Saturday, 31 December 2016

My Cuckold Shorts

Please enjoy my reflections on living the life of a cuckold.

When cucky gets home and looks in the bedroom, he will know
that she’s been taken again, and again and again. For most of the
day her Lover's cock will have been deep within her and that’s not
the only thing he has put inside her.

When i asked my wife whether her love affair with him was, “Bigger than both of us?”

Her reply was, “Well its certainly bigger than yours!”

That’s when i knew that i was a true cuckold.

A true cuckold knows just what it is that keeps his Wife
so happy, and now she carries her Lover’s child she is
going to be even happier.

 And so will cucky!

“Of course I’m going out like this. I might
drop the hem an inch or so when we are out
on the town, but my dress will be coming
off when we go back to his place.

My Lover is black Dear, and he expects
me to dress just like this. It’s no more
than he deserves!

Don’t wait up! Kiss the kids goodnight
and I shall see you tomorrow afternoon!”

This is what a cuckold sees in his imagination.
 Her Master buried deep inside her willing body, pleasing
himself and her, ejaculating in her and seeding her.

 It was ever thus for a cuck!

As every true cuckold knows; sometimes his pretty young
Wife just can’t help herself and just has to taste what is on offer.

Friday, 30 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - It would mean a big change in our lives.

"We should declare ourselves in a cuckold wedding."

“Well I don’t know. It would mean a big change in our lives. I like him well enough and he is really wonderful in bed, but your suggestion changes things.”
“All I am saying is that we should make your relationship with him a formal arrangement and confirm my cuckold status in front of everyone we know.”
“Are you saying that we should declare ourselves in a cuckold wedding and have a polyamouric marriage like my friend Rachel has done?”
“That, and make a gesture of our good faith. Tyrese has said that he would love to get you pregnant. Maybe it is something to consider Dear.”
“I already considered it months ago, and I have some news for you cucky!”

Thursday, 29 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - “Sorry? What was that?"

"Isn’t that what a good cucky boy should do?"

“Sorry? What was that? Oh No! Its perfectly big enough for me during the week. But at weekends I have a big stud come and stay to give me good seeing to.”
“I don’t mind really. It’s only natural that a cuckold like me shows his total acceptance of his inferiority. It’s a way of life for us now.”
“His name is Marcus, and he’s as black as night. Big muscles, big body and big everything. He comes to ours on Friday and doesn’t leave until Monday afternoon or Tuesday morning. Sometimes he comes on Wednesdays as well. And Thursdays if he wants; and he usually does.”
“I just keep out of the way really. Isn’t that what a good cucky boy should do? Still! It has been nice chatting but my Wife and I have to go because Marcus is waiting. He’s joined us on holiday so we mustn’t keep him one minute longer from enjoying my Wife.”

Wednesday, 28 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - But what is the fantasy?

“Just say it and let me be the judge.”

“Well seeing that I have shared you with most of them, I would say that the knowledge of me being a cuckold is pretty much out there. Wouldn’t you Dear?”
“Yes my sweet little cucky. That is the reality. But what is the fantasy?”

“You may not like it. Would you like to know?”
“Just say it and let me be the judge.”
“I want to share you my Love. But with all of hem. At the same time.”
“Oh that! I’ve already done it. Didn’t you know?”

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - “Just like always my Darling.”

“No that’s alright Sweety. I’ll take it from here."

“That’s it fully unzipped Dear. Do you want me to do anything else before you go upstairs to be with him?”
“No that’s alright Sweety. I’ll take it from here. What are you going to do for the rest of the night?”
“Well I thought I would sit down here and listen to a big Black Stud screwing my Wife for most of the night.”
“Just like always then.”
“Just like always my Darling.”

Monday, 26 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - Its a matter of hygiene

“Well I shall have to talk to my Lover about this.”

“What? The Key? No you bloody can’t have it.”
“But I need it so I can take a shower. I can’t do that while I have my little penis restraint on. Its a matter of hygiene.”
“Well I shall have to talk to my Lover about this.”
“Because he’s got your key. Mine is for my filing cabinet at work.”

Sunday, 25 December 2016

Happy Christmas My Love

Happy Christmas My Love

And it's Happy Christmas to me as i watch.

Being an older man with a pretty young Wife, i have always known that one day she would want more than i can give her when the lights go out at night. When i told her one night that i released her from her vows of faithfulness her response was one of disbelief, that is until i introduced her to Jerome and Kenzo.

Since that day she has had two young Lovers who share her pleasures between them and spend alternate nights with her in our bed (Sundays are strictly reserved for me - bless her). As it is Christmas, i suggested to them both that they spend the day with my Wife and me. i shall cook the turkey while they have fun. So it is a happy Christmas for my Wife and her Lovers and a very happy Christmas to me as i watch. 

