Chapter Sixteen - Date Night - Part Four
'How did this happen?' I thought to myself as I knelt quietly beside the bed, 'Within just a few days I have been turned from a happily married man to a cuckold kneeling by my Wife as she is penetrated by her Lover's big, dark manhood.'
We had travelled down to the South Coast of England on the Sunday when Elaine, my Wife, had disappeared with a big handsome Black Man under a beach Watch Tower where they had made love. At that moment I knew that I was a cuckold and the only question was how to cope with my emotions and my new status.
In what had been the strangest and most emotional few days of my life I had forced myself to face my sense of manliness, or its lack of. On that Sunday night and the following two nights I had allowed myself to be used by my Wife as a vessel of pleasure and to cap it all, I had invited Jackson to our house for a barbecue on the Wednesday. Last night in fact.
I had bought a restraint for my small penis and had excused myself from the meal in order to play a game with them which had spectacularly failed. They knew of my intentions in advance. 'Clever Buggers!' So that night, after a soaking from the torrential rain over London I had spent the night in the small bedroom listening to my Wife and her Lover having noisy wonderful sex.
I was being carefully manoeuvred into sexual subjugation. I knew that for every incident and small progress I made that I was moving slowly and inexorably into total cuckoldry. I now called my Wife 'Mistress' and I was close to acknowledging Jackson as my 'Master'.
To cap it all, Elaine had informed me that my best friend Alan, his Wife Madeleine and her Black Lover were going to undergo a form of 'marriage'. A polyamouric marriage she said; whatever that is, I would find out on Sunday because we were invited.
I had started by convincing myself that I was being this compliant in order not to lose Elaine who, for all of her indiscretions, was a woman I loved beyond measure. Now I was not so sure. What were my motives? What was driving me in this direction?
All of this is chronicled in Chapters One to Fifteen of my story so far which has led me up to the point of kneeling naked beside the bed as Jackson entered Elaine with his large black rod.
The sound of Elaine's loud and joyful, "Oooooh," brought me back out of my introspection and back into the here and now of watching my Wife making love with her (our?) Master. The date night, I knew, was just entering its second phase of my initiation. And I was starting to understand why I was not outraged, hurt or rejecting the whole cuckold scenario - I was beginning to accept it. Enjoy it even?
As if on queue, I felt my small pink penis begin to fill up its plastic cage in response to the picture I saw before me. My 'little feller' was growing, whereas Jackson's was now hard, thick, long and hidden from sight inside Elaine's young body; that is until he pulled it out like a shiny black cable only to reinsert immediately.
"Oooh!" went Elaine. "Aaaah!" went Jackson. "Oh Christ alive!" went I. Then the whole joyful process repeated itself again, and then again, and again. He was f*cking her with long slow strokes.
"cj. Give me your hand." Elaine's voice was quiet and breathless as she looked sideways at me with a loving gentle smile.
"Sorry Elaine! Did you just ask me to give you my hand?"
Her reply did not come immediately as the first ripple of an orgasm of the night took her attention momentarily. "Jus gimme," she mumbled and grabbed my hand and pulled it onto her right breast that was quivering from Jackson's thrusting.
Such was the force of her pull I ended up bending over the side of the bed with my feet on the floor, my head face down on the bottom sheet and one of my scattered rose petals stuck in my left nostril. 'This is dignified!' I thought to myself, 'Who said romance is dead.'
For a few minutes minutes I lay bent over the bed with my hand on Elaine's breast as Jackson powered his big manhood into her. Looking at the side of her head I could see beads of perspiration building up on her forehead - it was a warm night and the heat, both physical and emotional, was building to a kind of crescendo.
"Get on the bed cuckold. And see to your Wife's needs." Jackson had stopped momentarily and had looked down at me as I lay prone, "She needs a... little tenderness from... her little... cucky. Don't... you think?" He said while recommencing his thrusts into her young body.
"Yes Mast... Jackson." I replied as I swung my legs up onto the bed to lie on my side next to Elaine, or 'Mistress' as I was now referring to her.
"Good boy cj!" He said without breaking his rhythm, "Now pay our Lady some well deserved attention."
Gently I stroked her right breast and then her left while enjoying the rhythmic motion underneath my hands. "Is that nice for you Mistress?" I asked quietly in her right ear, "Am I doing it right? Am I doing well?"
