Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Daily Cuckold - “You’re not jealous are you?"




"How do YOU know he’s well-hung?”

“You’re not jealous are you? We did discuss this.”

“I know Babe. The agreeing to it and the actual thing happening are two different things.”

“But he’s my Boss. I can hardly say no now. He asked me out on a date and I had to say yes.”

“The fact that he’s a big, well-hung rich Black Man had nothing to do with it of course.”

“Maybe a little. Hey! How do you know he’s well-hung?”

“You told me last night. Hey! How do YOU know he’s well-hung?”

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

Daily Cuckold - Moment of Conception




Such is the life of a total cuckold.

People say that the moment of conception can be a very emotional thing for a woman. None more so than when I sit on the sofa next to my Wife and her Master as he erupts his seed into her.

But I know that my emotions now will be as nothing compared to when the results of their mating appear. Such is the life of a total cuckold. Happily!!!

Monday, 28 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - “I’m a cuckold My Darling, not an idiot."



"I’m your husband. Who the hell did you think I was?”


“Aren’t you getting a little mixed up Dear. I’m your husband. Who the hell did you think I was?”

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. It was just a slip of the tongue. I didn’t mean it. I was just thinking aloud. I would never cheat on you. You know that don’t you? Please say you do. I swear that I have not been seeing someone else.”

“He’s that big Black Man from work. The one with a Wife and seven kids. He’s called Denzil I believe.”

“You know about us. How?”

“I’m a cuckold My Darling, not an idiot. I can smell him on you whenever you get home from work.”

“So how do you feel about that?”

“You smelling of another man’s seed? I kinda suits you.”

Sunday, 27 November 2016

A Cuckold's Conversation

A good cuckold will always feel good about his Wife making herself even more attractive for another man. Even more so when you know that the man she wants has a reputation and wiil bed her expertly without any remorse.


Saturday, 26 November 2016

My Cuckold Shorts

Please enjoy my observations on the way it is for a cuckold.



“It is a wonderful feeling for me now that we are married
to know that your black Master is waiting upstairs
for you to consummate our marriage.

Go to him my Darling. Please him in all the ways that you
always have. Let him plant his seed in your body and
remember that I will always be your willing, submissive
Cuckold of a Husband.”


It’s that tender warm smile she gives her Lover before she
gives him the pleasure he enjoys so much that tells her
husband that his wife is now the Mistress of a far
better man than he. It will be her Lover that she thinks of
all day, and it will be his body she craves at night; and
hubby will know that his future is that of a Cuckold.



When his wife tells him that she will send him a ‘Selfie’
when she’s out on a date, a True Cuckold knows
exactly what he is going to see on his phone.


Its the look of love, pleasure and lust as her
Boyfriend buries his manhood deep inside her
that tells her Husband that he cannot compare
to him in any way. It is the confirmation of
his Cuckoldry that he must now accept and
eventually enjoy.


Watching as she shows her devotion to her Master is
what lights up a True Cuckold’s Wedding Day.


Her lovely body exposed for other men to see and
enjoy, a slave’s collar around her neck so she can be
used for their pleasure. Now that is a True Cuckold’s
wet dream!

Friday, 25 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - “What do you mean its not big enough?"



Only now do you begin to understand.


“What do you mean its not big enough? None of my previous Girlfriends ever complained.”

“Your previous Girlfriends had obviously never been with a Black Man. If they had, they would know.”

“But you knew what I had down there before we were married. Oh! I see.”

“Only now do you begin to understand my young cuckold.”

Thursday, 24 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - I’m giving you my permission.



 "He’s always wanted to bed you."


“ No! I mean it. Why don’t you? I’m giving you my permission, and I think its about time that I released you from your vows. Its only right, because we both know I am not big enough to please you.”

“He asked me out on a date that’s all. It need not go that far.”

“Jerome is a big Black Man who expects his Girlfriend to put out, so it will need to go that far. He’s always wanted to bed you; at least that is what he told me yesterday.”

“In that case, what is a girl to do. I need to go and change for tonight.”

“I’ll give you a hand. Just like a good cuckold should.”

