Chapter Seventeen - Date Night - Part Five
How many times that night had I dropped my head down to Elaine's sticky labia and with my ever more experienced tongue soothed any discomfort and scooped 'Master Jackson's' seed into my mouth? I had also lost count of the times his warm and salty cream had slid down my throat and much to my surprise I had not been repulsed by it; it just seemed to be the normal thing for a cuckolded husband to do.
I was being used as a sex slave by my Wife and her Black Lover and I knew that I was being debased, demeaned and humiliated; but that was the whole point of me attending their lovemaking. I knew it, tolerated it, and, although it would be a stretch of the imagination to say that I was loving it, I accepted that by degrading my manliness my journey into becoming a true cuckold would be that much easier to travel.
Jackson, was an experienced stud and knowledgeable in these matters, and it was through his careful controlling of the situation that the path had been less tortuous than it may have been. Elaine was clearly and deeply in love with him and now readily called him 'Master' not only when together but also in front of me; she had also encouraged me to call him 'Master' but so far I had declined. I knew that the moment I did so that I would subsume all pretensions of free will and manly control over my life and my Wife; I also understood that, should I wish to give myself over to my new life as a 'true cuckold', then that would be the moment I call him 'Master'. Nevertheless, I was aware that day was not far away - it was only a short matter of time that my emotional conflict would be resolved in 'Master's' favour.
So there I lay contemplating my future, next to a quietly snoring Jackson and a gently sleeping well-f*cked Wife. The bed was a King size but it was still a cramp for me as the two sated and sticky lovers (it was still a hot night in spite of the rain) took up much of the bed with their outstretched limbs.
I snoozed for a while in that hot bedroom until I woke again with a slight headache.Β 'Christ it's warm in here,'Β I thought as I regained my senses and realised the reason for the high temperature,Β 'I need to get the window open.'
Climbing naked from the bed I tottered over to the window that faced over next doors garden. Having released the sash cord from its tie, I pulled the lower half of the window up by approximately two feet to enjoy the welcome Easterly breeze coming up from the Thames and blowing over the South London Borough of Blackheath.
The breath of air felt quite delicious on my body, especially so as it cooled down my small penis that was now locked up for the night in a plastic restraint (no cuckold half measures for me).
I stood looking out over the gardens for at least twenty minutes, enjoying the cool and the solitude when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye - it was a flickering light in next door's garden. The light extinguished and was immediately replaced by the red pointed glow of a lighted cigarette. Almost at the same time a very familiar noise started to emanate from the open window opposite. It was the noise of a lady being sexually pleasured and by the tone of her voice I knew it was my neighbour's Wife Sheila.
'Jack's doing the business. Good on him!'Β I thought.Β 'But who is that having a ciggy down there?'Β I knew that their lodger Mr Obinga didn't smoke so I was perplexed.
I felt Elaine's warmth behind me even before she wrapped her arms around my neck and placed her head on my shoulder, "Don't let that breeze blow you thingy off Dear," she said, laughing softly at my expense.Β That she had called me 'Dear' was unusual because over the preceding two days Jackson had starting to refer to me as 'cuckold james' or 'cj' for short, and it was a name that had seemed to stick; in fact they were both calling me cj now as a matter of routine.
"There is someone in Jack's garden," I said without responding to her jibe about my small penis, "Should I call the police?" I asked.
"That'll be Jack," replied Elaine softly, "he always goes down to his shed for a smoke when Sheila's entertaining."
"Entertaining? Who would she be entertaining at this time of night,"
Realisation struck me that Elaine, or 'Mistress' as I now call her in the interests of subordination, was talking about Sheila having sex with another man.
"Who do you think cj?" She asked, "Who lives in that house as well as Jack and Sheila?"
"Mr Obinga?" I asked, even though I knew the answer beforehand.
"Henry Obinga has been Sheila's Master for the last ten years cj," she said quietly. "Didn't you know that you had a 'Black Owned' couple living next door to you?"
I stepped away from her and looked in her eyes which were now reflecting the golden glow of the orange street lights of London. "And how do you know that Mistress?"
"Surely you haven't missed all the clues cj," she replied as if in disbelief. "If Jack had the word 'cuckold' stamped on his forehead it couldn't be plainer. Watch them all together. Who stands closest to Sheila?" I shrugged. "And who does she ease her body against when they are together at a party?" she continued, with her pretty eyebrows raised.
"I've never noticed," I replied, "but that's very astute of you to deduce all that from just observing them. That's very clever, I must say."