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Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 01

By: nocluescooby



I am an unusual man, but you wouldn't know it on sight. Probably not many men have had such an urge to see their wife having sex with another man, especially not a man as outwardly normal and 'vanilla' as I. But our relationship became what it is because I worked hard for it to become polyandrous. 

It all started for me long ago. Everybody has a kink, I believe. Mine is an inexplicable sexual weakness for erotica written with cuckoldry as a theme. I couldn't explain why that is true and wouldn't even attempt to try, in part because I feel that to try to quantify the urge is in some ways tantamount to apologizing for it. Either people understand, in which case no explanation is necessary, or they don't (and never will). Strictly speaking, I didn't want a purely cuckolded relationship with my wife because I didn't want to be deprived of her myself. But there was something that erotically stirred me at the thought of watching Cathleen with another man, especially a black man.

Cathleen was just 18 when we met, and I was 28. She has a curvy figure, with long brunet hair and pale white skin. Even though she was younger than I she was fairly sexually active before we met, and didn't seem to feel as though she had lost out by marrying at 20.

In the last year I had begun to try to get her interested in a menage å trio with another man. She was resistant for some time, thinking that my request signaled a lack in our relationship. I downloaded erotic stories with a cuckold themes from the internet and left them on the computer for her to find. I started bringing home more interracial porn and sharing it with her, dropping the occasional comment on how much it turned me on to see white women with black men. Eventually she came to see that my fantasy was not a bad thing for her at all. After a few months she began to get into the idea as a fantasy, and started to talk dirty to me during sex about imaginary lovers. My immediate physical reaction was for my cock to throb get harder within her. I flipped her over and took her with renewed passion. She clearly enjoyed the reaction and started pouring it on. Her talk became much more explicit and coarser. I couldn't help myself any longer and came hard inside her. Rather than let the moment pass, I scooted down between her legs and started to lick her with abandon, crying out that her lover's cum tasted good in her pussy. Cathy climbed up onto her knees and proceeded to ride my mouth. Her dirty chatter continued as I pleasured her to completion several times until her legs gave out.

The next morning I brought her breakfast in bed, and generally spoiled her for the day. We didn't talk about the night before. But our lovemaking had graduated to a new thing, and we started to increasingly include role playing like that night. After a month she started to want to take the fantasy deeper, but not actually physically fulfill it. However, she insisted that she have the right to experiment on her own as to how to accomplish the next step. I heartily agreed, feeling that she needed to be comfortable and that couldn't happen with me hanging over her every move.

She began to spend more time on the internet, in the computer room alone. It was hard on me, as I was dying of curiosity. She made it a habit to clear the browser after her sessions, and keeping me teased by not having intercourse with me afterwards. Instead, she climbed on the bed and simply spread her thighs for me to orally please her as she continued the sexy erotic talk about her lover.

After a week, she let me into the room to see her in action. My cock sprung to attention as I watched her slowly teasing a black man on a live cam site! She kneaded her large breasts for him, twisting her nipples through her baby blue tank top. In turn he started stroking his manhood. I stayed out of the camera as Cathy let a strap fall off her shoulder, revealing the dark of her nipple contrasted against her pale white skin. His stroking became more intense as her fingers found her hard nipple. I dropped my pants as I saw her wedding ring sparkle as she showed herself off. Without thinking I started to play with my own cock, unable to help but stare at her ring with her nipple as a back drop. Cathy rose and pealed off her panties, revealing her secret to this man. She let her hands wander, and it was not long before we were all cumming! She logged off and we went to our bed. Again she spread her legs for me to orally please her. Now, with the visual of this black man in both our heads, her erotic talk became even more torrid and explicit. 

After she had finished cumming she lifted my head so we could have eye contact. "George, do you really want to go forward with this? I've decided I might be ready to invite another man into our bed, but I don't want it to hurt us. I know that you wanted this, but I need to know that if I go forward you will see this to the end. I know I'll always love you, but I can't guarantee what I'll feel about the other man, or even how it will all fit together. "

I rested my head between her creamy thighs, while the scent of her pussy filled my lungs. "I've always wanted this honey. Maybe I'm just different than other men, but I am turned on by the idea of bringing another man into our relationship."

"Turned on, I know," she said. "But I need to know that you will still love me if you see me with another man, that's what I need. If I agree to try this, really try this, you have to agree to see our relationship to where ever it goes. Do you really think you can taste my pussy with another man's seed dripping onto your tongue? How do you think you will react to the smell of mixed sweat of me and 'him' afterwards?"

"Yes, honey, I want to explore this with you. Like I said, I've always wanted this, and I promise not to leave you if you help me at least resolve this need I have. It started as my need, and I opened up to you to finally know, once and for all, where this need leads. I've tried to live a vanilla life, really I have. But this need isn't going away. I can't help it, and I think there is no other way for me to work this out."

She stared into my eyes for a long moment, looking for any conflicting signs to what I was saying before saying, "Okay. It is settled, but I want to test you before we get too far into this. I don't want to get emotionally involved with another man, perhaps even fall in love with him, without knowing that your feelings are solid. So I am going to be in control of this whole thing by starting going out on Saturday nights on dates. I have a man in mind, and don't ask anything about him! Until I am satisfied that our relationship can withstand this, it is enough for you to know that your wife is out with another man. If you want to encourage me to get to know another man, you will stay at home when I am out and wait for me to come home. And no watching porn or touching yourself either! I want to know if you can handle this or not, and your reaction will be tainted if you have let your fantasies get the better of you. Can you live with my conditions?"

My heart was heavy and my cock throbbed. Here was my wife offering to fulfill my lifelong fantasy of seeing my woman with another man. I would be lying if I didn't admit that I was worried about the possibility that she could fall for 'him'. I felt torn between my love for her, and my fantasy of seeing her in the throes of passion with another man. That was the twist. The need for this had not abated in my life, but there was still the risk of the unknown. Who was this man? Did I know him? What would this man think of me? Would I be embarrassed if I met him? How would we 'gel' as a trio? I had so many questions flowing through my soul. But I knew what my answer would be ultimately. I knew that my need to experience this had to be answered. I knew that I could not continue to live my vanilla life without KNOWING, once and for all, if this was just a fantasy, or who I really was.

"Yes, let's do this," I answered.

"Good, I have a date tomorrow night, and I'm going shopping in the afternoon for some new clothes. You can sleep in the guest room tonight honey, and think about what you've committed to." 

Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 02



This is the continuation of the story Cathleen Encouraged. To fully understand the background leading into this installment I suggest reading Part 1 first.

*

Cathleen awoke early the next morning. I didn't sleep all night in anticipation.

She went straight from our bedroom to the bath. While she showered I made breakfast for us. Cathy exited the bathroom wearing a silk bathrobe, sitting at the kitchen table and sipped her coffee without saying much as I ate. She didn't touch the food, and was reserved. I did find myself checking her body out more than I had in some time. She let her calves slip out, and her robe part to the knee where her hand held it closed. The top of the robe was open, and I felt like a voyeur drawn to my own wives' breasts! It was incredibly strange to experience. Here I was lusting after my wife, knowing that I hadn't been in such heat for her in years. As hot as the scene was making me I didn't want to spoil our decision. I realized right away that this was, in part, what I needed in the relationship - to want her yet not automatically have her. The knowledge that I would need to work for her affections if this happened turned me on.

She went our early to shop, just as she said the night before. It could only be taken as an affirmation that she wasn't kidding; she had a date planned tonight. 

I won't deny that as much as this fact turned me on it terrified my heart! Such a dichotomy! What I always felt I needed unseated me so thoroughly! I decided to go out and chip golf balls. Not because I thought my shot would be on par, it wouldn't. I just couldn't think of anything else to do to stop myself from thinking about the situation any more. So I left a note, telling her that I would be home for dinner at 7 and went out.

My day slunk along like a snake on a cold day, which is to say that it was strangely calm and uneventful. I hadn't felt like this since the afternoon of the senior prom. All anticipation and nothing to abate the overwhelming sense of the night to come was the order of the day. All day with nothing to do, knowing it wouldn't take more than an hour to get ready. I chipped 4 buckets of balls before lunchtime. I ended up driving an hour away to a multiplex and watching movies all afternoon just to keep myself occupied.

I got home at 7, like I promised, and saw Cathy's car parked in the driveway. I called for her upon entering the house, without response. When I reached the kitchen I found that my wife had added to my note. It was still on the table, and she had written:

"I have other plans for dinner, honey. I'll be home late, but I want you to wait up. Don't forget your promises. Love, Cathy"

I have to admit that I never wanted to touch my cock so badly. I knew it would be hard to keep my promise when she went out. But knowing that she was on a date had my writhing erotic for her. She was my total obsession. The thoughts were endless, and flashed by like watching a merry go round. Obviously they went to dinner, but what style restaurant? Were was their date going to go from there? I tried to picture it so many ways I was dizzy. Suddenly I could think of dozens of places to go and things to do with my wife that I was at a complete loss for eons to come up with.

Then there was Cathy. What was her outfit like? How did she do her hair? Perfume? How did she feel? Was she excited to be on a date with him, or a date without me in general?

Then there was my natural curiosity of her date. Was he charming in her eyes? What was he built like? Tall? Other than me, what was my wife's "type"? That one was more than a little disconcerting. I had never put a face on another man that I would share her with, other than being turned on at the thought of a black cock sliding in and out of her precious pink folds. Curiosity of "him" had me in a spin, that's for sure! Sitting watching TV didn't take away the knowledge that I hadn't thought "him" through, and it was a blaring reality in my gut. 

I was comforted by two thoughts. 

The first was that it HAD to be this way to begin our adventures. She had to decide to take the initiative and set this date WITHOUT my interference. She needed to be comfortable with this enough on her own terms, since this originated with my fantasy, to take my hand and walk through this door with me.

The second thought was the knowledge that if I had chosen the man it would have ruined the whole thing, because the reality for her would have been that I had been in control and not her - thus the obvious tint of fact that she wasn't ready and that it was just for me.

Knowing these things and being able to sit the night out without obsessing are two different things. I tried my best not to obsess, but it was useless.

I wondered what my wife would "do" on her date. I didn't have a yardstick, since so many years had passed since we exchanged vows. What she "did" on a first date than and now were not automatically the same things. Then I was struck again that this was a completely different relationship anyway, and my experiences with her didn't matter in the way they decided to let their date reveal itself.

That was another revelation I let sink into me as I thought - that I was currently separate from her. She was a grown woman on a date with a man, and I had no right to even mentally chaperone the event. As hard as it was to deal with from the perspective of our marriage, she had to decide FIRST if this other man might make a good fit for us. I felt like that was the only proper way, that she would find a lover she was comfortable with then introduce me into the relationship they had developed. 

I won't say that I wasn't turned on by the situation. I was. But the lack of knowing what my wife was up to had a grip on me beyond the erotic.

I had until the wee hours to let this fish flap itself around the inside of my skull. When the car that they were driving arrived, I knew it was them. I didn't peak, but it seemed like an eternity that they bade each other good night.

When she breezed into the living room, she was clearly still enchanted by her evening. She took my hand and led me to our bed. We made love stronger than in years, while I detected the faint smell and taste of another man as I kissed her shoulders . . .



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 03



This is part 3 (obviously) of an ongoing story. To understand this better it would be helpful if you have read the previous installments.

*

Cathy was coy about her date when I tried to dig for details. "No details for you yet!" she said with a smile.

The tease made me so much more anxious I could have burst! I had obsessed for hours the night before while she was out, and I was still at it.

"Please! I won't ask who he is, just like you said before the date." I pleaded with my wife. "Come on . . . at least tell me where you went."

"Not yet. When I feel like it I'll open up, and only as much as I am ready." she replied. "I will say that I had a good time, and I'm going out with the same man Tuesday night."

It was Sunday morning, and this isn't something I was expecting. I planned on handling my feelings on a weekly basis, like we had agreed to at the start.

"I thought you were only planning on going out on Saturday nights?" I asked.

"Planning, yes. But I've been asked out, and as a woman 'on the market', as it is, I feel free to accept dates. That is what you asked for, isn't it - that I would be free to explore other men without your interference?"

I had no arguement. That was the nature of the agreement I had spent so long begging her to accept. I had wanted for my wife to date as a single woman - to find other men to experience. Still I felt a twist of the double edged knife. I wanted this. It stirred my soul and I couldn't deny the fact. But I also felt the pang of want for her, the testosterone driven desire to possess her sexuality.

"This is the reality of your desire George. You essentially begged me to be with other men. I finally accepted that you could REALLY want this. But I have final say in this, and you agreed to my terms. If you want your wife 'on the market', you have to accept you've lost any say in who I date, when I go out, or even what I do."

"Yes Cathy, I agree that this is the only way for you to start dating," I said feeling my heart thumping with anxiety.

"Okay," she replied. She seemed relieved at my response. "In fairness I will tell you that I did have a good time on my date. For now that's all you need to know. I do expect you to do exactly as we have agreed while I am out on a date, specifically I want you here at home and not touching yourself. I was very happy at how attentive you were as a lover last night, and want your sexual tension awaiting my return whenever I go out."

That was all she would reveal. I dealt with my feelings and urgings accordingly as the weeks went by. My wife held all the cards, testing my resolve I believe. To be sure she acting like a single woman, coming and going at her discretion. She went out 3 or 4 nights a week with her suitor. But the sex we had made the twisting knife worth all my nights waiting, that's for sure! My balls surrendered every precious drop of cum into her sacred folds at every chance! The sense of sexual urgency for her was so great that my testicles so drained themselves that the pain afterwards was almost unbearable!

There came a time when things started to shift, when I had crossed a threshold of trust in her mind with the relationship. That night was a month after she started dating her boyfriend. They had been parked in front of the house longer than usual that night. She walked in the door, and to me in the living room. 

"Strip!" she demanded.

I did, sensing the change in her overall demeanor immediately. Silent, she watched me undress.

When I was done, she unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts were covered with hickies, proclamation marks from her boyfriend. She tilted her head back, jutting her lovers' proof of claiming for me to see.

"If you really love me, then love me now!" she said. "Lick my breasts - suck them - show me you want what you said you wanted!" 

I jumped at the chance, kneeling before my love goddess and obeying. I have never had any bisexual impulses, and that is still true. Licking my wife's breasts knowing I was directly tasting her boyfriend's saliva off her turned me on because of her display of sexuality. I licked and lapped every inch of her breasts eagerly. She was clearly enjoying the ironic dichotomy of her husband licking her lover's hickies and nipples!

I went to unbutton her slacks, but my hand was stopped by hers.

"Wait!" she said. "There's a new detail. I've let my boyfriend get sexual with me. Now I want you to be patient. I'm still new to the idea of being with more than one man at a time. As you can see, tonight I let him begin to experience me."

She looked into my eyes for approval, just like the night we decided to travel this road.

"Yes," I said.

"I just want to make sure I'm not losing you. I do love you, and will break it off with him if you say that you can't handle this. I have to admit that your response tonight tells me that you are still okay with where we are."

