead on my collar to guide me where I needed to be – I knew already. I was now certain that this was the moment of my own destiny. A cuckold's destiny.
Master's seed was already pooling at the entrance to Roisin’s vagina, and was close to oozing from her warm wet tunnel down the sensitive area between the entrance and her anal sphincter. Such waste I could not countenance, so my mouth and tongue were at the sloppy, jism-flooded, private parts of the Woman I love without any hesitation.
Salty, musty, creamy and, to a normal man, repulsive; but to a cuckold the taste is the same, but the reaction is totally opposite. Duty can be a pleasurable obligation when it means the voluntary degrading of one's manliness. So the more of his Wife's Lover's seed he can consume, the happier the cuckold can be. As each slurp of salty cream slid down my throat, the more contented I felt, and the more I attended to my cuckold's duty with enthusiasm.
My actions were not solely for my pleasure. My sweet young Wife's clitoris benefited from some attention from my heavily worked tongue, and the noises of appreciation told me that the pleasure was shared. I had been at my Wife's labia and vagina many times in our marriage; I knew where all of her ‘buttons' were, when to press them, and how to apply the right amount of application.
Within seconds of diverting my attention from the consumption of our Master's seed to her trigger of happiness, Róisín’s body started to shake. She transitioned so quickly from the sated, post coital, torpor into sexual arousal it took me quite by surprise. From my position at her crotch, I looked up to glance over at Master Samuel; their heads were turned towards each other with their lips together – they were kissing.
“How's our boy doing?” he asked.
“So far. So brilliant!,” Róisín replied, with a happy smile on her beautiful face.
“And now,” she continued, “it’s time for our cuckold to ......”
I was way ahead of her. Even before she could tug at my lead to pull me away from her little field of contentment, I lifted myself clear and lowered my head down onto Master's lower abdomen. I heard Róisín's surprised sharp intake of breath, but Samuel was a seasoned Master. He had experienced total cuckolds before, like Sherrie's husband Arnold, so the initial contact of my tongue on the large bulbous glans brought no reaction other than his hand on the back of my head to indicate that my intimacy was welcome.
With my right hand I lifted the soft and malleable organ up from where it was lying on his stomach and brought it up to my mouth. With my left I reached down between his legs to make contact with those heavy balls that had made that happy slapping sound against Róisín's arse cheeks in that final rush before ejaculation. Gently I fondled them, judging their size and weight in my mind as I pressed the thick member to my face and licked its length.
My Wife, Róisín, was now in no doubt as to my devotion to my new way of life. The very fact that I was content to go ‘man to man’ with our Master confirmed that, not only was I ready, but passionate too – in every meaning of the word.
Mindful that a man’s testes can be easily hurt or damaged, it was with some care that, while I continued to stroke his now thickening cock, I took each ball into my mouth to tenderly excite him by manoeuvring it with my tongue. By doing this, I hoped that the message was getting to both my Wife and her Lover, that I was their love facilitator. I was now deeply in this life now and I wanted them both to see it with their own eyes.
I need not have worried. There was no questioning of my methods or motives that night, on that bed, in the bedroom that my Wife and I share (or used to). With each lick and kiss of our Master's manhood, the flaccid tube grew thicker and harder as it filled with the blood I had induced from my sexual thrilling. From the soft and pliable flesh it had been just seconds earlier, it changed into a bone hard pole covered in soft dark skin. Master was ready for my Wife again.
Róisín could see the newly erected rod in my mouth and wanted yet more of it. With a touch from her on my shoulder, I rolled away. My work was done for the moment, and now it was my Wife's turn to be used by our Master. Opening her legs wide, she reached down for his now burgeoning organ to guide it to her vagina. Within a second it was inside her slick tunnel of love, buried deep inside her body, mashed up against her cervix.
Her welcoming smile at his penetration told me that my duties, for now, were at an end, so I rolled away from the loving pair and went back to my kneeling position by the bed. Quietly, like the good submissive I had become, I knelt and watched as a Master Lover took my Wife again. The noises she made as he thrust into her should have made me a jealous man; likewise, her declarations of affection for him should have had me worried about our life together. What's more, I was now an almost ‘fully fledged' cuckold, so all I could feel was gladness that the Woman I love, was receiving the affection and ardour she deserved.
