Sunday, 30 April 2017

A Cuckold's Conversation

It can be both humiliating and arousing for a cuckold to have his penis locked away. It is even more so when your lovely Wife jokes about your little restraint.

Saturday, 29 April 2017

The Story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james

Chapter 15 - Date Night - Part Three

Date night.

For Chapters One to Thirteen - Click here.

For Date Night -Part Two - click here.

'What the hell are you playing at? You stupid man, if indeed that is what you are now?' I thought to myself as I left the bedroom to answer the door. 'You are stark naked except for a small device on your little  penis, your Wife was now dressed beautifully for the pleasure of the man who was now ringing on the bell ready to take her out on a date. Are you man or mouse? Don't answer that!' 

In just a few days my life had been turned upside down, starting with Elaine's so called 'seduction' on that beach on the South Coast and now here I was, after she had spent the previous night with her Lover in our marriage bed, going down the stairs to let him in. Jackson, the erudite and charming seducer of my Wife, the black stud who she now routinely refers to as her 'Master', was the cause of the demise of my manly status.

To cap it all, I had inadvertently referred to Jackson as 'our Master' to Elaine as I had helped her dress for her date with him even though I had told him that I would never call him that just a few hours before; furthermore Elaine was now insisting that I call her 'Mistress'. If I possessed any resistance to this assault on my manliness before then what little I had was rapidly dwindling.

"Yes Mistress!" I had replied when she had told me to let 'our Master in' and had not even thought of looking for clothes to put on. I was clearly taking Elaine's assertion that she wanted me to be naked when preparing her for dates to heart, so it seemed natural for a cuckold like me to go to the door to greet her lover in a humiliating state of undress. So it was with all of these thoughts rattling around in my head that I unlatched the lock and swung open the door.

"Hey cj," was his friendly, laughing greeting as I crept behind the door so as not to reveal my nakedness to the people in the road, "nice to see you're getting into the swing of things." I nodded to him but lowered my eyes in embarrassment, "Is my Lady ready for our big night?"

"Just finished Ma.... Er Jackson." I replied in what I thought to be an appropriately deferential Manner, "she will be down directly." It was a curious thing, but to be naked amongst the clothed can often bring out the timid side of people, and I was no exception. He did not appear to have noticed my near slip up, but I knew he had; heavens knows that I had almost done it earlier. 'What's the matter with you?' You seem to be welcoming this.'

Like a good servant should (when did I become so willing to serve?), I followed Jackson into the kitchen and waited for further comment on my nakedness but none was forthcoming. "Have you prettied her up for me cj?" he asked - pointlessly I thought. 'Is he a little uncomfortable with me standing here in all of my pinkness?'

"It wasn't difficult Jackson, she's already quite lovely don't you think?"

He looked directly at me as if to judge the implications or hidden meaning of my comment, "I think Elaine is one of the loveliest women I have ever known cj. Inside and out! She's as gentle and loving as she is pretty. A great combination don't you think?"

This was the moment that confirmed what I had already suspected. Jackson was in love with my Wife and this was a delicate situation that needed expert handling. And with a sudden realisation I knew that I could fuck this whole thing up for all three of us if I wanted to. Elaine is a loving, albeit mischievous woman, who cares deeply for two men; one of them a well-hung passionate Black Lover and the other her accepting, devoted little cuckold husband - me!

"I can understand why you, and other men, would want her Jackson. She is, as you so rightly say, a good combination," I replied, trying to make some kind of common ground between us, "and as for me, I am trying to be my very best at this cuckolding thing. So it seems that we both have strong feelings for my Wife." 'That's it James, just remind him whose Wife she is.'

Jackson gave me a broad white-toothed smile and replied to the points I had just made. "Yes we do have strong feelings for Elaine, and thanks for reminding me that she is your Wife. I think I already knew that." 'Shit! Second guessed again!'

"But cj, we are where we are at the moment," he continued, "and we both have agreed, have we not, that our most important priority is Elaine." 

I couldn't remember any such thing but I nodded anyway. "Of course she is! It's just that I don't know if I am enjoying being a cuckold in this way, or hating it, or both!" I replied.

Jackson treated me, the house and half of South London to one of his booming laughs. Reaching out both of his arms he clutched my bony white shoulders with his big ebony hands. "cj that's dead easy. Don't over think it. You have the perfect cuckold's pleasure measuring instrument encased in that little plastic cage," he said with his face within inches of my own, "the tighter it feels, the more you like it. And vice versa of course."

