Elaine Jackson And I Ch 27

Chapter Twenty Seven - After the Wedding.

I admit, that I did enjoy the Wedding itself, and the socialising afterwards. I had recovered from the sadness that I felt because of the distance that had been put between Elaine and I; it was probably because of the champagne. And it made me feel good just to see the happy look on Alana's face as she chatted and danced with some of the large Black Men, including Bruno and Jackson, although it was clear that she was trying to make a point, as she had little time for me.

She was obviously still annoyed that I had interrupted her wedding. I, on the other hand, played the game of keeping a discreet distance from Elaine who kept trying to catch my eye -- clearly wanting to talk. The last thing I wanted was confrontation -- faint chance of that.

Eventually, the afternoon turned into evening and the festivities came to an end. Alana, Maddie, and Bruno had disappeared upstairs, only to reappear later in travelling clothes for their honeymoon. Hands were shaken, backs were slapped, and I was, after kissing Alana goodbye, standing alone on the steps of the mansion, when I felt the back of my collar grabbed in a strong grip -- I knew immediately whose long fingernails were now painfully embedded in my neck.

"Ouch!"

"C'mere you!"

"Mistress?"

"So what's with the attitude?" Elaine yelled, as I swung around to face a very red faced angry Wife.

"Attitude?" I responded, feigning ignorance.

"Avoiding me!"

"Avoiding you?"

Her face transitioned from red to 'tomato'. "Stop repeating what I am saying. Are you a bloody parrot?"

I was beginning to enjoy myself. "Who! Me?"

Her eyes narrowed and then opened in surprise as she realised that I was playing a gentle game with her. The redness left her face and the corners of her mouth lifted in a smile as she said, "Okay cj. But we still need to talk."

"Do we? What about?"

"I'm pregnant with my Lover's baby. And you...."

"OUR Master's baby," I interjected.

"Okay! OUR Master's baby. But we need to talk - don't we?"

"I would have thought that after my kissing of your tummy last night -- after you had hung your pills over my neck -- that I had already answered the question before it had even been asked. So what do you want from me now Dear?" I asked, in an almost sarky manner.

"I want to know that you are alright. That it's not been a problem too far for you after all the other shocks you have experienced this week," was her answer to my question, as her eyes searched my face for clues as to my state of mind.

She deserved an honest answer, so I needed to gather my thoughts -- I needed time. "Can we walk together and find Jackson. I want to explain myself to you both."

Elaine looked worried, but nevertheless hooked her arm securely through mine and we walked out of the sunshine and back into the darkened coolness of the Mede Manor House. We found Jackson standing with John and Jenny engaged in a conversation that had all three smiling and laughing.

"Say hello to Uncle Jackson," Jenny said, "we've had a phone call from Terry. Baby Luke was born last night, weighing in at six pounds four ounces."

We both stopped and looked at our happy Master, but Jenny had more to say, "Mother and Baby are doing well. Another triumph for the Natural Order. Don't you think so Dear?" she asked -- turning to her husband John.

He smiled back at his beautiful Wife and said, "One day, maybe soon, or maybe later, husbands such as James and I will be the norm. And pretty young Wives such as Joanne, just like Madeleine, and Elaine here, will know what it is to be loved physically by a real man - and that would be a Master such as Bruno and Jackson here."

There it was, I had put it to John in our earlier conversation, that Jenny and he were on a mission. He had just confirmed what I had thought; but instead of disquiet or anger at that thought, I realised that this middle-aged couple were right. I had seen the contentment in the eyes of the pretty Wives last night and this morning at the wedding, alongside the total acceptance of the husbands of their status as cuckolds.

That they were deliriously happy about their Wives getting naked and loved by strong dark Lovers who took these young beauties as their own -- 'Black Owned' in fact -- would be to overstate the fact; but just as I was beginning to realise, love and sacrifice can take many forms.

"And that is why I need to talk with Master Jackson and Elaine," I said in response to John.

"What is the matter james?" Jenny asked me.

"Yes! What is it?" Elaine said, with her eyes once again searching my face desperately for some indication of what I had to say.

"My question was," I said to the four people who stood before me, "and it still hasn't been answered properly, why did you think that a sudden shock would be better for me, than you and I having a 'sit down chat' about your relationship with Jackson."