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - Did sissy boy help you?


 I just like to get naked with you


“Hey Baby. You clearly didn’t take long to get ready for our night together. Did sissy boy help you? Did he tell you that I had told him you were now my Woman? He seemed happy when I gave him the news.”

“He was very helpful thank you. Yes he did tell me, so he spent most of yesterday devising the best ways for me to ‘excite you to great heights of passion’. 
His pompous words not mine. 
Me? I just like to get naked with you as soon as possible.”

“Then let’s get to it and grant your husband his wishes.”


“Seems like a very good idea Master.”

Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - “He’s in the room next door."



"That's a two way mirror Master."


“Does your fella know that you and me are getting it on more and more these days?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does he know that you and me are fucking regularly?”

“Oh that! Yes of course he does. He loves the idea of me being a Black Man’s Whore. We don’t keep any secrets from each other. That’s why he can see us now.”

“Eh? How so?”

“He’s in the room next door, and that is a two way mirror.”

“Then let’s give him a show that will blow the end of his little dicky.”

Monday, 21 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - “Haven’t you forgotten something My Darling?”


“Clothes would be a good start my Love."

“Haven’t you forgotten something My Darling?”

“No. I don’t think so. I’ve got the champagne. What else would I need?”

“Clothes would be a good start my Love. And some glasses for the Black Masters party maybe.”

“Judith is bringing those when her hubby drops her off.”

“Ah! That’s a wonderful cuckold vision. My Wife and her best friend partying with Black Studs, drinking champagne in their underwear.”

“Well just keep that vision in your head cucky. Because that will be just the start of a very, very long night ahead.”

“The very thought is quite delicious my Sweet.”

Sunday, 20 November 2016

A Cuckold's Life

Did your Wife change one day from a faithful girl to someone who insults and taunts you with her Lover's size? Did she instinctively understand how you would love this demeaning of your manliness?




Did she, fellow cuckolds?

Saturday, 19 November 2016

Cuckold Counsellor - The Letter


The Letter





For those of my readers who have been with me over a year, you may recall that I wrote an article about my holiday in Corfu (Greece) in which my Wife Jen met up with an old Black Lover (Nat) and the pleasant afternoons they enjoyed in our cabin while I sunbathed. You may also recall that he brought with him a very pretty and heavily pregnant girl called Melanie who had left her husband at home - unsurprisingly. As Melanie was so heavily pregnant, when she felt the baby kicking she had need to lie down in the afternoons which gave our master lover Nat ample opportunity to bed my Wife. Melanie never let on if she knew that Jen and Nat were 'banging the headboard' while she slept, but I could not believe that she didn't suspect; maybe she didn't care. [Holiday cuckold]



Banging the headboard

Jen and me had forgotten all about it (it was a pleasant memory anyway) until we had a letter from that pretty girl. I replicate it below:

Dear Jen and Derek,

How are you both. I hope you are well.


I am so sorry that I haven't let you know how my pregnancy went, particularly as you asked me to let you know. I had a beautiful little girl who we have named Julie after my Mum on the 15th October. Her natural father is Nathaniel so as you might imagine she is a lovely coffee coloured baby of whom I am so proud and, I must admit, deeply in love with. She is the light in my eyes.

(NB. Jen's eyes started to water as she read this part of the letter)


Nat and me are still lovers and my husband Jonathan, who you did not meet as he stayed at home, still accepts my relationship with Nat. So in all respects my life should be full, but it is not. I had hoped that Jonathan would accept Julie as his own but, although he is good around her and goes through the motions of being her father, I can tell that his heart is not in it. For example he will play with our daughter but only on my prompting him to do so. He is not a lazy man but he seems to want not to share in the domestic side of bringing her up.


I have put this reluctance down to him not fully accepting that Nat is the real father and that he is ashamed of his cuckoldry. It's as if there an emotion deep inside him that cannot get out, which is strange because he is such a 'little man down there' (sorry for bringing such a tasteless fact into this letter but it could be relevant) and I had thought he had accepted his status in our marriage.