"I see!" I stammered in reply.

"Remember. Your pride and a false sense of your manliness might be telling you one thing, but the penis never lies." He said while looking directly into my eyes.

'That's bollocks!' I thought, but decided to humour him by nodding again like one of those toy dogs we used to see in the back windows of cars.

"You don't believe me?" 'Fuck! He's seen through me again. "Let us have little experiment shall we?"

I said nothing as he stepped away from me and with his smile still playing across his face, he continued with the challenge. "I am going to take Elaine out tonight and tell her how much I feel about her. And when we arrive back here, I am going to take her up to the bedroom, strip her naked and make love to her all night. And you my little cuckold will kneel by the bed and watch me making your Wife go mad with desire for my strong body and big black rod."

He stopped talking and pointed down at my penis, "The case is proven Your Honour!" he exclaimed loudly.

And he was right. My 'cotton reel' had now doubled in size and was now so swollen that it felt uncomfortable in its cage. 'Smug bastard!'

"What are you two up to now? And what is all the laughing about."

"What are you two up to now?"

Jackson and I stood as one in admiration of my sexy Wife. Her see-through wrap left little to the imagination and showed off her beautiful curves to great effect. The room was still and quiet as both of us, Master and cuckold caught our breath at the sight of her loveliness.

"Close your mouths boys," she said playfully, "you might catch some flies. Oh and cj?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied. 

"Try not to wipe your feet on this little thing," she said sarcastically while waiving the hem around to demonstrate its transparent quality.

"No Mistress," I replied, much to Jackson's amusement and approval of my use of the word 'Mistress'.

Jackson moved back in to my space again and placed his hands where they had been before. "Everything! But everything we three are doing at the moment is for your benefit cj," he said looking intently into my eyes with his nose just inches from my own. 'I shall have to remember that when my Wife wraps her legs around your back tonight and you enter her with that huge manhood of yours,' I reflected with some cynicism. "It may not seem like it at first," he continued, "but believe you are up to the challenge. More so than many I think!"

What the hell did that mean? Am I a pushover or as enthusiastic as he said I am. More to the point - am I enjoying the whole thing? Maybe I need to clear my mind of what is holding me back from total capitulation. What is holding me back? Pride? Old fashioned sense of decency? My total emotional dependency on Elaine.'

One thing was certain, not once had I felt angry, hurt, heartbroken or any other sense of angst that a real man would be expected to feel. Instead, I had accommodated it all; emotionally and physically. I had even bought a little penis cage and fitted the thing to my minuscule equipment for Christ's sake. Maybe the news that my best friend Alan had been a cuckold for longer that myself had smoothed my ruffled feathers.

"cj!" I broke out of my reverie instantly at the sound of Elaine's voice, "Master and me are off now and we'll be back at ten....."


She laughed briefly at my little joke, "Yes tonight, but there is something, if you wish to be a good cuckold, that you must not do tonight."

"Not do? That's interesting."

"You stay naked! You stay upstairs in our bedroom and wait for Master and me to come home. And finally, you do not answer the door to anyone." She said. No that's wrong! It was an instruction.

"Anything else Mistress?"

"Why are you still here? Get upstairs now!" There was no mistaking the tone so I slunk upstairs like a chastised pet dog. 

The front door closed and I was left alone in the main bedroom, just me and my little plastic friend. 'What the fuck do I do now?' I asked myself. 'Nothing cuckold! You have said that you would play this game. You can't just pop downstairs and watch television. Your new life must be taken seriously.'

'Your new life must be taken seriously.'

I had plenty of time to think about what was to happen when Jackson and Elaine (a.k.a. Mistress and Master) arrived back. I knew that he was going to make me kneel by the bed and watch as he makes her go wild for his big cock, but what was my role in all this? They had both said that I would be there to serve, but in what capacity? Maybe I should show willing before they come back?

I turned on the bedside light and busied myself with the bed covers. Folding them down  neatly so the duvet was a thin strip at the foot I made sure that as much of the bottom sheet was showing as possible. ' They will need lots of room.' I thought, but there was something missing.

They wouldn't care if I went downstairs if it was for the right reason. Would they?