The initial lovemaking was to set the pattern for the night (and the many other nights together thereafter). The cleaning of my Wife's labia of Master's semen, and the resurrection of his manhood by my hand, lips, and tongue was to become our standard (but never boring) night together.
He had her twice more that night, leaving me in no doubt as to his virility and stamina. Additionally, they were in no doubt as to my journey into the realms of feminised cuckoldry, so when we left for work the next morning, in the car that Samuel had ordered, we were three very contented people. Master had his Mistress, Mistress was now ‘Black Owned’, and I was now a sissy cuckold, owned by both Master and Mistress.
My day could not pass quickly enough, as I worked furiously through the spreadsheets submitted by idiots. Two long meetings with clients and a ham sandwich with coffee for lunch, saw the clock turn to almost five in the evening. All of this had been done whilst wearing a clean pair of Róisín's panties underneath my trousers.
I have to admit that I felt a degree of trepidation as I entered the big entrance hall to the fashion house, but I should not have worried, Róisín and Master Samuel were waiting for me.
It was clear, as I looked at them standing before me hand in hand (again) they had been very close emotionally, and probably physically, for much of the day; there was an aura about them that spoke of intimacy and affection. Any husband who was not a cuckold, such as I, would have been very worried at the sight of his Wife so deeply in love with a large Black Man like Samuel, but I was not. I understood the Natural Order and all of its wonderful obligations and beliefs – she was his Woman now and I was only her husband.
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| ... she was his Woman now ... |
“Come on cuckold,” Róisín said, as she took me by the arm. “Megan and Paul are downstairs waiting.”
As we descended the stairs, we could see the door to the apartment was open. Megan was already undressing ready for the night ahead and as we got closer Paul came into view. He was naked except for a pair of pink see-through panties and a metal grill on his penis and he was rubbing his hair dry with a bath towel, clearly just having freshened up after work. Megan brushed past him, smiling, with a shower cap on her head, and disappeared into what I assumed to be the shower or bathroom.
“Hey Michael!” Paul said happily. “I hear you're almost ready.”
“Almost?” I replied, as I thought about the wonderful night I had enjoyed with my Wife and our Master.
“So I hear, cuckold. But by tomorrow morning, you will be.”
‘Will be?’ I let it go. Paul was my friend and he was an experienced ‘pleasure facilitator' so who was I to argue.
“So get your kit off, have a shower, put your little cage on, and come back ready for the night ahead,” Paul said, pointing towards the door that Megan had entered earlier.
As I shrugged out of my shirt and stepped out of my trousers, panties and socks, I glanced sideways at Paul standing naked before Róisín and Master Samuel. It was a curious sight to see the cuckold talking as an equal to my Wife and her Lover, knowing as I did, that he had been intimate with them both – in different ways and at different times. Nevertheless, I needed to freshen up, so turning for the shower room, I waived goodbye to Róisín and Master Samuel.
“Hi Michael!”
I looked over at the shower cabinet, noting two things. It was big enough for two people, and the lovely Megan was standing naked inside it, enjoying the soft spray of warm water.
“Come and join me.”
And that was the start of my apartment training. I stepped into the shower and slid across the tiles towards the beautiful Woman who was now rubbing creamy bubbles onto her lovely full breasts. In all truth, I didn't know what the protocols for intimacy were for such situations, but my best guess was that I was there to provide sexual services as a submissive slave. And my guess was spot-on.
“Let's get you started cuckold. Kneel before me.”
“Like this Mistress?”
As the soap from her breasts and tiny jets of water hit my head, my first taste of Megan's pussy was like an electric shock to my senses. This was not my Wife's slender pink lips of her labia and dainty little clitoris, the flesh that I willingly pleasured was that of an older and bigger Lady.
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| ... my first taste of Megan's pussy ... |
Her field of pleasure was that of a Woman who is penetrated regularly and well by big, heavily-endowed, men. Her fleshy labia and pronounced clit was an even bigger field of pleasure than Róisín's, so I made sure to explore every inch. The reward for my devotion was a low groan from the beautiful Lady standing over me and a gentle stroking of the top of my head with her hand.
