Tuesday, 22 December 2015

A Cuckold's Conversation

On those special nights that she leaves me to be with him I like to take off my 'standard' CB6000S restraint and put on my close fitting metal celibacy cage.  I then hand her the key to the lock which she takes with her on her date, leaving my penis (if you can call it that) securely confined.  Such are the treasured moments of a successful cuckold marriage.

"Put your cage on tonight Cucky, just like every night that I am with him."

Do you have a special cage for the nights when she is with her Lover?

A Cuckold's Conversation

Many years ago I asked my Wife if she would stop seeing one of her Lovers and the little scenario below reminds me of that conversation.  It served me right for forgetting my place because not long after that she announced that she was pregnant by him.  Since that day I have never been so presumptuous as I was that day and from then on everybody found out that I was a cuckold.  Happy Days!

"After the baby is born everybody will know I'm a cuckold."

Are you a cuckold? And if so, is it a secret that you keep between the three of you or does everybody know?

Wednesday, 16 December 2015

It Would Be An Honour To Be Cuckolded By Wives Such As These

There are some Wives that you see and you will immediately know that if you were married to them, it would be a privilege to prepare them for dates and welcome them home after they have been with their Lovers.

Knowing that such beauty is shared by better men than me (or you) would be a wonderful gift to the real men in this world.

My classy beautiful Wife is now a black man's Girlfriend, 

and I love her all the more because of it.

Beautiful in white, 

but for him she is no virgin.

"He likes my arse just as 

much as you do Dear."

My Wife's aloofness should not fool you.

When her Lover calls her she is all his without any limits.

Somehow I just know when 

Master is on his way.

I cannot recall just how many times 

my Wife's Boyfriend has enjoyed 

those pretty breasts pressed 

against his manly chest.

Dressed for a date with her Lover

while I stay at home.

Out on the town, meeting her date 

while cucky stays at home.

A little reading before Master walks in.

Such beauty deserves a handsome 

black Lover, not a little Wimp like me.

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

My Cuckold Shorts - 6

Please enjoy my cuckold observations and add comments as you wish.


Some things are just not for a Cuckold to enjoy 
and for a better man to take his pleasure from.  
Hubby will know that she is dressed to please 
the real man in her life and to excite him to 
even greater lengths of passion and lust.



"You’ve seen us.  So what!  
You can leave now and stop your silly whimpering!"



She knows the father is black and a cuckold should know that she would only allow a real man to do that to her.  She’s not ashamed and she will tell her wimp of a husband that she would do it again and again.



“Of course I’m happy Dear!  I’m getting ready for a night out with my Lover.  Now pass me that little dress and help me put it on after you have hooked up my bra.  You should be happy too dear now that I have a real man to make love to me.
Don’t forget to put the cat out later and you can lock up for tonight because I won’t be home until Sunday!”


She may be rich and she may be famous but just one look at her you can tell that she has had many lovers. 
And her Husband will know that she is another man’s Mistress.
It’s the way the world turns.

Monday, 14 December 2015

The Story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james

This is Chapter Two of my story of how a young man called james is cuckolded and how he reacts and then learns to cope.  Chapter One - My Awakening can be viewed if you click on this link and, for the sake of continuity, I suggest that you do.

The story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james:

Chapter Two – My Resolutions


'ebony studs paying attention to receptive wives'

As I stumbled along back to our spot on the beach my eyes met a young white man who was sat nearby on the sand with his heavily pregnant white wife as she played with her little coffee coloured two year old daughter.  It was clear that he had watched the scene unfold before him and his look was one of compassion, commiseration and sympathy.  I thought nothing of it at the time so immersed was I in shock and dismay.

As I sat traumatized on our towel waiting for Elaine to return to me I had little to do but look absent-mindedly around and although I hadn’t noticed before, there were some other young white couples on that beach who had been joined by a black man.  Although their husbands and boyfriends seemed to be less than enthusiastic the ebony studs were paying a lot of attention to their receptive wives.  ‘What kind of beach is this?’ I asked myself.  But even then I didn’t understand such was my dismay and lack of intuition at that moment.

