Epilogue
Jackson was all smiles on his return from Lewisham Hospital. He told us about the little boy who had been born earlier and the big rough Black Master showed his softer side when he told us that his brother. Luke, had passed the baby to him to hold. I could see that Elaine was impressed with this side of him, but I had begun to understand this vital and strong Black Master and like all 'real men' he could be offer a hard face to adversaries, or warm and generous to those he cared for. And I was beginning to realise that me, as his Mistress's cuckold, was included in the latter.
Jackson was, and is still, a man I should hate for making a cuckold of me; but I am not a fool -- I now realised if it hadn't been him, it would have inevitably been another man of similar strengths and talents for making Elaine a happy lady. Additionally, I had a far greater understanding of my own strengths and talents, as well as weaknesses. I knew exactly what I was and I had little wish to change -- I was happy in what I had become during that fateful week.
That Sunday night, Elaine told Jackson about my sense of disappointment at not being with them on the night she had fallen pregnant. This did not surprise my Master but he did have the good grace to apologize and, much to Elaine's elation, promised that he would guarantee me a front seat at the next. Characteristically he had turned a moment of regret to one of amusement and, anticipation for me.
That night, we went to bed happy in our new life together. Naked, I lay alongside them as they made love; proud now to wear his chains around my neck, ankle, penis (with the 'J' uppermost), as well as the cage of emasculation that locked away my manliness for good.
As I would for many times thereafter, my tongue lapped at Elaine's charming labia and vagina to remove the salty cream that had been erupted from Jackson's manly testicles. The flow from her, unstaunched by the working of my tongue, required a period of face sitting so I could consume the remainder; this now familiar practice was to become a nightly ceremony between us for many years after. Likewise, our morning shower was to be a happy routine between the three of us.
As I had witnessed Alana's devotion to Bruno in the Made Manor shower the previous day, it was now my turn. I understood the reason for such a loving and intimate action between cuckold and Master; it was to send him away in the morning satisfied and content -- not to mention the discouragement of a 'roving eye'.
Taking Master's manhood into my mouth no longer felt strange to me, and neither was the taste of his salty cream, but that morning after we had awoke together was a very special moment in my cuckold life. I washed him thoroughly and intimately and then knelt before him in submission. The rounded glans of his warm member tasted different under the running water, but was delightfully soft on my lips and tongue nevertheless. Likewise, the long cord of flesh that hung from his groin felt delicate under the sweeping kisses from my lips and my exploring tongue.
That feeling of fragility was eventually replaced with something more substantial as my, now expert, sensual attending to his arousal resulted in his member to harden in my mouth. What would have horrified me a week before now felt natural. He knew it and I knew it -- we were both setting out some of the ground rules for our future lives together. I had been Elaine's sex slave and now I was his.
I was ready for his eruption. My searching hand could once again feel the contraction of his testes, as I could hear his happy groans as he approached his climax. His large manhood jumped once in my mouth and then again, and again, and again with long streams of his salty seed filling my throat, underneath and around my tongue, flooding my teeth, all to be consumed greedily by me in long drafts of warm musty fluid down my throat.
Back to work felt a like an anti-climax after the weekend, but all of my friends were there except Alan. Charles greeted me like a long-lost brother and Josh gave me a conspiratorial smile, before telling me to go upstairs and take over at Alan's Commodities Desk. Charles, of course, took over my Africa desk.
I was never to see Alan again at the bank, but two weeks later Alana came to work dressed in an expensive business suit with a knee length skirt and black stockings -- and nobody thought to comment. Shortly after her return, Josh moved upstairs to join the board of the bank, Alana was promoted to his job as Head of Currencies, and I became the Floor Supervisor on the Commodities Department.
The lovely warm weather we had enjoyed that summer had shown its fatigue earlier in my 'cuckold week' (as I was to come to refer to it later), and finally broke a few days after return to work. The weather returned to 'Standard 'English', that is, 'pissing down with rain', and so it continued until Christmas, which depressed everyone -- except Elaine, Jackson and I. Our lives were filled with happiness, affection and let us call it for what it was -- my total sexual subjugation.
As the days, weeks, and months passed, Elaine's pretty flat tummy, with its delicate navel, gradually changed shape as the tiny being that Jackson had erupted inside her during their week of fun at Mede Manor in Wittlesea, grew gently but strongly in its warm happy nest. The reality of another man having impregnated my Wife became increasingly apparent each time she undressed for her Master's pleasure and those delightful moments when I could glance up while cleaning her labia of his potent semen.
Maddie had Bruno's baby in late November, a little girl who they named Ellie, which pleased Elaine very much. This little sprite would be the first of five children that Alan's beautiful blond Wife would bear for her Master, Bruno.
One afternoon in early December Elaine and Master sat me down to discuss our wedding. The recollection of Alana's own wedding was still fresh in my mind and, although I had been worried by its implications, I had found the short polyamorous service to be delightful memory. I had loved the very idea of total commitment to each other, and stating so publicly in front of witnesses of like-mind - and I wanted the same for us.
"How about Boxing Day (26th December, the day after Christmas Day, which is also a public holiday in UK)," suggested Elaine. So Boxing day it was.
Maddie, Bruno, and Alana's wedding had been celebrated while the sun was shining and in summer temperatures; ours on the other hand was celebrated in front of a log fire while snow blanketed Southern England including 'Snowflake Beach'.
No longer was the sea that calm beautiful azure colour of the warm days we had enjoyed, but was now the steel grey and white flecked angry monster that the English Channel could be in winter. The beach, which had seemed, in my imagination, to be a living and embracing entity, was now deserted of those pretty young Wives who had dressed to attract young fit Black Men. It looked sad and abandoned because of it.
The large room was warm, full of happy people -- Wives, their Lover's, and their cuckold's -- all wishing us a warm and wonderful future together. The Reverend Norman was his usual friendly self and seemed to take delight in joining happy threesomes together; the very fact that such ceremonies were officially discouraged by the ministry did not prevent him from doing so.
Elaine looked beautiful in a borrowed white dress (from Maddie) that accentuated her baby bump, of which she was extremely proud. Now almost five months gone, she had long ago stopped being sick in the morning and looked the picture of health and happiness, much of which could be the result of sensible nourishment, regular, exercise routines, and the more considerate penetration of Master's hard Black Member each day, night, and at every other opportunity.
Jackson looked his Masterful self in a dark suit and white shirt with waistcoat; a red silk tie and black highly polished shoes completed the picture of a man at ease with his power over his Mistress and her husband. I, on the other hand, dressed in exactly the same outfit, wore a replica of Elaine's panties underneath my trousers and, unlike Master, my little penis was caged in a new metal cage that totally constricted my erections -- I just didn't enjoy such pleasures anymore. I was the cuckold, and everybody there knew it to be so. Nevertheless, I understood that I was among friends in that lovely old manor house.
Elaine grabbed my hand and squeezed it when Norman asked her if she committed to our polyamorous marriage, and tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she said, "I do!". Jackson's reply was an unequivocal response, leaving none in any doubt of his wishes to have my Wife permanently as his Woman, but the room became suddenly silent when it was my turn to respond.
"And you James?" Norman -- the likeable, decent, cuckolded vicar -- asked. "Do you commit to this marriage?"
Why would that large hall, filled with other trios of Master's, Mistresses, and cuckolds, suddenly fall silent at my response? Why would they think that I would want anything other than total capitulation of my manliness? Maybe, in the past, someone had backed out and caused heartbreak and embarrassment; it would have been a terrible shame to go that far and then fail to take the inevitable final step.
