Our Cuckold Wedding

"Timothy! You can leave now," Raymond, our Master, said, as he took my new Wife in his arms. "Please don't exclude me from the consummation," was my weak reply. "It is Janice and my wedding day." Master thought for a moment. "I suppose that's only fair on this special occasion. But you have to sit in the corner of the bedroom and be silent at all times."

So that is what you do when you fall in love with, and marry a girl who was already 'Black Owned' before you even met. She had told me that she took her devotion to her Black Master seriously and that the principles of the Natural Order were the guiding light her life. She had been honest with me, and so I was honest with her when I told her that I only had a two inch penis that spurted too soon.

"I'm not worried about that," she replied, "we can get that sorted out in very quick time."

"we can get that sorted ..."

So, as you might have guessed, I am a cuckold. I was a cuckolded Boyfriend, cuckolded Fiancè, now a potentially cuckolded husband. A Beta white boy like me does not say no to the superior Black Master who regularly beds the Woman he loves, so without a further word from me, I found a chair in the corner and did as I had been told.

This moment had been planned for. I had been 'in chastity' for the three months prior to the wedding with only daily hygiene breaks of ten minutes supervised by Master's Brother, Desmond. And Janice had planned the ceremony to fit in with her ovulation cycle, so when I watched Master begin to kiss my new Wife, I could tell that her mind and body were very, very receptive.

"I'm yours Master," she whispered in his ear, but just loud enough for me to hear.

"I'm yours, Master," ...

And Janice was as good as her word. She was his every time that strong Black Master pushed his eleven inch manhood deep into her. She screamed his name each time he emptied his ball sack of the copious amounts of seed into her fertile young body.

... he emptied his ball sack ...

The consummation of my marriage to Janice was a frenzied mating between my sweet young Wife and her rampant and potent Master. Again and again his sperm, full of tiny wriggling cells, swept over her fertile eggs. And again and again I soothed and cleaned her sticky, hot, groin.

... I soothed and cleaned ...

And with each kiss, lick, and noisy slurp of Raymond's essence, I knew that soon my inferiority as a man ...

... would be for all to see.