Off to my left, one young blonde Wife with a well built handsome black man stood up and walked together hand in hand into the sea up to their necks and started kissing, leaving her husband sitting alone and dejected to take care of the two other towels and bags.  The poor man still did nothing as the black man walked out of the sea with the young Wife impaled on his big cock and laid her down at the water’s edge; caring nothing for hubby or anybody else he proceeded to fuck her rigorously right there not more than ten feet from the humiliated husband and in full view of the rest of people on that beach.   Who, it must be said, barely even noticed.

'not more than ten feet from the humiliated husband'

Further up the shore at some distance another white husband sat staring disconsolately out to sea as his Wife and a black stud exchanged numbers on their cells.  Throughout the whole beach there were similar scenes of humiliation and embarrassment as young black men hit on pretty young white women right there in front of their husbands and boyfriends.  Some of the girls were even disappearing behind sand dunes with their new Lovers only to emerge much later with tousled hair and very happy smiles.

I sat alone on that beach letting the sun dry up the little stain on my shorts fully expecting to see Elaine at any moment, but she didn’t come.  An hour passed and then another and it was pretty clear that their lust for each other had not been sated.  Master was obviously fucking her hard and long underneath that tower and me, the big brave man that I am, did nothing but sit and wait. 

In those hours I had time to consider my situation.  I knew that there was nothing that I could do about the current state of affairs (‘affair’ I suppose being the most appropriate word) and with complete clarity it dawned upon me that, compared to the man she was with, and the others I had seen on that beach, I am physically inferior.  The question was, and is still to this day, as Elaine’s husband do I deserve to have a pretty Wife such as her?  The answer was probably no because I had always known that I was never in her league, but I vowed there and then, on that momentous day for us both, that I would not lose her – no matter what. 

Who could blame her?  Not me!  Compared to me he was everything a woman wanted in her bed.  My weak scrawny body and three inches of supposed manhood was no match for his strong and heavily muscled black torso, legs, arms and cock.  I know that they say ‘size isn’t everything’ but his cock, that thick long organ that hung halfway down his thigh, must have been well over the ten inch mark.  Dismally I calculated that it must be over three times the size of my own little ‘cotton reel’ (as Elaine likes to call it).  The more I considered this, the more that I could easily understand why she would want to kneel before him and pay homage to such a beautiful and manly member, let alone feel it inside her.

In the warm sun, on that sand and on that beach I resolved that if my future was that of a diminished man, then I would have to play the cards I had been dealt with subtlety.  I would like to say at this stage that my thoughts were not logical or coherent after the shock of seeing her with him and with the new realisation of my wimpish nature; it was more a feeling and recognition of what I need to be from that moment on that brought me to my resolution.

Once again a feeling of calmness and strong resolve came over me; my Wife would soon know how I felt and that she would also realize that I am ready to go on a journey of discovery with my new life.  At that moment, although there was no straight factual reason for feeling that way, I sensed that the future was going to be positive for us both and that she would still want me if I unhesitatingly accepted my position in her life.  In spite of everything, she is a generally kind hearted, albeit mischievous girl who often tells me that she loves me, as I do to her; the problem being was how to let her know and understand my decision without her feeling that she had forced me into being an unwilling cuckold or to lose what little respect she has for me.  I needed to have a plan and it wasn’t long before I had one.  My ‘cotton reel’ may be small but my brain is not.

The sun was on the horizon when the trio to my left got up together and prepared to leave.  With a triumphant smile on her pretty face, the girl walked hand in hand up the beach with her Black Lover (I remember wondering if she called him ‘Master’?) leaving her cuckold to carry all the bags and towels.  I felt so sorry for him.  But why should I, perhaps he wanted no other way of life.  Maybe he was a very happily married man or a devoted boyfriend – who knows?  Either way he did as he was told immediately and without protest.