And Happy Christmas Fellow cuckolds

Saturday, 24 December 2016

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

Knowing that Wives such as these have big Black Lovers are cuckolds' dreams.

Young, uninhibited and very happy to smile for the photograph
that her Lover will take and then send to her cuckold at home.

 "Just bring him in Cucky and then stay
at your Mother's for the night."

Slim, sexy and pretty Keira would be the
perfect Mistress for a powerful Black Master.

A young passionate redhead;
the perfect Wife for a cuckold.

Young, beautiful and sensuous;
a magnet for handsome well-hung studs.
Being married to this lovely creature
would mean a lifetime of wonderful cuckoldry.

Loving his Wife even though he knows
another man has planted his seed
in her, is the mark of a true cuckold.

Friday, 23 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - I shall let him know tomorrow

"You, me and the baby makes three.”

“Its been a wonderful week we have had here in Paris my Love, but my husband is beginning to fret. He told me that he was missing me and, even though he knows I am his boss’s Mistress, he wants me home again.”

“Hey no problem. We shall take the Midday train for London so you can be home in time to dry his tears tonight.”

“Our lovely jaunts together will have to stop soon especially now you’ve knocked me up. I guess I shall have to tell him soon as well.”

“Don’t worry. I shall let him know tomorrow at work. Now how about a week of sun, sea and sex in Majorca next week. I’ll square it with cucky.”

“God yes! You, me and the baby makes three.”

Thursday, 22 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - "My hubby will hear my scream."

“In that case …………..”

“If you drop me now Master, my hubby will hear my scream downstairs. He may come running up to see if I am O.K..”

“O.K. If I lower you slowly will you still scream?”

“Er maybe.”

“Why is that my delicious little whore?”

“Because I want cucky to see me impaled on your lovely big rod.”

“In that case …………..”

Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - “i shall have to bring up his child.”

“Is that the arrangement you have made with my boss?”

“Is that the arrangement you have made with my boss?”
“Of course I have. I can’t have a big handsome powerful man like that putting on a silly rubber thing on his big black cock.”
“But if he gets you pregnant i shall have to bring up his child.”
“You’re his employee aren’t you. Just think of it as loyalty to the Company.”

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - "No! He’s not going to bang me again."

My Boss says he wants me to stay and take something down.

“Hi Baby! Sorry but I can’t make our lunch today. My Boss says he wants me to stay and take something down. I shall see you tonight and we’ll have a nice dinner after we have put the kids to bed.

No! He’s not going to bang me again. I just don’t know where you get these ideas from.

Must go. He’s getting impatient and is twirling his pencil around.

Bye luv!”

Monday, 19 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - “One day cucky! One day!”

"Just think of all those men that could seduce me while you watch."

“You know Dear. One day, maybe in the next few years, this beach may be full of big, well-hung Black Men.”
“Oh! That would be wonderful. Just think of all those men that could seduce me while you watch. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
“And then I could be your cuckold with a tiny penis. I could even wear something on it to restrict my erections and show everybody what a small man I am.”
Sigh!! “One day cucky! One day!”

Sunday, 18 December 2016

In Our Imagination

In my imagination, i see a very happy Wife enjoying telling her cuckold just how wonderful her Lover was last night, knowing that he loves to hear her reports.

"Can you feel how big he was cucky?"

What do you see in your imagination?

Saturday, 17 December 2016

Cuckold Counsellor - Melanie - Part One

Cuckold Counsellor - Melanie - Part One

Previous Cuckold Counsellor reports:

The Letter

The 16 mile journey took nearly an hour due to the interminable traffic jam on the M25 Motorway after I had left the A21 road out of Bromley, but I was nonetheless sat in Melanie's Sitting Room with a cup of tea in my hand by 10:30 and making small talk.

"I thought it would help if you told me your's and Jonathan's history. From boyfriend / girlfriend to present day." I said to the pretty and now slim girl sat in front of me holding her little brown daughter. "Everything that is germane to our current situation, that is." I sometimes like to use big words to assess sombody's knowledge or intelligence but it was clear that she knew what 'germane' meant from her response.

"Everything that is relevant?" She looked slightly embarrassed. "Does that include Jon and my sex life before we were married?"

"Everything please Mel. And let's not forget that we are talking about sex. So no false coyness please. I can only help if we are all honest with each other," was my reply to the sweet young thing who I now knew wasn't an idiot.

She paused and I sat back waiting for her to take her time getting to the point. Patience is a virtue they say.