"I still love you," I assured.

"Good," Cathy responded. "I want to make love with Randy - that's his name. He has been taking me out for awhile now, and I want to give myself to him."

"Yeah."

"Well, it's not just 'yeah'," she said. "Like I said before I'm new to the idea of being with more than one man at a time. If you REALLY want this I want you to take a back seat to him - sexually - while I start to experience Randy as a partner in bed."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well, until I'm ready for things to be different you can't have sex with me. I am just not ready to have more than one cock inside me. I'll still let you give me oral - but you have to be ready to accept giving up having your cock in my pussy for now." 

There is was. I had moved down a wrung. Randy was going to have my wife's pink folds, and I was to be relegated to cleaning up. The ball was already rolling, and I knew it.

"Yes, I love you and still want to go with it," I said.

"Then we start now!" she said as she undid her bottoms. She stepped out of them and walked towards our bedroom.

On our marital bed she spread her thighs, in invitation. I dove at the opportunity. Her pussy was still unspoiled by her boyfriend, but was drenched and deep in the scent of her. I tongued and tasted her, knowing that she wouldn't taste like this for long. I had not been with her in a week, as she had been visited by her friend recently. The spices in my mouth were purely of my wife, and I cherished that she gave me the opportunity to have it once more before she included Randy into her sex.

I had only to wait 2 days until Friday, her next date with Randy. Two days never took so long! Cathy wouldn't touch me, and was psychologically preparing herself for him (as was I in my own way).

Friday night was like every other night for me that she went out, with one little exception. Cathleen didn't come home until 4:30 AM! She walked in, unapologetic and clothes disheveled, clearly a woman that had been fucked. The scent of sex reeked off her body, and she had a lusty bounce to her stride.

She walked right up to me and kissed me opening her mouth and thrusting her tongue to mine. The taste was of cock, unmistakably. I knew this was my graduation test - to love her right now. She had clearly had Randy's cock in her mouth, and I needed to accept my wife's kiss. I did, wantonly. We crossed the line, and we both knew it. She began to french kiss me passionately, knowing I had accepted her and her lover.

It was not long before we were in our bed. She rode astride my face with her sex, which she had never done before, queening me.

Still, as I eagerly lapped my wife's slick cum dripping folds, I knew that I did not know who her lover was - only that I had to trust her judgement. Here I was being fed my wife's lovers' cum from her sworn married pussy - unaware whose cum I drank! My cock throbbed, knowing how haughty my wife had become! She responded by grabbing it and stroking it mercilessly as I drank her gift to me. Luckily the situation had me profusely dripping pre-cum and there was at least lubricant - as she was not taking me in her mouth! I came quickly and her response was to leave in on me to dry. Instead she mentally focussed on queening me. I ate her cum filled pussy eagerly, taking my position with pride.

After that night Cathy started to confide in me like a girlfriend. She told me about Randy, and their dates, in detail. I reached a new level, as it were, with my wife. She still didn't reveal much about him, just her dates with him and what they did. Oh yeah, she wasn't too shy to tell me about their sex life! She constantly teased me with a pull and push I had never known. I wanted my wife more than ever. But ironically, Randy got to have her as I waited . . .



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 04



This is an installment of an ongoing story. To understand the context it would be helpful to read the previous installments.

*

Cathy had been sexual with Randy, her new lover, for a solid month. She had become very open about their sex life with me. She had decided not to make him wear condoms (she used the Pill), and enjoyed coming home from her dates sans panties, cum filled. Our sex life had consisted purely of me giving her oral satisfaction (especially right after she returned to me after being with him). When she decided she was done, Cathleen encouraged me to masturbate as she teased me with intimate details of how Randy had fucked her that night. I felt dual pangs of fear and eroticism at her taunts, still tasting the mixture of their sex in my mouth as I stroked.

We were, ironically, emotionally closer than ever. Being with him brought her sexuality out in a different way than she had been with me. She had been open with me in regards to her fantasies. But being with him changed her sexually. She had become much more aggressive, and I felt like I was married to a whole new woman. When she first started to date him, she was still quite demure about the situation. After a month of having Randy she teased me one night as I stroked, saying:

"How does it feel to lick HIS cum from my pussy George? Do you like drinking my lover's cum out of your wife's pussy? I KNOW you do! His cock is MUCH larger than yours, and he came in me four times tonight when I gave myself to him! Yeah, that's right your wife fucked another man, begged for him - sucked him back to hardness several times - I BEGGED for him to take me and put his cum where he wanted . . . and boy did he! He fills me up so much I didn't even think he would fit when I first touched his cock! But he has stretched me out, and now that pussy isn't the same as you remember it George . . . Pretty soon you're going to meet my lover, so show me, show me right now George how much you want to meet Randy!"

That drove me over the edge, and I came hard as I stared into my wife's eyes.

She had become so much dirtier in her sex talk since becoming sexually active with Randy, and I knew she wasn't making any of the details up. I had known her pussy well. But I knew she was being honest about his size. False bragging wouldn't explain away that her folds were well stretched since she let him experience her charms. Outstretched, thin, and pinker than ever, her folds revealed her activity to my awaiting mouth upon her return. The varying layers of dried cum on her thighs and shaved pubic area betrayed the likelihood of several encounters in a night.

Cathy still hadn't revealed more than her lover's name. I had been worried, from as soon as the fantasy of her having a lover had turned into the reality of her having a lover, how he and I would interact. I wasn't bisexual (or even bi curious) in spite of licking his cum from my wife. Did he have expectations that he and I would be involved? Actually what turned me on about the situation was thinking about her and him. The knowledge that Cathleen had been with a lover made me in heat for my wife - any way I could have her. It was bizarre, I am fully aware, that not having her to myself would make me so horny for her. But my little wife had become adept, quite quickly, at pulling my erotic strings.

Even though everything was going just like I'd begged my wife for I was still worried about how Randy and I would get along. Now that he was getting her, would he be willing to share her with me as I had with him? Would he prefer to be equal with me as a co-husband? Or would he insist on being a dominant man in our triad?

The next morning from the session when she said that I would be meeting Randy, I found a note on the kitchen table (at her request I was sleeping in the spare bedroom from when she started to be intimate with him). It read simply:

Randy and I have dinner plans tonight at the Bombay Palace, downtown. You are invited. Show up at 7 sharp. Love your wife, Cathleen

The whole day was a nervous and anxious, pumped up version of the first night she went out with him. The hours passed maddeningly slow, and I was left to my own thoughts as time passed. The feelings of uneasiness would not abate, even though I had brought it upon myself.

'Who was truly sacrificing in this relationship?' I debated within. My wife had not wanted this, and eventually succumbed to my repeated requests, risking losing our relationship in consummation of the experience. I had accepted relinquishing my sexual rights with her at her request, and risked losing her to another man. Randy risked wasting his time with us if Cathleen had changed her mind and he had fallen in love with her while seeing her. We had all sacrificed to get to this point. We all had risked something. Now here we were on the edge of the unknown - how would Randy and I interact.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I explained to the host that I was meeting someone. He gestured with an open arm and I scanned the room. I saw Cathleen at a private table in the rear. I couldn't see her lover. He was obscured by a curtain. There was no backing out now, and their placement meant that I would have to meet him face to face if I were to get my chance to see him at all.

I entered their private alcove, held my breath, and saw Randy for the first time.

The air left my lungs, and my heart dropped as I saw he was a Black man, very dark of skin and athletic in build! My mind projected backward, now knowing I had licked a Black man's cum from the stretched pink pussy lips of my wife - many times! He had cum and cum and cum inside her! He had experienced my wife, and knew her sex. He was the reason her opening was clearly enlarged by him, I knew this by my own oral sex upon her sacred mound.

I had started this off by telling her that I was turned on by the idea of her having a Black lover. But I NEVER thought she would actually have sex with a Black man! I had assumed that she was involved with either her boss or a coworker. A white one! I realized how arrogant I had been, and how powerless, how weak, I had become in the situation.

The weakness made me light headed, and I swayed on my feet.

"Please, have a seat George," Randy said.

"Yes, I could use one!" I replied.

"Oh, honey sit next to Randy" Cathleen said.

I took my place next to him in the booth. She reached across the table and gripped my hand, while giving Randy a beaming smile. A round of tequila shots arrived right after I sat.

"To new beginnings," Randy toasted.

All three of us raised out shot glasses and drank.

"So . . . surprised honey?!" Cathleen teased. "You have to admit that you said that the thought of me being with a Black man turned you on!"

My face was turning red, and it wasn't the drink. They were both staring straight at me, waiting.

"Come on, you can admit to Randy that you got turned on thinking about your little wife giving it up to a Black man!" She continued in a tone that was slightly condescending. "I know you're probably still floored that my new lover is Black. It's OK! I actually always wanted to at least TRY interracial sex. You just gave me the opportunity, and I love you for that. But don't forget that this is what YOU said you wanted. Now, I want you to tell Randy for yourself . . . we are WAITING!"

I was silent for a moment, finally looking at Randy and saying, "It's true, I am turned on that she is having sex with you!"

I couldn't believe I had put myself on the line, but there it was - out there for him to use. I felt totally exposed, like I was naked in public. My heart pounded in my chest, but my cock started to grow . . .

"That's good to hear because we are enjoying ourselves!" he said, cutting the tension and bringing a laugh from everyone the table.

His sense of humor disarmed me, and brought light of the situation. We all eased into the newness of the reality that we were a chain, united by Cathleen. Over the course of the dinner (and a couple of bottles of wine), I learned that Randy had met Cathleen through an ad she had placed on an adult personals site. Cathleen's ad explained our situation as a white couple, as well as expressed her desire to indulge herself with a Black man at my request. He worked as an account executive, and lived a couple of cities away from us, a half hour ride. There was still the strangeness of the situation, to be sure. But I felt reasonably comfortable with Randy. We got along as equals over dinner.

"Let's go back to our house George," my wife suggested, holding his hand as she looked to me for approval in front of the Indian waitress, who tried to act as though she hadn't heard.

"Yeah, I'd like to see my little white girl's bedroom," Randy said with a firm tone.

"Our house? Sure I think that would be good," I acquiesced. The waitress shot a quick glance at me, with a subtle smile.

We all rose, and he took her by the waist and planted an open mouth kiss on her pliant lips right before my eyes. My heart raced, and cock throbbed, as I witnessed my wife wantonly kissing her Black lover in public.

"See you at the house," Cathleen said as she walked toward the door with Randy.

When they had left I settled up with the waitress, who knowingly smiled.

I was unprepared for the vision that I saw when I walked into my house. They were in the living room, lights on and drapes open. Cathleen was kneeling completely naked, wearing a leather collar attached to a leash held by Randy!

His pants were at his ankles and his other hand held her hair as a bridle as her precious mouth was wrapped around his manhood, "That's it white bitch - suck my Black cock!"

I was speechless as I watched her lustily try to satisfy him, face eagerly bobbing on his cock.

"And what the FUCK do you think you're lookin at! This is it! Your wife is MY cock slut now, man!" he yelled at me. "You like seein' Black men 'n white women, well here it is - your wife suckin' MY Black cock! Yeeaaaa, now you know what she been up to boy! Yo wife is a real Black cock slut now! Guess you didn't think that'd happen - hahahahah!!!! Now fuckin' strip cuckold! Fuckin' NOW! Time for you to git all naked, no more modesty for you any more!"

I felt embarrassed, and at the same time compelled to obey this man. He was clearly different in private than the refined man at the restaurant, and I found myself willingly giving him control, psychologically as well as physically.

"Ohhh, yeah bitch - you suck me goood!" he yelled. "So this what you thought it would be cuckold?! Yo wife suckin' my dick, gettin' me ready for that married white pussy . . . you like it, ya'll already admitted it!! So no sense even tryin to back out now, just keep peelin them clothes off . . . let's see if yo little dinkie is hard!"

I gave in and obeyed his command to undress. I was shaking, literally, as I exposed myself.

"Well, well, well, no wonder ya wanted your wife to fuck a Black man! Can't hope to fill her up with that! Walk over here cuckold!"

I did, standing naked before this man as my wife was pleasing him.

"Hey bitch, look at yo husband now!" he ordered.

His manhood slowly emerged from her mouth. There we were side by side for her to compare - open for her to clearly see! He was twice my size! I felt trapped, tricked, knowing he had done this on purpose!

"So show me your bedroom, bitch!" he said taking her by the hand.

"See you in the morning George!" she said as they walked toward the room . . .



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 05



This is part on an ongoing story. The theme is wife sharing/ interracial cuckoldry. If this isn't appealing to you I suggest not reading further.

*

I didn't sleep that night, needless to say. I endured the cries of my wife surrendering herself to Randy, as well as the sounds of him taking full pleasure of her charms. She apparently had not been exaggerating regarding his prowess. He took her several times throughout the night, to my increasing angst. I had thought that at least part of her claims of multiple intercourse per evening with him were merely to tease me, apparently this was not true! But here I was listening to him have her not just once or twice, but FIVE times before things quieted down around 3:30!

I knew that Cathy was allowing him to take her sweet pussy bare back. I had been shaken deeply at first that Randy was black, in large part because I had been between her legs many times by now after she had been with him the night before and been exposed to his seed inside of her. Cathleen's pussy had reached a point where it's taste and scent were different than before she had started to take Randy as a lover. She had blended with him now, and I was the third wheel in this triad.

I was still adjusting to the reality that I had brought the situation upon myself. While I had long had fantasies of seeing Cathleen sexually satisfied by a faceless black lover, I found myself surprised that she had chosen a black lover on her own accord. I assumed, wrongly, that she would never try a black man in real life and that her lover was white. I assumed I would have to deal with her lover being either her boss or a co-worker. There was a profound feeling of embarrassment that I endured when I met Randy. I felt the cold rawness in my stomach knowing he had control of her, but also of me by extension. Seeing that their relationship had such elements of my wife being a submissive to him was disturbing to me. Psychologically, I knew that I had been submitting to her every time that I willingly soul kissed her pussy upon her returning to me. Given her submission to him, that left Randy at the top of us both. 

Cathleen had never shown any interest in BDSM at all. To see her giving in to a black dominant the night before was more than I had bargained for. I hadn't counted on Cathy exploring new horizons with her new lover. In essence, I assumed that sex between them would go no farther than what was familiar between us. I thought that she would withhold from him sexuality that she didn't share with me in our marriage. But no, she had given a new part of herself to that relationship and not ours. She clearly meant what she had said about her relationship with him being a separate and new thing for her, that she had developed feelings for him, and that their relationship blossomed into it's own shape.

It was not until 9 in the morning that I heard the turn of the bedroom doorknob. Randy walked into the kitchen wearing boxers.

"Good morning," he said cheerfully.

"Um, hi, would you like some coffee," I replied.

"Sure, I'd love one."

I poured him a cup and we sat at the kitchen table.

