Happy Wife Reflections

Mrs Zoe Zimmerman says: 

I know it's hard for my husband Jonathan to see me kissing my Master. While he understands my need for Black Masters wonderful large hard members inside me, he feels insecure when he watches me treat my Master tenderly. 

He is right to feel that way. I do feel an emotional attachment to my Master; it's difficult not to when he does all those things I need and love so well. Maybe if I tell Jonathan that I do have feelings for Master and he shouldn't feel so nervous or humiliated. 

Perhaps if I told him that I will never leave him he will understand that I do love our Master, and accept ....

.... the inevitable result of our tenderness.

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Mrs Yolanda Yates says:

When I joined the White Mistress Order, my husband, Tim, said that having a different Lover every night could have the effect of emotional and physical exhaustion. He needn't have worried, I always give whichever Black Master is having me that night my very best.

For example, last night when I was being had by one of my favourite Masters, I realised that I was natural White Mistress. I say this because it seemed so natural to me to lift and spread my legs wide to encourage my Lover of that night to pump his seed into me.

So you see Timothy, my little cuckold hubby, I love it - all of it. I love opening my thighs for Black Masters and begging them to flood my womb with their lovely baby making cream. And guess what! I will never be exhausted by it - physically or emotionally.

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Mrs Wendy Wilberforce says:

Deven is like a machine. He is a tender and attentive Lover, but when we are in bed and my legs are open for him he goes for so long thrusting his big rod in me that I just cling on for dear life.

It's not that I'm complaining. After eight years of marriage to 'one-shot, three-minutes' Gerald, a good 'seeing to' is something that is very much welcome.

Our relationship is a whole lot more than just animal lust and as a cuckolding threesome we are very happy in each other's company. And Deven and my hubby have developed a good relationship too. So much so ...

... that it borders on the very personal.

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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.

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Mrs Ursula Unwin says:

I tell my hubby, Jeffry, that Samuel and me have developed a great deal of affection for each other. He has always understood my need for our Master's physical mating, but prefers to think of it in terms of affection and love. To think otherwise, he would have to admit to being less than a man.

It's true that Samuel and I have developed a certain rapport between us, and I would not want to lose him as a Lover. But I haven't the heart to tell Jeffry that I like nothing more than when Master folds me up like a rag, pins me to the bed, and buries his big member deep inside me. Lying naked with my legs wide open, ready for his animal lust is just what I want and need.

To be a Black Master's whore has always been an aspiration for me and Samuel fulfils that dream at least four nights a week in my bed or his. It's a physical relationship, with some affection thrown in; but I don't want my weak little husband to know. Especially now he has elected to follow the path of the true cuckold ...

... and show the love and devotion a Happy Wife needs.

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Mrs Stephanie Symonds says:

It was my Sister Lauren who said to me that the first time I could feel a Black Master's cock enter me, then all sense of decorum and good manners would be forgotten in that wonderful and powerful moment. She told me this because, as we had grown up together it had been me who had been the prudish one, and her the extrovert.

Lauren had married Joshua and, with his encouragement, had become a Daughter of the White Mistress Order three days after their honeymoon. By the time I had walked down the aisle to marry Kevin, Lauren was a favourite bed partner to almost twenty different Black Masters who called for her services regularly. She was busy pleasuring such men for four nights every week, so knew a thing or two about Black Masters' mating equipment.

Kevin took some convincing to accept that I wanted to progress my devotion to the Natural Order and follow in my Sister's footsteps, but was less worried when I told him that I wanted to join the WMO. He said that it was a small price to pay for my happiness.

I remember the first time that I lay back and opened my legs for my first Master. Until that moment, all I had known was Kevin's little 'cotton reel' sized willy, but the very moment that the hard dark rod of my new Lover entered me I knew Lauren's words were so very, very, true.

The following morning, after my new Master had left, I told Kevin that I had a present for him. As I snapped the lock closed and took the key from his little cage, he said ...

... "Oh f*ck!"

"You must have learnt that word from me," I said.

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Mrs Raquel Robertson says:

I'm just wondering if my hubby has noticed how my breasts have grown and the swelling of my tummy. One would think that having been replaced every night in our marriage bed by Master Eduardo, James would look at me and see the changes in my body - but he hasn't said anything.