"Derek," she said looking directly at me as if in a challenge, "my husband Jonathan has a very, very small penis. And he is the love of my life. Once you understand those two things everything else will follow."

"He is the love of my life."

Perhaps my shock at her candour showed on my face but she did not try to hide her smile. A very pretty smile which I could see had beguiled one young man to accept being her cuckold and another older Black Man into her bed.

"Sorry Derek, did my directness embarrass you. I just thought that it would be best to be frank with you from the off. That is what you wanted isn't it?"

"Of course," was my stuttered reply, " we shall get nowhere if we prevaricate."

Mel's eyebrows furrowed as she looked away from me and down to Julie on her lap. "Derek, can we please establish that I know big words. I am an adulteress not a Washer Woman. I have a degree in Modern History and my husband is a junior political analyst for a major newspaper. How do you think it is that we have a four bedroomed house in this prosperous part of Kent?"

I felt a cold hand grip me as I realised that I had completely misread this girl in front of me. I felt sick as I apologised to this self possessed young Woman. "I'm sorry Mel, but I have to know who I am dealing with because if I, or we, get this wrong I can cause a lot of pain and hurt. No more tricks, that's a solemn promise."

I continued. "So we have established that Jonathan has a 'little man'. Now tell me how you were before you were married. For example did you know his 'size' before your honeymoon?"

Her smile was suddenly serene as she remembered a pleasant memory. "Of course I did Derek. He was my boyfriend from school, we did our GCSE's together, we went to university together and then graduated together. I have known everything about him since we were kids."

She paused to sip some tea, smiled back at Julie's gummy grin and continued. "We had always known that we would marry one day and, after a few disastrous attempts, we both also knew that Jon would never be my 'stud muffin' no matter how hard he tried. But he had a friend who was happy to stand in, so to speak; his name was Robert and he was hung like a horse. He was also very loyal to Jon so, as you might imagine, he was greatly conflicted when his best friend asked him to take his Girlfriend to bed."

"And did he?"

"Oh yes Derek. He most certainly did. He took me to places I never realised existed but for all that, I stayed as Jon's Girlfriend. I believe in loyalty you see. Funny that, don't you think?"

"Not funny at all Mel. Jen's just the same."

"To you maybe. But loyalty didn't stop her fucking Nat in Corfu did it? But then again we didn't know each other so why wouldn't she."

'Of course she knows. This kid knows what's what and she doesn't like Jen.' Yet again I was made to realise that the sweet and gentle girl I had seen in Greece was actually as clever as hell.

"We three became a fixture. We went everywhere together. Parties, cinema, holidays and even university. I would like a Pound Sterling for every time Jon drove us home from somewhere while Robert and me went at it like rabbits on the back seat. Thank God for the pill because Robert's big sausage was inside me more often than out."

I was curious. "And Robert," I asked, "surely he developed feelings for you. If he was your Fuck Buddy for those years he must have liked you at least. Wasn't he tempted to cut Jon out of the picture?"

Fuck Buddy

"I know what you're trying to say Derek, but Robert was more Jon's friend than my Lover."

I had not tried to infer anything. I thought it was a simple question, but I had another I wanted to ask.

"When Robert and you were, shall we say, 'at it', where was Jon? If he wasn't driving that is. What I am trying to say is did he watch or was he involved in any way while Robert and you made love?"

"No not at all. I guess he might have sneaked a peak in the car but I never saw him do it and he never said."

"Did you and Robert ever date without Jon," I continued, "as a couple?"

Mel looked sheepish. "Once! All three of us had planned to go to a Eurythmics concert but Jon had to work at the last minute. So Robert and me went on our own. It was a great concert by the way."

She wasn't getting away with half a story. "And?" I insisted.

"Jon was home when we arrived back and he could see that we had had a good time and wanted to finish it off upstairs in bed. I think that was the first time he actively encouraged Robert and me to get together, so to speak. Up until that night his role in the relationship had been to passively accept that his Girlfriend was his best friend's lay. He spent that night on the sofa while Robert and me had fun in bed upstairs."

I was now getting a picture of Mel and Jon's early relationship. "How did this change develop Mel? Was Jon different towards you both? Please go on."

"Sadly it did not develop Derek. Robert met his future Wife a month later and, as you might imagine, she took a dim view of her Boyfriend doing his best friend's Wife. They rowed, there was an ultimatum and that was that. It was over. She was, and is still, a very nice girl but we don't keep in touch for obvious reasons."

Did I detect a sadness in her? "How did you manage? Did you miss Robert physically, or in any other way?"

