Chapter Twenty Five - The Day of the Wedding - Part One
Hours later, I could still feel Alana's soft and intimate tongue on my 'little man' despite my cage having been 're-secured' moments after ejaculating into her pretty mouth. Not only had the delightful orgasm that she had treated me to rocked my own little world, the thought that it was my best friend Alan who had done so had disorientated me emotionally. And the secret smile on her face as she had left me naked in the Library told me that she knew it. And why was I now thinking of him now as 'her'?
The evening had ended for me after Master and Mistress had decided that the bedroom upstairs exerted a strong pull on their emotions and desire that could not be denied. Having returned to them from the Library with my little restraint back on my penis, I tried to catch Alan's eye but she was deeply ensconced in the sanctuary of Bruno and Madeleine's little circle and deliberately did not look my way.
I felt a little disconcerted at Alana's blanking of me but I understood the reason why. While these were strange times for me, they were even stranger for her -- him -- whatever! Although I had always thought that Alan and I were not the usual beer-swilling football supporters, I had never thought that he had 'man on man' sexual tendencies, but on the other hand a week ago I would not have considered fellating my Wife's Black Lover a normal heterosexual activity. I had abandoned my manliness to a life-changing state of sexual emasculation.
That night, Elaine and Jackson's lovemaking had changed from the free-wheeling, rampant and, in many ways, selfish pleasure-seeking 'f*ck at all costs' athletics, to a gentle love-making. She had held his eyes with a warm gaze as she had laid back on the bed to open her long legs and smile in welcome as his dark fleshy pole had entered her. Her sigh of joy at his penetration echoed his own gasp of delight as he felt her warm vagina engulf his rock hard manhood. A manhood, it musty be said, that was rock hard due to my attentions with my tongue and gentle fingers.
Little was said between us, my Wife and her Master, knew what they were doing and why. I, the cuckold, knew it too -- although the new purpose of their mating had only been announced to me, and all others in that hall that evening. But if I needed any reminding of their mission, the little packet of 'Microgynon 30' that I had been given was the prompt -- not that I needed one.
It had been early morning after their lovemaking had waned and sleep had overcome us. Like the dutiful husband/cuckold that I was, I had slurped and cleaned Elaine's labia and vagina entrance conscientiously as well as resurrecting Jackson's member at least three times before I lost count. And each time I heard Master roar in triumph as his seed erupted, I was fully aware that this may be the moment when he impregnated my Wife. It should have been a deeply unsettling thought, but for a reason unknown to me - then, it was not; but it would not be until weeks later would I fully understand just what the Natural Order was in reality.
As I had, the previous morning, I arose while the two Lover's were still asleep, and went to use the bathroom. As I had the day before, I looked out of the window across the sea and to the beach below and marvel at the colours of the green hills, golden sand, and azure blue sea. It was early for a Sunday morning, but because the weather had remained warm, there were people already on the beach -- fully naked and going places. And I was curious to know where.
I finished my ablutions, crept into the bedroom and quietly put on a pair of sandals, and shorts over my restraint -- I was decent enough to face the world. I made my way to the bench overlooking the beach where John and I had sat the day before where he had opened my eyes to the realities of being a cuckold and his part of, what did he call it? The Natural Order, that was it! And the mission he and his Wife Jennifer had embarked upon to pair vigorous Black Lovers to unsatisfied Wives.
I sat in the sun for about an hour, watching the naked couple meet up with some others who were then joined by young and heavily hung Black Men who immediately started to make moves on the Ladies in full view of their husbands. It was a happy scene as each couple headed for the dunes behind, the sea to splash and have fun prior to making love somewhere on the sand or under the tower.
Each cuckold had known exactly what their Wives were there for and sat peacefully chatting together in small groups while keeping an eye on the Ladies and their enjoyment. 'This is cuckolding on an industrial scale,' I thought. And my revelation was confirmed seconds later as the sweet voice of Jennifer Smith interrupted my thinking.
"You know James," she said as she parked her nice round arse on the bench beside me, "there seems to be more and more each year."
"Husbands like me, you mean?"
"Of course Dear!"
"Where have they come from?" I asked.
"Oh! All over." she replied. "Many come down from London for the day. Some are locals, and others from -- well -- all over."
"And the Black Guys," I asked as I watched yet another newly arrived young Wife disappear from her husband's view with a particularly 'well-hung' young stud.
"Our students," Jennifer replied with obvious pride, "we let them loose in their last year before graduation. But didn't you see all this last week?"
"I looked, but didn't see," was my truthful reply.
Jennifer's nose wrinkled as she smiled sympathetically and replied, "Of course cj. I fully understand."
After an half-hour in the sun, I was not in the mood to go down to the beach; I would have been out of place in such a happy orgiastic setting anyway. And in my obsession with the 'goings on' I could feel that I had mild sunburn on my shoulders and neck.
"Walk with me James (not cj?)," Jennifer said, "I want to talk about Alana."
We stood and turned, but not before we caught the sight of one of the young Wives adjusting and then locking her husband's penis cage.
"Love is a many-splendored thing -- don't you think cj?" Jennifer asked, referring to that old film and Andy Williams song.
"It certainly is Jenny," I responded thoughtfully, "especially when sacrifices are made."
"Just to be sure cj," she said while walking back to the house beside me, "all, or most, of those hubbies down there on that beach are very happy to make them."
"Why?"
"You ask me that, when your own little willy is under lock and key?" she responded -- with a question.
"I'm still trying to understand just what has happened to me."
She stopped and turned to face me; with the beautiful manor house behind her, she told me something that I should have already realised but had failed to do so. "Just as you have, they too have realised that they are failing sexually, and that their Wives deserve the best; so they find solace in the reality of their love of the superior male Lover..."
"The Black Lover?" I interjected.
"Of course! Naturally! And that is why they -- and you -- have chosen to wear the cuckold's restraint." She stopped for a second to look unblinking into my eyes. "And you like wearing yours -- just as they do. I'm right aren't I?"
I did like wearing my plastic restraint. It felt comforting and in quiet moments I had looked for different types; in fact I had ordered a small metal cage that I was hoping to trial the following week.
"You are Mistress," I replied, suddenly realising the reason, or reasons, that I had accepted my cuckolding so easily, "I do like wearing it. I like the physical comfort of it and the emotional significance of it."
"And that is?"
"My complete subjugation by my lovely Wife and her Master. I have become accustomed to my new life so quickly that the cage has become a welcome emblem of that enslavement," I replied, smiling and relieved that I had got this statement off my chest to someone, outside of my immediate circle, and who would understand my feelings.
Jennifer smiled back at me and raised her arm to put it around my back and manoeuvre me up the steps of the house, but as she touched my skin I yelled in pain. 'Brilliant! You idiot!' I thought -- you have sunburn. I had sat too long in the sun.
"Oh you silly boy," Jennifer exclaimed, with a worried frown creasing her pretty forehead. "Let's get some Calamine on your shoulders."
Josie had heard Jennifer's, albeit concerned, tender, and much deserved, reproach for my stupidity and stood waiting at the top medical room with a bottle of the White fluid in one hand and a swab of cotton wool in the other.
Her broad Yorkshire accent was comforting as she dabbed the cool chalky liquid onto my shoulders and neck. "I thought you were very dignified last night cj," she said as the pain and itching started to recede, "I only wish that my own hubby had been as gentle and understanding as you."
"Are you still married?" I asked.