Maybe it's because his little penis cage is too tight, but he has not complained about it being painful. Or it could be the little ceremony the three of us enjoyed at the start of my affair with Master when he publicly declared that I was now a possession of Eduardo's that has shaken him. And surely my full packet of birth control pills hanging from his little cage when he stands beside the bed would give him a clue. It's clear that James is in denial.

I know what I'll do. When Master is thrusting his lovely big member in me tonight, I'll ask him to be careful - 'because of the baby'. Who knows, perhaps he'll finally understand just what a cuckold he is.

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Mrs Quora Quentin says: 

I know I shouldn't tease my husband but he tells me he enjoys it. He was always okay with my mischievous ways, so when I told him that I was dating a big strong Black Man he thought I was joking; that is until I brought Jackson home one night and took him up to our bedroom. He was my Master from that very night on and Paul was a cuckold. 

Paul recovered from the shock of his cuckolding very quickly and within two days he was wearing one of those little cages. on his little pink willy. A day later he asked if he could clean me out after Jackson had pumped his salty cream into my vagina, and after a week he was kissing and licking his big dark rod back to hardness - I was so proud of him. 

Jackson and I are very aware that Paul likes to be tormented, so when he is getting close to cumming my Master likes to get my hubby excited by asking me if I would like to have his baby. I always give him the answer that we know makes Paul shiver in humiliation. 

As I say, my hubby knows my teasing is only in mischief, but ...

... maybe one day, it won't be.

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Mrs Penny Partridge says:

I have been giving myself to Black Masters since I turned nineteen. I found that their stamina, strength, and size was such a difference from those of all the white boyfriends I had been out, and then to bed with. Nevertheless, there was one white boy I liked who, although he wasn't a very effective Lover, was very nice so when he begged me to marry him I said yes.

Geoffrey, my husband, always knew that I had a preference for the dark side, so when I suggested to him that I should take up an offer of a date with a Black Master, he said yes. Because of that, our honeymoon was a very happy time for both of us.

We have now been married for almost eight years and in that time Geoffrey has developed into a very happy and truly submissive cuckold. So much so that he likes nothing more than to stand beside my current Master (Jerome) and I as we make love, and to make a little film of us for his album of memories.

If Geoffrey can catch the moment just before Jerome ejaculates his seed into my body he considers that he has done his good cuckold's duty. And me? I'm just happy that I have pleased both of my men.

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Mrs Nancy Norman says:

It took me nine and a half years of marriage to Geoff to realise that there was more to loving than something, small, pink, soft, and once a week every Friday night. In the early days after our wedding, we did it every night, then it became twice a week, then once a week, then it became a routine romantic evening together, and finally a boring chore that we both did for the sake of appearances.     

Geoff was very sensitive to his responsibility for our dull sex life and he, at last, recognized that his tiny, floppy, shrimp was responsible for our tedious love-life. So much to his credit he said to me one night that he would do something about it.       

I thought he was talking about therapy, or a course of Viagra, but one night he brought his Boss, Jerome, to the house for dinner and made it very clear to me that he would not stand in my way if Jerome and I took our attraction for each other to another level.     

Geoff knew that I had been attracted to his Boss because I had never made a secret of it; even telling him one night that I imagined being in bed with Jerome to try and spice up our sex life. It didn't work - just like his willy.          

Well, it transpires that Jerome felt the same about me, so we did take it to another level that night. Then another level the next night, and within the following week I sat Geoff down and told him that I was now 'owned' by Jerome and that his long dark manhood was always welcome deep inside me. And his was not.       

Geoff understood immediately and recognized his inferiority without any argument or tearful scene. It was no surprise then, when my husband went out the following day and purchased ...

... all the things a good cuckold needs.

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Mrs Olivia Ormsby says: 

There is something primal, or even divine, about taking a Black Master deep into ones body. It is no longer just about sex, because one feels the power of the Natural Order coursing through one's soul as the man you have invited inside your body honours you with his seed.

My husband Eric understands my need to connect with the power of the Order. So, as a true cuckold, he has always supported me in my chosen life as a White Mistress.

Likewise, I have always given him my encouragement in whatever type of ...

... cuckold life he wishes to live.

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Mrs Melissa Morris says:

 

Paul, my hubby, knew exactly the type of family he was marrying into when he popped the question five years ago. I had been honest with him from our very first date and, as a 'small' man, he had accepted that he was joining a dynasty of 'Black Owned' Women.    