"Dreadfully! I didn't realise it until a long time after he left that I had developed a fondness for him over and above sex. I think that maybe I was a little in love with him. And what he used to do to me of course."

At last I was getting somewhere. So far I had an accepting cuckold and a Wife who had known good loving from a man she cared for, while at the same time loving her inadequate husband. But I needed more than just this.

"What happened next in your sex life Mel? Were there further Boyfriends after Robert?"

"Well yes! Of course! I won't name them because they didn't last long and most were pretty irrelevant. However one of my Lovers wanted me to divorce Jon and marry him, and when I refused it all got rather tricky. One morning he turned up at the house demanding that I leave with him; it got so fraught that I called Robert who came around and rearranged his nose. Robert is big in more ways than one I'm happy to say."

I didn't want to, but I had to ask. "And where was Jon when this was happening?"

"Jon just stood there and argued with the chap. He's not physically strong. His strength is between his ears and in his kindness and tolerance."

I did not want to take this any further so I went to the next phase of their marriage. "Was it after this that you met Nathaniel, or is there any more nasal remouldings to this story?"

This amused her and she clearly relaxed with the thought of her current Lover.

"I stayed faithful to Jon for about 6 months, which is as close to being celibate as can be until one night at a party I met Nat. The attraction was immediate and his advances that night were more than welcome, even though he was seducing me right there in front of my husband. I knew that he could tell that Jon was no threat and I was impressed that he was not mean or dismissive to him."

The attraction was immediate.

"So Jon was there that very night you met him. Was his colour a factor in your attraction?" I asked.

"I had never dated or been with a Black Man before and the idea of going with him was exciting to me. Although he didn't come home with me that night, his phone number did, and I arranged a date with him the next day.

"So he gave you his number as Jon watched did he? And Jon did nothing about it. That's interesting to know." I commented.

"No! That's not how it went. Jon asked him for it just before we left the party."


Melanie - Part Two

Friday, 16 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - "We’ll just say sorry in nine months time.”

“But look at those guy’s bulges. Should we take the risk?”

“Shall we tell our hubbies we’ve pulled two big Black Men for dates tonight.”

“Yeah! Why not? Its not as if they haven’t been cuckolded before.”

“Well. My Dean wants to start a family so I’m off the pill right now.”

“Me too. Gary is hoping for a little boy.”

“But look at those guy’s bulges. Should we take the risk?”

“Hell yes! We’ll just say sorry in nine months time.”

Thursday, 15 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - "i guess its the next step."

"It’s a CB6000s restraint for you."

“I guess its the next step now that you have a regular Black Lover.”

“It will mean that you will have something restricting your erections for the rest of your life. Can you handle that?”

“Of course I can. It also means that I shan’t be able to ‘handle’ my willy any more.”

“That’s it then. It’s a CB6000s restraint for you.”

“What does the ‘s’ stand for?”

“Small! Short! Slight! Scant! You name it. That’s you.”

"Do they have a 't' size by any chance?"

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - "Can we go and find a bed?"

“I told my husband that I was going to have you fuck me all night."

“I told my husband that I was going to have you fuck me all night and that I was going to drain you of every last drop of seed.”

“Sounds fine Darlin! But just one thing though!”

“What’s that my lovely big black bull?”

“Can we go and find a bed. These stairs are putting my back out. And we don’t want that do we.”

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - Big Jacko has a pool in his back garden.

“Seems to me that you might have had a really
busy time in that pool this afternoon my Sweet.”

“Did you know that Big Jacko has a pool in his back garden?”

“Not until i received a little film of you and him this afternoon Dear.”

“Oh that. I asked him to send it to you. Just so you understand how it is between my Master and me.”

“i already knew that my little slut of a Wife. But who took the film; was it Jacko’s brother? You know, the other Black Man you call Master and who fucks you whenever he likes.”

“Er. Yes.”

“Seems to me that you might have had a really busy time in that pool this afternoon my Sweet.”

“You could say that cucky.”

Monday, 12 December 2016

Daily Cuckold - “Who has just texted you Dear?"

"Since when were you his PA?" 

“Who has just texted you Dear? Anyone i know?”

“My Boss. He wants me to go with him to New York next month as his Personal Assistant.”

“i see. Since when were you his PA? You work in Accounts. His usual PA is old Mrs Strang.”

“Because Mrs Strang won’t dress up nice for him, go to dinner with him, party with him and then go to bed and open her legs for him. That’s why.”

“Then i had better help you pack, i wouldn’t want you to miss such a nice trip like that.”

“I’m so lucky to have a hubby like you. Thank you for being so understanding.”

“And i am so lucky to be cuckolded by a Wife such as you My Love.”