In the front room was a vase of red roses that I had bought a few days before and the flowers were still in good condition. Taking one of the blooms, I hurriedly ran back upstairs then pulled the petals off the flower and scattered them on the bed sheet. As gestures go it was a pretty emphatic confirmation that I had accepted by cuckold status.

The bed looked beautiful and inviting. I instinctively knew that this signal would be understood and appreciated. 'The cuckold not only accepts, but he is enthusiastic and ready for the next step.' 

Such were the thoughts running around my mind when I heard the key in the front door.

"cj! Where are you?" Elaine's voice came up the stairs.

"Up here Mistress," I shouted, "I'm still in the bedroom."

"Good boy. Master and me will be up directly. We have something wonderful to tell you."

I heard the keys and locks being closed on the front door and then the footsteps on the stairs as the loving pair ascended to join me, who by then was kneeling submissively by the bed.

Elaine entered the room first and as she saw the pretty rearranged bed and its red petals she let out a gasp. "Oh God! Look what he has done to the bed. I'm so happy ........." She couldn't finish speaking because the tears of joy had started to flow.

"Don't cry Mistress," I said - suddenly horrified that I may have done the wrong thing, "I thought you and Master would like it. I'm so sorry ....." I didn't finish my sentence either as I collapsed under her weight and was enveloped in a loving and fragrant embrace by the woman I adored. Elaine and me were laughing together in a heap on the floor while Jackson stood over us smiling like a tolerant father.

"cj," said Jackson quietly, "this is a brilliant touch. I am so proud of you. You are proving to be a really good friend to us both and such an obedient cuckold. So as a reward, I now want you to stand up and undress your Wife for me, and after you have removed all of her clothes then you shall give her to me in a gesture of your willingness to serve us both. This will be the first time that I will ask this of you, but rest assured it will not be the last. Do you understand what you have to do?"

"Yes Mast.... Jackson." I replied looking up from the bed and over Elaine's shoulder - again nearly breaking my promise not to call him ''Master'.

Elaine and me scrambled to our feet like two naughty children. "You're loving all this, aren't you," she whispered as we stood up together. I said nothing but patted her pretty round arse cheeks while out of site of Jackson.

Jackson started to remove his shirt and trousers; turning to me he said, "Don't start until I say cj." 

It took less than twenty seconds for him to be naked and when ready he turned and looked me in the eye. He just said one word. "Proceed!"

Jackson stood with his arms folded directly in front of Mistress and watched as I gently unzipped the flimsy dress which dropped to the floor to reveal her lovely body in her equally pretty black and red trimmed underwear.

Like a huge brown rock he stood unmoving as l unfastened her bra to release her beautiful round breasts. A smile broke on his face as I knelt behind her and unfastened the tiny suspender ribbons that held her stockings in place - perhaps it was my dexterity (or lack of) that amused him, but after just a little while there a was a black lacy puddle at her feet. She was bare except for her knickers and there was little surprise  when Jackson's appreciation of her beauty started to affect his manhood.

In the low light of the bedside lamp, what at first had looked like a long piece of heavy black cable hanging from his groin down to the middle of his strong thighs, was now starting to expand and lift gently away from the vertical. 'About a ten degree angle." I thought as I looked at his dark manhood raising itself slowly but surely.

A little cough above my head reminded me that my work was not yet finished, "Don't get distracted cj," she said.

There was only one item of clothing left to remove - the important one - the one with great significance. Slipping my fingers under the flimsy waist band elastics, I eased the black panties down over her arse and her legs to join the pool of clothing at her feet. My Wife was now standing naked in front of her Master ready for his pleasure.

Time stood still for a moment as Jackson raised his eyes and looked directly at me as if to say, 'I am waiting.' I knew what was expected and wasted no further time.

"I prepared my Wife earlier for your appreciation. I hope she met with your approval." He nodded. "And now I present her to you as your willing Mistress. For your pleasure and hers."

He nodded again and took hold of Elaine's hand and led her to the bed, "Resume your position cj," he said as he lay down on his back pulling Elaine down to join him. Without being asked or manoeuvred, her head moved instinctively in the direction of his even more expanding and hardening cock. Gentle fingers and little white hands explored and stroked his dark and heavily veined manhood, raising it up too stand perpendicular from his groin.

