Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - “That’s very astute of you.”

"He’s done it again. Hasn’t he.”

"He’s done it again. Hasn’t he.”

“What do you mean my Love”

“Your husband helped you get ready for our date tonight. Didn’t he.”

“That’s very astute of you; how can you tell?”

“You have no bra and you are not wearing knickers. He’s sending you to me ready for a night in my bed - am I right?”

“As always. So what do you say that we make cucky’s wishes come true.”

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - When i walk in the bedroom

there is a natural order to life

Sometimes when i get home from work and walk upstairs to the bedroom and look in the door i know that there is nothing that i should do, would do, could do or even want to do. A true cuckold like me knows that there is a natural order to life and that it would be a transgression against nature to interfere.

Monday, 29 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - Just get it done.

she could take her pick

“I need a Lover,” she told me one night, “and I need you to arrange it.”

“But i am your husband,” i replied, “don’t you think that’s a little odd?”

“Just get it done Derek,” she said. So i did. They were Tim and Robert, two of the local guys with reputations for pleasing women; she could take her pick.

“I have asked them round tomorrow and you can choose the one you want.” I told her.

I left them alone to get to know each other and did not see my Wife until the next day.

“How did you get on and do you now have a Lover?” i asked.

“It was a lovely evening thank you, and yes I do,” she replied.

“So who is it then, Robert or Tim?”

“Yes!” She replied. And at that moment i knew just what my future was going to be.

Sunday, 28 May 2017

A Cuckold's Conversation

Telling your best friend that you are a cuckold could be a good thing, or a bad thing, but at the end of it you will still be a cuck.

Saturday, 27 May 2017

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

There are some Wives who you know that when you look upon her beauty that it would be just wonderful to be her cuckolded husband.

Hubby knows that her soft voluptuous
body pleases her Lover so very, very often.
And he is so very, very proud.

Such an enchanting tan will always attract
a new Lover. So cucky watches from the
beach in awe of her ability to make new 'friends'.

A strong and beautiful face, as well a
head of red hair that would delight any
Black Stud. Such loveliness in a Wife
would deserve a cuckold and a Lover

A quick photo by cuckold before she goes
off for the weekend with her Boyfriend.
Cuckolds' memories are made of this.

As cuckold leaves the room he will pass her Master on the
stairs.  He will be proud that another man desires her as
much as he.

Beautifully made up ready for a long
night in her Lover's bed - all thanks to her
hubby's good, and well practiced, efforts.

Friday, 26 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - The good cuckold

doing his submissive duty

Good cuckolds help their Wife prepare for a night in their Lover’s bed in many different ways. Some like to bathe her and tidy her hair, many will paint her nails the colour to match her clothes and most like to help her into her underwear and dresses.

What we see here is a cuckold who loves to prepare her in the most intimate way by making certain that his Wife is ready for her Lover’s big manhood almost immediately. He would tell you that he is only doing his submissive duty but in reality he is having a really nice time and when she returns the next morning he will be ready again with his long and willing tongue. And he will then know that his previous night’s preparation has been very successful.

Thursday, 25 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - Happy times

“Derek! What have you said to our Wives?"

“Derek! What have you said to our Wives? They’ve just run off up the beach.”

“Nothing Mick.” I replied, “how about you Ted. Did you say anything?”

“Not me,” said Ted, “what about you Bob?”

“I didn’t say anything except that i told Geraldine that a coach load of black blokes had just arrived at the beach. That’s all.”

“Oh Shit!” Exclaimed Ted, Mick Bob and me together, “It’s going to happen again, just like last year.”

So we broke open another can of beer each and settled back on our sunbeds to watch. Happy times!

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - Its the look

"That has never been a problem for you - has it Dear.”

It’s the look a Wife gets when hubby says to her, “ I know just the guy you have in mind. I shall ring him immediately and ask him to join us in the bar. Only one thing though, he’s as black as the ace of spades but we both know you’re not racist and that has never been a problem for you - has it Dear.”

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - Girlfriend? Really?

 "He pretty much knows that I am your Girlfriend.”

“Does your cuckold husband know about your need for what I give you every day now?”

“Yes Master. He knows everything. He likes the idea of you pushing that big pole inside me.”

“Does he like the idea of you being my dirty slut as well?”

“Well he wouldn’t see it that way. But he pretty much knows that I am your Girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Really? And how do you see yourself? Girlfriend or dirty slut?”