Sunday, 11 December 2016

A Cuckold's Life

Accepting that another man regularly sees your Wife's nakedness and enjoys her body as his Girlfriend can create some angst in many new cuckolds. That is until he realises that she loves the better man and that he is the lesser of the two men in her life.

Saturday, 10 December 2016

The Story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james

Chapter 12 - The Talk - Part Two

My Wife - Jackson's Black Owned Mistress

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

Chapter Eleven - The Talk - Part  One

I couldn't believe my ears. "Sorry Jackson. What did you just say? Am I correct. Did you just say to me that you want us to be your 'Black Owned Couple'? Whatever that means."

"That's correct cj. Instead of Elaine and me being a happy loving couple, I want us to become a 'happy trio'," Jackson replied. "Just like your best friends are with Bruno."

He remained quietly examining me as he judged my reaction to this bombshell. "I am not a gay man Jackson. There are some things I will not do; cuckold or not," I said in defiance, "and I am surprised that you lean that way. Besides, up until Sunday I thought that Elaine and me were the happy couple."

He laughed and smiled tolerantly at my assertion of my sexuality.  "You are, and you will continue to be cj. Except now you have an additional aspect to your marriage. Me! Your Wife's Lover. Her Master!"

"Please stop saying that Jackson. But you did not respond to my question about your leanings. Are you bisexual?"

"I have no leanings, as you put it, in that direction cj," he replied, "but just so you know, I have in the past educated other husbands in the more personal arts of cuckoldry while at the same time conducting passionate affairs with their Wives. Once the training was complete they were happy and content in their skin and understood the meaning of being mastered by their Wife's Lover. Effectively I removed the angst of being cuckolded and led them into acceptance of their status in their marriage. And subsequently to embrace their new way of life."

Cuckold understood the meaning of being mastered by their Wife's Lover

The shock must have showed on my face and we sat in silence for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds. "Are you telling me that Elaine and you are training me to be a good cuckold, to accept a new way of life? Is that what this is all about? Fucking training?" I exclaimed.

"Partly," he responded smoothly, as if I had not raised my voice at all, "with two major differences."

"Which are?" 'You bastard!'

"Firstly. I'm not a heartless bastard as you may be thinking right now, and I was always very fond of all the ladies I have had relations with; and I have always left them, and their husbands with affectionate memories and a new dynamic in the relationship between them. A cuckold marriage no less. But Elaine is different because I have fallen in love with her, and she with me. The thing is, she loves you too and, although I have never asked her, I know it would be a terrible thing to do to you both if I tried to take her from you. She has already told me that she couldn't live without you, or me for that matter, hence we must become a happy trio and I, with your acceptance and enthusiasm, am obliged to apply my skills."

"And the second?" Was my astounded question.

"Unlike some previous husbands who needed lengthy, delicate and persuasive encouragement, you seem to have taken all that has happened since Sunday in your stride. If I may say so, you seem to be enjoying the whole thing. Or is it a question of - if you can't fight them - join them?"

I did not respond because in all truth I didn't know if I was enjoying the whole cuckold thing or not, and I was lost for words. Jackson, by his own admission was a serial seducer of other men's Wives and had trained their husbands to enjoy, or at least accept the fact. 'Christ! Is this man raving or a fucking genius?' I thought.

"I haven't lost my marbles, if that is what you are thinking cj." 'Fuck. He's reading my thoughts again.' "I swear to you that everything is true." I didn't doubt him, but I wondered if the story he was giving me would be the one his lady friends and their husbands would give me.

Once again the conversation halted as we both took stock of the revelations. I spoke first. "So Jackson. You are an experienced ladies man. Does Elaine know about your colourful history? I thought I would ask because I think she should know, don't you think?"

"Yes of course she knows," he replied, "it was one of the first things I told her about myself. In fact she didn't ................"

"Just what is it I am supposed to know boys?" Elaine asked from the doorway with a bucket and mop in her hands.

Jackson broke in before I had a chance to do so. "About my previous Girlfriends and their husbands My Darling," 'Smooth bastard!' "I was also telling cj about our plans."

"Oh that!" Was her offhand reply. "I knew all about that before we even met. Maddie told me." 'Her again. She and I are going to have a long conversation when we next meet.'

"But its you I want a word with James." She continued. "Have you any idea what a bloody mess you made down here last night?" It was a rhetorical question that, after five years of marriage, I knew better than to answer. "All I have been doing all morning is clearing up muddy carpets and wooden flooring, my dress is ruined, and ................."