Nat tells me that you both have been (or still are) a couple who are experienced in this way of life and have advised similar couples in the past. Would it be possible for yourselves to come and visit me at our house down in Sevenoaks. It would be just me for the moment because I did not want the distraction of Nat or Jonathan when we talk. I can also promise you a nice lunch if you do come.


Desperately seeking advice.

Best wishes.

Melanie

P.S. Please phone me at the number at the top of the letter.



"What do you think Derek?" Asked Jen. "Do you want to help them? Its not as if we know her that well. We know Nat, and Melanie was quite sweet when she was able to leave their cabin on holiday. And she is so young. I think you should go alone. I would hate for them to have problems, particularly now they have Julie to look after."

I smiled as I responded to my lovely unfaithful Wife. "Well thank you Dear. You asked me a question and then answered it for me. I guess that's one of the thousand reasons why I love you. Will you be coming by the way?"

"I think not. It might not be sensible if Nat turns up. Given our history."

Yes," I replied, "I suppose it might be tricky offering counselling to someone whose naked body you have licked from head to toe. And whose cock has been inside your vagina hundreds of times."



From head to toe -but mostly here.

Jen's face burst into a bright red as she remembered how it had been between them years ago when Nat had been a vigorous young stud and she had been the 'older woman' who had taught him how to please a lady. Under her tutelage she had converted a brash young man into a wonderful and sensitive Lover. A Lover that pretty Melanie was now enjoying in her bed.

"You didn't mind at the time feller! And you've done a bit of cock licking yourself in your time," was Jen's light hearted response.

"Thanks for reminding me," I said sarcastically, "it's good to know that nothing has been forgotten in our old age."

"You're welcome cuckold! But you are going aren't you?"

I nodded and made note of the number.

"I shall ring tomorrow morning when her husband is at work and presumably Nat is too." And that was that until the next morning.

Melanie didn't answer the first ring but did the second in the afternoon. I had forgotten just how young she was and was instantly struck by the timbre of her voice as we conversed. 'This pretty young thing sounds worried', I thought, 'I don't have any choice. She and her hubby need my help. Maybe Nat too?' On the back of that call and from the tone of her letter I knew that I had to first assess the dynamics of their relationship because, knowing as I do, not every cuckold marriage is the same as another

"I think that I would like to initially talk to you alone please Melanie, without Jonathan or Nathaniel present. Is that doable?" I asked. She concurred.

I arranged to go the following morning after her giving me their address, but I was left with a feeling that my counselling may not be easy and that I would be journeying to Sevenoaks more than once over the next few weeks.

Next: Melanie - Part One



Friday, 18 November 2016

Cucky Text - "She is your Woman, Master."



Can’t thank you enough cucky.

Txt: Hey Ralphie. This is what Jeanette has been giving me every night - and more besides. Can’t thank you enough for letting me take your Wife on holiday.

Txt: ‘Letting’ is not the right way to describe it Master. She is your Mistress and I am her cuckolded husband. She neither asked my permission or told me she was going with you.

Txt: Then I guess she’s her own woman then cucky boy.

Txt: No Master, that’s incorrect too. She is your Woman. She knows it, I know it and you know it. And I guess that is the way it is going to be for the foreseeable future.

Thursday, 17 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - "Let's give him a show."


“He’s in the room next door, and that is a two way mirror.”

“Does your fella know that you and me are getting it on more and more these days?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does he know that you and me are fucking regularly?”


“Oh that! Yes of course he does. He loves the idea of me being a Black Man’s Whore. We don’t keep any secrets from each other. That’s why he can see us now.”

“Eh? How so?”


“He’s in the room next door, and that is a two way mirror.”

“Then let’s give him a show that will blow the end of his little dicky.”

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - “Do you like what I have brought home for you Dear?”


"Do carry on Dear."

“Do you like what I have brought home for you Dear?”

“He’s wonderful. Very handsome and strong. And just look at this thing; I’ve tried but I can’t get it all down my throat.”

“You will have to try harder. A dong like that deserves your devoted attention. I shall just stay here watching you both, and bask in that warm feeling a husband can experience when he has arranged something nice for his Wife.”