“Why don’t you slide that big dark cock in my pussy and find out just what a dirty, slutty Girlfriend I can be.”

Monday, 22 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - There is no need to be nervous

"We are just going for auction that’s all.”

“Rachel, there is no need to be nervous. We are just going for auction that’s all.”

“But there is so many of them and they all look so rich - and so black.”

“Our husbands will be watching from the back of the room and they will be so humiliated when we stand out naked in front of the clients. It’s no more than the tiny dicked white wimps deserve.“

“Okay Melinda. Let’s do it. Just think, tomorrow we shall have Black Masters, and our husbands will be cuckolds.”

“And we shall have our dearest wish Rachel.”

“And so will our cuckolds Melinda.”

Sunday, 21 May 2017

In Your Imagination

In my imagination I see a Hot Wife tenderly letting her cuckold know that she will not be home for a couple of days.

"I shall be spending the night with my Lover - cucky."

What do you see in your imagination fellow cuckolds?

Saturday, 20 May 2017

The T&L Auctions - my personal recollections - Part Three

The T&L Auctions - my personal recollections - Part Three

White sugar

Click [here] for the complete list of T&L Auctions.

Click [here] for - The T&L Auctions - my personal recollections - Part Two

Note. In this set of recollections I introduce my memories of intimacy with another man.

I took the outstretched hand of Desmond Shamak and looked up at this man who had just introduced himself as my Jennifer's 'Master'.

"How do you do," I replied while thinking that this was a totally odd situation, "it's good to meet you at last."

He smiled at that and immediately responded that he thought that we were going to get along well. Which was nice of course. 'Very civilised! It is always a good thing when a cuckold and his Wife's Black Lover hit it off.' I thought sarcastically.

In all truth he was not a huge man like some of the Lovers Jen had been involved with, but he had a definite 'presence'. His handshake was firm and, unlike many weak men who try to impress you with their supposed dominance by mashing your hand into a banana shape, he maintained his grip in a genuine demonstration that his power was not all physical. They say that you can sum up a man in seconds by his handshake and I knew immediately that Desmond wielded his power both physically and intelligently.

We stood looking at each other for a second or so, sizing each other up before he broke the grip. "Derek! Oh forgive me! Is it okay that I call you Derek?" I nodded in agreement. "Please take a seat and let us get to know one another."

He offered me a nice inviting soft armchair looking out through the window over the softly lit desert, but I was not going to be manoeuvred so easily, "Where is Jen? I would like to see her please."

Although I was tired and needing the toilet, she was the most important thing on my mind and I had to know that she was okay; so I was not going to sit, talk or even pee before I had seen her.

"She is sleeping my friend. The poor thing has been back and forward across the Atlantic three or four times since I purchased her. Jennifer is jet lagged, but I can assure you that she is fine."

"Nevertheless," I replied, "I still want to see her. I promise that I won't wake her."

"Of course Derek, but if she is asleep please don't disturb her. It's a funny thing," he continued, "but she is supposed to be my slave but I am realising that there is more to her than meets the eye."

 If he thought that I would be surprised at that he was going to be mistaken. I knew more about my delightfully wicked little Missus than any man alive. "You sound quite fond of my wife Desmond. Sorry, can I call you Desmond?"

"Yes for now," he replied, 'what the fuck did that mean?' "but never 'Des' or 'Desi' - understand?"

I was getting tired and more than irritable, so my reply came out a little impatiently. "Okay Desmond it is. And Jennifer?" I snapped.

He flinched but maintained his cool demeanour, "this way, but quietly please."

He motioned me to a side of the expensive hotel suite and gently pushed open the door to the darkened bedroom. Putting his forefinger to his lips he reminded me to stay quiet.

Her hair was tucked under her head and her breathing was slow and rhythmic. I pulled back the thin sheet of the bed to show the lovely outline of her body and the sweet gentle curves of the arse cheeks I would know anywhere - it was her alright. Slowly easing past Desmond I knelt beside the bed and gently moved a few strands of her hair away to reveal the right side of her face - her lovely face.

It was her alright.

Leaning into the bed I gently kissed her on the temple as an instinctive gesture of tenderness. She moved slightly but didn't wake for which I was glad because I didn't want to cause the ire of the powerful Black Man standing close to me. The sweat on my shirt was now starting to dry in those air conditioned room and I was beginning to emit a stale smell - that was no way to greet the Love of my Life.