"Hope we didn't push you beyond your limits last night George," Randy said after a sip. "Cathleen has told me all about you, and I feel like I know you, maybe better than you know yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh please! She's already told me about how long you had fantasized about seeing her with a black man. The videos and stories you downloaded for her, your Internet surfing while you thought she didn't know, your encouragement of her in this - she has told me about ALL of it! Do you think Cathleen is the first white wife that has been, essentially, offered to me by her white husband? You may not know it, but you are NOT alone! There are a lot of white husbands that have the same fantasy as you, and more of these men every day are finding that they NEED to see it to completion."

"REALLY?!?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh yes!" he assured me. "The world is changing more every day. While most of you still don't dare to 'come out' yet, believe me more white husbands are allowing and even encouraging their white wives to cuckold them with Black men. I can introduce you to a support group, if you like."

"Does such a thing actually exist?" I was still trying to recover from the different sides of this man. Just hours ago he was acting like a coarse pimp in my living room treating my sweet wife like his whore. Now he was speaking like a cultured, fine gentleman (one that was screwing my wife to be sure, but not awkward about it at all). 

"Absolutely!" he replied. "There is a group of white cuckold that meets every week at an office downtown. I think you would benefit, both emotionally and spiritually if you attended a meeting. The meetings are closed and admission is by referral ONLY, no one just walks in. I know that even though you got the ball rolling in Cathleen's head, you are going to be dealing with issues now that we have crossed the threshold and met. It is normal. Just admit to me that even though you encouraged her, seeing her with me last night was hard on you."

"Yes, it was," I admitted. I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Randy. I began to think that he actually did understand me better than I understood myself.

"And that is okay, that feeling of anguish is perfectly normal. Having other men to talk to will help you through the natural emotions you are dealing with right now. What you are doing is spiritual too. That side of the equation is something that you probably haven't thought about enough yet."

"Well, how do you see my wanting to see my wife with another man as being 'spiritual'?" I asked.

"Not just any man, you were hot for her to have a BLACK lover. There are elements of sexual surrender to Blacks that are within you. That can be a powerful spiritual experience if you open yourself up to it. It isn't like a religion and there is not church. Some of the cuckold husbands started blending their need for submission to Blacks with some meditation techniques. They focus and meditate on the submission on a deeper level. The ones that have allowed themselves to experience this say that they reap so much more out of the cuckold relationship that they swear by it. This can be more for you than you ever expected, if you want it."

"Um, I'm not sure," I said.

"It's okay George, it's okay to feel disoriented right now. This is new for you. Not wanting it, but actually seeing your wife with a Black lover," he said. His tone was soft and soothing and I found myself relaxing more and more in his presence. "Please, please take my advice and contact the group. They are meeting tonight, and I have informed the guidance counselor that leads the meetings that I am recommending your for admission. Cathleen and I have plans for the evening, so you have the time."

"I guess that I'll give it a try."

"Good, I just know that you'll benefit from the time spent," he said.

After he finished his coffee he excused himself and went back into the bedroom. He emerged shortly after dressed and ready to go. I arose and walked him to the door

"Call at 5 to get directions to the address," Randy instructed as he gave me a business card. "Oh yeah, you have my permission to go see your wife now. One thing, and this is VERY important, you will lick that pussy like your life depends on it. I want her to rave about the oral sex you give her when I see her later." Then he turned and left, like nothing unusual had happened in my house at all.

I entered the bedroom and gazed upon Cathleen's nude figure sleeping on the bed. Her figure is voluptuous, a BBW with pleasing curves and full breasts. The intoxicating scent of sex hung in the air. I approached and saw what looked like dark hickies on her ample breasts beneath the long curly strands of her brunette hair. I knelt down and let my palms feel her rounded hips and follow the dip of her waist, remembering how many times I had gripped the tops of her hips as we made love. My palms explored the length of her legs. I started kissing my way up her calf and soft thigh. As I reached her folds she spread her legs slightly. They were clearly stretched from the last evening. Randy's cum was dried on her lips, and her pussy hole was still opened from his cock. With reckless abandon I wrapped my mouth around her sacred mound proceeding to kiss and lick her like never before. I beheld the joy of my hands on her hips once again, but it was different now of course. I licked Randy's cum from my wife's pussy, cleaning her for him. My mind wandered as I drank in the pleasure of my wife's well-fucked pussy, and I am not sure exactly when she woke up, but she started moaning as I continued.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes George! Lick my pussy! Mmmmmmmm," Cathleen said in ecstasy.

I kept licking and sucking, pulling her lips into my mouth and ravishing her sex for all my worth. The Randy's cum slipped into my mouth like warm milk, and I felt another stab of humiliation. But I couldn't help noticing the difference in the taste of her essence since he had been initiating her into Black sex. I had often given her oral sex after we had made love. While I did I used to fantasize that I was drinking another man's cum from her. For most of our marriage she didn't know what was going through my mind. But even though I had been able to partially living out my fantasy licking my cum from her, there was always the familiarity of her taste. Now the fact of her mating with another man was affirmed by the change in the taste of her sex.

Cathleen started running her fingers through my hair and her breathing became more labored. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, yessssssssssss," she cried as she came, pulling my face into her pussy and feeding me with a river of her and Randy's cum.

We rested for a while as she calmed down, then we were off to the kitchen for breakfast.

"I can't tell you how much this morning meant to me George," she said. "To wake up to you licking me down there was everything I could ask for. I feel like by doing that of your own choice you are proving to me that I am still attractive to you, that you REALLY do accept where our relationship is now. I know that seeing Randy and I last night was a big step for you. But you've proven your love for me now George. You've proven that you sincerely want this, and I'm feeling closer to you than ever, even though my body now belongs to Randy."

"I am glad to hear that. I still love you, and am very glad that you let me in a little more. I have to admit that I was caught off guard by some of what I saw. You were never submissive with me, and I wasn't expecting anything like that."

"Oh George, our relationship, Randy and I's, is it's own thing. You have to just accept that it isn't a reflection on what we shared if I do new things with him. Randy is just about the most charming, considerate man outside the bedroom that I ever dated. And when I'm out on a date I want to be treated that way. But as you know now, he is a VERY dominant lover behind closed doors. I didn't even know I had a submissive streak until he took control. He fulfills parts of me I lived all this time without knowing existed, and I'm not just talking about how deep his cock reaches inside me!" she said as she giggled like a schoolgirl.

"He is very well endowed, honey!" I had to agree. "Actually I had the chance to talk to him before he left. I can see how he won your heart."

"Isn't he Sooooo charming, so intelligent, so real," she said as her voice trailed off dreaming.

"He mentioned that you have plans tonight."

"Yeah, did he mention the support group to you?" she asked.

"Yes. Why? Did he tell you about it too?" I asked surprised that she knew.

"Of course! Randy and I talk about EVERYTHING! Please understand that I'm HIS woman now, just like you wanted, and we have a very open and honest relationship. You should assume that I've told him everything about you. Really, I felt like I had to in fairness to him. Let's face it, I was asking him to put up with a lot of baggage because I was married. The least I could do was be honest with him, totally honest. I offered to answer any and all questions he had about you, our marriage, and me. Perhaps I should have told you how exposed you were to a strange man. But you begged me for this, don't forget. And I felt like he had a right to know what he was getting into. Besides, I think he would have figured out that you were into it before too long. Anyway, are you going?

"Going where?" I asked, having been caught up in the implications of what she had just revealed to me.

"To the support group, of course! Randy and I both think you should."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to drop in."

"Good. Randy speaks very highly of how the group can help cuckold husbands, and I agree with him that new friends will be a real help for you in our new lifestyle," she informed me. "Now, I've got to get a start on my day. I've got to find a new outfit for tonight, and head off to the day spa. Don't wait up."

She got up and headed off to shower. I went to the living room, trying to watch TV. I didn't feel motivated to do anything. As she passed on her way out all I could think about were the memories from the night before. The day was a complete grind, every second an eternity. Eventually 5 rolled around and I made my call.

"Hello," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Um hello, I was referred to you regarding a group that is meeting tonight," I said nervously.

"Is the George? Randy told me to expect you."

"Yes."

"The meeting is at 7, at this address --------, please be prompt." he said and hung up. 



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 06



This is part of an ongoing story that involves interracial cuckoldry, non consensual sex, and other underlying themes that are not meant for every reader. If you don't enjoy white wives taking Black lovers you won't like this story, and I don't suggest reading further. However, if this theme turns you on, read on friend.

The following are selected readings from the diary of Cathleen, over the course of the story this far:

4/21

Dear Diary,

How can I even begin to say how shocked I am! My husband left a WEIRD story on our computer today. I saw it on the desktop, and opened it and it was about a husband that actually enjoyed watching his wife have sex with a BLACK man! I mean WTF!!! Why is he even looking at this, let alone downloading it?!? OK, fine - I read it to the end, I confess. It was pretty hot all told. But still . . . . . . . why this story?

4/29

Dear Diary,

Several more stories on the hard drive, ALL that have white men who watch their wives with BLACK men! What is up with my husband?!?!?!

5/7

Dear Diary,

Well, my husband let slip while we were in bed that he wants to see me have sex with another man!!!!!! How disgusting!!!!! He is fucking perverted!!!!!! I just know that this is some kind of ploy to get me to agree to a threesome for him with his ex, Deb!!! There is NO WAY that I buy the idea that he is gonna push this out there without wanting something in return . . . . . . Still, why all the interracial porn of late? It seems like that's all he brings home anymore. What is going through my husband's head? Does he REALLY want this????? Does he really love me anymore?????? Is that what this is about??????? FUCK!

5/8

Diary-

My husband keeps pushing this fantasy at me, and I have to admit that there is the OUTSIDE chance that I find it intriguing - leave it alone LOL!!

6/1

Dear Diary,

Well, I've been playing along with George's fantasy for a few weeks. I'm starting to like it, at least in fantasy form. I have to admit that I REALLY ENJOY pushing my cum filled pussy into his face!! Naughty, ABSOLUTELY!!! But it's his and if he enjoys licking me after sex, well I do too!! I have such misgivings about even going down this road (even in fantasy), because I feel like such a slut for even THINKING about it . . . but FUCK . . . . . . . I've been with him for so long and life is so short!?!!!!?? What did I miss by getting married so young???

6/20

Diary,

I'm starting to get into George's fantasy!! I won't say that I'd actually DO anything like what he's thinking, but it is starting to get me off . . . . . . . . I married him when I was young, and maybe I missed some opportunities, so to speak. I have an idea, I think I'll do a little 'research' on the Internet and tell him to sit in the living room while I do.

6/21

Diary,

I found a site that caters to white women who want to have sex with Black men! OK, I admit I am curious . . . . . I NEVER was with a Black man and I am curious about what it would be like. Sure I've seen it on video, but the idea of a Black cock pushing it's way inside me, ummmmmmmm, weirdly hot - but in large part because it is so unknown to me. What about the man attached to the cock? This whole thing is strange, but I am starting to get turned on by the idea of fucking another man while my husband watches!!! I know, weird (and you are NOT allowed to judge my dear diary LOL) . . . . . . but if I can fight off the 'slut' feeling, who knows

7/15

Dear Dairy,

I haven't been ignoring you, so much has happened. I decided to tell George that I am open to his desires . . . . . . but I have forced him out of the room as I surf the Internet. I'm spending all my time, and I do mean all, on the site on mentioned before that caters to married white women that are interested in Black men. I have chatted on line with several men (which gave me butterflies hummmmmmmm), Black men. I just know that George is just outside the door, but I can't be bothered. He wanted this, and why shouldn't I take my own husband at his word?

I have been surprised at how gentleman-like the Black men that I have been chatting with on line have been. I must admit that I wasn't expecting that. Still, it isn't hard to sense that they all are eager for a white woman . . . . . . They have been a fresh wind . . . . 

7/20

Diary,

I such a naughty BITCH!! I've developed a connection with a Black man on line and I'll let the story speak for itself as it has unfolded. His name is Randy, and I chatted on line with him a few times before I really started to warm up to him. He (Randy) is so interesting, and he LISTENS to me!!!!! Anyway, I told him right off that I was married and wasn't looking to meet and he was totally ok with that, and it made me more interested! So, we talked and talked and talked, and then talked some more (by now we were on web cam) . . . . . . and it started with me deciding to flash him my tits!! It was an impulse, ok forgive me!!! I just wanted to see his reaction, and boy did I get one!! He was not shy about showing his cock (nor should he have been if you know what I mean) . . . . . . . he teased me at first, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and trousers, slipping them down to reveal his boxers, then slowwwwwwwly down with those to reveal a long and thick cock!! I wasn't sure how big it actually was because it was just on my computer. Then he held a bottle of Bud next to it, and it was pretty much the same length, and VERY thick also!! I couldn't believe it, and still don't (or at least can't seem to fathom such a cock actually existing)!!?!??!!!

I typed to him to tell him how impressed I was by what I saw. He wasn't shy about what he wanted to see and very firmly said that he wanted to see my pussy!!!!!!!! I felt completely flush, at first. But after Randy encouraged me (he told me how sexy he thought I was, how turned on I had made him, and so on) I succumbed to his charms. It may seem bizzare, dear diary, but after he bumped up the ante by showing his manhood he kind of made me feel guilty of being a tease if I DIDN'T show him . . . . . . It was bullshit, really, but I didn't want to loose my connection with Randy, and he made it clear that he expected me to pro quid quo. I felt my hands trembling as I hooked my thumbs at the hips of my sweats and slid them down . . . . . . . I couldn't even bring myself to look into the camera lens as I did the deed. Instead I faced to the side as my hands brought the sweats down my legs and off my feet. My thighs felt like jelly as I lifted my legs to the desktop and opened my lips to the web cam.

I looked up at the screen and Randy's cock was totally erect and he was stroking it as he looked right at my married white pussy! I felt so damned naughty and dirty and like I was over exposed all at the same time. I also felt like a bit of a slut, but in a way that seemed to like (my pussy was drenched). I was transfixed as his hands slid over the length of that tool, and as I stared I couldn't help but touch myself. When he came it was in a thick stream, and I could see it clearly on the dark blackness of his hand. It sent me over the edge and I climaxed for this man . . . . . . . 

I wrote that I had to go and would contact him, and logged off.

I still can't believe I did that. It was so raw, and I don't regret what happened (except that I feel a bit slutty and exposed to a strange man).

I have to admit that I was intrigued by this man, and his manhood. I married George when I was young, and I didn't really experiment sexually very much. I never had even the twinge of regret, until I saw Randy's manhood. I CANNOT even begin to imagine actually fitting something that big into myself down there. But it is kind of hot to fantasize about, and I have been . . . . . . I have started to catch myself daydreaming about Randy's cock (I know a bit weird) sometimes when I have free time.

7/23

Dear Diary,

What have I gotten myself into? I told myself after the last Internet interlude with Randy I decided not to contact him again. I lasted only one day before I reached out to him. It is not entirely my fault. Damn George for putting me into this situation! I was a perfectly happy housewife and HE pushed me to check out Black cock, and after seeing what I've been missing out on with Randy I couldn't help but think about that Black cock that I saw CONTINUOUSLY since we played sexually on line. I was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Embarrassed that a man other than my husband had seen my pussy. Turned on for the very same reason. The conflict between the two sides was as effective at making me cream as a hard cock! The twist was erotic and palpable.