I made a small noise of emotion as my Wife, or my Mistress, lowered her head down onto Master's (that word again) large pink bulbous glans. There was no question about it, I was aroused by the sight of Elaine pleasuring the cock of a real man and the tightness in my penis cage reminded of his words - 'the penis never lies'.

Shifting around on the bed, Elaine placed her legs either side of Jackson's head and then lowered her pretty pink pussy down onto his face. It was a soixante-neuf - in my view as lovely picture of mutual pleasuring as would be my privilege ever to witness. It was as beautiful as it was erotic and as I knelt beside the bed I knew that I was seeing two young Lovers do something that they had done many times before. 

It was as beautiful as it was erotic.
For some minutes as she manipulated his manhood inside her mouth and he lapped expertly at her labia I was captivated by the sight of them mutually pleasuring each other, so it was with some surprise when they wordlessly parted. It was as if they were one, in a well practised move Elaine slid around the bed as Jackson rolled expertly over her and positioned himself between Elaine's wide open legs. It was time for the main act and I was kneeling next to the stage.

Elaine smiled up at her Master and reached for his now thick, blood engorged, large rock-hard organ. "Just one moment Master, let me tell cj the news before we start."

Jackson clearly hadn't expected this interruption but waived his hand in my direction, "Now is as good a time as any," he replied with some agitation.

"I said I had some wonderful news cj," she gushed.

I looked over at Jackson and had some sympathy for this interruption to his mating with my lovely Wife. 'Why sympathy? He's about to fuck Elaine. Are you now fully integrated as their cuckold?'

"Yes Dear, what is it?"

"Bruno, Maddie and Alan are going to formalise their way of life," she said. 

I said nothing, but a feeling of impending doom washed over me.

"They are going to be married."

"Sorry! Alan and Madeleine are already husband and Wife."

"Yes! But Bruno is going to take them both as his in a polyamouric marriage. On Sunday at Mede Manor. And we're invited."

I didn't have time to answer or ask the obvious question because at that moment 'Master' penetrated my Wife with his thick, bulbous headed cock. And from the noise she made I knew that conversation was out of the question. So like the good cuckold that I was so rapidly becoming, I settled down to watch.

Friday, 28 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - What Else Can A Cuckold Do?

“I want you to shave it for me.”

“I want you to shave it for me.”
“Why? Has something changed in your relationship with Kwamie?”
“No! He just thinks that you, as my husband, should be doing more to make me more desirable.”
“i buy your underwear for you i help you get ready for dates and i run you to his place when you spend the night with him. What else can a cuckold do?”
“Well, he also said that he would let you lick my pussy after he has cum if you clear all the hairs off.”
“I’ll just get my razor.”

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - So I Am Okay As I Am?

“Do you think Master will like me the way I am Dear?"

“Do you think Master will like me the way I am Dear? I’m not a bit overdressed do you think.”
“You look perfect my Love; very classy. He will enjoy stripping you naked and fucking you like a whore. And, as your husband, i shall like thinking of him doing so.”
“So I am okay as I am?”
“Well you could ditch the hat. i don’t think you need to wear it in bed do you?”
“Thank you cucky! I can always rely on your good taste.”

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - It’s very small but it fits perfectly.

"I know it’s what you want as well.”

“Okay! I want to see you fucked by a Big Black Man. There! I said it”
“Are you sure about this? Do you really want to see me stretch out naked on our bed, open my legs wide, have a large Black Stud lay on top of me and then penetrate me with a large pussy stretching cock?”
“I’ve said it twice now. This is exactly what I want. And I know it’s what you want as well.”
“Do you know what a penis restraint is?”
“Of course I do. I already have one. It’s very small but it fits perfectly.”
“Then I shall give Big James a ring. He’s fucked me before. I bet you didn’t know that did you.”
“Of course I did. Why do you think I asked you? And why do you think I now have a little cage?”
“Oh whose clever little cuckold then!”

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - Where’s His Dignity

"Is that a collar he’s putting round his neck?"

“What’s going on up there. It all looks very involved Dear.”
“Matilda’s Boyfriend just turned up and is going to take her away for the afternoon.”
“Then what is he doing with Reg, her husband? Is that a collar he’s putting round his neck? And what is Reg putting on his ‘little chap’? Is that a cage?”
“Oh lucky old Reg. He’s going to go with Mattie and her Lover and witness their mating. See how happy he is as he’s led away on a lead.”
“I don’t see how he could be that happy, being led away like a slave like that. Where’s his dignity?”
“Well you’re about to find out. My Lover Darnel just turned up and he’s come fully equipped. In more ways than one.”

