February 1 (4 AM)
I spent most of the night trying to figure things out. Why was I, on the one hand justifiably jealous of what was developing between my wife and her powerful black lover, and on the other hand so incredibly excited by
How had Sean become so important to her in the short space of a few weeks?
I mixed a Jack and Coke, and another, then spent another hour pacing restlessly. Eventually, I went back to my wife's lingerie drawer, grabbed the and dove in reading the "White Wife. Black Lover. White Husband" manual. It was slickly produced, so obviously there was a significant market for this kind of educational material.
I was able to identify several of the techniques Maggie seemed to be using on me.
In one chapter, a wife was advised to praise her husband or to emphasize his insignificance down depending on the situation:
"...As you begin his training, your cuckold is in a delicate emotional state. He may know about (or in some cases already watched) you making love with your boyfriend. Consider what an emotional shock this is to his delicate male ego. It's important that you ease him into acceptance of a new definition of 'normal.' After all, you love him and if you do your homework, you'll move him active sex partner to enthusiastic cheer leader in amazingly short order."
Maggie had scrawled notes in the margins on several pages, sometimes just a simple checkmark, and here she had written, "Might be hard with Jack." Afterwards, she had stricken the comment out, replacing it with a simple checkmark.
The chapter went on to teach various techniques for helping a husband accept and enjoy seeing his wife filled by a superior black man. It explained that a white wife's duty early on should always remember to build up a husband's ego up for his willingness to be open, for his acceptance, and for his unconditional love, while at the same time learning to acknowledge and understand that her black boyfriend's needs always come first. Here Maggie had put a checkmark.
It gave the wife techniques to help hubby to redirect his sexual energy, and to make him eager to push you into your boyfriend's arms as his ticket to sexual satisfaction in this new relationship. To accomplish this, it said that although it might seem cruel at first, she would need to push him onto the sexual sideline. Finally, it explained that the goal is a husband who begs you to fuck her black lover, and receives his own gratification through you. Maggie added her own comment, saying "Yes, finally."
In another chapter, the one titled, "Black-bred, The Happiest Time." advised:
"One of the greatest gifts you can give your black lover is to bear his beautiful black babies. When you make the decision to let him impregnate you, you may find that every orgasm will be more intense than the last (we know, having done this a collective five times.) You may even want to make a ceremony out of the decision. We found that surrendering your birth control to you man while your hubby watches creates an incredible sexual high for everyone involved. One of the authors remembers actually squirting for the first time in her life.
In any case, this is a pretty big deal, and you should give it much thought. Once it's done, it's not easily undone, and it is a lifetime commitment that will mark you as a black man's woman for life. Which may be exactly the statement you want to make. Also, don't be surprised if your boyfriend starts putting on pressure to share you with his friends. It's a natural part of being bred by a black man, and you should (and WILL) enjoy it. Hugely. Repeatedly. Trust us."
At the head of this chapter, Maggie had written, "No way!", then scratched it out, then later in another pen color written, "Maybe."
I read through the night, and not getting a call from Maggie, fell asleep. A reader may well think that, having read the wive's 'playbook', I would now be so well-informed that I would be able to fight against what was happening. I would remind readers that just because you have watched the Dallas Cowboys doesn't mean you can compete with them. Other guys who have become cuckolds or are going through this now will confirm what I am saying.
February 1 (11 AM)
I heard Sean's Lexus roll up the driveway, and looked out just in time to see Maggie stroll up the path, high heels in hand. She came inside quietly and stood with her back sliding against the door. She reached out for me, hugged me tightly and moved into a deep passionate kiss, our mouths open, tongues touching. She looked up into my eyes dreamily and said breathlessly, "Oh God, Jack. I missed you SO much. I love you so much darling. I've got the best husband in the whole dam world."
Even though I knew this was something that the book taught, I could not help believing Maggie was being genuine. Maggie was clearly exhausted and asked it I could give her a bath. I led her upstairs by the hand. I noticed that she now wore a thumb ring on her left hand and asked her about it. She told me it was from Sean and that it was a traditional symbol for any white wife cuckolding her husband with a black lover. She was so matter of fact about it that I simply shrugged and accepted it. I undressed her as she leaned on my for support. There wasn't much to undress. Over the night she had lost her expensive hosiery, and her panties. Her bra had gone missing too. She had the rank stink of fucking and Sean's sweat all over her body, and I noticed dried cum on her thigh.
I sat her down in a warm tub and began to bathe her as she smiled happily and kissed my cheek. There were bite marks on her breasts and her thighs and neck. Maggie is a dental hygienist and for the next week, she wore bright scarves around her neck which clashed with her medical scrubs and were a dead giveaway to anyone in the know. At the moment though, I felt she was extremely vulnerable and I treated her with tender loving care.
I dried her off and helped her into her baby doll PJs. I took off all my clothes and we cuddled while she started to settle into sleep. I asked her what he date was like and she told me a few things. They had gone to an interracial club and Sean had introduced her to his brother Atwon and his cousin Marcus, who was a professional NFL player from Cleveland. Marcus had taken an instant fancy to her and they wound up dirty dancing for hours according to Maggie. So much so that a small fight had broken out between Sean and Marcus which resulted in their being forced to leave.
Each of the guys had brought a white girl friend, so it was decided to rent a hotel suite in town (on Marcus) and have a 'swirl party.' I didn't ask Maggie to define that for me, but it wasn't too hard to figure out. Sean had slipped Maggie ecstasy and she spent the next several hours having sex with him.
As we lay like spoons, I was becoming incredibly hard as she recounted more of the story. My member throbbed up gainst her buns and she moved away from me a little, saying, "God Jack, I am so tired and sore. I would love to make love with you but not now."