"I thought I explained that," said John - eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Jackson looked enquiringly at Elaine -- everybody looked at Elaine.

"I thought it was the right thing to do," she muttered -- suddenly unsure.

I knew there were others looking on at the minor disturbance on the steps and what I had to say, but this was the moment to tell her about me. It had all been about Elaine, Jackson, Alana, Madeleine etcetera, so far, and my story had been one of submission and obedience, albeit with a few comedy moments thrown in, but now I was going to have my say.

"Do you remember me passing you the sugar in the Cafe, all those years ago?" I said looking straight at my Wife.

"Of course I do," she replied, "it's how we met."

"I have loved you since that very moment."

"Oh James! Please don't....." Elaine exclaimed emotionally while slipping her hand from Jackson's to clasp mine to her breasts  - but I was not finished.

"Even when that fuckwit of an ex Lover of yours broke my jaw - I loved you. I loved you when you walked under the tower to be had by a man I never even knew existed. I loved you when you bared your tits on the beach and I pretended not to notice and even invited Jackson to a meal at ours, knowing full-well that somehow he was going to have you in our bed. You have been, and still are, the love of my life."

By this time, a small crowd of cuckold couples, assorted young Black Men, some of my friends who had witnessed my 'Engagement and Alana's wedding were gathering. But Elaine's gaze never left my face.

"I have always known that I could never be a 'real man' for you. I was never 'big enough' where it matters, or strong enough, and unable to last long enough -- and I am now beginning to realise (in reference to her ex, a professional boxer called Nathaniel) -- not Black enough."

She stepped back away from me. "That's not true! You have!.... I mean!.... Er, I have....." Her voice trailed away to nothing as she muttered, "I don't deserve you."

But we all knew it to be a lie, and I saw the truth in her eyes when I replied, "No my Love. You have always deserved someone like Jackson. I have known this from that meeting in the cafe, and that is why I have embraced my unmanning. I have accepted it, embraced it, and committed to it. And when the baby is born, I shall be by your side -- both Master and I."

Instantly I had two beautiful Women's arms around my neck. Elaine and Jenny were pressing their delightful bodies against my own, but I gently pushed them away. I had more to say.

"So," I said, "why didn't you just sit me down and tell me the news that many husbands have heard in the course of their marriage?"

"And what's that?" Elaine and Jenny asked as one.

"Well, it usually starts with, 'I have something to tell you,' or 'I don't know how to tell you this,' or 'please don't be angry with me,' or even 'I've met someone,' and then you give the poor cuckolded hubby the news. Isn't that the way to do it? To lead them into it slowly? Especially now you are having Jackson's baby."

Elaine opened her mouth to reply, but was beaten to it by John.

"We tried that many times in our early days James," John said, "but too many cuckolds cried and got depressed. It was all very messy."

"And the others?"

"You met most of them last night and at the wedding today."

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have raised the matter and I was about to change the subject altogether but Elaine still hadn't had her say.

"cj is right! I owe him so much and he is the kindest man I have ever known. He asked me to be his Girlfriend after my Lover had put him in hospital, and then he married me. He is my rock! My Love! I am so lucky -- I have a big handsome Lover and an understanding husband -- and then I played a trick on him," she said, turning to me once more, "I am so sorry James. You're right, I should have talked to you. Please forgive me."

She held out her arms to fold me in a loving embrace, "Please forgive me. I feel so bad about what I did. Please forgive me.............. Please say something."

The crowd remained silent, waiting for my response to my Wife's heartfelt apology; Jackson stood by her looking concerned, Jenny held her breath, and John stared at me without blinking his eyes. It was clearly an important moment in all of our lives. And everybody had their mouths open in expectation of my profound response.

Would I say 'eff off' to my Wife? Would I bring the whole cuckold relationship down because she had -- they had -- tricked me on the beach a week ago? Or would I give a long heartfelt speech of forgiveness. The crowd had grown around us, and everyone was looking at me with anticipation.

"I'm wearing a pair of Madeleine's panties."

It was the man in a wheelchair, pushed by a tall Black Master who was flanked either side by a tall blond and petite French girl -- both pregnant, who snorted with suppressed laughter first. He was followed by other cuckolds, Wives, and Masters snorted and giggled in an increasing crescendo until the area of the Mede Manor Entrance Steps was resounding to the roar of laughter and glee; all, of course, except for one -- Elaine.