So, I gave in to my desires and logged on to 'the site', and saw Randy's handle. He was in a private chat and I sent a message and waited for a response. I was strangely finding myself a bit jealous at the thought that he was talking to another white woman, which is weird I fully well know.

So I had to wait for Randy's attention. Other men messaged me, but I decided to ignore them all. I had chatted with other Black men on the site before Randy. But he was special to me, and I have to admit that I wanted more of him. I felt angry at myself that he was chatting with another white woman, feeling that I might have blown a chance with him by waiting to contact him. Honestly I didn't feel like it was fair to blame him for chatting with other women (since I had kind of blown him off), and not being able to have him at that instant made me want him all the more!! It was making my kind of sick how much I felt like I needed to talk to this man.

Eventually I got a response and had Randy to myself on web cam. We chatted for a while, and he told me that his feelings were hurt by the blowoff, and that it was too bad for me. He told me that he thought I was just playing him, and wanted me to prove that I was committed to him. I asked what he wanted and he told me that he wanted a repeat performance of the other night - but this time he wanted for George to watch as I gave in to him. I pleaded with him that I wasn't comfortable bringing my poor husband into it, to which he responded that that was exactly why he wanted it. Randy demanded that I prove my devotion to him in front of George, and he wouldn't bend. I felt slightly torn. Here was this hot young Black man that had made my pulse race. And in the living room was my loving husband. Randy knew all about George, and was demanding that I basically humiliate George for him.

I decided to give in, and called George into the room. I have to admit that it was fucking hot! Knowing that George wanted to see me with a Black man made the choice easier. But I wasn't prepared for how hard I would cum as I cybered with Randy while my husband watched!

When Randy and I were done I told George to leave the room, and he did. The I typed an IM to Randy asking if he would like to meet in real life tomorrow night! My heart was pounding as I hit send. He responded that he'd love to meet. I wrote back that I'd let him know in the morning, but that I needed to take things VERY SLOW in real life. He replied that he'd never pressure me into anything. We logged off and left it there.

I called my husband back into our bedroom. I gave him every out, diary you HAVE to believe me, of this. I made him just about beg me to take this whole thing to the next step! I am still feeling strange about this, at least a little, and I made him agree that any relationship I have outside out marriage would be completely independent of his control or wishes if I start to see another man . . . . . . and he AGREED!!!!!!!! I thought that would make him back down, and it didn't at all. I just know he will still think that he might still have a choice in this if I start a relationship, but I forced him to concede ALL rights to say ANYTHING if I agreed!!!!!!!!

He still agreed!! So I informed him that I was taking him up on his offer and had a date planned for tomorrow night, and that since I was not comfortable with the idea of dating more than one man at a time he had to move into the guestroom!! And no more sex for him!!!!!

7/24

Dear Diary,

It's 2:30 in the morning, what a date I had tonight!! Randy is so much more than I expected! When we were chatting on line I liked him, fine. But I still thought that meeting in real life would be awkward as hell. But I was COMPLETELY WRONG! He didn't even try to pressure me for sex (which I was expecting and would have bee a total turn off if he had), instead we talked about each other and what we wanted to find if we did decided to date. I felt like I was bringing TONS of baggage to the possible relationship (since I was married), and told Randy all about George and his fixation on me having sex with a Black man being how we had found each other (in a round about way). The thing that surprised me is that he wasn't either A. surprised at, or B. judgmental of George (which I felt a lot of relief about since I DO still love my husband, even if I still don't understand this fantasy from his perspective). Randy has this ability to make me feel like I could tell him ANYTHING, and I pretty much did. I made the conscious decision to reveal everything about my marriage with George. EVERYTHING! I want Randy to feel like he is the man on the inside of this so that he doesn't get scared off by George. I revealed everything my husband and I had tried in bed. I even revealed fantasies that I've never told my husband about because I thought George would be into them.

Randy listened thoughtfully as we sipped wine. He was a gentleman, and offered me some interesting insights about my husband. He informed me that there were a growing number of white husbands that were coming out and admitting to their wives that they wanted the exact same thing as George! I was mesmerized as he assured me that we could date and go to places that catered to just such couples, white wives and their Black lovers!

I decided to call him on it and said that I thought that was bullshit. He offered to take me to just such a night club. I still wasn't ready to get into a stranger's car (since I didn't really know him very well yet), but that I would follow him in my car. He paid our bar tab, and we left.

I followed him to a part of town that could only be called 'the wrong side of the tracks'. We live in the deep south, and things around here are still pretty segregated. We found parking spaces, and I was feeling a little twinge about the uncertainty of the situation. It felt a little scary, but that turned me on.

As Randy and I walked to the door he whispered in my ear saying, "Baby, I don't want any other men hitting on you while we are out. Would you mind if I put my arm around you?"

I felt so warm towards him that he was such a gentleman as to ask. I felt his desire for me right from the start. But by giving me the option I felt like he was respecting me, and so my answer came easy. 

"Sure, I'd love that." I said as I gazed into his eyes.

His hand on my hip gave me a twinge of energy. I could FEEL this man's desire for me, more than my husband had shown for some time.

We entered the club, and true to his word the room was composed of white women and Black men! The music was pumping pretty loud and there was a dance floor that was already mostly full. I felt like I was dressed a touch prudish for this particular room. Many of the woman were dressed pretty scantily, but not slutty.

"Let's get a couple of shots of tequila," Randy said into my ear.

"Ummm, I don't want to get too drunk," I responded.

"Just one. It's only 11, and we have a couple of hours to dance it off."

"Good point! Let's do it."

We did the shots then hit the dance floor for the rest of the night until we were covered in sweat. He was a great dancer. It started pretty innocently enough but got more and more like Dirty Dancing, YUMMY I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!! I felt his hardness pressed against my increasingly moist womanhood, as well as between my butt cheeks! I ended up slow dancing with him, and let my hands slide down to his ass, holding his cock against my willing pussy as we kissed for the first time!!!!!!

"So when will I see you again," he asked as we kissed at my car.

"Soon, very soon. I definitely want to see you again." I said. I kissed him again before getting into my car and driving home in a daze.

George was waiting up when I walked in the door. He asked me a few questions about the date, which I ignored. I was WAY to horny to talk.

"Just come to the bedroom, I need to be fucked!" I ordered him.

8/15 

Dear Diary,

Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been dating Randy since I last wrote. Things have been much like that first night. Except that I have been slowly letting Randy have more of me and George less. It started with me flashing my titties for him one night at the club. He asked me, explaining that it wasn't uncommon for the white wives in the club to do so. It felt wild that he was so forward with the request, but it turned me on and I did open my shirt for him right there in the club!! Then tonight we played in the back of his Escalade after our night at the club. I didn't need any encouragement to seek his cock in those slacks! Oh Diary, he is soooooooo big! He is soooooo fucking dominant (!!!!!!!!!!), though, and I have found out that I REALLY have a submissive streak!! He gripped my hair used it a reign to control me while I gave him a blow job. What a fucking turn on!!!!!!!!! I NEVER thought that I'd get into that, ummmmmmm!!!

Randy was the first black cock I had in my mouth, and what can I say . . . . 

8/16

Diary!

I had to do it again! I called Randy in the afternoon to see if he was busy tonight. 

He said 'maybe'.

It sent a tremor through my body. I was afraid that he might have plans with another woman, and I wasn't in the mood to share. I knew I couldn't complain if he went on a date, seeing that I was married and all.

"Ummm, well I'd really like to see you tonight," I said, almost pleading.

"OK, but why wait. Come over to my place right now."

"Tonight would be better. I have to do some things with George, and . . . "

"Look, you are going to have to make a choice. Either being with me is more important to you, or being with him," he snapped. "If you want to be with me then he can wait."

"But I've never been to your place yet . . . why not go out?"

"Why not just come over? Let's do this right, not in the back of my SUV."

I knew what he was getting at. He knew I wanted more of his cock, and he was upping the ante. This would be the first time we were not going to be in public. I felt nervous about how vulnerable I would be in this situation.

"So what's it going to be?" he asked after a short silence. "After last night this is the next step. I know that you were cumming in your panties as you sucked my cock. You should come over and let me ravish your little white body."

At that point I agreed. I simply HAD to take the next step. Having had his cock in my mouth had been too tempting, my taste buds were yearning for more. I knew this would be a deepening of my relationship with Randy, and I wasn't really sure (even then) how George would handle this event.

I felt a bit bad for my husband. Here I was blowing him off for Randy, and ready to give myself to Randy for the first time completely. Then I thought about it and thought 'Fuck it, he wanted this, he talked me into trying this, and he is just going to have to deal with the fact that now I want this too!"

My inner thighs were weak all the way to Randy's. I could barely walk up the stairs to him.

Oh Diary, it all happened so fast once I was inside. I'm still in a daze. Randy was VERY aggressive with me. He was forceful. He was not respectful. And he talked so dirty to me like I was his whore.




Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 06



. . . . And I found something out about myself . . . . I liked it!

It all started when I entered his apartment. His whole demeanor was so different. He wasn't shy about what he wanted, hands going right for my skirt and under. I hadn't said yes yet, or anything else. His mouth kissed mine and his hands whet wherever they wanted. I felt too weak to resist as his hands found my panties and unceremoniously ripped them off my body. No man has ever been so forceful with me, and I was afraid, but turned on in that state. His fingers found my married white pussy and started their magic. I was cumming for him instantly. I felt violated, but also that I wanted it. He obviously knew he had me on his line after last night. His fingers kept working down there and I came several times for him. There was no denying my desire for him, and my breath was fast and quick as this Black man TOOK me! Right there, right then. No negotiation, I was his bitch now and I knew it.

He ordered me (ORDERED!!) to strip and lay on the floor. I complied, spread eagle and open for him. He ordered me (ORDERED!!!) to refer to him as Master whenever we are in private henceforth. I agreed and called him Master right there. He took out a camera and snapped many pictures of my naked married body on his living room floor. He didn't ask.

Then he started to take me again. Ravish me, oh yeah he did! His hands claimed every inch of my skin, his lips were everywhere. He pinched the undersides of my breasts and sucked hickies on the inside of my thighs, a message to George he explained.

When he was done leaving those claiming marks on his white whore he climbed between my legs. I instinctively opened my self for him. I couldn't help but to submit to this Man, and he was such a Man with me, taking me and making me submit to his whim. Without even asking about birth control he started to work his massive cock around the outer lips of my pussy. Then he just started to slide in and out in and out in and out, deeper with every stroke. It was not long before he was in virgin territory and I was cumming uncontrollably for this Man, this Black Man that now has claimed me.

Once he had the whole length inside he just held it there and throbbed!! Oh Diary, now I know what all the talk about not going back is about!! He was so deep inside me . . . . . It probably would have hurt more (it did take a bit to get comfortable with his cock), if not for the fact that I was in such heat for this Man and had cum so many many times before he took my virginity. I know how stupid that sounds, because I've had sex before. But it was NEVER like Randy!! So in a real way I feel like he took my virginity. Maybe it was my white wife virginity for my (yes my) Black man.

Randy was not shy at all in his desire to take me. Once I was accustomed to his size he proceeded to pound my pussy. The stretching was almost unbearable that first time. He did not stop, or ask. Just like when I lost my 'original virginity' I had to just get through. He started calling me his bitch and that he was going to give me what I needed then he washed the inside of my pussy with his hot cum.

He took me several more times tonight, each time my pussy started to enjoy his cock more and more. He never once asked about birth control, and never offered to either wear a condom or pull out. Clearly he was marking his territory.

Poor George, I thought as I drove home. But he wanted this, and now I did too.

When I got home I revealed to George that I had given myself to Randy and that this was his last chance to change his mind. He didn't back down. But after tonight I doubt I can stop seeing Randy. I let George give me oral but no more of my pussy for him! I might be a married white woman who had given herself to a Black lover but I still am not ready to have sex with more than one man on a regular basis. So of course the man that I would choose to be with is Randy. He clearly wants my sex more. He has shown me that I have a submissive streak, which I never knew with my husband.

Diary, Randy has me completely . . .



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 07



This is part of an ongoing story featuring BiW cuckoldry as a central theme. If you find this them offensive stop reading.

*

I arrived at the address where I had been instructed for the meeting. Randy (my wife's Black lover) had been insistent that this group of cuckolded husbands could help me deal with my situation. Somehow he just knew that my feelings of inner turmoil were going to build. Now the shock, real shock, of seeing my wife submit to him had sunk in. The hickies he left covering her breasts stung me. Her erotic cries were echoing in my ears. I had not been permitted to actually see him penetrate her. In hindsight it may have driven me mad if I had.

The twist was that I had begged my wife to do this, and now I was dealing with flashes of jealousy. But I was extremely conflicted because I was more turned on by Cathleen than ever. She was positively radiant mornings after a night with Randy, glowing like a schoolgirl. In truth I wanted to see this through, though I didn't have a choice at this point.

The address that I was directed to was a plain office building, and not particularly notable. It blended into the city block of office buildings. The street was mostly empty, not surprising for a Saturday night on 'Office Building Row'. I entered and walked up to the fifth floor, found my door and knocked.

"Yes, can I help you?" asked the man that answered the door.

"Hi, I was, ummm, well I have an appointment. My name is George."

"Please come in and have a seat George. My name is Carl."

He was a white man, with an average build. He seemed normal, not freakish in any way. We sat down and he started to speak:

"Randy has told us about you, and we think you might be a good addition to our group. But our group has rules, and not everyone is right to become a member. You may think that just because Randy has referred you that membership is automatic. It's not. While the Black bulls usually refer new cuckolded husbands to us, this group is of, by and for the cuckolds. So, we make final decisions regarding membership.

I have been appointed to be your guide, or counselor. I will go over everything with you, then you can decide if our group is for you.

The first rule to be considered for membership is that your wife must currently have a Black lover. Obviously you are already qualified on that front. We are serious about this lifestyle, and we don't allow tourists. This is a VERY private group. You can be assured that every other man here is married to a white wife, and that she has a Black lover. Every man here has crossed the threshold and made his fantasy a reality.

The second rule is that everything that is said or happens here stays within the group. As I said this is a VERY private group. We talk about sensitive things here, and we need to know that we can talk frankly about our experiences in cuckoldry. Everything and everyone here is confidential, and you will be required to maintain that forever. You are not to even discuss the groups existence - EVER.

The third rule is that there is absolutely no judgment of other members. We are free thinkers. There is no room for members to be judgmental of others within the group - EVER. If someone says something that you don't like, or discusses a fantasy or encounter that is too far out there for your taste, you must withhold judgment on the matter.

There are no other rules.