Elaine took off on one of her rants. They were nice rants, pretty rants, but rants nonetheless. I nodded and looked sheepish when my experience told me to, and I provided the appropriate 'yes' or 'no' as required. Knowing my lovely Wife the way I do I did not dare remind her that the reason the house was in a state was because at the time that I was making the mess, she had been enjoying Jackson's large dark cock in my bed. I really do know when to keep my head down low when I am being scolded.

I glanced across at Jackson and in expectation of seeing amusement, I was stunned to see a haunted look on his face and just a slight moistening around the eyes. I said nothing and thought it better to wait and then ask if he was O.K., that is until my Wife had finished her tirade.

Elaine eventually ran out of steam and flounced away with her mop and bucket so we were left in companionable silence after the mini typhoon had gone. Although I was plucking up courage to ask Jackson what had brought down his mood, it was him who spoke first.

"Do you know how lucky you are cj?" I said nothing because he clearly had something on his mind. "You have just been scolded by the woman who loves you. If she didn't, she would not have scolded you. Do you realise that?"

"I must admit Jackson, that I have never felt a sense of luck when in receipt of one of Elaine's tirade's. What are you getting at?"

"As I have told you cj. I have had many Lovers, but not one of them ever felt emotionally close enough to me to risk a scolding or a negative word. It's the assumption of intimacy, acceptance and tolerance that empowers the person doing the scolding to do so without risk of damaging her loving relationship."

I took stock of this sad and introspective response and thought it better to lighten the mood. "Its called love mate! But if you want, I could arrange for Elaine to give you a good old fashioned 'stand up bollocking' if you like. You can have no idea just how lucky you feel after one of those."

It was the first time I had heard him laugh and we both knew that a wall had just been knocked down. Suddenly we were relaxed in each others company.

Once again there was a silence between us as we contemplated just what to say next. Jackson had laid his cards out, sort of; at least I now knew what and who I was dealing with but I had a decision to make. And something that I needed to say. The ball was in my court.

"If I said yes to your training what are the ground rules. Oh yes! I want Elaine here to listen to what we have to say."

Jackson called for Elaine to come in from cleaning the mud off the stairs. She entered the kitchen muttering darkly about lazy men and stupid ideas but closed her mouth as she felt the sudden stillness in the room.

"cj has declared himself amenable to training," he told my Wife (I hadn't but I let it pass),"but he wants to know the .......... Er! Ground rules was it?"

"Pretty much," I replied without further elaboration, " but I guess it should be me asking the questions. However I would like to hear what the rules or conventions are first."

Elaine put down her bucket and mop and moved closer to us both; sitting half way between us I noticed. Although she pretended to be cool and calm, her lip quivered and her voice wavered when she spoke. "So this is where it all comes down to how we go on from here," she said quietly, "Isn't it?"

"Yes Dear. It does," answered Jackson. 'Since when do you get to call my Wife 'Dear', you git!', reaching out for her hand, "this is the moment that I said would happen. So you must be strong."

Elaine's hand squeezed Jackson's as her lovely boyant chest heaved under the tee-shirt. My Wife was nervous - very nervous.

"Firstly cj, there are no rules other than, 'All's fair in love and war'. That's it!"

'Facile! Not good enough! You're nervous too Jacko!'

"I apologize for seeming too simplistic," he continued, "but there are however, some conventions that should be followed. For everyone's sake."

This confirmed that this supposedly self certain man was in a place, despite all of his original experience of adulterous relationships, that he had never been before. This was new ground - for all of us.

Breathing in deeply he continued. "The first, and most important convention is that nobody suffers unduly. You can interpret this as the cuckold's humiliation and anxiety should not become intolerable for him. Neither should the Wife' sense of guilt overcome her." He looked less anxious as he spoke. But the next convention I saw made him uneasy. "The second convention is the rule of 'Three Attempts'." He said while looking straight into my eyes.

"I thought there were no rules,' I asked sarcastically, "but the first seems fair. Could you please explain what the 'three attempt' thing is?"

"It's more of a recommendation really," he replied, "and we have found that it really works. It means that anything that a new cuckold is asked to do in the course of his Wife's mating with her Master should be tried twice. If he decides at the third attempt that he still doesn't like what he has been obliged to do, he can say no."

"And if our cuckold does like it, or at least finds whatever it is acceptable. What does he say then?" I asked, slightly less sarcastically and with some interest.

Jackson smiled at my question as he replied. "Well I guess he says something like, 'Let's do it more often' or 'I am happy to do that again' or 'Thank you Master'. Take your pick cj. Or sometimes you just do whatever it is for fourth time and then forever after, like most cuckolds do; the message is pretty clear after that."

Sometimes you just do it for a fourth time and then forever after.

