This episode is part of an ongoing story that involves hardcore interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. If this theme offends you, I suggest finding another story to read. If you choose to read on, to better understand this installment I suggest reading the previous installments.
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My acceptance as an initiate into the deeper circle of the cuckold group was not without its oddities. I had to wait over a month before the inner circle met again. All that time I was wondering what to expect.
I was on edge and eager to take the next step into the world of interracial cuckoldry. Cathleen, my white wife, had been involved with our Black master for several months now. Randy had never used a condom, as a rule that he set down right from the start, whenever he had sex with Cathleen. As her cuckolded husband, I had encouraged the sexual relationship that they enjoyed in our home.
Make no mistake about it, Randy was 'our' master in our home . . .
I had encouraged my wife Cathleen to try a Black lover, and had brought Randy into her life as such. He was exceptionally endowed, and quickly got her accustomed to his manhood. Therein lay his power: my wife had become in need of his exceptional cock, therefore I was subservient to him also. So, he ruled her, therefore me, our house, everything . . .
I would be less than honest if I did not admit that the sight of Randy's hard rod sliding into my sweet white wife's pink flower didn't excite me -- it did very much! Randy had insisted on me seeing him take her right from the start. 'Positive reinforcement', he called it.
"There ain't nothin' like you seein' my dick sliding into your wife with your own eyes George!" he would often say to me teasingly. "Positive reinforcement! See my black cock and your wife's cum coating it! Good for you to see your wife enjoying herself!"
Randy was never too shy to throw a humiliating remark my way as I watched him with my wife. To be honest, I was entirely too mesmerized as I watched them dance their flesh into one to ever complain. He always made sure to tell me how wet my wife was just as he worked his massive cock beyond her lips . . . and I never got enough of the sight of her secret stretching around his manhood. He expertly opened her folds, every time, as she moaned in pleasure. Oh it is so erotic for a white husband to experience his white wife taken by her Black lover . . .
Randy and Cathleen shared the master bedroom now, and after they let me watch them sexually join I would leave them and sleep in the spare bedroom. Having Randy living in the house brought a realism of their relationship that was undeniable. I knew all too well that the neighbors were talking, and felt their eyes on me whenever I was doing yard work. Not too surprisingly the white soccer moms seemed to take the most notice of my wife's Black guest. Cathleen had told Randy and I over dinner several times of surprise visits by the neighborhood housewives, ostensibly for 'a cup of coffee'. Without fail there would come the veiled questions as my wife's guests would try to find out what they could. Cathleen took great pleasure in being very direct about our living agreement, usually to the envy of these creamy white wives.
But having my wife's Black lover living in the house brought me up in the ranks of the cuckold group. It was a critical threshold to cross in the life. Not every cuckold can take such a public 'outing', and while the no member in the group were never criticized if he couldn't make the jump those that 'crossed over' (as it was often referred to) were held in higher regard. After the anniversary party of our crossing over, and the ensuing orgy that the wives and the Black masters engaged in, my stock in the group was at an all time high. I hadn't planned it, but clearly benefited. I would be lying if I didn't admit that seeing my wife allow herself to be loaned out by Randy tore me apart. But I knew that I had bought us here by begging her to try a Black lover in the first place, and the fact that she was annoyed with me for objecting to her fulfilling Randy's sexual requests was a reasonable response on her part since she had been brought to this point by fulfilling mine.
The invite to the inner circle of the cuckold group was thrilling news. There was a bit of secrecy about the 'Circle', as it was referred to, but all the cucks discussed rumors about what being part of the Circle consisted of, only knowing that it in part consisted of meditation. I had to wait for a few weeks until the Circle met. Needless to say I was anxiously thinking about the possibilities.
I attended cuckold group meetings every night, tending to the men that I had brought into the lifestyle. So far I had convinced six different white married couples to try letting the wife sample Black cock. The experience is unforgettable, but not for everyone. Still, four of the couples had chosen the path. Recruitment of new white couples to submit to Black was an important aim of the cuckold group, as well as a firm demand of the Black Masters. It was expected that every white couple bring at least two new couples in to try Black cock every year. The Black Masters knew it could be difficult, and would assist our efforts any way that they could. But, they were very strict in the demand that this movement grow and not stagnate. There were penalties for failure to bring new white wives to the Black Masters. If six months had passed and a given white couple had not brought a new white wife in a common punishment for the cuckold was the chastity device. A favorite of the Masters was the CB6000. An underperforming cuckold would be told to order his own CB, and have it delivered to his address and in his name. Then the cuck would have to endure having the device installed on him by another cuck. This was done for several reasons. First, it was deemed beneath the Black Master to have to touch the white cock. Second, having to be exposed to another cuck, who was usually in a device himself and trying to get back into his Black Master's good graces, was yet another humiliation for the cuckold. Third, and most important, installation of a chastity device was the start of total separation from his wife until the cuckold brought a new white wife in to try Black cock. Underperforming cuckolds were banished to an apartment where they lived until the terms were met. Almost every one of the cuckolds had spent some time there, and we all feared being banished. I had luckily avoided the chastity device, and thereby the apartment. Often in group sharing men who were living there would go to tears just wishing to see their sweet white wives again! There was something that was just maddening to know your wife is at your home with her Black lover, and you are banished in a chastity device living with other cuckolds while she is being made love to more or less continuously. There were even whispers by those that had been banished that occasionally the Black Masters would show up unannounced, force the cucks to suck their cocks, and take photographs to reinforce the humiliation and have for future use should the cuckold get any ideas about leaving the lifestyle.
When I did get the call that the Circle was meeting, I was just about to burst with anticipation. Carl, my mentor, called me and told me where to meet him on the night of the meeting. Meetings of the Circle had a mysterious nature about them. None of the other members of the cuckold group knew when, or even how often, the Circle met.
Carl was waiting for me on the front step of a spilt level house when I arrived. "There are certain things that you need to know before we go inside," he said.
"Well, okay, what?" I asked.
"Since this is your first time in the Circle, you are expected to remove all your clothes as soon as you enter. You will be instructed as to what is required of you as the meeting unfolds. The most important thing for you to understand is that the Circle is very much like the cuckold group, only more intense. Like the cuckold group, what is said and what happens here is not to be shared outside here - even with the members of cuckold group. Just like that group this is a support group, only for those who are deeper into the lifestyle. There are some tourists, newbies, in the cuckold group. They aren't bad, just not as committed as the Circle. Do you agree to the rules of the Circle?"
"Yes, I do," I responded.
He reached and turned the doorknob, letting me to enter the house. I did, and after he entered and closed the door I stripped. Carl put his finger to his lips, gesturing me to be silent. After nodded my ascent he started up the stairs, motioning me to follow. We entered the living room, and there were eleven other white men waiting. I recognized them all from the cuckold group. The room was lit only by candles, and the members wore black robes. Carl exited the room, down a hall to the right.
"Welcome to the Circle George," said Robert, who seemed to be the leader.