The upside for you, and every member, is that this is a place were you can finally feel free to talk about your need to be cuckolded. You can talk at length with other men that also need to see their wives with Black men. Our group is one part therapy, one part fellowship, and one part spiritual - for those that are interested in that level. You will have a new group of friends, ones that understand you better than everyone you currently know.

There is just one requirement to seal your membership. Everyone is required to make a video confessing that they are willing interracial cuckolds. You must state your name, and sincerely describe your need for your wife to have Black lovers. This tape is for our insurance. It will never see the light of day, except if you break your vow of secrecy about what and who you saw here.

Do you have any questions?"

While I was flustered at the idea of having to make the video, I wanted what this group could do for me. I knew that I needed them.

"I understand the rules, and why the video is needed. I'd be lying if I didn't say that the video makes me feel a little uneasy. Has anyone ever been 'exposed', if you will?" I asked.

"No," said Carl. "We can say that our 'program' has worked. Everyone gets nervous about the video. But everyone here has one on file, and we can all feel secure because of the program. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Um, yes. Yes I do."

"Then follow me," he said as he got up. We went through a door at the far side of the room and there was a chair and a camcorder on a tripod. Carl manned the camera and I sat.

"State your name for the record," Carl said.

"My name is George."

"Why are you here George?"

"Well, I've had this interest in seeing my wife, Cathleen, have sex with a Black man for some time. I encouraged her for a long time, and she rebuffed my requests. Then a couple of months ago she started to date Randy. I have to admit that it turned me on that she was finally dating another man. I hadn't met him yet. She came home after they had been dating for a few weeks and told me that she started to become intimate with him, but hadn't had sex yet. Then she showed me her tits and they were covered with hickies from him. She soon started to have sex with him, then let me give her oral sex when she came home. I was so turned on licking her pussy that I couldn't believe it! I admit to making mental notes about how her sex was changing both in terms of being stretched as well as taste. I had not me this man yet, and here I was starting to get used to the taste of my wife mixed with him . . . Cathleen would not have intercourse with me, since she didn't want to be a slut. In fact she hasn't let my cock in her since she has been with him. Last night I got to meet Randy and was shocked that he was Black! I had fantasies that she might take a Black lover but thought she never would! I realized that I had been licking a Black man's cum from my little wife and was even more turned on by it! He made her suck his cock right in front of me in our living room. Then he took her to our marital bed and fucked her for hours. I say fucked because from what I could hear it was not a matter of making love. He was firmly taking my wife, on our bed. I wasn't allowed to watch, but I imagined my wife writhing under him as that thick cock stretched her folds.

This morning he suggested that I call and here I am." I said

"Okay George, so are you freely admitting that you enjoy being cuckolded by your wife, and with a Black man?"

"Yes."

Carl switched off the camcorder. "Let's go to the group. You have been granted admission. You know the rules. Never expose the secrets of the group and this tape will never come back to haunt you."

He motioned for me to exit the room, which I did, and he followed. We exited to the hall and he locked the door behind us. We went down the hall to some stairs and went down. At the bottom of the stairs was another door, which we entered.

The room had a dozen men sitting in a circle on sofas and chairs. I recognized one of them as Tony, a guy that used to work with me. We took seats, and shortly a Black man entered the room.

"Hello everyone, I'd like to introduce George to everyone," he motioned to me. "George, it is good to meet you. I am the moderator, Master D. To introduce you to the group we will start by watching your tape."

I felt my face flush.

He wheeled out a TV and played my tape as I felt like melting into the sofa.

"Well, I can assure you that every man here has felt the need that you have George," Master D said after the tape finished. "It is only natural that you want to let your wife have the Black experience. In addition to being the group moderator, I am also a Bull. 

While the sacrificing that you men are accepting is good and right, this is just the beginning of something great - a movement of true reparations. Your wives are all giving themselves to their Black lovers even as we speak. I want you to all close your eyes and imagine your wife's pussy. Remember how much you enjoyed having sex with her, her scent, taste, everything."

I closed my eyes and thought about Cathleen's folds. I thought about her thick pubic hair and how much I loved that she didn't trim. I remembered when it was just us and she tasted just of us, and how matted she got down there after sex. I was getting so horny at the thought of feeling inside her pussy with my cock that I yearned for relief.

"Now, I want you to think about her lover," Master D said. "You've seen his cock. Think about that man's cock. Imagine it at the entrance of your wife's pussy. The anticipation is just killing you. But, so is the conflict - you've been conditioned to jealousy. You can let that go. You wanted to see this. Remember the need that brought this strong Black man between your wife's thighs. Put yourself in your wife's place. Here she is about to be fulfilled, and in that moment before her lover accepts your gift to him her heart races! Now the head touches the folds. Her lover, her Master, is tasting what you have offered him. Those pussy juices are flowing rich because she wants this man. You see that as he breaks the folds his big Black cock is getting wet because she is ready. He begins to take her, slowly. You watch as he teases your wife by inserting his dark cock just a little. She is trembling as her sex surrenders it's lush juices to invite him. He slided in and out and you see your wife's juices covering more and more of his cock until he is in her completely. He has her now, and while she she may be your wife, she is his woman."

"Ok, you can all open your eyes now," he said after letting us savor his words.

I looked around the room and what I saw made me feel normal for the first time in months. Every man in the circle had raging hard ons tenting their dockers and slacks! Finally I knew that I was not alone, and it did feel good.

The meeting continued, with several of the men talking about their wives and lovers and how they felt about the relationships. The format was informal, and some men chose to pass as the opportunity to talk came around to them. 

When it was my turn Master D said to me, "So George do you have any questions that you would like to ask us?"

"Yes, I noticed that as soon as my wife decided to become intimate with her lover he covered her breasts with hickies. Why did he do that?"

"Their are several aspects to what you saw," Master D said. "First, the Black master was marking your wife to show you that he has accepted her as his. She wouldn't have known that at the time. That was for you, a sign if you will, that she belongs to him now. Second, if he had not fucked her yet it was a claiming gesture to let you know that he would take her later. Finally, it was to begin to get her accustomed to having outward signs of belonging to him."

I thanked him and let the spotlight pass to the next man. It felt rejuvenating to be in the group, and I was glad to have this resource in my life. The meeting ran until after 11 and I didn't get home until almost midnight.

When I pulled up to our house I saw Randy's car parked prominently in my driveway. I was a bit upset because he and Cathleen could have been more discreet. They could have parked his car in the garage. I felt humiliated because I knew that sooner or later my neighbors would see him leaving in the morning. I parked on the street, wishing that Randy had at least pulled forward to allow me to get my car in the driveway.

I saw that the house was dark, except the bedroom light. I quietly entered the living room, and heard my wife's erotic cries. I stood silent as I heard the whack of his hand across her ass, and her pleading for more. I noticed that there was a note on the coffee table, which read:

Honey, Randy wants you to watch the DVD in the player, Love, Cathleen

I turned on the TV and player and started the video.

Randy was on the screen and he said, "Hi George, I just wanted to show you how much I am enjoying your wife. Feel free to take out your pecker and play with yourself as you watch the show!"

Then Cathleen walked into view, nude. He proceeded to lead her to our bed and fuck her sweet pink pussy. I saw him spanking her as he took her doggy style, and I dropped my slacks and stroked my cock. It was not long seeing my wife so filled by him that I came. Afterward I went to the guest room and slept to the sounds of their love making. . . . 



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 08



This story is chapter 8 of a series featuring hard core interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. It is not meant for every reader. If this theme offends you, or you don't happen to like it I don't give a damn. Move on. If this theme is of interest to you, please feel free to read on.

*

I finally dozed off around 4 in the morning. The sounds of their lovemaking had long subsided by then, and I had drained my balls listening.

There was a subtle feeling I felt when I awoke that had slipped a wrung, or two, in my wife's view. The video was yet another new boundary that Randy had broken with her beyond what Cathleen and I had done. I had come to accept Randy's Alpha male role with my wife, yet they seemed to push my limits and know just how far to go. It was uncanny, and I just knew that Randy was directing the whole thing. I would have been mad that she let him video her sucking and fucking his black pole, except that by letting me see it I demurred. This was the first time I actually got to see him take her, so my anger was melted by the hunger to see my wife and her Black lover in action.

It made me so fucking hot . . . . I was in god damn heat, panting for more - hoping and wishing that I might be invited into the room with them. Since she brought Randy home Cathy made me move out of the master bedroom completely. 

"Randy needs the drawer and closet space for his clothes," she explained.

The other members of the cuckold's group nodded knowingly when I mentioned it at the meeting. The had a nickname for the path of the wife and cuckold, the acceptance of need. It starts with the white couple's need for a Black lover. Most of the men in the group felt the need, and encouraged the wife. The wives in the group had typically agreed to date a black man either at the husband's insistence, or out of a curiosity. Then the wife begins to taste those Black pheromones when exposed to Black men, first by kissing, then more intensely by eventually tasting their thick cum. The wife then becomes aware that she now has developed the need for Black cock, not merely a curiosity. She may try to fight it at first, or at least to control her burgeoning desires. In the end she will fail and accept that she is hooked on Black cock. Together, then, the white couple can begin to understand that need and accept the dominance of the wife's Black lover within their relationship. Finally the wife will grow to love, not just lust after, her Black lover. Meanwhile the husband will grow to accept that he must share his wife's love (having already given her sexual favors) and admire her choice to become a Black cock addicted wife. 

She still said that she loved me, but I knew that she was falling more in love with Randy. She strode around the house nude in the morning when they ate breakfast, which drove me crazy. When he left she walked him to the front door, still naked for the whole neighborhood to see, and gave him a lusty kiss goodbye. I was in the kitchen and saw them whispering just before he parted.

"So, did you like the video?" Cathy asked me in a sexy tone as she sat on the sofa.

I entered the room and answered, "Yeah, I have to admit that I did."

"Don't tell me about it - SHOW ME!"

She spread her thick thighs wide for me and I could see just how much Randy had loosened up my wifes' pussy. I didn't know how many times he took her last night, but I heard them go at it again just before they got out of bed. His cream was clearly deposited in her, and starting to flow out.

"Come and get it! Remember you wanted this! You begged me for it, and now this cream pie is for you babe. Come and get it. Taste my lover and I . . . Think about what you saw on the video. Think about his Black cock sliding inside your wife."

The temptation was impossible to deny. Kneeling before her altar, I worshiped, licking and sucking like a starving savage.

"That's it George, taste his Black cum! God knows I have! Randy and I taste good together don't we? I think so, and I've sucked him back to hardness after he's had me dozens of times now, so I know!"

As she taunted me a large, hot drop of Randy's cum slipped onto my tongue. I felt the sting of humiliation to taste her cum, once mixed with mine, now mixed with his. At the same time my cock throbbed. I began to suck and suck to try to get all his cum from her that I could. I felt this animal like need to reclaim my wife's pussy, to clean her. I brought her to several orgasms before she moved my mouth from her lips.

"I have to tell you something George," she said. "Randy and I have been talking quite a bit and we both think that it would be best if he were to move into the house. Why should my man have to pay some blood sucking white landlord when he could live here? Anyway, it is a real let down for me when he has to leave."

"I'm not sure Cathy . . ."

"Why?" she quickly started, interrupting me. "You encouraged me to date, and didn't stop me when I warned you that I might start to develop deeper feelings for him! I've been seeing him for months now. What is it? Are you afraid of what the talk around the neighborhood will be?" she demanded.

"Yeah, and why not? Don't you think we might want to keep this under wraps?" I answered.

"I've got news for you, husband of mine, the neighbors know! We had a little dinner party here last night while you were hanging out with the other cuckolds. I introduced Randy as my new lover to everyone that bothered to answer our invitation. Sure, some of our neighbors figured it out when he went over to invite them. But most of them came over last night, and know that he is my lover and you are a cuckold husband. I have to admit that several of the wives on our street seemed impressed by what I'm up to."

I was in shock, kneeling there between her spread thighs watching her Black lovers cum drip onto our sofa. I couldn't believe what she was telling me.

"Here, I take it that you need to do some more thinking since you are not talking," she said as she laced her fingers through my hair and brought my mouth back to her sex. I felt a relieve there, at home licking her folds - tasting the mix of her and her lover's passion. I felt safe there, as though everything that she had just told me was that much less threatening . . . . 

"Anyway," she started less aggressively, "Randy and I feel like our relationship has grown to the point where we don't want it to be some sordid affair. We are in love and want to live together. Don't misunderstand, I still love you too, honey. I didn't think it was possible to love more than one man simultaneously, remember how reluctant I was at the start of our journey? Well here I am, just like you wanted!"

I wasn't ready to accept him living in our house. But, I didn't want to leave the safety of her sex. Her pussy became my meditation place at that moment.

"That's it George, lick my pussy . . . don't say anything . . . . just think about how much you are enjoying the taste of Randy and I together . . . you want to see his black cock taking that little white pussy then you just go along . . . you'll keep getting what you want honey!"

I knelt there for some time, surrendering as I gave her oral sex. When she was ready she lifted my head from between her thighs and went to the bathroom without saying anything. I heard the shower running and knew that she was done with me for the time. Standing, I saw my reflection in a mirror that hung in the living room. I was a sight! My eyes were bloodshot, my lips and cheeks caked in cum, and my cock was still tellingly hard and throbbing beneath my pajamas!

I went to the kitchen and fixed a coffee. While at the table I mused about what Cathy had told me, wondering who was who among the neighbors. Who didn't show? Who did? What did they think? 'A man could go crazy thinking about all this,' I thought.

Cathy walked into the kitchen, wearing her bathrobe, and fixed herself a cup of joe. She sat at the table, taking care not to give me a show. She brushed her long brunette curls deep in thought.

"So, are you ready to take this to the next level George?" she eventually asked.

"Yes. I think I am . . . ." 



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 09



This is part of an ongoing story with hard core interracial cuckoldry as the main theme. If you find this theme offensive, or do not like interracial cuckoldry don't read it!

When Cathleen informed me that Randy was moving in, I knew I needed to talk to my guide at the cuckold group. Carl had given me his number for emergencies, and this was one for me. I called him from my office Monday, and he said that he could meet me for a beer that night. 

I called home and left a message for my wife that I would be late. Somehow I wasn't surprised that she didn't answer. Randy had been visiting her during the day lately, and she always turned off the ringer during their love making.

I hung the receiver and recalled the conversation I found out about the daytime meetings.

"Honey, I called today. Where did you go?" I asked that day.

"Oh, I was here all day," Cathy replied.

"Well, why didn't you pick up?"

"I must not have heard it."

"Cathy, that's every day this week that I called and got no answer. Why aren't you picking up? I asked.

She paused and sipped her wine. "George, it's like this, Randy has been over during the day all week. I wasn't planning on it, that's why I didn't mention it to you. I just find myself thinking about him a lot. Then I start to touch myself. But George, I can't get myself to cum the way he makes me cum!"

I listened intently as she continued.