“You may want to find a comfortable seat cucky because him and me are going to get very personal together in the next twenty four hours.”

“I am a very patient cuckold My Darling. Do carry on.”

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - She works long hours these days.



Samuel is always ready to help her.

My Wife Melissa is the Office Manager for a small company. Not being technically minded, she tells me that she has her own way of getting her boss to help her fix the printer when it goes wrong. Her boss, a big black man called Samuel, is always ready to help her even though it means working long into the night. 

That printer seems to be breaking down at least three times a week now but when I suggested that she order a new one her answer was, “My boss wouldn’t like it if I did.” So that’s that! At least she is getting lots of overtime which, unless I am much mistaken, pleases her very much because she certainly appears to be much happier these days.

Monday, 14 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - “You’re going to have to tell him soon."


“Oh he wouldn’t mind if it was a black baby."


“You’re going to have to tell him soon. You won’t be able to hide it from him as soon as the baby starts to grow.”

“I know, but I’m dreading it. He has always accepted that he’s a cuckold but if I tell him I’m pregnant he is going to be so disappointed.”

“Well that’s the risk you take if you let another man do your Missus.”

“Oh he wouldn’t mind if it was a black baby, but it is actually going to be his. And that’s not going to go down well at his cucky support group.”

Sunday, 13 November 2016

In Your Imagination

In my imagination I see a compliant and timid cuckold watching his Wife going up to the bedroom to be with her Black Master for the night.



She's with her Black Master for the night.


What do you see in your imagination fellow cuckolds?

Saturday, 12 November 2016

The Story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james

Chapter 11 -The Talk - Part One



'Black Owned' Elaine.
Previous Chapters:

Chapter One – My Awakening

Chapter Two – My Resolutions

Chapter Three – Acceptance


Chapter Four – A Very Good Plan - Part One 

Chapter Five – A Very Good Plan – Part two

Chapter Six - Beginnings - Part One


Chapter Seven - Beginnings - Part Two


Chapter Eight - The Game is On – Part One

Chapter Nine - The Game is On - Part Two

Chapter Ten - First Steps


I slept well in that single bed and woke refreshed in spite of it's unfamiliarity. Lying on my back, I reached down to my penis and balls as I normally do on waking every morning (as all of us guys do - don't we?) and made contact with my new plastic restraint. Its unfamiliar touch served as a reminder of the night before and the warm plastic covering over my 'cotton reel' suddenly brought home to me the bizarre situation my marriage was in. 'Take your time to think cuckold. Fuck this up and you will end up alone again,' was pretty much the drift of my thoughts.

I lay for a while and considered the night before. They had already known about my little plan that even so had only half worked because Alan had let the cat out of the  bag by telling Maddie. It had also been a shock to discover that my best friend Alan was living the life of a cuckold because I had always thought of him as more of a 'man' than me; in our younger years he was always the one that 'got the girl'. And again, who is Bruno, Maddie's Lover?

I relived the sights and sounds of Elaine and Jackson in bed last night. The sight of him taking her in a doggy fashion had been a shock because she had often said to me that she thought that it degraded women, but not with 'Master' it seems. And why does she refer to him in this way, surely it has a meaning in their relationship, but what?

And 'cj'? He had said "see you in the morning cj". Although it had confused me in the hectic events of the night before did not take me long, in the cool light of day, to deduce what it meant. 'cj means 'cuckold james' you clever boy' you realised. 'Is this how Jackson is going to refer to me? Will Elaine use it too? Will he call me cj in front of others? And will I think of myself as 'cuckold james'?' Would the new day provide answers?

Gradually, breaking through my reasoning, I became aware of a commotion coming from our shower room. The noises of laughter and screams of fun and joy enticed me immediately to get up, however there was no need to guess who was making the all of that racket as it could only be Jackson and Elaine who had clearly woken in a happy frame of mind and were enjoying each others' wet soapy bodies in the warm overhead spray. 

Still naked from my bed I entered the room and was greeted with the sight that I knew that I would see - two beautiful passionate interracial lovers enjoying their nakedness, their eyes bright with joy and desire. The faces of love no less and in response I felt my restraint suddenly feel tight.