All good things come to an end. Eventually, Megan thanked me and left the showered cubicle to dry herself and put on some nice lingerie for the night ahead. I then had sufficient time to complete my own shower, retrieve my cage and a pair of Róisín's pull-up stockings from my briefcase and put them on ready for the next stage of my training.
Master and Róisín had left the apartment, presumably to dine at the Savoy and thence to his suite for the night, so there was just Paul, Megan, and I to talk before the first arrival.
“Remember Michael,” said Paul, “the men entering this apartment tonight are the very best Lovers a Lady can have, and they deserve respect from us cuckolds. So we only speak when appropriate, and our response is always, ‘Yes Master!’ Or if necessary, ‘Yes Master’, plus his name.”
This made sense if there were more than one Master in the apartment. “Do you mean, ‘Yes Master Samuel’, for example,” I said to them both as we sat together in our lingerie waiting in the bedroom.
“Exactly!” the husband and Wife team replied in unison, as the door to the apartment opened.
Jonah and Ruben entered the room in the sportswear they had been wearing in the gymnasium nearby. They were sweaty and grimy from their efforts to maintain fitness, so with a quick wave to the three of us they swept past to enter the shower room.
“After you Bro,” said Jonah, slapping his sweaty friend on the back.
Ten minutes later, Ruben walked naked back into the bedroom, smiling in expectation at Megan, and offering a ‘high five' to Paul, as his foot-long dark brown manhood swung from side to side to make a happy slapping sound against his muscular thighs.
Megan and Paul were on their knees before him in an instant. Paul's Wife had the pink head of his long member in her mouth as soon as her knees touched the floor, whilst Paul eased his way around her to run his own tongue down the length of the brown organ and then lick his heavy manly balls.
It was the ease with which they became so intimate with that strong Black Master that impressed me so much that night. Within a minute, Ruben was hard, erect, and ready for Megan's now open thighs as her husband applied the finishing touches to his shiny pole. In the meantime, Jonah had vacated the shower and was standing beside me watching the merry crew before us both.
‘Should I do something?’ I asked myself, as Jonah stood beside me with his own dark organ at rest, hanging like a rope of thick black cord from his groin.
It was Paul who settled my question. From his vantage point below Ruben's balls, he looked over at me, nodded towards Jonah, and raised his eyebrows. It was crystal clear what he was expecting from me; it was now my turn to show my willingness to be part of this wonderful service.
“May attend to you Master?” I asked the big handsome Black Man who was standing patiently waiting for his turn inside Megan.
“That'll be great, cuck! Thanks!”
I was mindful of that conversation Róisín and I had enjoyed, when she told me that it was Jonah who had walked my Wife around the apartment impaled on his big cock. It was before she and I had met, that was true, but as my mouth closed over the damp but warm glans of his member, I knew that the dark and heavy meat had already been inside my own Wife, let alone Megan, and his Mistress, Marcie.
It was Paul who cleaned Megan of Ruben's seed, and it was I who guided Jonah's hard member deep into her wet and slippery vagina. With my task completed I joined my fellow cuckold at Ruben's manhood to clean it, and then resurrect it back into action.
Jonah’s eruption was intense and long. Nevertheless, my face was buried back into Megan's groin before he had fully vacated his place between her legs. Delightfully, I received a wet and sticky slap on the side of my face from his heavy flaccid member as he backed away from the warm and comfortable place between her white thighs.
As I was about to discover, the seed of one man does not taste the same as another's. Each has its own characteristics and flavour, so within a month, I could close my eyes, lick the hot cream from a pussy, and know exactly who had ejaculated into the Lady. But that night I was still learning and, according to Paul and Megan, I was a natural born cuckold; an opinion, by the way, that Jonah and Ruben confirmed the next morning, which made me so proud.
The following night (Tuesday), we were told that the models were going to spend the week in Scotland, modelling all manner of woollen clothing, so there would be a rush in the apartment that night. Although, prior to my marriage to Róisín, she would have ‘made up the numbers', (joined in the orgy to be more accurate), the fashion house management always had an answer to their Ladies, Master's needs. A quick phone call was all that was needed to obtain another White Wife to join in the fun.