The merriment faded away after five seconds or so as eyes swung towards the stone face and angry eyes of my lovely, pregnant, Wife.

"What?"

Silence enveloped the Manor. Baited breath awaited my answer -- all eyes were upon me -- mostly amused and all with sympathy. I was going to need it.

"Come with me!"

She grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip and marched me away from the manor entrance down the corridor towards our room. Being dragged along like a small child by a woman half your size is a humbling experience but I said nothing and just let the embarrassment and humiliation waft over me in an emotional rush that nearly overwhelmed me. I was beginning to enjoy myself, and almost laughed aloud when I heard Master Jackson say to his amused companion, "This is going to be interesting. See you later Bro."

The door to our room flew open as Elaine pushed me inside, quickly followed by Jackson who leaned in a languid fashion against the wall in anticipation of the fun that was about to evolve.

"Take em off!"

"Take what off Mistress?"

"Don't play that bloody game again. Your trousers! OFF! NOW!"

There are time when I can misbehave with Elaine -- to play the fool and enjoy her impatient response to my games; but not that day -- too dangerous. My trousers were down around my ankles within seconds, and Jackson's chuckle brought a swift disapproving look from my Wife.

"They're pink!" she exclaimed - outraged.

Another chuckle from Jackson.

"And bloody see-through," she said, pointing at them in disdain, "tasteless cheap crap. And I can see the black plastic thingy on your willy."

In all truth, I would not have known 'cheap crap' lingerie from the fashion world's finest; I didn't care either way, but my Wife was clearly outraged.

"Trousers and panties off cj," Elaine said; the anger now replaced by the glimmer of a smile turning up the corners of her pretty red mouth, "and if this is what you want, you're going to wear mine."

She re-opened the already packed overnight bag resting on the bed and pulled out a clean pair of black shiny silk knickers that felt softer than the pink see-through. As I pulled them up, and adjusted my male genitals and caged penis, even I could tell that the lingerie was a much nicer to wear. Better quality. I was learning.

The atmosphere between us, as we changed out of our formal wedding suits and dress back into our travelling attire was one of intimate friendship. We laughed and joked about the wedding ceremony and Madeleine's belly size in her wedding dress.  I changed into a clean white tee shirt and navy blue shorts, Jackson a cream Ralph Lauren polo shirt and dark plum coloured Chinos, and Elaine looked happy and beautiful in a flesh pink see-through dress that discreetly showed the profile and colour of her pretty breasts. Along with the settled look on her face that spoke of inner happiness and expectation. She was, and gave the appearance of the complete and fulfilled Black Master's Mistress.

I  knew why she had this happy aura about her. In her mind, her husband had very quickly accepted his new submissive role in her life, she now had a powerful Master who bedded her with passion, size, and skill, and above all -- every pretension and secret had been resolved. But she didn't know that I had one more small emotional card to play.

The Mercedes pulled into the Mede Manor Entrance at just after 2pm, and after saying our goodbyes to Jenny and John Smith, Terry drove the powerful car at speed up the drive, onto the minor road and headed east towards Kent -- the direction that would take us back to Blackheath. The roads were narrow in that part of Sussex, so he needed to concentrate until we pulled out onto a wider main arterial road that enabled Terry to relax a little and start talking to his passengers.

Just as before, I sat alongside Terry at the front, and with our bags safely packed away in the boot (trunk), Jackson and my pregnant Wife had plenty of room to spread out on the back seat of the car. Nevertheless, in spite of the room available, the two Lover's moved close together so he had his arm around her shoulder with his hand tucked away inside her dress to cup her breast that lay naked underneath the flimsy material.

'Claiming his property again,' I thought to myself as Elaine leaned even closer to put her head on his shoulder in an act of tenderness and love, and to give him an easier access to her soft white orbs and hardening nipples.

Elaine smiled back at me as I stared back at the pair of them. Pressing Master's hand against her breast she asked, "Do you want to get in the back with us cj?"

I nodded in agreement.

"Pull over please Terry," she told our driver, "James is coming to join us."