'leaving her cuckold to carry all the bags and towels'

I must have drifted off to sleep when I was suddenly enveloped in darkness.  Startled, I looked up to see Elaine and Jackson looking down at me; both smiling a secret ‘you don’t know what we’ve been up to’ grin.  Jackson looked the black Adonis that he was, as a ray of sunlight glanced off his gleaming bare torso into my eyes, whereas Elaine looked as beautiful and fulfilled, as every well fucked woman can look wearing nothing but her g-string and a very loose vest which embarrassingly showed some ‘side breast’ to all on the beach.

“Hi Baby.  This is Jackson.  He’s been very gallant and got me out of a tricky situation.”  Her smile gave nothing away but her breasts did however; the outline of each aroused nipple showed clearly through what I recognized as Jackson’s red vest.

“Where have you been?  I have been waiting here for hours.  Oh sorry! And Hi Jackson,” was my stuttered reply. 

“Hi,” was just his response.  ‘Short and to the point – unlike his cock.’

“The meet up went on longer than I had expected, and I had a bit of an accident on the way back.  The chain to my swimsuit top broke and I couldn’t fix it so I had to take refuge in that tower down there.”  Elaine looped her arm around Jackson’s and pulled her to him for a second in a gesture of friendly thanks that fooled no one.  “Fortunately Jackson here came to my rescue and tried to re-link it but couldn’t.  So he lent me his T shirt to save my dignity.” 

Even now I amaze myself that I smiled back at her as she told me this barefaced lie.  Why didn’t I just tell her that I knew that he’d been fucking her under that tower for the last two and a half hours?  Let me say that I didn’t have the answer to that question then and I still do not today – instinctively I knew that to have done so would have ruined the moment for all three of us and that the path for me to follow would be closed.

Letting go of Jackson’s arm she looked over to me and said, “Can you pass me my blouse Dear? I need to give Jackson his top back.  I can’t keep it forever.”  And with that she pulled the vest over her head allowing her lovely breasts to bounce free as she handed the shirt to Jackson.  For what seemed like ten minutes she stood all but naked except for the tiny pink thong and as I waited there holding her blouse for her, I realised that she was revelling in the naked display of her beautiful body for everybody on that beach. ‘Is this the same girl who won’t let me watch her pee?’  I thought to myself.

Was it my imagination, but did she point those beautiful orbs straight at him as she stood there?  Did she smile at him in that secret manner that people do when they share a rare and lovely secret?  Did he return her smile in such a way that told her that he shared that secret and it was very much to his liking?  To me they were smiles between lovers that said clearly, “Again – very soon!!!”

Jackson’s shrewd eyes looked me over as he accepted the vest from Elaine and I looked straight back into his.  As they met and held I could tell from the slight dilation of his pupils that he knew that I knew that he had just fucked my Wife.  With the slightest of nods and a trace of a smile he acknowledged that he understood what I was and that I was not going to do anything about it.

“We had better get going Elaine.  The suns almost gone and I need to get up for work in the morning.”  I kept my voice light and cheery as I spoke.

She finished putting her little blouse and tiny shorts on and stood up to look directly at me and I thought that I could see a light of suspicion behind those beautiful soft brown eyes.  Did she suspect that I knew?  Did she know that I know?  Did she know that He knew that I knew?  Oh fuck it!  I guess we all knew what we all knew – but kept the pretence going by not saying.

“Aren’t you going to thank Jackson for saving my dignity James?” She asked in a quiet but amused voice.

“I was about to come to that Dear.” I replied in the voice I use when I wish to be amusing.  “Thank you very much for seeing to my Wife Jackson.”  The sudden startled and then amused look in his eyes and Elaine’s stunned silence was well worth the innuendo.  This was the first fun I had had all day on that bloody beach, but now it was time for my plan.

My smile was genuine as I spoke, “As a real thank you, would you like to join us for dinner on Wednesday night?  It might just be steak on the Barbeque but you would be most welcome.”

