“Everybody’s looking. I know it’s a nude beach but I am a little embarrassed.”
“You’re joking right? There is no point in covering your tits when your pussy and arse are on view to the whole beach.”
“I know, but I just want all those Black Men over there to see what’s available.”
“Words fail me!”
“It’s not just words that fail you cuckold. That’s why I’m standing her with my arse on show for the boys.”
“Why have you returned. I thought that you had been bought by the big Black Man with the cigar and tuxedo?”
“He said that he wants both of us. He said it is his right as a Black Master to take the cuckold as well as the Wife.”
“That wasn’t the deal. You checked the contract. It was you, as his Mistress for thirty days. At the price quoted. Wasn’t it?”
“Er! Not quite. I included you because I didn’t want to get lonely.”
“Lonely? Lonely? You are going to spend the next month being f*cked rigid by a big Black Stud. So what will my duties be?”
“Same as mine I suppose.”
“Oh alright then!”
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 ...
"Am I? I didn't mean to."
"So what's on your mind?"
"Can I be honest?"
"You're my Wife. Of course you can. In fact you should."
"I should? Well okay then. But you might be shocked at what I have to say."
"Please go on. But am I going to like this?"
"I don't know! But Master and I have been talking and we think we should take the next step in our relationship."
"Your affair, you mean."
"Our love affair. Yes!"
"I wear the cuckold's cage on my little willy and I help you dress for dates with our Master so what else do you want from me?"
"I want you to hang my Microgynon pills from your little penis restraint."
"Why?"
"So you fully understand...
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| ... just what the next step in our affair is going to be." |
“Don’t torture yourself baby! You do this every time I leave to spend the night with him.”
“I can’t help it. I need to know that i have done right by you and your Lover.”
“Well Okay then! But just remember that all of this will be off when he takes me upstairs tonight.”
“I know. And the thought of my pretty Wife being taken in her Black Lover’s bed makes me tremble with emotion.”
“Don’t tremble too much cucky. I want a nice picture to remember this moment by.”
“i didn’t have much choice really did i. You made me wear it last night when you and Deaven were in bed.”
“Oh do stop it ‘sissy face’! Think of it as a badge of honour.”
“Some honour. I’m walking around here naked, with my manliness locked away and everybody laughing at me. They’re calling me ‘cucky’ for f*ck’s sake.”
“Okay! I’ll make a deal with you. If you walk around the pool once more I shall give you the key. How about that?”
“Well I suppose so. Just one thing though.”
“What’s that my little cuckold?”
“You can let go of my nuts now Dear!”