It took Terry less than three minutes to find a place to stop on that main road, so by the time I had opened the rear door to the vehicle, my Wife had the head of Jackson's big dark manhood in her mouth. Her dress was down around her waist and her Lover had his hand inside her panties -- my duty was clear.

Kneeling inside one of the rear foot-wells, I placed my head close to Elaine's and flicked out my tongue onto the thick base of Master's member. Its warmth and softness felt pleasant on my lips as I slid them up and down the hardening flesh, pausing only to say sorry to Elaine when I bumped her on the nose with my right cheek-bone.

Terry, by this time, had pulled up the blind between the front and rear seats, and we were all very glad that the rear windows were made from darkened glass, which of course, gave us the freedom to have some fun in that luxurious German metal  box. Additionally, it saved the other drivers on the road from looking in to see a small white husband, rolling the large testicles of a handsome Black Master around in his mouth, whilst the head of his pretty semi-naked Wife bobbed up and down on a perfectly vertical hard brown rod of brown meat.

"Pull your Wife's panties down cj," Jackson ordered.

I left the, now shiny, balls to their own devices and manoeuvred around to her upturned arse in order to gain access to the delicate black lingerie. Clumsily I pulled the garment down her thighs but could go no further as both of her knees were firmly planted into the soft but strong leather seats. But such a small matter of Jackson's access to her pussy was not going to put Elaine off; first one knee lifted and I pulled one side of the panties down and then lifting the other meant that I could pull them all the way down, then easily over her feet. She was available and very ready to give him what is now rightfully his to take and enjoy.

With a simple, and fluid movement, Elaine lifted her head from his big manhood, threw her leg over my head to straddle her Lover's waist and reach behind her to guide the head towards her slippery vaginal entrance. I didn't need any prompting. I scrambled across the floor of the car to gently slap her hand away in order to take a hold of his cock and place it just where it was meant to be -- inside my Wife. And I returned to Jackson's balls, while skilfully avoiding a broken nose from Elaine's plunging coccyx.

Being the good driver that he is, Terry drove at a slower pace to give Elaine and I plenty of time to show our devotion to our Master, and managed to avoid the worst of the bumps in the road. Up and down went Elaine on his big hard rod without any let up; she may have been carrying his baby inside her but her desire for his penetration into her sweet young body was undiminished. As a seasoned and experienced Master, Jackson had complete control over his reactions so just lay back on the seat to enjoy the sight and sensations of my barely dressed Wife driving herself into rolling noisy orgasms as we rolled through the lush fields of the County of Kent.

It was near to Sidcup when Master Jackson pulled his face away from Elaine's hungry lips and said quietly, "Shall I finish My Love? Are you ready?"

Her response was unequivocal to both questions. "Oh God! Please Master! Give me it! All of it!"

"Is cj ready?"

"Don't know! Don't care!"

I was ready. In my mouth, I had felt his heavy brown testicles had tightened in readiness to release his seed. We were about to receive our 'reward'.

Reward! A curious description for a stream of sticky white fluid that would soon jet out of the long and thick organ that was now deeply embedded in my totally exhausted but happy Wife. But that is how far my total submission to this way of life had taken me. I now revered this large Black Man who was so much more of a 'man' than I. Elaine had instinctively understood his supremacy the moment she had met him and had invited him into her without hesitation; it was the Natural Order of things and I, as the cuckold, now knew it to be so. So yes; Master's seed is a reward.

His happy groan, and Elaine's long drawn-out screaming moan, was immediately followed by the pulsing and kicking of Master's pole of love as he came forcefully and satisfyingly deep into my Wife. Although still deeply embedded inside her, small trickles of frothy semen oozed from Elaine's vagina down the side of the still vertical, but now slightly softening member. Now it was my turn to show my own version of devotion, and as the now familiar taste of Jackson's seed touched my searching tongue, I got to work.

For a good ten minutes, the loving couple stayed glued together in their post coital happy-place, whereas I, as their submissive sex slave, continued to clean the softening organ as the jism oozed from my Wife's vagina. We were quiet except for the heavy breathing of my now very content and satisfied Wife, and it was Terry who broke the silence.

"We'll be in Welling soon, Master Jackson. Do you still want to go on the Lewisham Hospital?"