"I'm a little afraid. It started at the beginning of the week. He has me in such lust that I can't even think sometimes. I didn't want to call him, but couldn't help myself. George, I NEEDED him! When I called he forced me to beg him to come and make love to me. I begged and begged for him until he finally relented. When he got here I tried to get him to romance me, like he normally does. He ordered me to shut off the ringer and he just flat out TOOK me! He made me tell him that I was addicted to him and his cock. I didn't want to admit it, especially to him. He just laughed and told me that he knew my pussy needed itching and that he had the only scratcher for it! Fucked, I knew he was right.

Anyway, I spent every day this week starting out in the morning saying to myself that I was going to resist and not call him. Every day I gave in George, every day. I can't resist him, and he knows it. He is humiliating me as he takes me. He calls me his 'white whore', and mentally I can't help but keep calling for him. I'm scared of how much power he has developed over me."

She hugged me tightly, and I could feel her shaking as I the implications of what she had revealed made me feel just as violated as she had been. In reality Randy really was now head of the house. I certainly couldn't make Cathy want me like she wanted him. That he had taken the power in their relationship seemed to have totally taken her by surprise. I surmised that she had perhaps been viewing the relationship through the lens of her being in control, and perhaps she was in the beginning. Randy had slowly overcome her link to me, and had won that battle. Now he had topped her too. It was incredibly scary that this Black man now had full and complete control of our lives.

"What can I do?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, starting to sob and cry. "You just don't understand George! He has filled me up so deep with that damned huge cock that I need it now! I mean, at first it was kind of a novelty for me. He worked my pussy over slowly. Hell, the first three times we had sex he was only in half way. He didn't pressure me to take more. I just started encouraging him to give it to me. He used to giggle when I asked him for just a little more this time than last time . . . just a little more than last time . . . just a little more than the last time . . . Honey, before I knew it he had loosened me up enough that his whole cock fit inside me. Even then he was treating me like a princess, and my love tunnel got more and more used to his engine. Damned it, he can fuck me in ways that you can't because he is so big and he knows it. He loves to be on top and take me with my legs actually closed - and he is still so damned deep, and he circles with his hips and everything. Meanwhile, when we do it like that it seriously stretches me out down there and it used to get me so sore that it was how he finished me off. Well, after enough sex like that my pussy actually NEEDS him to take me like that! And honey, your cock just isn't going to do it. You lack both the length and girth for it. And as soon as he had me hooked, fuck if I know how he knew to change his damned tone now, he suddenly doesn't treat me like a princess anymore! I mean he was always dominant during sex, but gentle afterward. Now I'm his 'white whore', and he won't call me anything else! Oh what am I going to do?"

I held her as she cried into my shoulder. The depth of the situation seemed without bottom. Even as she cried, the scent of his cum panted from her sweet lips. It was not merely words that let me know his place with her, but the constant reminder on her breath reinforcing the matter.

I sat at my desk remembering that day, knowing full well that I had called every day since and she never picked up the line. I hung up and dug into the inbox on my desk, trying not to picture the master bedroom in my home.

At 7 I pulled into the parking lot of the bar Carl had suggested. I had never been at this place before, and couldn't help but notice that the people coming and going were all either black, or white women.

When I got to the door the bouncer asked, "You a cucked hubby?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"First time here?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting someone."

"Cuckolds are welcome here, but you must obey the two rules. First rule is that you stay at the bar labeled 'Cuckolds Only', there's a bathroom right next to it and that is where you will confine yourself to inside, no wandering around. Second rule - no talking to any white women that are here, not that it would do you any good. Those are the rules. Fuck up and you'll regret it," he said firmly.

I nodded, afraid.

He allowed me in, and I saw that on the floor was a painted path with an arrow and the words 'Cuckold's Path', leading to a run down looking bar that had the words 'White Cucks' painted on the wall behind. I made sure that I didn't deviate . . .

Carl was already there, and had a draft waiting for me.

"Why this place?" I asked.

"Two reasons. First, the Black Masters prefer that we cucks come here if we go out for a drink. They don't like the idea of any possibility of us distracting our wives from them and don't want to run into us by chance. So from now on this is your bar too. It was a problem once. One cuck snapped and started following his wife and her lover, and so the rule was enacted. Second, the Black Masters want to make sure that we stay chaste, save for what they let us experience with our wives. So they know that no other women will interfere with the cuckolding process, which is popular with the wives too," he answered.

"Are you telling me that I'm not allowed in any other bar in town?" I asked.

"You know the rules now, and I have to report that to the Black superiors. Don't worry, it'll all come naturally."

"What about if I'm at a restaurant and want to hit the bar before I go home?"

"That's out too. No restaurants or bars within 50 miles," he answered.

I let that sink in, and decided 'What the fuck' in the end.

I sipped my beer and confided in Carl my problems with Randy moving into my home. I told him about the daytime trysts and the reality of my wife's surrender.

"Doesn't surprise me George. It's just all part of the acceptance of need that you were told about at the meeting. Cathleen's need for her Black Master is increasing. This is the path that you directed your relationship towards when you encouraged her to seek a lover, and she knew that you wanted - needed in fact - for that lover to be of color. Your role is to be supportive of Cathy in her time of need. Listen to her when she needs an ear. Encourage her that you still love her no matter where Randy takes the relationship. Expect Randy to run the house from now on. Let's face it, even if he didn't want to move in he is in control of her, and you by extension."

We drank for some time, and he told me about when his wife's lover moved into his house. It felt reassuring that his marriage had worked through the same issue, remained intact and even had grown deeper.

As we sat at the cuckold bar several women, black and white came over and teased us badly. The bouncer eventually came over and when he discovered what was going on he laughed and ordered all the cucks at the bar to strip for the entertainment of the bar.

I looked at Carl, who shrugged and said to me, "Understand that we are guests her and we have to do what we are told."

With that he stood and started to strip. Not knowing what else to do I decided I'd better go along.

The women laughed and taunted us further. Then a couple of the Black men in the club came over, stood next to us and pulled out their rods. They were easily twice our width and girth, and not even stiff! The women hooted and hollered for the studs and we were ordered to get dressed.

I was still in shock, and looked to my guide. "We all have all been here George. Understand that you wanted the life of a cuck and now you have it."



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 10



This is part of an ongoing story that involves hard core interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. If you object to Black into White cuckoldry this story isn't for you, and I don't suggest reading further.

*

Our house settled into an uneasy peace after Randy moved in.

Cathleen was obviously still becoming accustomed to her need for his cock. She had begun to confide in me like a girlfriend about it - that her pussy had become so opened by his size that it had developed an itch (if you will), that only he seemed able to scratch. Having seen his cock, I could see the problem. Not that I made a point of checking out other men. But, I've seen enough porn to know that Randy is exceptionally well endowed. Cathleen and I had been together since she was in high school, and we had only been with each other for the ten years since. She started her relationship with him (and that is what it is, not just some cheap sex), used to me. Slowly she just got used to his manhood (which is roughly twice the length and width of mine), and started calling him more and more for sex.

Randy insisted upon moving in that Cathleen stop working and stay home with him. His motivation was clear, she had ceased to merely be with him as a novelty (as their relationship had started out), or as equal lovers (because her pussy had come to need his cock in particular). Now he had become Master of our home, and he wanted his prize available for him at all times.

Cathleen gave her notice at work. It strained finances some at first. But things soon worked out.

I was uneasy about the situation with Randy living in our home. I could see in Cathy's eyes when she pleaded with me about how much she had come to need Randy's love making that he now had an erotic spell over her, one that she was powerless to resist, which made me subject to him under her. I felt a measure of humilation because of my new place in the home and because I was the only one working. Strangely, I also found myself sensually stimulated by the humiliation. How can I begin to explain why knowing that my wife's Black lover is stretching out her pussy at will makes my balls throb as I sit at my desk working? How can I elucidate the finer points of twisting regret that I offered my wife to this Black man, yet that my cock drips with anticipation at the thought of her spreading those creamy thighs in submission to him?

There is no way to illuminate you unless you also are gripped by the same strings of erotic desire and neediness.

Since moving in it is clearly Randy that is most at ease in our home. There is no sense of anything unusual in his moods and actions. It seems that to have a white couple controlled through sex with the wife is totally natural to him. He has not tried to hide his presence, and thinks nothing of sunning himself on the front lawn on a Saturday when all my white neighbors are mowing their lawns and waxing their cars. He changed the answering machine message right away, and now it says that Randy, Cathleen, and George are out. Randy is very much the exhibitionist, often walking around the house in the nude sometimes even with the shades open. 

I was approached by Joe, the neighbor across the street, just yesterday. "Could you please have your wife and her boyfriend close the shades when they fuck?" he demanded in a condescending tone. "I've caught my wife checking them out several times this week already!"

I started to spend more time with Carl, my guide from the cuckold's group, one on one. These nights out were always encouraged by Randy.

"It's a good idea for you to have someone to talk to during this transition," he would say. "Go out and have a beer and a talk. Just don't interrupt us when you get home."

I took that as a hint that Randy wanted an evening alone with my wife, and always complied. My nights with Carl were in addition to my weekly meetings at the cuckold group. The group had been a real pillar for me during this time. There were already several members that had crossed over to full time live in situations when I had joined. As a rule, the deeper one had entered into the experience of being cuckolded the more highly that member was regarded by the group collectively. There was a decision by several of the Black bulls to demand a deepened commitment from the white wives that they had accepted recently. Randy was one of those bulls. So, his decision to take my wife and I deeper under his wing was not alone. But it felt somewhat flattering to be accepted in this wave of indoctrination. 

My stature was elevated, but the group still had much to offer in terms of my growth within the relationship of my wife and her lover. The senior cuckolds all studied a type of tantric meditation that they had developed purely around the need of white husbands to give their white wife to a Black man. It was not open to one timers. The meditations were meant for white couples that had decided to submit to a Black man - full time / real time only. It was rumored that these cuckolds were able to reach unbelieveable erotic heights though the meditation. Admitance to any part of the group is by invitation only, and even though I had moved to a higher level I would have to wait until approached for the next level of wisdom.

In the meantime, it increasingly became my role to approach and empathize with new members at the group meetings. I would gently assure the new cucks that it was, in fact, perfectly natural to be turned on at the sight of another man taking an interest in your wife. All of them seemed to struggle with accepting the initial urge, mostly because of social restraints. Once they got over the first part, accepting that they actually wanted their wives to have sex with Black men wasn't a jump. Let's just face it - there is NOTHING like the contrast of a white woman's soft pink folds coddling a hard dark Black cock! I made myself available to the new members just as Carl had done for me. I still needed Carl (he was more senior than I, having lived full time live in for over a year and counting), but was able to assist others beneath me within the structure.

The cuckold group kept me busy, that's for sure. I started to get a great deal of personal fulfillment seeing other white husbands that had the same obsession that had propelled me to this point. Randy and Cathleen seemed to enjoy having the house to themselves, and I often fell asleep masturbating to the cries of my wife begging for his cum.

I came home from work one day about a month after Randy had moved in, and he popped his head out of the master bedroom door and asked, "George, how'd you like to watch tonight as I take my little white slut?"

I felt a lump in my throat. I had only seen them once, and he had been very aggressive in taking her. Still the humiliation of seeing my little white wife submit to him had turned me on, and as much as Cathleen needed him, I needed her. I had only been able to see my wife's creamy sweet breasts and pussy rarely since Randy assumed control. Oh, I often gave her long sessions of oral sex when Randy was done with her. But I was almost always blindfolded. No, they were in a relationship, and a couple. My wife had stipulated before agreeing to my foolish request that she make love to him that she only wanted one relationship at a time. She NEVER cheated on Randy with me! If he told her to allow me to lick her pussy, then I got to! If he told her to show off her ample breasts, I got a flash of my wife's tits!

This man had controlled everything once my wife committed to a relationship with him. The humbling feeling of knowing that they had a commited relationship made me throb wantonly for Cathleen, a heated, unrequited, erotic pulse.

"Yes, Master Randy! I would very much like to see," I responded.

"OK. The only thing is that you have to stay all night and watch it ALL. No matter how many times I take my woman, or how."

"Yes, Sir. I promise to stay."

"Well then get undressed and come on in!" he said with a smile.

There was no attempt on his part to hide his enjoyment of his position within our house.

I went to my room and undressed as ordered. Then I entered the master bedroom. I saw Cathleen tied spread eagle on my old bed. Her Black lover had marked her up with dark black and blue hickies, all around her nipples and at the soft of her tummy above her pussy! She was blindfolded and wearing headphones. Her pussy, once such snug little lips, betrayed the stretching that sex with Randy had wrought. The other thing that I noticed was that she wasn't shaven anymore. When they first started their relationship she had been shaved, at his insistance. Sometime later when he asked me I told him that she had always shaved while we were married. Now, her pubic hair was over grown, and nappy with his cum.

Marking was often a topic of conversation at the cuckold group. Why was it that the Black lovers so loved to leave hickies all over our wives breasts, tummies and upper thighs? We all kept asking each other like we didn't know. But just beneath the surface we all knew that it was all about letting us know in the most primal sense that this Black man has had his way with our wife.

Randy pointed to a chair in the corner, "Sit!"

I did. Then he proceeded to tie me securely, leaving my hand free just enough so that I could reach my cock.

Without another word he climbed onto the bed and started to touch my wife - graze of a fingertip here, causing a moan from Cathleen. His palms flowed up her pale thighs to grip her hips, as a sharp gasp escaped Cathleen's curled lips. His dark hands explored at will, causing a deeper erotic tones to resonate from within her inner sexual being.

I was in awe of the sight before me, as Randy's dark hand seized Cathleen's heavily marked breast. He pulled it to his mouth, and started sucking hard on her nipple. I had longed to see Randy sexing Cathleen for so long, and had masturbated thinking about it countless times, that I could hardly believe that I was finally seeing them in action. When I fantasized about this moment in the past my cock would always get rock hard. Strangely, my cock was not at it's maximum rigidity at this moment as I viewed them in action. It was hard, but felt abnormally cumbersome, thick and heavy with erotic passion. I resisted the urge to touch it because I knew that I was unlikely to be able to hold out for long once I did. The tip was moist with precum, unbidden.

Randy was still taking full pleasure in my wife's breast, as her moans of pleasure rose in intensity, and her breath grew increasingly rapid. I was immediately aware that I was about to witness my wife expereince an orgasm by another man for the first time in my life! Randy's free hand went straight for her pussy, and started to swirl at the top of her pussy in a slow, definitive and decisive motion. It was a such a tease, knowing as he must that she was already on the verge. The net effect of his attack was to draw out her orgasm, and lengthen the moment as she converged upon the cusp. Just then Cathleen let out a sound sensually raw from within that I had been unaware her vocal chords could have produced it - an uninhibited, eroticly charged resonance that could best be recalled as this:

"UOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOUhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh -(half second of complete silence, and then) AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Randy changed the nature of his mouth upon her breast to soft kisses, as the fingers at her pussy started slipping within, turning the moisture within all over her lips. Seeing my wife's cum on Randy's dark Black fingers was a final confirmation of her succuming to his erotic skills, should I have needed such confirmation. His fingers continued to draw out her cum, he spread her lips for me to see. A small deluge of her precious juices serenely poured out of her and onto the bed. The scent of Cathleen's sexuality filled my lungs. I had been enraptured at the sight and perfume of her luscious cum, when I became aware that Randy had stopped moving his fingers. I glanced up to see him grinning at me, cleaarly satisfied at the purely dominant place he commanded in this situation.