With a small gesture to Desmond I confirmed that I was satisfied and stood up to leave the bedroom, "She's so damnably beautiful don't you think Derek?" he whispered, to which I nodded and followed him out.

"Derek," he said as we headed back to the armchairs, "Is there anything I can get you? We are pretty self contained up here in my suite."

I looked at him and smiled, "Desmond, I have just spent the whole day trying to fix an uncooperative aeroplane that will not work the way it should. I am dispirited, tired, hungry, thirsty and I need the toilet. My shirt smells of oil grease and sweat and I need a shower, shave and clean clothes to make me feel human again. Sorry to be a misery but I am just about 'done in'."

To his credit he reacted to my self pitying whinge with a loud laugh, "But I guess a cold beer won't go amiss then," he chuckled.

"God yes!" I said looking around for the fridge - there was none - I was confused.

Desmond clapped his hands together and within seconds a slightly built olive-skinned young man appeared from a door the other side of the suite. "Georgiou! This is Derek. Jennifer's husband. He has been having a hard time of it lately so he needs a cold beer, our very best hospitality and when you are done with him - a clean bath robe."

He saw my alarmed expression and continued. "You are now my guest and I see it as my duty to make sure that the rotten day my Lady's husband has just experienced will be a dim and distant memory by the end of this evening." 

I continued to stare in astonishment at this larger than life man in front of me and was only dimly aware of the ice cold glass of beer that was gently eased into my hand by Georgiou, "I don't wish to intrude," I stuttered only then just realising how stupid it sounded given that my Wife was laying naked and asleep in his bedroom just the other side of the door.

"You are my welcome guest Derek and, under the circumstances, you can hardly be intruding. You are among friends. Believe me!"

"All of my stuff is downstairs in my room. I should probably ......" I started to say before he interrupted me.

"Is there anything that should be kept secure in your room?"

It was an odd question but I replied, "No! that's all under lock and key at the airfield. It's just my personal gear. Clothes, washing kit, books - that sort of thing."

His grin was wider than the glass from which I had just drunk the beer in one long draught. "Excellent. I am going to arrange for you to move up to Suite 1601 which is the floor just below us. All of your clothes will be washed and ironed for you every day and you will be entitled to the very best the hotel has to offer. All at my expense. Suite 1601, by the way, is almost as good as this one; it's usually reserved for politicians and film stars but as far as I am concerned you deserve it more than those undeserving idiots."

I was astounded. "You can do this?" I asked incredulously.

"It's already done Derek," he replied, "now if you would like to follow Georgiou, he will attend to all of your needs."

Like a lamb, I followed the lithe dark haired young man as he moved smoothly and swiftly from the lounge and into a dimly lit, marble and glass walled shower, toilet and treatment room. It was the kind of room one would see at a very high class spa; it was dark, warm, luxurious and intimate.

"If you would like to use the bathroom first Derek, then we can get all of the days toil and sweat off your body." His voice was soft and relaxed with a slightly Greek accent. 'Is this feller gay? What the hell is happening?'  I thought with some alarm.

I used the toilet and then, under Georgio's instructions, stripped down to my bare skin. Looking around I saw that he had stripped naked, or so I thought in that dimly lit room, and was busying himself with bottles, sponges and scrubbing mittens. "Step in here please Derek. There is no need to do anything except let me do my job. And please tell me if the water is too hot or cold. You may feel a little awkward right now but your comfort is my sole concern."

I gasped as streams of beautifully warm water sprayed over me from the walls and ceiling of the shower room. I looked around the cubicle for soap but there was none and to my alarm Georgiou had entered and was brandishing a soapy sponge. "Georgiou," I said, "I don't let other men touch me in that way. I'm sorry if you have misread my orientation, but I usually shower alone."

He didn't even look up, but just continued soaping up the sponge before he replied, "I understand Sir, but I have a job to do and Master would be angry if I failed in my duty. I do this for him, and Jennifer for that matter; so don't worry I won't have my wicked way with you. I'm also very, very good at this"

"Well okay then!" I replied grudgingly.