Monday, 24 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - Our Private Arrangement

i like to sit in the corner of the room and watch.

It’s our little private arrangement between my Wife, her Lover and me. We call it our ‘We don’t mind’ arrangement. i don’t mind that my Wife has a well hung Black Lover. My Wife doesn’t mind if her Lover takes liberties with her (she quite likes it actually). Her Lover doesn’t mind if she is wearing knickers when he arrives for a date with her (he enjoys ripping them from her sweet young body). And finally we all don’t mind that i like to sit in the corner of the room and watch.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

A Cuckold's Life

I would like a pound sterling for every time I have waited downstairs in a hotel lobby for my Jen to finish a long session with her Lover of that time. The sniggers of the hotel staff and the patient smile of the Receptionist who has seen it all before, make the humiliating experience all the more poignant but nonetheless enjoyable.

Saturday, 22 April 2017

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

Oh! What it would be like to know that she cuckolds you? It would be an honour to know that she belongs to another man.

Her Black Master wouldn't want those pretty breasts
burnt, so her hubby hands her something to protect
them from the sun. It's what a caring cuckold does.

Her hubby knows that such beauty should be
shared and tenderly kissed before and after her
Lover has spent the night in her bed.

My young Wife always loves to wear the beautiful
things her Lover bring her to wear. My joy is that
I love to help her put them on.

Beautiful Anne. Who among us would resent this lovely
lady going off into the night to spend time in her Lover's bed.

Cuckold knows that soon he will understand
what it means to be the father of another
man's child. And his Wife's sweet smile
tells him that his humiliation will soon be

Young and beautiful, she stares back at you
as you beg her not to go to his bed. But you
know that pretty bra will soon be removed
by his large and gentle hands which will stroke
the pretty breasts that you once thought
would belong to you alone. Such is the life
of a newly cuckolded husband.

Friday, 21 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - Can i have a large one of those please?

"Are you celebrating something?"

“Why the champagne Dear. Are you celebrating something?”
“Oh hi Luv! Jomo has just popped out to get some more. We thought you would want to celebrate with us.”
“That’s nice of you both. But why ………. why are you celebrating?”
“Well it’s really good news. It will be so wonderful ……………”
“Oh shit! He’s knocked you up hasn’t he. My Wife’s Black Lover has put a ‘mini me’ in her. If i didn’t feel cuckolded before, i do now! Can i have a large one of those please?”

Thursday, 20 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - Are You Coming To Join Us Later?

"i seem to have done a really good job in
getting you ready for a night with him.”

How do I look Dear?”
“Sensational Dearest. i seem to have done a really good job in getting you ready for a night with him.”
“Yes you have. And thank you. Are you coming up to join us later? I think I might need your lovely soft tongue later tonight.”
“I have some tidying up to do down here first and i shall wait until he’s cum in you a couple of times before i come into our bedroom and do my cleaning duties.“
“Sounds perfect cucky!”

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - My Lovely Unfaithful Wife

“i have never thought you were faithful."

“i have never thought you were faithful. In fact i know that you were not.”
“What do you mean? I have always been very careful that you shouldn’t find out.”
“Henry, Kenzo and Devan to name but three Black Men who have had you in their bed. Should i go on?”
“No! Please don’t. If you have always known, then why are you still here?”
“Because i am a born cuckold. And it was me who set you up with dates with all of them. That was my gift to you. My lovely unfaithful Wife!”

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - Do i like what Dear?

Do you like them?

“Do you like them?”
“Do i like what Dear?”
“My nipple pins. My new Boyfriend bought them for me. Do you like them?”
“Yes! i suppose i do. But there is something i’m not too fond of though.”
“And that is?”
“The fact that my Wife walks in here telling me that she has a Boyfriend. New or not. How long have you been seeing him?”
“Ever since I have had my nipple pins. About six months you blind cuckold!”

Monday, 17 April 2017

Daily Cuckold - There’s no fooling you.

"that’s his shirt you’re wearing, isn’t it.”