He proceeded to rise up and swing his leg over Cathleen's curvy hips. The thickness of his cock was full, and it was an awesome sight to see just inches from my wife's exposed lips. Randy's manhood was so massive that he was able to mount her with his legs outside of hers, a position from which I could never possibly have achieved a decent penetration! My heart was thrashing in torrents as I watched him move the head of his manhood to her succulent sex lips. They pliantly offered no resistance as he began to press inward and take his prize.

Slowly, he took the treasure I had so foolishly had offered so long ago. I watched in equally matched parts fright and yearning as his Black manhood slipped lazily in by the inch, then out to the tip. Each time he withdrew I dealt with the increasing discomfiture of seeing Cathleen's cum coating his hard, dark stick. But if I am to be truthful, the awkwardness of the systematic humbling of this sight caused no loss of composure. Instead I felt two astonishing and overpowering senses. The first was an absolute tranquility that was totally unique to the moment. By seeing them join as a couple the fear quotent of anticipation was over. There was no possibility to deny the union before my eyes. The second feeling that overtook me was of a certain pride in my wife. Might this seem eccentric? I am sure! But to see how hard Cathleen was able to make such a sexual animal as Randy somehow reinforced (and even immensely intensifed) my attraction to her. I was proud that she was still the foxy hot woman that I originally succumed to, and the proof was right before my eyes as this younger man's rock hard manhood coarsed into her sex.

Randy's pace started to increase once he had fed his manhood into my wife fully. It was slow at first, then in increased in fierceness. Faster, he started to slam his hips to hers. Cathleen's cries rose in intensity as if to channel Eros himself!

I had the pleasure of watching his rod pull out almost to the tip, then back within, taking my wife over and over. Randy's balls slapped up and down between their ass cheeks, creating a sound effect much like a tolling bell.

Randy started to swirl his hips as he took Cathleen, clearly loosening her pussy up even more in the process! I couldn't believe my eyes at the elongation of my wife's sex lips! It answered the question in my mind as to why Cathleen had insisted that he had stretched her like no other before! I now understood her addiction to this Black man's lovemaking. The humiliation within my chest grew . . . 

My hand could resist no longer, here at the sight of the total domination of my wife's sacred pussy by such a brutal sexual assault. They were nearing climax, as was I. Cathleen's cries were so much sharper than what I had overheard until now that the vocal range was unbelieveable! 

"Yeah, watch now little man . . . watch my spunk in yo' wife! Cum on yo' hand, show how much ya like what you seein'!" Randy screamed to me as his pumping reached it's crescendo.

Powerless, I came upon his order. Thick and white my cum coated my hand, cock and tummy.

Randy kept his manhood in my wife as their lover's completion subsided. When he had shrunk a bit, he started slipped out of her reddened lips that were light pink previously. My mouth was agape as I watched my wife's lips slowly reliquish her lover's manhood, inch by inch. I saw those folds holding on to his manhood, yearning for him to stay, yeilding ever so slowly.

Randy arose off and went to the head of the bed. He proceeded to take the headphones off Cathleen.

"So, my little slut, how's MY pussy feeling?" Randy asked.

"Oh, Master Randy, no one could ever compete with you!" She answered in a sexual tone.

"Yes, yes, I know," he said, as he shot a smirk in my direction. "You just LOVE being my little white sex slut, don't you? This is what you've wanted all your life, isn't it? All those years living the 'white bread - vanilla life', you were always fantasizing about being a strong Black man's little white whore! Oh, I know your mind was wandering as you sat in church, rubbing those thighs until you secretly came on the pew! But you can't beat your nature, and here you are fulfilling it!"

"Yes Sir! I have no idea how you KNOW about it, though! How do you get inside my head, well I know how you get in one . . . "Cathleen said with a giggle. "Really I know that deep down you are right about everything you are saying. All these years what I really needed is what you are giving me now!"

Randy paused for a moment, looked right at me then said, "Admit that you NEED me! Admit your LOVE for me!"

"Yes, Master Randy! I'll always love you. But, I'll always have a love for George too. But you already knew that. I DO love you, though, and I can't deny that you have a part of my heart," my wife confessed.

I had never heard my wife so clearly profess her feelings for Randy. Anytime I had attempted to broach the topic of her feelings for him she always rebuffed my attempt, insisting that I had agreed not to intervene as a stipulation of her accepting my wish for her to have sex with this man. In some ways I felt stung to hear the confession. But the nip quickly abated when I realized that it was no surprise to me! I had known Cathleen for too long to even begin to think that she would be this involved with a man without those kind of feelings. She was not promiscuous by nature. Rather, she favored building a relationship with a man over a one night stand kind of sex. I sifted my emotions about what she had admitted and found some things to feel good about. First, my wife is not just some slut, she is a lady. Cathleen had reserved herself for a man that she loved. Second, my wife still loved me. I knew our bound was forever at that instant. If she still loved me after everything she had experienced through Randy then our love was the strongest thing ever! I felt a bond with her, deeper than ever. I realized that testing this bond with Randy had proved our love. 

The thing I knew I had no choice but to accept was that my wife had enough love within her to need two men in her life. I provided a support for her that Randy was not capable of, an emotional partner that could always empathize with her need for a sensitive man. Randy provided the physical element, coarse sexual power and prowess that every woman secretly craves.

As I thought through all of my emotions, I felt Randy's gaze. His eyes were not harsh. We both knew our places with Cathleen, and each other. He had become her Master through sex, and mine through her. My head tilted lower, and I looked up as a submissive to my wife's Black lover.

I was surprized that Randy did not try to get Cathy to denounce her love for me. Instead he said, "I've got a surprize for you, little woman!"

He took off the blindfold that Cathleen had been wearing. She opened her eyes and as they grew accustomed to the room she became aware of my presence for the first time! The flushness that had been covering face during the sex had bee residing until that moment. Then she went totally red in embarassment, and knowledge of exposure! She looked at the cum on my hand and tummy, realizing that I had been present all along, and clearly it was shocking to her. 

"Oh George . . . I didn't know . . . I hope you can handle what you saw and heard! You have to understand that I never meant to hurt you, and I'll never understand how you could watch Randy and I make love without dying of jealousy. But this is all so complicated . . . " Cathleen said as she tried to find a balance for the situation.

She gave a look at Randy that was part hurt, part pleading. There was no question in my mind that she thought this was humilation that was too far. Yet in her heart I know that she still needed Randy, thus the inner conflict.




Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 10



"Well, it was time to let it out in the open, ain't it? You can't love someone and lie about it, can you?" Randy demanded.

"Um, I guess not. But what if I wanted to wait for the right time to tell George about my feelings? What if I wasn't ready to deal with this yet?" She asked.

"Time was long past for you to own up to your feelings in OUR relationship! You told me that you loved me, and I decided to move in here. Did you forget that night, in my bed? We'd made love three times, and my seed was dripping out of your pussy. You clung to me like a little white ivy vine, professing your love for me. Didn't you?" Randy demanded.

There was a pause as the visual he described settled into my mind, and Cathleen's.

"Yes . . . Sir," she finally conceeded.

"Time come due to put it all out in the open, long before tonight!" Randy said inpatiently. "He has been a good cuck, and time came due for him to get to see us in action. Now, I know all about your whole 'I only want to be with one man at a time thing', but I'm the man of the house now. And as the man of the house I wanted to let George see me make love to you. PERIOD. So before you complain 'bout not wanting more than one man to be with you at a time, remember that it ain't up to ya no more, my little white slut! If I want to show you off, I will! Besides, he's the perfect man to have watch, he's your husband!" Randy said with a laugh. "Why hide what's goin' on from him?"

"So why hide our love any more either? We ain't no cheap thing. And George is ok with our feelings, he encouraged them even. Didn't ya George?" Randy asked, looking at me.

There I sat, bound with cum drying on my hand and cock. The purest form of acceptance and indeed, eagerness for the mating of my wife with this man covering my fingerprints.

"Yes Master Randy!" I heard myself responding. "In fact I am proud of my wife at this moment. I subject my needs to the needs that you have as a couple. But I feel a bond with Cathleen, unlike anything ever before."

"Cathy," I started, "I am not hurt that you love this man, and I feel more in love with you than ever! I can accept this if you can. From what you just said I know that you love me, in addition to Randy. Our bond is stronger than it has ever been. I understand that you love this man too! That's no reason for me not to love you, too!"

Her eyes were almost in tears as she realized the actuality of the situation. At last she seemed relieved.

"I love you Randy," Cathleen said, looking deeply into his eyes. "Sometimes I just can't believe how well you know me. You knew that I needed help to talk about my love for you with George, and to break the ice to help us all grow together."

Randy's bare cock was just inches from Cathy's expert mouth. She glanced at me, and started tilting her head in an attempt to capture her quarry.

"So George, think Cathy ought to suck my cock to get it hard?" Randy said to me.

"Yes Sir! I'd love to see my wife pleasing you!" I eagerly responded.

"Beg for it!" he snarled in response.

"Um, please Sir! Please let my wife's mouth please your manhood! I want for you to be pleased soooo badly tonight! Let my wife satisfy your needs!"

"That's more like it," he said with a smile. Then he eased his manhood closer to my wife's sugary lips. Cathleen glanced my way again, made a slight shrug with her shoulders and turned her head to satisfy Randy and get him ready for the next round . . . as a wave of humilation made my cock throb . . .



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 11



This is part of a continuing story which features hard core, Black into white interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. This theme is not for everyone. If this theme offends you, I don't suggest reading this particular story, or any other chapter in this series.

*

Once Randy had invited me to witness his sexing my wife Cathleen the mood in the house became much more comfortable. He had moved into our house about a month before that, and until that night there was an uneasy pall over the dwelling. That night brought into focus several things once and for all. Most important, Randy had tricked Cathleen into admitting that she was in love with him while unknown to her I was in the room. It was tough to hear my wife profess her love for another man. But she had also admitted to still loving me also. The move was quite wise on Randy's part, because it finally forced an issue that was causing the most unease in our house. By having Cathleen's feelings finally out in the open, I could feel secure in the relationship with her. 

Randy's decision to allow me to start watching their love making made me feel more like a part of our polyamourous relationship. I was not entitled to make love with my wife, and knew that that was not going to be permitted by her lover. But seeing his expert technique allowed me to feel that he was probably the only man able to satisfy her sexual needs now. I was always tied up as I watched them joining as lovers, with my hand free to allow me to masurbate. It was exquisite to see Randy's massive Black rod covered in my wife's sugary sex syrup.

I felt an entire range of emotions, deeper and more profound than ever before in my life. Seeing my wife open her sacred white thighs for this Black man made feelings of humilation, inadequecy, eroticism, longing, hunger, craving, and strangly fulfillment, all churned through my heart. I felt rewarded by Randy for initially bringing me into the room as they had sex. 

Cathleen was too much a lady to have been able to allow that to happen without his decision to push her in that exhibitionist direction. She had been reluctant at first, and was not very hot on the idea of allowing me to see her with her Black lover. Randy refused to listen to her protests to my presence. In time she stopped resisting the situationand Randy stopped tying her to the bed during the sessions. Once that changed Cathleen started to seem to begin to enjoy the dynamic that my attendance brought. She started talking to me as he took her, teasing me and telling me to watch a 'real man' take her pussy.

The pushing of the erotic envelope did not stop with my wife's new found enjoyment in teasing me. Sometimes Randy would take her from behind while she held herself up from the arms of the chair to which I was tied! She would smile at me, mouthing 'Thank You', as he frimly held her hips and drove his massive cock into the pussy that I had invited him to pleasure himself through. Cathleen occasionally let her breasts dip in those sessions allowing her rock hard nipples to graze my thighs as Randy fufilled her pussy. Whenever she chose to tantalize me with her nipples she would give me a quick wink, just to let me know that it was on accident.

All these developments unravelled slowly, like pouring honey from a bottle. The satisfaction of achieving this relationship was just as sweet as that honey, and I had never felt such a profound bond with my wife. At the six month anniversary of Randy moving into our home we decided to celebrate and have a party. We invited all of our new friends. Blacks that Randy had introduced us to, as well as the members of the cuckold support group that had become my social circle.

One of the issues that came up when Randy moved into our home was that any sense of keeping this situation secret was thrown out the window. Our parents and old group of friends had become aware of what was going on at our house rather quickly because Randy insisted on being the sole person to answer the phone. It was a pure humilation and shame for us both, such open admission that we needed this man. His manhood and technique had created a situation that perhaps only he could sexually satisfy Cathleen any longer. The parents still called, and Randy did not keep us from talking to them. Mostly they ignored the situation, not knowing what to make of it, only occasionally making the condescending remark. Our old friends calls faded out after a couple of months. The circle of friends was now exclusively made up of Black Masters and members of the cuckold group.

We were all excited about throwing this party to commemorate this anniversary of sorts. Cathleen made up nice invitations on the computer and planned on the food. My sweet wife decided to note on the invitation that there was going to be a contest for all the white women, and that the most risqué dressed would be the winner. The invitations made a point to let the guests know that everyone was welcome to stay the night, and in fact it was preferred if they chose to drink.

The whole thing was a smashing success, THE social event of the season for the group. It even surpassed the occasional dances that the group would occasionally rent halls and throw. The cuckolds wives all came with their Black lovers, and husbands in tow. Since our party was in our home instead of some rented hall, it provided the wives the opportunity to finally dress as scantily as possible. As a matter of pride none of the wives wanted to let down their Black lovers, and every outfit allowed easy access. Shirts were open to the tummy, and skirts were almost to the ladies pussies! 

As people arrived and the party began to ramp up it was not at all unusual to see a Black man just reach into the open shirt of his white slut and show off his markings. It turned into a contest unto itself among the Blacks, and made the cuckolded husbands faces turn red with embarrassment.

I am still not sure with one of the wives stripped off their panties first. But by 11 there was a small pile of panties on the living room floor. White soccor mom type women walked panty free about the party. The Black men started showing off their prize pussies! Randy really got into the act with my wife making my heart sink by allowing one of his friends to actually finger Cathleen's sex as he proudly showed off his treasure! I was shocked that not only did Cathy not protest, she spread her legs and kissed his chest as he touched her!

I was pretty drunk by that time, as were most of the cuckold husbands. We had taken to congregating in the kitchen by then, drinking and bonding under our common circumstance. We were all crimson in the face at the sheer public sexuality that our wives were allowing on this special night. I am sure that I was not the only cuckold that was getting a thrill to see my fellow cuckold's wive's bare tits, asses and pussies!