He was more than just 'very, very good'. It became clear within seconds that this young guy was highly skilled in what he claimed to do so well and very quickly my unwillingness melted under the warm water and the gentle application of a soft soapy sponge. It was an odd sensation to have another, equally naked, man kneeling before me washing my feet but I let it go. It was also odd to have another man wash my back, my hair, my legs and the cheeks of my arse but I put up with it, or to be more accurate, I liked it all right up until he spoke.

"Open your legs please."


"Your private parts Derek," his voice came up from the area of my groin, "I don't want to alarm you, but I do this for everybody so there is no need to be anxious. I've seen it all. It's what I do."

"What? No! Georgiou no! I told you that I don't swing that way," was my panicked response; but it was of no use, his long fingers were already manipulating soap onto my balls and little penis, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was inert, in shock and confused at my own reaction because it felt very pleasant indeed.

"Don't worry," he said as my 'little chap' suddenly started to expand, "you're not queer and neither am I. It's just a normal reaction."

"Oh fucking really?" I gasped as his hand dived between my now open legs.

"Really," he replied as he finished washing my parts and stood up reaching for a scrubbing mitten.

His expertise at scrubbing was as equally accomplished as his washing so it wasn't too long before my whole body (excluding my 'private parts' thank God) had been scoured and cleansed.

He rinsed me off with a well aimed hand-held shower head and we stepped out of the wet room into the warm chamber where he handed me a soft towel, "Please dry yourself and take a seat please Derek and I shall just get my shaving equipment," he said as he moved out of the dark into the soft glow of one of the lights.

I dried myself and sat waiting patiently for this naked young man as he fussed over the razor and creams. Turning around in the light, I had a perfectly clear view of his body for the first time, and what I saw shook me to the core.

"What would you prefer," he asked, "safety razor or cut-throat?"

"Never mind that Georgiou! What is that on your penis?" I exclaimed more loudly than I had meant to.

He looked alarmed at my rough tone but regained his composure almost immediately as he realised that I was not about to chastise him.

"It's my badge of servitude to my Master."

"It's my cuckold's cage Derek, he replied without any sense of embarrassment or humiliation. "It's my badge of servitude to my Master. I wear it when I am in his company. It's what he expects of his slaves," he replied. 

For one of the few times in my life I did not have an answer or quip that would be appropriate for the moment so I sat in quiet contemplation of what I had just been told. It was a moment for an insightful questioning. 

"You're a slave! How did that happen?" I asked after he had lathered my face ready for a shave. 'Some insight Derek - you twit!'

I said nothing as he carefully shaved my face but he clearly felt the need to explain further; so between scrapes and flicks of lather into a nearby bowl of hot water he continued his story.

"My wife Helena and me were once Master's slave couple - we were one of the first to volunteer for the T&L about four years ago. To cut a long story short, Helena continued as Master's woman after the month's rental finished and we carried on pretty much as we had started. Well for a few months anyway."

He had finished shaving so I had the opportunity to ask further, "And where is Helena now?"

"Back home in Athens with the children."

"Whose children Georgiou?" I asked.

"Master Desmond's of course. But you guessed that anyway. That's why you asked isn't it?"

"It was just a guess," I lied. I already knew that my friend Ken's wife Janet had given birth to her Lover's child after having been bought at auction so I said nothing further as he took my hand and led me to the nearby massage table and asked me to lay face down. 'Is that why they stopped off in Athens.?' I thought, but kept to myself.

"You haven't answered my question Georgiou," I said as I stretched out on the table, "Why are you now Desmond's slave? What does he have over you that makes you want to be this?"

"Because I love it Master Derek," was his reply, "and he has nothing 'over me' as you suggest. Now just relax, because I am going to put some oil on you, and I shall then continue with my story as I give you a massage."

The oil was warm and felt pleasant on my back as he started to rub it expertly into my body and, although my mind were now screaming for sleep, I wanted to hear the rest of his story. Besides, it would have been rude to drop off to sleep while a complete stranger who has just washed your penis for you subsequently tells you the history of his cuckolding and eventual enslavement.

"Helena and I were having difficulties when we were living in London and, although I never caught her out, I always thought that she was never faithful to me. We were both unhappy and finally it all came out that she was seeing a West Indian chap who worked with her. I couldn't live with that so we were going through divorce proceedings when a friend told me about the auctions. You know about them I assume?"

"Oh Yes! That's why I am here isn't it." I confirmed in a sleepy voice.

"Of course! Silly me," he replied laughing as he slapped some oil on my arse cheeks.