“Did you sleep well Dear.”
“Yes thank you. Do you want a cup of tea? How was night shift by the way?”
“Yes I will have a cup. I had to run it all because my Boss wasn’t in. I can see why now; that’s his shirt you’re wearing, isn’t it.”
“Mmmmm! You noticed. He’s upstairs and wants a word with you.”
“I think I can guess. He wants me on permanent nights. Was it your idea?”
“There’s no fooling you is there cuckold.”

Sunday, 16 April 2017

In Your Imagination

In my imagination I see a gentle cuckold demonstrating his total subservience to his Wife as she leaves for a night in her Lover's bed.

Showing devotion is a cuckold's duty.

What do you see in your imagination fellow cuckolds?

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Cuckold Counsellor - Jonathan Part One

Cuckold Counsellor

Jonathan Part One

I now had a clearer view of the history between Melanie, Jonathan and Nathaniel, if only from Mel's perspective. However, as I drove back to Bromley from Sevenoaks I couldn't help thinking about Jonathan and the dynamics between him and his Wife Mel, her Black Boyfriend Nat and little Julie. One thing I did know was that Jon, as Melanie referred to him, was a cuckold of some years.

He was a young man who possesses inadequate 'equipment' for physically loving his Wife although I knew, even without meeting him, that he clearly loves her and that she loves him. But does he feel the same about the beautiful baby Julie who Nathaniel and his Wife had made together. Was Jon a total submissive? One thing was certain, I needed to meet this guy because there must be more to him than meets the eye.

And Nathaniel, my Wife Jen's former Lover, what are his thoughts on this? Is Melanie just another pretty white vessel for his pleasure or is there attachment here too. Does he care about, or even care for, his Mistress's husband? Does he even acknowledge his existence?

"I can tell you something," I said to Jen as we sat down to dinner that night, "she doesn't like you. That pretty little thing knew you were at it with Nat in Corfu [holiday cuckold] and I can tell you she is one smart cookie."

Jen's face turned a red colour as she realised that she and Nat had not been as clever as they had thought. "Oh dear! I was so hoping to see the baby. What is she like by the way?"

"Julie? Beautiful! She has Mel's features and Nat's colouring - of course."

"Of course!" She replied meaningfully. It was a simple statement, but was loaded with significance for Melanie and her little family - ours too. "Well if there was ever an expert to help this little feller, then it's you."

I smiled ruefully and replied, "Derek Grant - Cuckold Counsellor - at your service madam!"

Jen came around the table and put her silk clad breasts either side of my head, kissed my growing bald spot and with great tenderness she whispered, "Fix this tortured cuckold 'D'. Fix this little family before it breaks. You can do it and you know why. You have - we have - already been there ourselves."

She was right, neither of my children are from my loins; they don't look like me or have the same colouring, but they are my kids who are well brought up, and happy. They were the result of her love, and I stress the word love, affairs that Jen enjoyed with strong and handsome Black Men. You can get an idea of what my younger cuckold life in South London was like if you read the chapters in my [T&L Auctions - list of chapters].

So I was uniquely qualified for this undertaking but I was determined not to jump in with any remedial measures until I had talked with all three of them and understood all of the issues. 'Perhaps,' I thought, 'when I have talked to Jon and Nat, I could get them all together. We shall see.'

I was eating breakfast a couple of days later when the phone rang - it was Jonathan. His voice was thin and his speech was terse, so I had the immediate sense that he was nervous and resented having to call me. I had some sympathy for his position, why would he talk about his sexuality to a total stranger, so I adopted an emollient tone that after five minutes seemed to work. We agreed to meet the following evening when Mel was going to be 'out'. Presumably on a date with Nat.

Jon turned out to be just like his voice - thin and tense. Tall, with a slight stoop he was the archetype bearded intellectual that can be seen on the television in any number of current affairs television programmes at any time. It was clear that, for his job in a major newspaper, he had a 'planet sized' brain; he also had a beautiful Wife, who sadly he could not, and never will, physically satisfy.

We shook hands at the door and I followed him in to the same sitting room that Mel and I had talked just two days earlier. As we sat down he evaded eye contact with me and I couldn't make out if he was nervous or resentful. I decided to settle him down with some easy questions about himself and to open up some common ground.

"What did Melanie say to you about me Jonathan?" I asked him straight away because. I needed to know what she had said to him in the way of preparation.

His face coloured bright red; so much for my easy questions. "She said that your Wife is Nathaniel's ex Lover and that you are a bit of an expert at that sort of thing. And please call me Jon. In the interests of speed and efficiency."