'two beautiful passionate interracial
lovers enjoying their nakedness
'

'What the hell do I do now? Do something you twerp! I know! They will need to dry themselves.' I reasoned, and I knew there were some lovely soft towels in the airing cupboard. Turning about I withdrew three large white ones - the same that I usually use to dry Elaine after our 'shower nights'. 

My Wife and Jackson didn't see me immediately standing naked in the room, patiently holding three warm towels, but I didn't mind too much. Their happiness was infectious and it made me feel good to see my naked Wife kissing her Black Lover as they soaped each others' naked bodies. Especially exciting was to see her stroking his prodigious dark manhood as at the same time enjoying his big brown hands rubbing soap onto her beautiful breasts. Looking up, Elaine saw that I had joined them in that warm damp room. 

"Oh hello James. Master look. James is here with some towels and he's still got his little plastic thingy on his willy. Doesn't he look sweet," she managed to say just as Jackson's large hand gently pushed her head down to his hard and very erect manhood.

Elaine knew exactly what was required and with a smile back at me she took his cock in her hand and then lowered her head over the large glans. With clearly well practiced ease she engulfed the head with her mouth and proceeded to work the head of his cock with deft movements of her tongue.

I stood in that bathroom like a patient little servant and watched my Wife pleasure the man she now openly referred to as her Master without a word or gesture of complaint. Friends had often told me that I had an instinctive talent for understanding the mood of the moment, which incidentally was why I was so successful as a trader, and as I watched her at work on Jackson's cock it seemed inappropriate to intervene because there was a naturalness to what I was witnessing. And it was clear to me that I was now accepting Elaine's desire for him.

Slowly at first and then later more quickly she brought Jackson to the point of eruption. Her hands were a flurry of activity on his long shaft and her head was almost a blur as it bobbed up and down taking the sensitive glans down the back of her throat. Jackson himself was leaning back on the wet tiles with his groin thrust out enjoying my Wife's intimate attention. With a low growling noise he came with spurts of cream into her mouth and down her throat. I saw his thighs quiver with the ecstatic feeling of his release as Elaine kept working on his member in order to extract as much of his seed as she could. 'She looks like the cat who got the cream. She took the whole bloody lot.'

Eventually their loving had to finish and, letting Jackson's now flaccid penis flop out of her mouth, Elaine stepped out of the shower and walked over to me. There was mischief in her eyes and a small whitish blob of Jackson's semen on her tongue as she leaned towards me and pressed her wet and warm breasts against me and her lips onto my own. 

It had always been normal for me to open my mouth and greet her kisses with my own tongue and this moment no exception. Our tongues met and as always they meshed together. She had quite evidently thought that I would pull my head away in revulsion at what she was doing so had placed her hand behind my head to prevent my escape. To her surprise I did not but delved my tongue deep into her mouth tasting the salty and pungent flavour of her Master's essence. 'You wanted a cuckold. You've got a cuckold. Bring it on bitch.'

Pulling away, Elaine looked questioningly into my eyes trying to read what, if any, my intent was. She was looking for answers but all that she saw was my smile and no other reading to my countenance. "Good boy," she whispered, and moved away. Perhaps she hadn't seen just how my 'little man' had filled its plastic cage to almost breaking point.

Jackson saw me and with some reluctance stepped out of the warm shower and with a friendly smile greeted me. "Morning cj. We didn't want to wake you as you were fast asleep when we woke. Hey! You've brought towels so I guess we had all better get dressed and start this momentous day."

Elaine took a towel from me and immediately started to dry herself, whereas Jackson removed the second towel from the pile I was holding but stood there looking with amusement at my groin. Clearly he thought I needed some advice. 

"It takes a bit of getting used to cj, especially when you want to pee which you will have to do sitting down. You need to get rid of the vegetation as well. I mentioned it last night didn't I. Oh yes! And you need to have two - one on and one in the wash so to speak. Looks a bit tight though."

"I think I'll manage Jackson," was my short reply, but he was right. It was tight at that moment and it catching on my pubes and I hadn't quite worked out how to pee.