Georgiou, if nothing else, was an efficient and effective masseur. Feet, legs, back, arms and arse all received their fair share of oil and manipulation - all to the accompanying chatter about how he was given the permanent position of Desmond's personal servant or slave.

"Please turn over Derek. It's time to do your front."

Although I was unwilling to do so, I nevertheless rolled over onto my back, "So why do you love being your 'Master's' - as you call him - slave? Doesn't it un-man you. Emasculate you maybe?"

"Maybe it does" he replied, "but make no mistake Derek, I am living the way I wish. I go to wonderful places and live a luxurious life and serve someone who is has the two best personal attributes a man can have. He is both powerful and kind; an uncommon mix of qualities in a man don't you think?"

I was listening, but I was also enjoying the feel of a skillful masseur working warm oil into my skin, so it was just a few seconds before I asked him if he loved the life or did he love Desmond as well.

"You could be forgiven for thinking that Derek," he replied, "and yes, I do love him but not sexually. Even though I will often do for him what I did for you just now in the shower, and what I am about to do for you now."

"What do you mean, I ................Oh God!"

Strong fingers and gentle hands very slowly lifted my balls and penis up and started to work the warm oil all over my private parts. He was efficient and did not linger, and his hands had moved on before I could experience even the briefest of erections.

"That's you nearly finished Derek, but there is just one more thing."

I couldn't help it but felt just a small sense of disappointment that the session had finished, but I was intrigued that there was 'just one more thing'.

He looked a little nervous as he went over to a cupboard and pulled open a drawer, "Derek, my Master is very relaxed about most things, but there is one thing he absolutely insists upon."

As I sat up from the table and looked to where he had his back turned to me. "What is it?" I asked with some trepidation.

"Well! He always insists that his Mistresses husbands should have a cage. Like mine! You know - the one you commented upon."


"I know you will probably think it is a ........... What did you say?"

I had guessed that this was coming because Ken, my best friend back in Lewisham, was made to wear one by Antione - Ken's wife Janet's Mistress. "I said okay Georgiou. I thought it might be coming to this when I saw your little contraption."

He was nonplussed, "I was expecting a row, or at least a long discussion. Thanks Derek. I'm glad that we don't have to fight over it."

"Me too mate! Now perhaps you could show me the thing and put it on me. I'm an engineer but I think it might be a bit tricky for me in the position it's going to be installed," I said with a smile.

It was unlike Georgiou's. It was a small plastic penis shaped clear plastic tube that came with a horseshoe shaped open loop and various spacers, pins and a small padlock.

Georgiou put it in my hand and then dried off the oil from my body with a towel while I inspected and fingered the parts, trying to work out how it fitted.

"Ready," he asked. I nodded and he took the cage from me and knelt down with his head level with my groin. 

"I have done quite a few of these Derek, so it shouldn't take too long," he said while lifting by testicles up and  pushing the loop behind them. He was as good as his word and the pins were all of the correct size and ready for the tube to be slid onto my penis. Gently, he raised my 'little chap' and very quickly, and easily thanks to the oil, slid the tube over its length, he seated it over the locating pins and then locked me 'in' with a small click of the padlock. It had all been done expertly and swiftly and now I was an unmanned cuckold.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

I didn't really know what words to use because the physical feeling was that of a light weight on my penis and a piece of plastic around my balls - it was neither pleasant or unpleasant. But it was the emotional rush that I felt that nearly overwhelmed me. Before that moment I had been a man with an unfaithful Wife albeit with my knowledge and understanding, but now my masculinity was under lock and key, controlled, denied and caged. Suddenly I understood what it really was to be a cuckold - I was less than a man!

"Odd. It's not uncomfortable, but it has brought home to me just what my position is in my marriage," I replied. "I feel that my manliness has been reduced. Is that normal?"

"Yes Derek. That is very normal. Now maybe you're beginning to understand where I am coming from."

I looked down at the restraint and couldn't help feeling that the diminution of my manhood was going to be something that would be more common in my future life. 'So why aren't you outraged Derek?'

"You can't wear it outside of this suite Derek, so we shall have to remove it before you leave tonight," said Georgiou, "but tomorrow I shall have to shave your pubic hairs. It's better if you are going to wear it regularly."

"It's better if you are going to wear it regularly."