 I needed clarification. "So there is no coercion at all. No expectations or judgement. All voluntary, is that correct?"

"Yes cj. But I would prefer a commitment from you for enthusiasm and open mindedness. That's if you say yes of course."

I pondered for a moment. I needed to choose my words carefully. "Now I have something to say that you both need to hear and understand." His face grew still and wary, while Elaine froze with one hand still in the air on its way to stroke back a loose hair across her face.

"Go on james. Say it please." 'Does he know what I am going to say?'

I breathed in and summoned the courage. "Jackson! I think you already know that Elaine is the love of my life," he nodded and tears sprung to Elaine's eyes, "but I am only going to say this once and never say it again, so please don't forget it. I shall play the role of the compliant and submissive cuckold to the best of my ability and who knows, I may even enjoy it. But if you ever deliberately hurt Elaine either physically or mentally you will see another side of me that nobody ever sees. I have lived in South London all of my life and I know people who will do anything for a few quid so I am sorry but you need to know this. Do we understand each other?"

Elaine had tears coursing down her face. She clearly hadn't heard everything I said; all she had heard was the threat.

Jackson on the other hand was all smiles. "Brilliant cj. We have an understanding. I have heard similar cautions before but never quite so vehemently, and I can assure you Elaine is in no danger of pain from me." It wasn't a caution mate. If you hurt her it will become reality pretty damn quick.' 

I was suddenly confronted by a tearful Wife who was thoroughly pissed off with me - again. "Trust you to spoil the moment James. Why did you have to threaten Jackson? We were all getting along so nicely. If nothing else, Jackson is a guest in this house. Why are you smiling? Don't you bloody well mock me!"

"Elaine! It's O.K. James was just stating his one proviso and he is right to do so because he hardly knows me and he loves you. He also agreed to our new way of life. Didn't you hear him say so? He's said he will be our cuckold and accept my guidance. I am right aren't I - cuckold-james?" The kitchen suddenly became quiet as we realised that Jackson had chosen to make the point of my cuckoldry immediately. 

I nodded in agreement. The dye was cast, I had made a commitment and suddenly felt a wave of excitement engulf me. Such was my excitement that I felt my restraint start to fill with my tiny 'cotton reel' getting bigger.

Elaine had quickly dried her tears and had come over to me and had put her arms around my neck. "I'm sorry. Thank you Jimmy. I love you." she whispered, "But I had better get back to clearing up your mess."

"How are you feeling cj?" He asked, "I see your lump has grown a little. Is your decision taking effect already? Do you feel ready to start soon?"

"Let's not rush our fences Jackson. I think it would be better to let nature take its course."

He thought about this for a second and then agreed. "You know best cj but I have a plan for this evening. I want you to prepare Elaine for a date with me tonight. I want you to take her up to the West End and buy her a nice dress to replace the damaged one and some underwear that you know I will enjoy slowly removing from her after our date. We shall only be gone for a couple of hours and I shall be bringing her back here afterwards so you won't feel deserted for too long. How does all that sound as a beginning to our journey."

It seemed perfectly O.K. to me and said so, but then another thought struck me. "What about my little cage. Do I have to wear it all the time. I guess that is what I'm assuming, but what are the rules - sorry - conventions."

He scratched his nose, but I knew it was a deflection to cover his amusement. "Most cuckolds wear it all the time at home and, as I said earlier, they keep two and sometimes more as spares for hygienic and, shall we say," he paused, "other purposes."

I missed the implication, but had some more questions. "And what about at work, or on the beach or gymnasium and so forth? That can be tricky can't it? Everyday movement and toilets etcetera." The more I thought of it, the more issues arose.

Again he smiled at the thought. "The 'cage' as you put it is symbolic of your new way of life, but it is true that they are not fit for use in those circumstances, there is nevertheless a way to remind you every moment of your day."

"When I bought it, I hadn't thought beyond yesterday. It now seems to be have become a permanent feature of my life overnight. So what is the answer for wearing it at work."

"You don't," he replied, "you wear something else around your private parts." He saw my confusion and continued. "Other cuckolds wear ribbons, straps, chains or you name it, in a tightish loop under their balls and over the base of the penis. It usually has some significance to his life and may bear the initials of his Wife, or her Lover or both. The options are limitless and very personal."

"I see," I replied, "I have quite a lot to think about and I have some purchases to make I guess."

"That's all good then," said Jackson, "I need to spend some time in the office this afternoon and its nearly midday already so I'll just go and find Elaine and let her know about meeting her tonight. I think that eight o'clock would be a good time don't you?" I nodded. "Remember cj. Enjoy getting her ready for our date tonight, because you will be doing so many times again in the future."