"Just saying, that's all. And one more thing cj. Have you worked out who has the keys to your little plastic friend?"

I hadn't and said so. "Is there a convention in these things?" I asked.

"Well most hubbies give the key to the missus and hang the spare in the bathroom for hygiene purposes.But that's up to you. Some others, under certain circumstances, give control of the key to their Wife's Boyfriend, but that's a long way down this particular road I think."

"Well whatever the future," I responded, "I need to shower." And I unlocked the small lock and slid it off my willy and balls. Suddenly I felt very naked and I was amazed at how quickly I had felt vulnerable; I had been wearing it for less than twenty four hours and already it felt 'normal'. 

I do not know what kind of picture Jackson and me would have made but it would have been quite an odd one. Looking through the window they would have seen a big handsome Black Man with a manhood hanging halfway down his strong thighs, and a small white guy with a tiny organ standing close together in discussion about the protocols of the penis restraint.



'standing close together in discussion
about the protocols of the penis restraint.'


We continued to converse in a 'matter of fact way' when we were both disturbed by a loud scream from Elaine, who in that short time had left the room, put on a dressing gown and started to go downstairs. 

"JAMES. WHAT HAVE BEEN DOING? THERE'S WATER AND MUD EVERYWHERE. OH GOD! WHAT A BLOODY MESS."

"If I were you cj, I would close and lock this door after me. You might want to give yourself a shave down there and then stay here for a while." It was good advice because I could hear that Elaine had gone downstairs and was muttering to herself as she was looking around the rooms and the patio. As I locked the door behind Jackson I heard her again.

"MY DRESS! MY LOVELY DRESS. THERE IS MUD ALL OVER IT. IT'S RUINED."

I followed Jackson's good advice and grabbed my razor, brush and soap. The shaving, the first time ever for that area of my body, was painful at times but after careful manipulation of the razor I was smooth with just one small nick near my scrotum that self healed in the shower. My restraint, I washed with plain soap in the nearby sink, dried it and then re-positioned it on my 'little man'. 'If this is what you both want of me then you shall have it.

I sneaked back into the main bedroom and retrieved some clothes and retreated to the smaller bedroom to put them on quickly. I could hear Elaine downstairs in full 'cleaning' flow with mops, cloths, buckets and water in a blur of frenzied use. Yes folks my adulterous slut of a Wife is a domestic goddess when she isn't opening her lovely long legs for her 'Master'.

I found a fully dressed Jackson sitting on a stool in the kitchen with a pot of coffee and some toast. "Hi cj. Coffee?" He offered with a beckoning wave. "I think our lovely friend has calmed down a bit, but I would still keep a low profile if I were you."

"We were going to talk," I responded, "and I have made the first step. A fucking great big one as a matter of fact. So what do you say? Shall we clear at least some of the air because I'm pretty sure there's more to being a cuckold than this. And one more thing, why does my Wife refer to you as 'Master'?"

He smiled back at me but then took a drink of coffee to stall for time. "Because that is how she feels about me. Now she has been with me a few times. You must have guessed by now that Sunday on the beach and last night were not the only moments your Wife and I have shared. Haven't you?"



"Sunday on the beach and last night
were not the only moments your
 Wife and I have shared.

"It crossed my mind," I replied, "but that doesn't answer my question. Why Master?"

He looked again into his coffee and spoke slowly as if about to tell me something insightful. "Have you ever heard of the term, 'Black Owned' cj?"

"I live in South London which has the highest level of interracial adulteries in the world outside of the USA. So yes I have heard of it Jackson. But why would Elaine sign up for such extreme infidelity?"

"You should remember who Elaine was with before you cj. Do you recall that ridiculous boxer she lived with before you? The one that blacked her eye and you bravely saw off." His smile was slightly mocking but there was something kinder behind the grin. 'Fuck me! Does this guy who's shagging my missus actually like me?'

"If you mean Nat, I don't think she misses his fist or boot one little bit. That prick is now doing dog food commercials by the way."

"What does 'that prick' and me have in common cj?" Was a question that took me by surprise. "Good description of him by the way."

"You are both black," I answered, "and I hope that is the only similarity."