"Why would I wear it regularly Georgiou? Surely it is just while we are all together. I certainly will not wear it after Jen's month of, er whatever you call it, is up."

Georgiou looked a little embarrassed before he spoke "Derek! All of Master's lady slaves in the past have continued to belong to him after their month of enslavement has finished." He looked bashful as he continued, "Also my friend, so have their cuckolded husbands."

I said nothing but looked directly at him as if he had just grown another head.

"You need to think about that Matey," he said in his finest Greek Cockney, "you might be in this for the 'long haul. It will become normal for you to live this way."

"I shall cross those bridges when I come to them Georgiou, but in the meantime we are two emasculated cuckolds sitting naked in a massage room talking about enslavement. So much for normality!" I said as he grinned back at me.

"I'm going to like you Derek - I can tell. You have an eye for the ridiculous. That is the mark of an intelligent man." he replied. "Now let me get you a nice silk bath robe and release you back into the world."

We both laughed as he handed be a a good quality silk bath robe that came down to my knees. As I put it on I couldn't help feeling pleased that he liked me because I 'kind of' liked him too.

"Jennifer should be awake by now Master Derek," he said as I tied the cord around my waist. 'Master Derek?'

"That is good news Georgiou, because I am starving," I replied as I opened the door to leave, "and thanks. For everything."

Coming out of the dark bathroom area into the lighter main room of the suite hurt my eyes for a second or two. Although the sun had set over the desert the room lights were far brighter than I had become used to while in Georgiou's lair, so it took a few seconds to gain my sight.

Desmond was sat facing me with his back to the big window and a table laden with food and drink in front of him; with a wave he beckoned me over to join them both, "You took your time Derek. Did Georgiou treat you well? You certainly look refreshed. Come and eat!"

"Georgiou was an excellent Companion of the Bath thank you very much. And he has me fully equipped - as required." He clearly enjoyed the imaginative job description for my 'person washing' new friend who I had just left, and I could tell by the  satisfied look on his face that he immediately understood what I meant by 'fully equipped'. 'Now can I see my Wife bud!'

"Take a seat Derek, and help yourself to whatever you want. I shall just go and ask our beautiful and much loved mutual friend to join us," he said while standing up and moving to the bedroom door. 'Much loved? What does that mean?'

I was meeting my own Wife, so why was I nervous. She had got herself into this and by what I had seen and by what she had told me over the satellite phone calls, she was having a very good, albeit tiring, time. So  when I heard the door open behind me I jumped out of my chair like a scalded cat, my bath robe flew open revealing my new 'appendage and a tray of tiger prawns flew across the room. But I didn't care - all I could think about was the beautiful naked woman who slowly walked out of the darkened bedroom.

It was Jen, with a collar and chain - looking beautiful nonetheless.

looking beautiful nonetheless.

And I burst into tears!

Friday, 19 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - Black Studs waiting just for you.

“Can you see them from here Margaret?"

“Can you see them from here Margaret? All those big beautiful Black Studs waiting just for you.”
“Oh my! They’re all nude too. When can we go down there? We have to unpack first - don’t we?”
“Don’t worry Dear. Just grab one of the towels and go down there. You won’t be alone long. I shall unpack for us both.”
“What will you do if one of those big boys has made a move on me?”
“What I did last year and the year before that. Hide and watch as you cuckold me again. That is why we come to this hotel after all.”

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - Now you’re getting there.

“You will? Oh thank you."

“You will? Oh thank you. i know i am a bit of a pervert, but it’s what i have always wanted.”
“You are not a pervert Dear. It is just that you have finally realised that you have not satisfied me since the day we married. And now you have decided to stand aside while another man takes me to bed, what do you think my preference for a Lover might be?”
“Somebody who is rich, big, strong and handsome i guess.”
“Yes! And?”
“Well hung? Ten inch cock as minimum?”
“Good. Now you’re getting there. AND?”
“A Black Man by any chance. Like my boss for example.”
“I shall talk to him in the morning. Is that alright?”
“Not really cucky. You can talk to him sooner than that because he will be here in a minute to take me upstairs and fuck me like a whore - again.”

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - I just love our pre-date rituals

"Will you dry me please, just
like you always do when I
"have a date?