“Hell!  I’d love to James, if I can call you James.  What time then?”

‘How do you know my name feller?’ I thought.  And that was the moment I knew that this day had been a set up.  ‘He’s fucked Elaine before you silly man!’  But I managed to retain my smile as the revelation dawned on me.

“Is seven thirty for eight acceptable?  Oh!  And yes to your question! Please call me James.”

“Sure thing James.  I’ll bring a good red.”

I gave him our address and he replied that he knew where it was, which somehow was no great surprise, but there was one more thing that I needed to know.

“Elaine and I have never been to this little beach before; do you happen to know its name?”

“Wittles Bay.  But the ‘Brothers’ know it as ‘Snowflake Beach’.”  He even said it without smiling and I realised then that this was a man who was not easily bettered intellectually.

“I see!” I replied, “What a bizarre name.  Until Wednesday then Jackson.”

Out of the corner of my eye I noted that Elaine had given Jackson a warm smile as she left and he had winked in return.

My plan was already in motion.

To follow:

Chapter 3 –Acceptance

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

A Cuckold's Conversation

It is such a deliciously humiliating emotion for a cuckold to watch his Wife make herself pretty and desirable for another man.  You know that you aren't man enough to stop her going but that's O.K., because you wouldn't want to anyway.

"If you were a real man you would stop me seeing him.  But you are not, are you Cucky!"

I love to watch my lovely Wife get ready for dates and, yes, I do like to photograph or record those precious cuckold moments occasionally.  Do you?

A Cuckold's Conversation

There is no finer thing for a cuckold to do than listen to his Wife and her Lover making passionate love and to keep count how many times her Lover floods her with his seed.  This is the mark of a good cuckold.

"I listened to you and him all night and I counted each time he came in you Honey.  

And I loved every minute of it."

I personally love to sit outside of our bedroom and listen to my Wife with her Lover - if you do please comment.

Monday, 7 December 2015

A Rhyme For Our Time

Every now and again I like to express our cuckoldry in rhyme, especially to some of Sandy Who's presentations that seem to depict interracial love in such a sensitive and artistic way.  I am a great fan and her Tumblr page can be found here if you wish to view.

What can a cuckold say or do when he comes home to find his pregnant Wife lying naked beside her Black Lover.  That is the moment when he realizes he is a cuckold, his masculinity has disappeared, his Wife is now another man's Woman and his whole life has now changed.

"The child is my Lover's and I am his Whore so its to him that that I now belong."


Every cuckold that ever lived has had to suffer the fact that his Wife now wants another man; and so many cuckolds have known that when she is with him that her Lover is enjoying her sweet young body and will be leaving a tiny version of himself inside her.  Such cuckolds deserve our compassion and our respect.

"He is my Master and I am his Mistress and I am his now to keep."

Thursday, 3 December 2015

My Cuckold Shorts - 5

Please enjoy my cuckold observations and add comments as you wish.

Hubby or black lover.  A Cuckold always knows the answer to that question.


When Hubby took this picture he thought she was just being friendly to their room neighbor on holiday.  

6 months on, the size of her belly tells him just how friendly they were.


A true cuckold accepts that his wife will always fulfill her willing duty to her Master. 

He also knows that those pretty upturned breasts of hers will eventually feed her lover’s child.


No matter how hard he tries, a Cuckold will always carry this picture in his mind; 

whether she is with her Lover or not.


A husband knows what that gentle kiss means that that his wife receives from her lover.  “Thank you for being my Mistress and carrying my child inside you,” is the message, and a true cuckold will accept his humiliation like the small man that he is.


Sometimes a Cuckold just knows what his wife and her Lover are capable of - often!