My Great Grandmother had dated and been bedded by big American Black soldiers in the war; likewise my Granny had been one of the original 'White Mistresses'. Accordingly, my Mother had joined that wonderful organisation for unsatisfied Wives called the 'White Mistress Order' as soon as she married my Father.    

You see, Black Loving has been in the family for the best part nearly eighty years and all of our hubbies have understood their position in our lives. So when I tell Paul that I am only following tradition by pulling my knees back for one of my Masters to give him deep penetration, he understands. He comes in his panties, but he does understand.

 

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Mrs Linda Lacey says:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Clive? He loves it ...

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

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Mrs Karen Kirkham says:

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

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

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

"Unless what?"

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

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

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

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

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

... rejoice in its consequences.

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Mrs Jacqueline Jameson says:

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

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

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

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

"How much do you like him?"

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

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

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

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

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

... for more reasons than just his dreadlocks.

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Mrs Imogen Ingram says:

For about three months, I cheated on my husbands, with Eduard, my Lover. I was kidding myself that we were just having a 'bit of a fling' so to speak and that if Eric didn't find out no one would be the wiser or upset by my infidelity. That is until Eduard and I spent a weekend away at a lovely hotel in the mountains.

The first night together shall remain seared in my memory forever. He romanced me at dinner, making me see another side to the man I had thought to be my Big Black Stud.

We talked. We danced closely together. We kissed tenderly. And then he took me upstairs to our room, stripped me naked, and then entered me with his long, thick, mahogany coloured rod.

This time was different. He was no longer the rampant young Bull he had been before, but now he was a gentle but her accomplished Lover. With every thrust of that long manhood, as I lay on those silken sheets, I became his Woman. His whore. His personal belonging.

"I want you to be my permanent Mistress," he said to me over breakfast the next morning.

"I would love to be Master," I replied. "But I will have to tell my husband." 

"Don't worry about that Imogen," he replied, "cuckold Eric already knows about us ...

... and has made all the appropriate adjustments."

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Mrs Hannah Harrison says:

It took long time for my husband Robert to become comfortable with the idea of me becoming the Pleasure Mistress to a Black Master. I know he was unhappy at the thought of another man penetrating me with a member three times the size of his own, but there was something else troubling him. 

"The very thought of a better and bigger man thrusting hard into you and then his ejaculation flooding your cervix and tunnel of love makes me feel so inadequate," he had replied, to my question about his cuckolding.

"Why don't you ask your best friend Jason, how he handles such negative thoughts," I suggested, knowing secretly from his Wife, Ingrid, that her hubby was a fully committed penis cage and panty wearing, pussy licking, semen slurping, cock licking, cuckold. 

Well! I have to report that Jason did a proper job of convincing Robert of the many advantages of the Natural Order and why a pretty Wife is deserves a well-hung Master. Additionally, he explained the natural entitlement of a handsome Black Man to take a weak husband's Wife as his bed partner. Robert understood all of the arguments but remained unconvinced until Jason informed him that Ingrid was now their Master's 'Breeding Mistress'. For a reason known only to himself, my husband found this revelation to be so convincing that he came home that night and gave me a number to ring. 

At the end of the line was a representative from the Black Master Organisation who arranged for a young man called Obiki to visit me at home. Robert, being the caring husband he is, stayed downstairs to listen to the 'thrusting' and 'flooding' as part of my initiation into the Natural Order, and even managed...

... to demonstrate some enthusiasm of his own.

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Mrs Georgia Godstone says:

It is one of the greatest pleasures in my life to look down between my legs and watch Xavier's big member slide into my vagina. First there is that delightful sense of anticipation as the big round head nestles happily in the folds of my labia, followed very quickly by that sudden jump of rapture as his hard cock overcomes my slippery resistance and pushes inside me.

That is a very emotional moment for me, because Xavier, myself, and my husband Eric know that my Master is claiming me as his own again. When you 'belong' to man like him there is no ambiguity; everything you are, everything you have to offer, your mind, your body, and your love is his by right.

Eric knows that I love Xavier, and says that he understands why I love to see my Master's manhood disappear into my body. "You feel the you and he are as one when you are joined together this way so, in your mind, his manliness becomes a part of you. And that is why you kiss him."

He can be very insightful can my cuckold Eric.