“Let me get a towel for you My Love.”
“Thank you Dear. Will you dry me please, just like you always do when I have a date?”
“Of course. i just love our pre-date rituals. Don’t you?”
“You know I do. Now, what have you laid out for me to wear?”
“Your pretty black hold ups, red shoes and red dress. You will look beautiful as always.”
“No knickers or bra then?”
“No My Darling. Not tonight. Master has told me it is time for you and him to make a baby. So there is nothing that should get in the way of that.”
“Good thinking cucky.”

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - Is there anything i can do?

“You could let me sit on your face."

“Am i to take it by your smug little smile that Abinayu has just left.”
“Mmmmm! He was wonderful. We went upstairs at twelve o’clock and we were still making love just before you arrived home.”
“Good God! Has he been fucking you all afternoon? You must be shattered. How many times did he ‘do’ you?”
“Oh I lost count Dear. All I know is that he has been shooting his seed in me by the gallon, and I’m a little sore down there now.”
“Oh dear! Is there anything i can do?”
“You could let me sit on your face. That is what a cuckolded husband is supposed to do isn’t it?”
“Oh yes please Mistress!”

Monday, 15 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - Interesting word - measure.

"Just for fun of course.”

“Interesting word - measure - don’t you think? Under the circumstances.”
“How so?”
“Do you recall that you told me that Henry has an eleven inch cock, and then you told me to undress so you could measure my ‘little man’?”
“Yes! It was a bit of fun wasn’t it?”
“And then you had me wear a little cage on it because you said it was too embarrassing.”
“Yes Dear. That was fun too, but where are we going with this?”
“Because you are right, i do love you, but it was you who got the tape measure out. So would now be a good time to measure your waistline that seems to be getting bigger every day now? Just for fun of course.”

Sunday, 14 May 2017

A Cuckold's Life

When her relationship with her Lover becomes more than just sex can be a traumatic time for a cuckold, and even more so when she tells him that she is carrying another man's child. The secret to being a good cuckold is accepting this new way of life and being aroused by the thoughts of his Wife being impregnated by a better man than he.

Saturday, 13 May 2017

My Boss wasn’t around.

In other words - another man was fucking her.

My boss wasn’t around so i left work early that afternoon for, in my view, a very good reason. All the clues had been there - the phone calls in private, she was shaving her legs more often, she had suddenly discovered going out with the girls three nights a week and above all, one night she called me by a different name as we made love. i was certain that my Wife was seeing another man, and that she was in an ‘intimate’ relationship. In other words - another man was fucking her.

When i arrived home i could see that her car was in the drive so i knew she was home. Quietly i let myself into the house and stood carefully listening; it wasn’t long before my fears were confirmed. A long drawn out moan could be heard coming from upstairs and i immediately knew that she was on our bed with another man.

Stealthily i climbed the stairs and upon reaching our bedroom door, i peaked inside. What i saw affirmed by suspicion but suddenly my courage failed me as i listened to the man building to his orgasm. i sat on the floor with my back against the wall and trembled with emotion as i heard the manly roar of her Lover as his seed erupted inside my Wife.

Long minutes passed until i heard the man pull out of her and get off the bed. I trembled even more as his footsteps grew louder as he crossed the bedroom door. Looking up at the door i saw the man

 “Did you enjoy my Wife in my bed.”

“Hello Boss,” i said, “did you enjoy my Wife in my bed.”

“Hey Derek,” he replied, “she’s a sweet little lady is your Jen. Very passionate! Very needy! And very, very dirty.”

“i’m very glad to hear it Boss,” i replied, “does this mean my job has changed? Especially now that my Wife is your Mistress?”

“Your job? Hell no! But I might need you to check out our office in Mexico. It might take a month or two.”

Friday, 12 May 2017


"Let's make a baby while cuckold's away."

Hi everybody, I shall be away for a couple of weeks but I have set some posts to be automatically sent to my blog every day at 08:00 BST.

Unfortunately I will not be able to put them on my Google+ Home page until I return, however if you can't wait please click on

Daily Cuckold - A fragile meeting of minds

“Oh thank you! But is there a reason
 you want me close this time?”
“Oh thank you! But is there a reason you want me close this time?”
“I just think it’s about time you heard Deven and me going at it like two rabbits in a sack.”
“That’s a rather indelicate way of describing my Wife and her Boyfriend making love.”
“That’s just what I thought. You have this idea that the sex we have is a fragile meeting of minds. It is not! We are noisy, sweaty, dirty, depraved and we fuck like wild animals. And when we are finished - we do it again.”
“I see! Well i had better keep my ear to the wall, which may be a whole lot better than standing on a ladder and looking through the bedroom window as usual.”