We smiled together, which warmed the room a little. "What did Mel say was the purpose for our meeting?" I asked as he turned red again.

"Mel thinks that I don't bond with the baby very well. She says the reason is because it's not mine." He replied with his face the colour of beetroot. 'The baby? It's not mine? She's beautiful and her name is Julie mate!' I thought to myself without, hopefully, not showing the sudden worry in my reactions.

"Is she right?"

He looked evasive at the directness of my query. 'So much for easy questions. Is this going to be difficult?'

"I do everything I am asked to do."

"That wasn't my question Jon." I replied in an even voice to hide my irritation at his reply, "Do you feel comfortable with her?"

He didn't show it but I could sense his own irritation that I had not let him get away with such a deflection, "I do my best Derek. Honestly I do. It's just that progeny thing."

At last! An honest answer! I decided to change tack to put him at ease. "Did Mel tell you that my Wife had children with two of her Lovers?"

"Yes she did. I don't really know what to say to you Derek. It's clear that we aren't the same. Sorry! I didn't mean to offend you," he replied - red faced again.

"No offence taken Jon," I lied, "but you're talking crap. You are probably more like me than you know. It is just the circumstances that are different," I looked at his even redder face and smiled, "and given time I shall prove it to you."

He took an easy way out to diffuse the mild confrontation we had just had. "Would you like some tea Derek?" He asked as he stood up to go to the kitchen.

"White - no sugar please." I replied as I realised that he was stalling for time. With that in mind I followed him and dropped a question in to see the reaction. "Is Mel out with Nat tonight."

"Oh yes! I think they have gone to see a film in Tonbridge Wells. They'll be back later." His reply elicited no emotion or emotional response as he filled the kettle. "Did you need to see them both?"

There was no deflection, embarrassment or evasion in his reply; his Wife was out on a date with the father of their child and he didn't even flinch. No beetroot face he at that very moment.

"Jon. Can I say something to you that I said to Melanie,?" I used her full name for effect which caught his attention, "Can we be honest and up front please. I am going to ask you some very personal questions and if you don't feel that you want to open up to me then we are wasting our time. I am a stranger to you after all. But I do have good intentions"

"I don't know if I can trust you," he replied, "if word of this got out at work I would be finished."

I needed to put his mind at rest. "The only people who are involved with this are you, Mel, Nat and me. And another thing - if you wish to ask me questions about my way of life I promise to answer you truthfully. How about that for a guarantee." I said as I took the cup from him to drink. It was good cup of tea too.

"Okay Derek! I agree! But it won't be easy for me."

Good answer! I needed to get him started and in a certain frame of mind. "You do know Jonathan, that you and I are most certainly not the only cuckolds in the world. There are millions of us. I bet that there are some guys at your newspaper who are just the same as us but never speak of it."

"Is that what I am? A cuckold? That's a bit strong isn't it?" he replied looking aghast.

"What other name would you give to it Jon." I answered. Clearly he had never seen himself as such a man.

"Unfortunate! Handicapped! Hanging on by the skin of my teeth."

"But not beaten?" I needed to hear his reply.

"No! Not yet anyway!" His reply was mournful and there was a tone of inevitability about it.

"You think she will leave you?" Now I really needed to hear this reply.

"I wouldn't blame her if she did. She needs - has always needed - more than I can give her. It was okay when Rob was standing in for me but since then I can feel the distance between us growing." Now I was getting somewhere with him.

It was okay when Rob was standing in for me.

"And has the arrival of Julie increased that distance." I asked - fully expecting him to blame it all on the baby.

"No! Not really. It was an humiliation of course. But I had little to do with it all." I tried not to show my surprise and it was an interesting answer. He felt on the outside, but didn't blame her. I tried a new tack.

"Well you certainly brought Mel and Nat together. Didn't you?" I thought it about time that I challenged his 'poor me' attitude.

"Yes! I did Derek. After those lumps that she was seeing after Robert got married he seemed so suitable."

"So you got his telephone number from him at the party and arranged a date for them both. Is that correct," I asked, "and how did you feel when they went out on her first date?"

"Nervous, but confident that he was the right choice," he replied as if he was accessing an old happy memory.