He could see that I was suddenly aggravated by the memory of being laid out by that mad boxer, but it was still a bitter sweet memory. Bitter because of Elaine's black eye and my incapacitation, and sweet because of Elaine's loveliness in my bed. I also recalled the erotic visions I had imagined of her and Nat together before the fight.

"Hey come back to me cj, you were off somewhere then. You were thinking of him and her weren't you. However you are correct. It's because we are both black. And why do you think that is?" I shook my head. "So let me answer that. It is because your Wife, just like millions of other white women,  has an inherent desire for Black Men."

It was true. She had always been at ease around any black men who came to the house, like tradesmen and representatives. She tended to smile a lot and yes, it must be said, flirt with them. But I did not respond to this less than new revelation; we had often made jokes about it anyway.

Jackson continued."As good a husband you have been to her cj, you know that you have never filled that void in Elaine's life. Her best friend saw this and put her in touch with people who arrange for frustrated Wives to meet men like me. We dated, went to bed on the second meeting and since then our bond has grown. And I repeat, 'OUR BOND'," he emphasized. "It was only a matter of a few afternoons in my bed when she decided that she wanted to commit to me and become 'Black Owned' as my Mistress.

'That will be that skinny tart Maddie.' I thought before I replied. "Well now you have my Wife as your willing Mistress. Sorry! Your Black Owned Mistress, and that should make you very happy Jackson. You have all you want. A pretty woman who puts out for you whenever you snap your fingers and her wimp of a 'locked up' husband who," I crooked my two index fingers to indicate parenthesis, "understands."

Jackson remained quiet for a minute before he chose his words. "James!" I looked up startled at his sudden use of my proper name. 'Not cj this time? This must be serious.' "I am very happy with my Mistress as you refer to her but I want more. I want you both as my 'Black Owned Couple'.




To follow:

Chapter 12 - The Talk -Part Two

Friday, 11 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - "You will just be a sissy."


“I feel that if I do I will have crossed a line.”

“Come on Sweety. Nothing will happen if you do. You will still be my little cuckold.”

“I feel that if I do I will have crossed a line.”

“Like the line you crossed when you said I could have a Lover, or the one you crossed when you asked to watch us or the one when you bought that little restraint you wear on your willy.”

“But this one’s different. I will become gay.”


“No you won’t. You will just be a sissy. Now get down here and start showing Master your devotion.”

“O.K. You sweet talking slut you!”

Thursday, 10 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - "I did find it exciting Dear."



".....are you going to ring him?”

“I did find it exciting Dear. So he gave you his number; are you going to ring him?”

“I would, but I think I lost it.”

“Don’t worry. I gave him yours.”


“Now that is exciting. For me anyway.”

“And me my Darling. And for me!”

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - “Who is that you are texting Dear?”


“Does he know you are married to me?"
 

“Who is that you are texting Dear?”

“Big Henry. He’s meeting me at the club tonight. I just confirmed.”

“Does he know you are married to me? Doesn’t he care that he’s dating another man’s Wife.”

“Not that you’d notice.”

“And don’t you care about having a husband at home pining for you while you are in another man’s bed?”

“Not that I’d notice.”

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - "it was three times the size of yours."


"I embrace it my Love."

“Oh thank God! At last. I thought at one time it would never happen. Now we can start our married life as we should have. Thank you my Darling.”

“I should be thanking you Dear. You were right all along, its just that I didn’t realize just how much of an inferior lover you are. Marcus’ black body was so strong and big, and his dong was three times the size of yours.”

“Six inches isn’t big Dear, are you sure it wasn’t five times my size?”

“Yes I suppose it was. But never mind that. I’m off to the sex shop to get you a penis restraint and then I am bringing Marcus home tonight. So you had better get used to your new life.”

“Get used to it? I embrace it. Its all I ever dreamed of. And another thing, could you make it a pink restraint with matching collar?”

“No problem cucky boy.”

Monday, 7 November 2016

Cucky Text - "that doesn't look like Margate."



"Ty took me to the Seychelles cucky."

Txt: Sweetheart that doesn’t look like Margate. Where the hell are you?”