Thursday, 11 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - I think that would be a very good idea.

"You know it would."
“You know it would. But would it change your mind?”
“I guess it would if your little willy grew another eight inches, you could stay inside me for longer than ten seconds and you could do it more than once in a night. Only then would I think about being a faithful Wife to you.”
“Oh i see! Then i had better help you get ready for your date with him tonight.”
“Yes cucky! I think that would be a very good idea.”

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - I like to remind you

“You like teasing me don’t you Dear.”
“You like teasing me don’t you Dear.”
“Yes! But you know why don’t you.”
“Not really. i thought you did it for your own pleasure. i guess it’s no more than a tubby caged cuckold should expect.”
“I like to remind you that you are an inferior man from time to time. And to let you see just what my Boyfriend gets to appreciate so very often. But yes, I do get great pleasure from teasing and humiliating you.”
“So do i Dear.”

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - The new order in our marriage.

“What are you doing down there Dear?”

“What are you doing down there Dear?”
“Prostrating myself before you My Love. I’m trying to show you just how i see our marriage from now on.”
“You mean because of my date tonight with my boss. Do you think you are no longer a real man if you Wife has a big handsome Black Lover - is that it?”
“I just know that he is going to bed you. If not tonight, but very soon after that. So it’s only right that i demonstrate my submission to the new order in our marriage.”
“Well my dear little cuckold, perhaps you should just stay down there. Because it will be tonight and many, many more times after that.”

Monday, 8 May 2017

Daily Cuckold - “I saw her go upstairs.”

Quietly i sat down in the corner of the room and
watched my Wife cuckold me for the first time.

We knew the party would be a bit racy and that the host knew a lot of Black Men, but my Jen and me thought it might be fun. With her ankle chain and bra-less top she was an instant hit with all of the young men there and, just like all the other parties we have been to, she flirted outrageously. It was never a problem for me; we always went home together and shared our fun in long conversations after making love in bed later - until that night.
“Where’s my Jen?” i asked a friend at the party. He looked evasive when he replied, “I saw her go upstairs. She wasn’t alone.“ He was right, she was with Ramon. She was very much with Ramon.
Quietly i sat down in the corner of the room and watched my Wife cuckold me for the first time. It was the start of a new life for us both and we have never looked back since that day.
So that is Jen and me now; an older married couple, still deeply in love with each other. She has her Lovers and i have the pleasure and knowledge that i am a true cuckold. Life is sweet.

Sunday, 7 May 2017

In My Imagination

In my imagination I see a truly committed cuckold who recognizes no boundaries in his devotion to his Wife and her Lover.

What do you see in your imagination?

Saturday, 6 May 2017

My Cuckold Shorts

Please enjoy my little vignettes of cuckoldry.

Clearly this happy wife understands the rearrangement of the 
old saying - ‘A Cock in each hand is as good as one in her bush.

When her Hubby sees her dressed for a date,
he knows that her Lover will enjoy unrestricted
access to her ever welcoming pussy, just
as he has so many times before.

Its that look on her face that says, “You
know I will!”, and its the look on his face
that says, “I know you will,” which tells her
poor Hubby that very soon they will. He knows
that she now has stopped taking her pill, and
tonight her lover will have his fill, and deep
inside her sweet body his dark seed he will
spill, and every cuckold knows it is nature’s will.

Knowing that he shows such tenderness as he pushes his
long black manhood into her is what makes a Cuckold feel
that all of his anguish and fear worthwhile.

Every Cuckold sees that smile and knows
that it will be another lonely night for him.
 It means that he is back in town and has
called her.

All cuckolded husbands understand that
when his wife is the Mistress of a better
man than he, that there is nothing he can
do to stop nature taking its course. And
what could be more natural than a potent
male mating with the pretty young wife of a
lesser man.

A True Cuckold knows that his wife’s body is always available
for her Lover to view.

In his mind’s eye he can see them together in a hotel room
as her Lover inspects his property to see if it is in good order
and if satisfied, he will satisfy himself and satisfy her for the rest
of the night they spend together. And like every good Cucky,
he knows that this is the way it should be when a weak Husband has
a pretty wife.