Angela, a regular visitor to the apartment, was a beautiful, full bodied, White Mistress Wife from the Black Master Organisation. Her normal ‘day job’ was to provide services to Black Masters as and when called for by the organisation; it was a privilege offered to only the prettiest of Wives that their husbands paid for with a monthly fee. Acceptance into the White Mistress Order was an honour and was granted to only the most enthusiastic Wife and cuckold after a strenuous physical assessment over a long weekend by two of the BMO's biggest and most virile Masters. There was much competition for places by the Wives and their husbands in London and the Home Counties.
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| ... only the most enthusiastic Wife |
When I think back to that night, as I shuffled on my knees from wet semen soaked pussy to soft spongy dark cock, I knew that I had been in my first orgy. If Megan had been an enthusiastic Lover for these big men, then Angela was, in my estimation, born to serve the superior men that powered their heavy hard rods into her for hour after hour.
She was insatiable, and was not satisfied until each Black Master in the apartment that evening had penetrated her at least twice. She opened her legs for the first man at eight o’clock, and by four in the morning she was taking the last Master's seed.
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... taking the last Master's seed. |
Megan, to her credit, kept apace with the glorious mating but Angela was a seasoned campaigner, so was still going long after Paul's Wife needed to sleep. Megan didn't mind being outdone by the professional Mistress, they had been good friends for years.
This was now my life. Work at my desk in the Villiers Street Company during the day, and kneeling beside Paul, with my penis in a cage wearing my own sissy panties at night. Pussies have been cleaned, semen has been slurped up and swallowed greedily, and dark members have been cleaned and resurrected. It was something I had never envisioned as a way of living for myself, and as I write these words, I am very aware that some men would react to my capitulation to cuckolding with derision. I don't mind that they would feel disgust at my unmanning, but I am as happy now as I have ever been. I am very comfortable in my own skin – usually unclothed.
Róisín and I are still married, and when she is not with Samuel, and my talents are not required in the apartment, we make time for each other and go back to our little house in Colindale (on the Northern Line for old time's sake) and be a couple again.
Samuel soon realised that the pretty Red Headed Wife he now bedded as his Mistress was a whole lot more that just an Irish tempest with a penchant for bad language. He found out what I had known since the first meeting in that little office all those years ago. Róisín is one clever little Lady. She knows the Commercial side to the business like the back of her hand and can be a ferocious negotiator, so my pretty Wife became his partner in other ways other than his bed. She sat beside him at meetings on both sides of the Atlantic and could see a bad or phony deal intuitively.
Needless to say, Róisín would never spend a night in the apartment as we had agreed, but I understood (and still understand) the reason why. She was now Master's permanent companion, both in London and New York, consequently they were now ‘a couple’. Their busy lives had given rise to the emotional intimacy a permanent pair would enjoy. Samuel once told me that Sherri, his Breeding Mistress in Upstate New York, took to Róisín like a long lost sister. Within minutes of meeting they were playing with their little boy and talking like old friends with a common interest – Samuel. They were indeed, a couple.
So that's the story of my journey into cuckoldry and the pleasures that the Natural Order can bring, once the decision to abandon the silly pride that so many failing husbands suffer from. I miss my Wife, but the tales she told me about the apartment while we were married, slowly but surely convinced me that she needed more that I could give her. This also means that she has never cheated on me for which she and I are eternally grateful.
I hope you have enjoyed the tale I have told but, if you will excuse me now, I have to take a shower, fix a tiny restraint onto my equally tiny penis, and then go forth to enjoy my destiny.
The end.
She knows that she has a lovely bottom and that is why she likes to wear tight fitting dresses, but it’s not for my benefit - it’s his. Those sleek lines underneath her dress are what drive me mad with frustration and desire for my beautiful young Wife.
So what am i to do? i am a cuckold with a Wife who has a pretty arse and a lovely face and who likes to be bedded by far bigger, better and darker men than me.
The answer to that question is ‘nothing’. There is nothing to do but accept my status of cuckolded husband and endure the humiliation it brings - and who knows, maybe one day i shall even enjoy my new way of life.