Instinctively I felt that this guy needed a little shake up as he was getting too comfortable with just talking. So I took a big risk, held my breath for a moment and then spoke, "You agreed to help me to help you Jon," he nodded in agreement, "then drop your trousers and pants, and show me your penis."

"What? No!"

"Mel told me you were small down there. I need to see for myself." I said a little more forcefully. In all truth I didn't care less about his willy, but I wanted to see how compliant he could be - that was the important test.

"I can't!"

"Liar! Do it now. Let me see your 'little man'."

For a second he stood there and I thought he was going to refuse, and then with a sudden flurry of activity his trousers and pants dropped to the floor.

"You're not gay are you?" He asked.

"It's worse than that mate," I replied, "I'm an engineer."

He laughed nervously and stood in front of me with his admittedly tiny penis in full view.

"And now the rest Jon. I want to see just what it is that your Wife has rejected in favour of a big Black Stud." 'Was I seeing things but did his 'feller' just move. Hard to tell really.'

He quickly lifted his tee-shirt over his head, stepped out of his trousers and stood naked in front of me except for his socks.

"This is it...............Seen enough?"

"This is it," he said while attempting to flick it up to make it look bigger, "seen enough?"

'O.K. cuckold,' I thought to myself, 'let's shake your tree.'

"And did you help Mel get ready for their first date," I said to a clearly embarrassed Jonathan, "or any other dates since."

"No! I never do. I don't ever feel that it's my job to do so."

'Did little pinky just twitch? Press harder Derek. Let's see what happens next.' 

"So you have never prepared her intimately for another man's appreciation. You've never bathed her, brushed her hair, dressed her, selected pretty underwear to wear or put jewellery on her in the sure knowledge that a better Lover than you will admire your handiwork." He shook his head without speaking but his face had grown red again. " And you have clearly not had the pleasure that many cuckolds have experienced of kneeling before her, kissing her mound in the sure knowledge that another man's big penis will soon be taking the place of your lips."

His expression changed gradually as I spoke, from blank to consternation as I described what I do when Jen goes on a 'special date'. Similarly, his willy was changing from tiny-shrimp to little shrimp. But I had more torture to dispense.

"And when you see her walk down the path to get into his car, do you watch through the curtains as Mel kisses her Lover. Making little promises to please him in bed that night with just the contact and movement of her lips on his. Laughing with him on her date - maybe about your little willy." 'Oh yes! That got you to 'half mast' didn't it Jon boy!'

Jon was now staring at me as if I had two heads. 'Is he about to 'chin' me. I wouldn't blame him if he did.' I thought with amusement.

Did you imagine them together, kissing and
pulling each other's clothes off to reveal
their nakedness.

"And when they returned from their date and went upstairs. Did you imagine them together, kissing and pulling each other's clothes off to reveal their nakedness. Her soft pink skin against his dark, almost black, body - how beautiful it must have looked; pink and black go so well together don't you think. 'Fortyfive degrees now - keep going. Cuckold to cuckold - this is such fun!'

"Can you see her in your imagination. Kneeling before him and taking his huge dark member in her hands and bringing the beautiful pink head up to her lips and kissing it tenderly. Her tongue flicking and rolling over the sensitive bulbous glans as the whole thing starts to fill with his hot blood. His dark cock now full and upright after Mel's expert ministrations being adored and worshipped by your lovely young Wife. 'Just off top-dead-centre now. Good work Derek.'

Jon was now physically shaking, his eyes were bulging and sweat poured from his forehead.

"And finally Jonathan! Mel laying on her back in your marriage bed with her legs wide open, smiling lovingly at Nat as he settles between her soft white thighs and lets his cock head nestle between her labia lips. She wants him and needs him inside her and like a lacivious whore she rises up to meet him and brings that lovely big rod of his inside her. He claims her. She belongs to him now and you are now a cuckold again, like so often before.

"Stop it Derek. You sod! Look at me."

I smiled back at him and said, "Thanks Jon. You've confirmed part of my theory. You're not in denial about them, you're flesh and blood after all. You do like to think about your Wife with her Lover."

He was teetering on the edge of ejaculation but he could just about talk. "You're wrong Derek. I don't think about Mel and Nat together."

It was my turn to be on the disadvantage. "How so Jon?"

"I watch them Derek. I watch them!"

"I watch them Derek. I watch them!"

With that, his little chap spurted a few drops of semen onto the floor.