Monday, 30 November 2015

Cuckold's DressCode - 4

Evolving cuckold - 2


Cuckold has long accepted that he is less than a man should be and now understands that his future is one of servitude towards his Wife, who he now calls ‘Mistress’, and her lover who he now recognizes as the man who has mastery over him and whom he logically calls ‘Master’.  His willing subjugation by them has encouraged him to display his enslavement by restricting his manhood in a cage thus demonstrating to Master, Mistress and all others who know of his cuckoldry, his acceptance of his lowly status.

Cuckold is used to seeing Mistress and Master in the marital bed and experiences very little anxiety or distress as he witnesses their mating.  He is permitted to attend many such couplings now that his ‘little clit’ has been locked away in a cage and is regarded by the happy couple as a servant to wait hand and foot on them before, during and after their regular and repeated love making.


Servile to the extreme, cuckold often has to be reminded to give genuine opinions on Mistress’s clothes and jewellery and not just say ‘whatever you wear will always look good on you Mistress’.  Unlike a feminized cuck, this cuckold has no wish (yet) to dress in ladies clothes or underwear but at the same time prefers to be naked while in the house so all can see view his imprisoned manhood.

Getting Mistress ready for a date with a real man.

Cuckold is an enthusiastic helper in the bedroom.  Getting her ready for dates and helping her look beautiful for the ‘real man’ in her life gives him enormous pleasure.  He will advise her on what to, or what not to wear and assist in dressing her so she will look her best for her lover.  Feels much arousal when he attaches jewellery that he knows her Lover has bought for her, none more so than the sexy little ankle chain that she wears with his restraint key suspended from it.

Happy to turn bed down ready for Mistress and her Master’s return from dates and is continually amazed at how much seed her lover can ejaculate over the period of just a few hours and honest enough to admit that he could never emit such copious amounts as that.

While cuckold does not consider himself to be ‘gay’, he nevertheless enthusiastically services Master’s manhood with his mouth and gentle fingers in order to resurrect the beautiful (in his eyes) cock in readiness for the re-penetration of Mistress.  He now considers himself to be an expert at such ministration and, although he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he loves the feeling of the hard member in his hands, on his tongue and in his mouth.  One day he hopes that Master will allow him to pleasure his cock to completion so he can show him his absolute devotion and demonstrate the total capitulation of his manliness.

Dress sense:

Normal day to day wear is the little cage for his tiny ‘man clit’.  Unlike the clear plastic CB6000s that he used to wear as a ‘Newbie’, he finds that he can keep his restraint on for weeks as simple hygiene is just a matter of soap, water and a strong shower spray.  Consequently he does not need to keep the key and is content that Master has taken enough interest in him to be the keeper of the spare key; cuckold now fully comprehends that he is completely caged and is in the control of Master and Mistress – something that he finds to be both exhilarating  and humiliating.

More room for his little 'clittie' in this one.

For those ‘special nights’ when he is directly included in the love making between Mistress and Master, cuckold will be given the key and directed to remove his small cage and put on a larger one (see photograph) thus allowing more room for his ‘clittie’ to expand when servicing Mistress’s pussy and Master’s cock.  Cuckold also enjoys those nights when he is made to lay below Mistress and pleasure her clitoris while Master mounts her from behind; especially when Master removes his cock from Mistress and he enjoys not only a wet and slippery cock sliding over his face but also a gush of rich manly semen into his wide open mouth.

Submission to Mistress is such a joy for a cuckold.

Cuckold has taken to the black leather collar that Master bought for him and the chain that Mistress uses to keep him in submission.  This was given to him as gift on the night that Master informed him that Mistress was carrying their child.  In addition, when Master’s child started to show on Mistress her wedding ring was secured to his day to day cage as a reminder of his unmanning.


Cuckold is obsequious to a fault and does not speak unless spoken to.  He does not call Master or Mistress by their name either in the house or at social gatherings, when he is introduced as ‘The Cuckold’ or ‘My Girlfriend’s Husband’.