Txt: Met up with my ex Boyfriend. You remember Ty don’t you?

Txt: You mean the big black millionaire with his own aeroplane. The very guy that you said made you scream with lust in his bed.

Txt: The same! He asked me to go with him to the Seychelles.

Txt: You didn’t think then to talk to me, your husband, about going off with the man you had an affair with last year.

Txt: That’s what I’m doing now isn’t it?


Sunday, 6 November 2016

A Cuckold's Life

Such is a cuckold's life, when he gets to know the reason why his Wife loves Black Men, and why they love her - often.


Saturday, 5 November 2016

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

Wives such as these deserve gentle loving cuckold husbands and superior well hung Lovers who take them to bed regularly.


A woman as lovely as you Scarlett should enjoy the
devotion of a cuckold along with a wide selection of
Lovers.


After helping his Wife get ready for her date,
this beautiful Wife's husband is left in no
doubt just what she has planned.

And neither is her Lover.


"The day that my hubby, my Lover and
I were married in a 'Cuckold Wedding'
was the happiest day of my life."


Her smile tells cuckold exactly how her date went with her handsome
new Black Lover, and now he knows his future.


The pretty intimate things you buy your Wife
are always for her Black Lover's appreciation
and enjoyment. But as a cuckold you know that
it is your duty to provide such pleasures to
the better man.


"Of course it is his cucky. How could you possibly think otherwise?"


Friday, 4 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - "it's O.K. he understands


"He knows we are making a baby, doesn't he?

“He has said its .O.K.. He understands.”

“Let’s get this straight. Your husband knows about you and me and he is cool with what we are planning. What’s the catch?”

“No catch. He will stand aside and let you take me up to our bed. Only one thing though.”

“I knew it. There is a catch. He knows we’re making a baby together doesn’t he?”

“He does! He just wants to be there when we do it. That’s all.”

“O.K. then - yes! But he has to stay out of the way, keep quiet and keep his hands of his little willy.”

Thursday, 3 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - "did your hubby pay for that?"



"You look a million dollars."

“Baby you look a million dollars. Did your hubby pay for all that?”

“Mmm! David said if his Wife is going to have a Lover then it has to be done right, He doesn’t want me just turning up in any old thing. I hope you approve.”

“Approve? Are you kidding me? I have never seen anything so beautiful or so sexy in all my life. It will all take some time to get it off though won’t it?”

“No! David is very thorough. There are very few fasteners and at the back it is just one small zip. It can come off in seconds.”

“Can I then suggest that you do just that and make your hubby very proud of his foresight.”

Wednesday, 2 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - "he plays professional football."


"I'm so sorry baby."


“I am so sorry baby. I have some bad news to tell you. I’ve been having an affair while you have been away these last four months.”

“I see. So what’s this person’s name who you have been having a good time with?”

“Michael. Michael Obika. He’s Nigerian. He plays professional football.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said I know about you and him. Michael is a friend of mine. I asked him to look after you while I was away. It seems he’s been doing a very good job, judging by his emails.”


“Then you will know that he has been having me upstairs in our bed almost every night since you left. And he has been so good, that I couldn’t do without his strong dark body and big dong between my legs any more.”

“Of course I know. That’s why he will be here in about ten minutes. And that is also why we must start the rest of our married life as we mean to go on.”

“I see. This is so very good of you Dear. Welcome home cucky boy.”

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Cucky Quicky - "let me me the prize cuckold."


"Let me be the prize cuckold
."

“O.K. I’m ready for the evening ahead. Do you think I look ready?”

“For what you have in mind my Love, you are more than ready. Let’s just hope the guys are.”

“Well it is a poker game and I’m first prize. Being a commodity to be won by chance really shakes my tree. Doesn’t it affect you too Dear?”

“You know it does. But it is very strange that your previous Black Master is going to be at the table. You know just who I mean! Denzil the Poker Champion?”

“What are you inferring?”

“Why don’t you just admit it and have an affair with the bloke? It’s not as if you haven’t cuckolded me with him before.”

“If you insist cucky. But let’ me be the prize first.”