He left the kitchen in search of Elaine who, at that moment had finished the cleaning and was upstairs in the bedroom getting changed.

"I have to go to work my Love," I heard him say to my almost naked Wife, "but you and I are on a date this evening and then back here for the rest of the night. cj is taking you to Bond Street to pick up a few nice things to wear and then come back here to help you get ready. I'll be here at eight to pick you up. How does that sound my sweet?"

 "cj will be very good at preparing me to please you." 

"Perfect Master," was her happy reply as she kissed him passionately, "cj will be very good at preparing me to please you; I just know it. He helped me last night you know, and I'm pretty sure that he enjoyed it. So now we all know where we stand, I will give you everything you want in mine and cj's bed tonight. If you thought I was passionate before just wait until you and me are as one, with cj there to serve us."

I heard all of this from the bottom of the stairs and to my surprise, or to be really honest - no surprise at all, I felt excitement at the thought of the lascivious night she was promising him. And me for that matter. 'Serve us? What the fuck?'

They broke the kiss after just a few seconds and Jackson replied. "I can't wait to see what kind of job cj is going to make of making you ready for me. I am sure it will be perfect. As for your plans for me tonight, I shall be thinking about them all afternoon, however I have to go in and take a big order for some German wines for a customer. I should also ring Terry and get him to bring the car round. So I'm going to love you and leave you."

Elaine made disappointed noises but she knew he had to go, but as he descended the stairs he spoke to her over his shoulder. "If everything goes alright tonight we shall take cj down to Mede Manor tomorrow. He can have a chat with John and maybe Jennifer if she's not otherwise engaged."

'Mede Manor? Where had I heard that name before? And where the hell are we going?

Jackson made his phone call and we stood chatting for a while, until I said something that I regretted immediately. "I guess it will take little while for us to get used to this new lifestyle." I said in all innocence.

"Have you not listened to a word I have been saying cuckold?" Jackson said with a vehemence that shook me and made me a little nervous, because I had clearly annoyed him. "A 'lifestyle' is what pretentious twerps call their modern furniture or some other pointless activity. Lifestyle is for poseurs. You my dear cuckold - are about to undertake a completely new way of living. A living that is fundamentally different to everything you ever thought you knew. The life of a compliant cuckolded husband." I could see something in his eyes as he continued. "Now do we understand each other?" He emphasized the 'we' as to remind me of my warning just an half hour earlier.

"Yes Mas... Jackson. It's what I meant really." I replied in a timid manner. 'Oh shit! I nearly called him Master.'

There was a car horn outside in the road and, as I looked out of the window I could see a beautiful dark grey top of the range Mercedes pulled up outside our house.

"I have to go cj and I shall see you both just before eight tonight." He moved towards the front door and opened it letting in a damp and warm smell of drying rain and burnt wood. "Lifestyle for heaven's sake.  What were you thinking?" He laughed out loud as he exited the door.

As I followed him to the door, for no apparent reason I glanced across the road at where I had stood the night before. What I saw caused me to shake uncontrollably. The tree that I had stood under was in blackened ruins; its branches blown away into the gardens nearby and onto the pavement. Council workers had cleared the road and were starting to cut the dead tree down.

"I feel sick," I said as my knees went and I sat down weakly onto the doorstep.

"James! Whatever is the matter?" It was Elaine, who had come down the stairs after putting on some clothes. "What did you do?"

Jackson had turned round to see what the problem was and stood looking back at his white faced shaking cuckold.

"I stood under that tree last night. That's where I watched the two of you Er! You know."

Elaine's face turned red with anger, "You stood under a tree in the biggest thunderstorm in the last ten years. Are you out of your mind? I can't believe that you have been so bloody stupid. It must have been the big bang that we heard."

I thought her attitude was a bit rich given the reason I was there in the first place. 'It's a wonder that you heard the lightning strike. You were having a 'big bang' of your own at the time - the two of you.'
Elaine had not finished with me. She waved goodbye to Jackson with a smile then turned to me with a scowl, "Never in my life have I met someone that stupid. I could have been a widow by this morning .... blah! ....blah! ....blah!" And off she went into one of her diatribes.

Jackson had a smile on his dark brown face as he looked at the weedy little cuckold being harangued by his Black Owned Mistress. "Remember cj. It's because she loves you. See you tonight."

"You can sit here if you like mate." I replied. And he laughed again.

"Hey Jackson," he turned back towards me, "I accept it all. But I won't call you Master - ever." I said smiling awkwardly at the ridiculousness of my position.

He smiled back. "You will cj. Not yet maybe, but you will."

To follow:

Chapter 13 - Date Night - Part One