Friday Nights

 

Friday nights around Barbara and Jeffry’s can be a little odd sometimes, but I guess it is no more than I deserve for being ‘small’ down below. My Wife, Heather (holding my lead) has often said that I am the perfect pet because I don’t whimper or cry when she ties me up and then goes off into the bedroom to party all night with her Big Black ‘Special Friend’.

Such is the life of a weak cuckold like me - I’m happy to say.

The Wonderful International Language of Cuckoldry

Dans un coin du bar, laisser inopinément un sein s'échapper.

...............

In a corner of the bar, unexpectedly let a breast escape.




And her hubby, sat quietly in the opposite corner of the bar knows that there was nothing unexpected about it. Especially with all those young Black Men taking an interest.

Cuckold Vignette

 

It can be a very happy dream for a cuckold to know that his Wife is being made love to by a real man. It can be an even happier dream for him to watch.

Homage afternoon

‘Homage Afternoon’ at the Mandingo Palms Resort always has a special meaning for all of us white cuckolds who have taken our Wives on holiday there. I suppose it beats Beach Volleyball with the Entertainments Team.

Family Tradition

Breakfasts are always a happy moment in my married life. After spending the night in bed with my pretty Wife, to see her lovely smiling face in the morning is such a joy. But that breakfast, one Tuesday, proved to be something else entirely.

"It's our time," she said, as she sipped her hot coffee.

"Time for what, Jacky?" was my response to my beautiful, blue eyed darling, as I spooned up another mouthful of cereal.

"We have been married for almost a month now, so it's time for the Natural Order, of course."

The spoon never made it to my mouth. My world had suddenly been turned upside down and the look on my face reflected my shock. Jacky looked at me and smiled.

"Oh come on Eric! You know we have been expecting this; we talked about it when we became engaged. It is a family tradition after all."

It was true, and I knew it was 'time' for Jacky to be owned by a real man. All the women in both of our families had been taken in sexual possession by a wide array of Black Masters in one way or another. My Sister Rebecca was owned and pregnant by a law student from French Guiana, much to my Brother In Law's pride.

... my Brother In Law's pride.

My own brother's Wife, Jane, was a regular (and very busy) Pleasure Wife in the White Mistress Order, and Jacky's own Sister, Tracy, had been willingly sold at auction to an African tribal leader on a twelve month sexual slave impregnation contract.

As a family we knew exactly what was meant by Black Ownership. And every male in the family knew what it was to be a cuckold - except me. So it was now 'our time', or to be more accurate, it was to be my Wife's time, and I had a question to ask.

"I assume that you have someone in mind to be your Master."

She nodded with a mischievous, but happy smile on her face,

"So who is he, and what's his name?"

"Anton!"

I felt a cold rush of humiliation as I asked, in a shaking voice, "and is he ... who .......... I think he is?" "

Anton! Your Boss! Yes!"

"My own Boss is going to be your new Master?"

"Yes! Why not? We both know he likes me."

It was true. Anton had said many times that he was attracted to Jacky and had made little effort to disguise his wish to make my pretty Wife his Mistress. But he was a huge Black Man of almost six foot four inches with, it was rumoured, a cock in direct proportions to his size. He was hung like a horse, and I had always worried that Jacky would be harmed by taking a member that big, so I had always prevaricated when he had asked me if he could date her.

"Are you sure you can take his size Dear?" I asked - dreading the answer.

"Certain of it!"

"How certain?"

"Very!"

And that was the moment I understood that I was a cuckold already. My Boss had bedded my Wife. His legendary manhood had already been inside her and she had taken it, enjoyed it, and encouraged him have his way with her. "

So when is your Master going to have you next?" I asked - letting her know that I knew.

Jacky looked at her watch.

"He'll be here at six o'clock tonight," she replied.

"And you are going on a date tonight presumably."

She looked at me, and I could see the determination in her eyes, as she replied, "No! I am taking him upstairs for the night, and you are going to attend."

During the day, I had made my preparations with Jacky's help. We went together to the local sex shop and purchased a collar and chain, along with a small metal cage for my penis. After a shower and a small ceremony between us for the fitting of both of items that would define my cuckolding we were ready for a night with our new Master.

Anton arrived exactly on time and said little other than, "hello cuck' to me. Jacky, of course, was treated to a prolonged but nevertheless tender kiss. Breaking from their sensual and loving moment, he held out his hand to take Jacky's and make his way to the stairs and up to our bedroom; clearly he knew the way already.

My Wife looked back one more time as she turned to go upstairs with her Master. "Come and watch a real man," she said quietly to me, before following him upstairs.

"Come and watch a real man," 

I watched him take my Wife from my position at the corner of the bed. I had been unprepared for his power and stamina, but Jacky was most certainly not; each thrust of his hips was met by her own powerful movement from her Womanly parts. She met his desire with her own, his lust with her hunger, and his seed with a welcoming moan of orgasmic pleasure.

She met his desire with her own

And I? Standing and watching like the defunct husband that I am, knew that this was a permanent arrangement now. But there was more for me to contribute as a newly cuckolded man, and my contribution would prove to be ....

.... an honour that every cuckold enjoys.

In the days, weeks, and months that followed that fateful breakfast, I have journeyed deeply into the hedonistic world of cuckolding. My penis cage is now a permanent fixture on my little sexual organ, and within the first week, my Wife told me that she was going to stop taking her Microgynon birth control pills.

And Jacky? She is now firmly Anton's Mistress and enjoys the deep penetration of his enormous cock on average twice a day. And with nature taking its happy course, she is so proud to ....

.... have followed the family tradition.

We’re ready aren’t we Sis?

“We’re ready, aren’t we Sis?”

“Are our hubbies in the room? They said they would be.”

“Keith and Jim have their penis cages on and have been bound and gagged so they can’t interrupt the auction. Just as arranged.”

“I hope the man who buys us as a job-lot is well hung, rich and Black.”

“They don’t get invited unless they are all three.”

“Then let’s take our chances that our new Master will be handsome too.”

“And that our husbands at last understand just why they are being cuckolded.”

How creepy you are cucky boy

“Don’t worry about me Dear. i’ve got my own hobbies to occupy my time.”

“And those are?”

“I thought i would install my new camera system in the cellar.”

“To watch me and my Black Lover no doubt.”

“How could you think that of me my Sweet?”

“Well that lens over there in the corner of our bedroom for starters, that one above the bed and the tiny microphone you’ve put in the bedside phone. That’s why I think that of you!”

“How wise you are my Angel.”

“And how creepy are you cucky boy!”