When called upon to prepare the bedroom in readiness for baby making, cuckold will ensure that the room is warm, sensitively lit and that there are pillows arranged to allow the perfect penetration of Mistress.  Accordingly he has also learned to place a pillow in the exact position for Mistress’s round arse to rest upon in order to enable Master’s enormous cock to fully embed itself deep into her warm and welcoming tunnel; he is so proud that his arrangements assisted or hastened her conception of Master’s child.

Master now allows cuckold free entrance to their bedroom and likes to have him on hand to clean out Mistress’s pussy of his ejaculate and his own member of any remaining juices, all of which are now done by his tongue; an action that he is now deemed to be fully expert.  In such moments cuckold feels a close bond with them both and is thankful that he decided upon this path of cuckoldry.

Pleasing Mistress and tasting Master

 He says:
“You can call me what you will – servant, submissive, wimp, subservient, slave or even masochist which is probably near to the truth, but I am not gay.  I wear my cage and my collar with the pride of a man who knows what he is and is not afraid to serve his Master and Mistress in whatever way they require and if that crosses sexual boundaries so be it.  And do you know what?  I am as happy now as I have ever been in my life”

“The very best time was when Master and Mistress were trying to make a child together; just to have been there in that bedroom was such an honour.  Even today I can still feel that emotional rush each time Master’s seed erupted into the lady who is ‘still’ my Wife; the very thought that I was probably at the conception of their child still fills me with such delightful humiliating emotions.”


Although he often witnesses their mating, cuckold is usually asked to be absent from the bedroom as Master and Mistress like to be alone so they can show each other their love and devotion without an audience.  Cuckold understands this and is grateful that Mistress makes an effort to spend time with him when Master is not present.  Mistress does not speak often about his cuckoldry because she understands that he is finally the diminished man that she always thought he would be; occasionally however she may suggest certain ways in which he may want to progress to a higher level of intimacy with Master especially now that her body and breasts swell with Master’s child.

As a routine, cuckold will kneel before Master and ask him how he can be of service and is often gratified when asked to resurrect Masters manhood in readiness for re-penetrating Mistress.  He calls the better man by his title of ‘Master’ which still causes him to shiver with the sensation of depravity that he so greatly enjoys.  Idolizes Master and has made it known that there is nothing that he wouldn’t do for him – he means it too.

In the morning:

Cuckold makes sure that he always wakes before them and prepares the breakfast that he knows they like – brings it to them when he hears that they are ready.  As Master and Mistress often shower together in the morning after one of their ‘nights’ he will quickly change the sheets on the bed and then stand with his head bowed in the shower room holding two warm towels for them both.  Mistress will often instruct cuckold to dry her with the towel, and cuckold waits in hope of the day that Master asks him to do the same.

Cuckold will assist Mistress to get ready for the day ahead and lets it be known that he will readily serve them both in this fashion.


This cuckold has reached the pinnacle of servitude towards his Wife, who he now calls ‘Mistress’, and his Wife’s permanent Lover, who he now calls ‘Master’, however it is with some irony that he realizes that in the other sense of the word his Wife is the ‘Mistress’ of Master.  Nonetheless of one thing he is certain, he is a cuckold and that is how he likes it.

Chastity has brought out the best in this cuckold.  He has learned that servility, subjugation and humiliation are to his liking and the more people who know it the better.  He enjoys being referred to as ‘Cuckold’, ‘Cucky’, ‘Wittol’, ‘Servant’, ‘Slave’, ‘Wimp’, ‘Wuss’, ‘My Girlfriend’s husband (or cuckold)’, ‘My husband the cuckold’ or any of the more insulting names that he enjoys being aimed at him.

Nobody has yet called this cuckold a ‘Sissy’ because that brings with it implications of feminization, secretly however he has once or twice tried on some of Mistress’s underwear that was destined for the trash.  Although he would not admit it to anyone else, it made him feel good to wear something that silky and delicate next to his skin. 

Something silky and delicate against Cucky's skin makes him feel good

Perhaps this is something to think about as long as Master and Mistress agree of course.