I remember being glad that the house was so big, because otherwise sleeping would have been quite tight. It was well past midnight, and the rest of the house seemed like it was getting a little quiet. The cuckolds entered the living room to see all our wives naked and in action giving the Black men oral sex! But the wives were not with their lovers. Instead they were pleasing each other's Black men! I watched in lust as a Black man (that was my friend Brad's wife's lover) ran his fingers through Cathleen's hair as she expertly worked his shaft with her mouth.

As the Black men reached full hardness, one by one they started to have sex with the wives, and an impromptu orgy ensued! The Black men and our wives ignored our presence and the room was engulfed with the scent of Black and white sexing! The Black men thought nothing of trading off wives with each other to sample. As the the orgy reached the crescendo of it's throes, some participants left the throng. This left a few wives satisfying two and three Blacks simultaniously in the middle of the room. I'd seen this on video countless times. But to see a little white soccor mom with one thick Black cock taking her pussy while she eagerly licks another is an awesome sight!

I saw Cathleen on the far side of the room riding on Randy's cock as they whispered to each other. I let the other cuckolds know which rooms we were to stay in and suggested that it might be a good time to let our wives and their lovers enjoy each other in private. They took the hint, and we left the orgy . . .

In the morning, there were many Black men and white wives sleeping nude in the living room. All the bedroom doors were closed, and presumably full also. I turned on the coffee, and started to get some breakfast going for our guests. The last of our guests left after 1 PM. All were smiling and told us how fantastic a time they had.

The party was on a Friday night, and it wasn't until Sunday afternoon that the house was finally cleaned and back to normal. Randy had gone out, and I finally had a chance to talk to Cathleen alone.

"Cathy, can I ask you a question?"

She cocked her head to one side and with a hand on her hip, she answered, "Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I just wanted to ask you about Friday night. Was that all planned? I mean, I was caught off gaurd when I saw you with a man that wasn't Randy."

"Why do you think that it's any of your business?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well, honey, I just didn't know how it all came about and I was curious if it was something that was planned?"

"No, not really. We were all drinking and the Masters just kind of grabbed who ever was closest. Randy gave me the heads up about 20 minutes before hand, and I was in the mood . . . So you didn't answer my question, which is why do you think it's any of your business?"

"Um, um, I just wanted to know," I stammered.

"Think about it this way; you wanted to see me have sex with a Black man. At first you didn't care who it was, right? Why should it make a difference to you now?" Cathleen was clearly annoyed by now. "It's totally out of your hand to think anything about my sex life at this point because, even though I do love you, Randy is my lover now! He asked me to go along if the party developed the way it did, and I decided to fulfill his fantasy and be his little white slut wife in front of his friends. I LOVE him George! Why shouldn't I give him his fantasies? I gave you yours, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. And I thank you for that. I'm sorry Cathy! I didn't mean to make you mad. I guess that sometimes I have trouble sorting through the rules and the fact that we still have such a bond of love."

"George, by going through all this we've created a bond that is so sacred that I'll always treasure it. But Randy is my sexual lover. So, if it gets you off to watch great! But I don't want to hear any complaints, OK?"

"Sure!" I agreed. "I'm going to go out for awhile. I'll be back later."

"See you later," Cathy said. "I'm going to take a nap."

I got in my car and started to drive to the bar where the cuckolds are allowed to congregate. I called Carl as I drove.

"Can you meet me at the bar?" I asked when he answered.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a half hour. I've got some great news for you. I'll tell you all about it when we meet up."

As I waited I scoped out the white wives hanging out in the club. It was kind of slow, but I always made a habit of watching to see if there were any new initiates that I just happened to know from my old group of friends. I was on my second beer when Carl arrived. He sat on a stool and ordered a rum and coke.

"George, I've got great news for you. You've been nominated and seconded for promotion in the cuckold group! You're invited to learn the secrets of cuckold meditation!"

"Really! I wasn't really even thinking about it lately. That IS great news! I can't wait. How does this work?"

"I'll get back to you with the information. But, you're invited to become an initiate in the deepest part of our group. This is a real honor. I'll get back to you when I've got the details, ok?" he said.

"Ok. Just out of curiosity, does this have anything to do with the party?" I asked.

"Well, nobody knew what a hit that was going to be - that's for sure! I'll put it this way; it didn't hurt you!" Carl answered with a laugh. 



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 12



This episode is part of an ongoing story that involves hardcore interracial cuckoldry as a central theme. If this theme offends you, I suggest finding another story to read. If you choose to read on, to better understand this installment I suggest reading the previous installments.

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My acceptance as an initiate into the deeper circle of the cuckold group was not without its oddities. I had to wait over a month before the inner circle met again. All that time I was wondering what to expect.

I was on edge and eager to take the next step into the world of interracial cuckoldry. Cathleen, my white wife, had been involved with our Black master for several months now. Randy had never used a condom, as a rule that he set down right from the start, whenever he had sex with Cathleen. As her cuckolded husband, I had encouraged the sexual relationship that they enjoyed in our home.

Make no mistake about it, Randy was 'our' master in our home . . . 

I had encouraged my wife Cathleen to try a Black lover, and had brought Randy into her life as such. He was exceptionally endowed, and quickly got her accustomed to his manhood. Therein lay his power: my wife had become in need of his exceptional cock, therefore I was subservient to him also. So, he ruled her, therefore me, our house, everything . . .

I would be less than honest if I did not admit that the sight of Randy's hard rod sliding into my sweet white wife's pink flower didn't excite me -- it did very much! Randy had insisted on me seeing him take her right from the start. 'Positive reinforcement', he called it.

"There ain't nothin' like you seein' my dick sliding into your wife with your own eyes George!" he would often say to me teasingly. "Positive reinforcement! See my black cock and your wife's cum coating it! Good for you to see your wife enjoying herself!"

Randy was never too shy to throw a humiliating remark my way as I watched him with my wife. To be honest, I was entirely too mesmerized as I watched them dance their flesh into one to ever complain. He always made sure to tell me how wet my wife was just as he worked his massive cock beyond her lips . . . and I never got enough of the sight of her secret stretching around his manhood. He expertly opened her folds, every time, as she moaned in pleasure. Oh it is so erotic for a white husband to experience his white wife taken by her Black lover . . .

Randy and Cathleen shared the master bedroom now, and after they let me watch them sexually join I would leave them and sleep in the spare bedroom. Having Randy living in the house brought a realism of their relationship that was undeniable. I knew all too well that the neighbors were talking, and felt their eyes on me whenever I was doing yard work. Not too surprisingly the white soccer moms seemed to take the most notice of my wife's Black guest. Cathleen had told Randy and I over dinner several times of surprise visits by the neighborhood housewives, ostensibly for 'a cup of coffee'. Without fail there would come the veiled questions as my wife's guests would try to find out what they could. Cathleen took great pleasure in being very direct about our living agreement, usually to the envy of these creamy white wives.

But having my wife's Black lover living in the house brought me up in the ranks of the cuckold group. It was a critical threshold to cross in the life. Not every cuckold can take such a public 'outing', and while the no member in the group were never criticized if he couldn't make the jump those that 'crossed over' (as it was often referred to) were held in higher regard. After the anniversary party of our crossing over, and the ensuing orgy that the wives and the Black masters engaged in, my stock in the group was at an all time high. I hadn't planned it, but clearly benefited. I would be lying if I didn't admit that seeing my wife allow herself to be loaned out by Randy tore me apart. But I knew that I had bought us here by begging her to try a Black lover in the first place, and the fact that she was annoyed with me for objecting to her fulfilling Randy's sexual requests was a reasonable response on her part since she had been brought to this point by fulfilling mine.

The invite to the inner circle of the cuckold group was thrilling news. There was a bit of secrecy about the 'Circle', as it was referred to, but all the cucks discussed rumors about what being part of the Circle consisted of, only knowing that it in part consisted of meditation. I had to wait for a few weeks until the Circle met. Needless to say I was anxiously thinking about the possibilities. 

I attended cuckold group meetings every night, tending to the men that I had brought into the lifestyle. So far I had convinced six different white married couples to try letting the wife sample Black cock. The experience is unforgettable, but not for everyone. Still, four of the couples had chosen the path. Recruitment of new white couples to submit to Black was an important aim of the cuckold group, as well as a firm demand of the Black Masters. It was expected that every white couple bring at least two new couples in to try Black cock every year. The Black Masters knew it could be difficult, and would assist our efforts any way that they could. But, they were very strict in the demand that this movement grow and not stagnate. There were penalties for failure to bring new white wives to the Black Masters. If six months had passed and a given white couple had not brought a new white wife in a common punishment for the cuckold was the chastity device. A favorite of the Masters was the CB6000. An underperforming cuckold would be told to order his own CB, and have it delivered to his address and in his name. Then the cuck would have to endure having the device installed on him by another cuck. This was done for several reasons. First, it was deemed beneath the Black Master to have to touch the white cock. Second, having to be exposed to another cuck, who was usually in a device himself and trying to get back into his Black Master's good graces, was yet another humiliation for the cuckold. Third, and most important, installation of a chastity device was the start of total separation from his wife until the cuckold brought a new white wife in to try Black cock. Underperforming cuckolds were banished to an apartment where they lived until the terms were met. Almost every one of the cuckolds had spent some time there, and we all feared being banished. I had luckily avoided the chastity device, and thereby the apartment. Often in group sharing men who were living there would go to tears just wishing to see their sweet white wives again! There was something that was just maddening to know your wife is at your home with her Black lover, and you are banished in a chastity device living with other cuckolds while she is being made love to more or less continuously. There were even whispers by those that had been banished that occasionally the Black Masters would show up unannounced, force the cucks to suck their cocks, and take photographs to reinforce the humiliation and have for future use should the cuckold get any ideas about leaving the lifestyle.

When I did get the call that the Circle was meeting, I was just about to burst with anticipation. Carl, my mentor, called me and told me where to meet him on the night of the meeting. Meetings of the Circle had a mysterious nature about them. None of the other members of the cuckold group knew when, or even how often, the Circle met.

Carl was waiting for me on the front step of a spilt level house when I arrived. "There are certain things that you need to know before we go inside," he said.

"Well, okay, what?" I asked.

"Since this is your first time in the Circle, you are expected to remove all your clothes as soon as you enter. You will be instructed as to what is required of you as the meeting unfolds. The most important thing for you to understand is that the Circle is very much like the cuckold group, only more intense. Like the cuckold group, what is said and what happens here is not to be shared outside here - even with the members of cuckold group. Just like that group this is a support group, only for those who are deeper into the lifestyle. There are some tourists, newbies, in the cuckold group. They aren't bad, just not as committed as the Circle. Do you agree to the rules of the Circle?"

"Yes, I do," I responded.

He reached and turned the doorknob, letting me to enter the house. I did, and after he entered and closed the door I stripped. Carl put his finger to his lips, gesturing me to be silent. After nodded my ascent he started up the stairs, motioning me to follow. We entered the living room, and there were eleven other white men waiting. I recognized them all from the cuckold group. The room was lit only by candles, and the members wore black robes. Carl exited the room, down a hall to the right.

"Welcome to the Circle George," said Robert, who seemed to be the leader.

"Thank you," I responded.

"You have already shown your dedication to being a good cuckold, and we can help your progress in the lifestyle. But first, you have to be initiated to the Circle. Get on your knees, in the middle of the room, and drink this."

I was offered a drink, guzzled it, and did as ordered, and then was blindfolded.

"Now George, "Robert said in a soothing, calm voice, "I want for you to start to visualize your wife with her Black lover. Focus on Randy's hands exploring Cathleen's milky white skin. Hear her moans in your ears . . ."

His voice drifted off as he continued to encourage me to go deeper, and I found myself more than content to dream about my wife and our Black Master. It was so erotic my cock started to feel heavy, and I knew I was starting to get hard. I found my mind thinking about my wife with legs spread for Randy, yearning to be filled. In my fantasy her yearning became mine, and we were both yearning for him to fulfill our need. I became one with my wife, writhing in want. I could feel that my cock was rock hard, and a drop of pre-cum was languidly making its way down its length. Randy starts to separate Cathleen's hallowed folds with his bare Black manhood. Randy starts to take us . . . I know that my cock is throbbing and dripping and I am in the deepest state of lust when suddenly a mouth took my cock and started to give me the blow job of my life!

"Stay in the moment," Robert commanded.

I did as told, and it was not long before I surrendered my cum to this person. The person who had my manhood in their mouth was slow to pull away. With a cat like slowness my conqueror drank every bit of my soul from me, and it was a labor not to collapse! Finally the mouth gracefully slid up the length of me and left me wet, exposed, and blindfolded!

I remained motionless, awaiting whatever might happen next. After what seemed like an eternity Robert finally said, "You can take your blindfold off now."

When I did I saw a black robe folded on the floor. I looked around and saw that everyone was still in the room. Carl now had his black robe on as well.

Instinctively I knew enough not to ask who I had given my essence to, yet I really wanted to know.

A Black man entered through the circle,carrying a briefcase.

"Lay on the floor George," Robert ordered.

I did, and the Black man opened his case. He held up a tattooing gun, eyeing it.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"YES!" I responded, not knowing what he might put on me . . .

He covered my cock and pubic area as he worked. By now I was feeling no pain, it was like I drank a liter of Southern Comfort. I was dreaming as this unknown Black man tattooed just above my pubic hair . . .

After what seemed like an eternity, the Black man was done. He re-packaged the equipment, and left. Scared, I looked down at my new tattoo. Just above my pubic hair it read 'Cuckolded by Black' with a Black cock just above the words. I felt my heart sink a bit knowing that I was forever branded and my wife was surely going to see this humilating development.

"Are you ready to take the next step in your submission?" Robert asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Okay, get up then," he replied.

Then my wife and her lover, Randy, entered the circle with another Black man. Cathleen was wearing a flowing white robe, and Randy was wearing a tuxedo.

"Good," answered Robert. "Then it is time for you to officially give your wife to her Black lover in Black Marriage before God and with us all as witnesses. The reverend here has been meeting with them as a couple for some time now, and they both want to take their relationship to the next level. But before they can make this official, you must surrender your claims on Cathleen, knowing that she loves Randy and desires to give herself to him."

As I stood there nude before my wife and her Black lover with my tattoo proclaiming my status, I knew I couldn't hold them back from their destiny.

"Do you, George, give your wife Cathleen to Randy, forgoing your sexual rights as her husband and accepting Randall as the head of your household?" the reverend asked me.

I was still shocked, and a chill went through me knowing that the ceremony was merely a formality . . . Cathleen was very much in love with Randy and I knew it. I had tacitly given my approval and surrender to this already. I knew the answer, the only answer that was true . . .

"Yes, I do," I breathlessly answered.

"Do you, Randall, take Cathleen to have and enjoy, promising to be the Master of the household from this day forward?" the reverand asked.

"I do," he answered.

"And do you, Cathleen, give yourself fully and completely to Randall, surrendering yourself to him from this day forward?"

"I do," she replied. I was surprised that she didn't even try to catch my eye at this moment.

"Then by the power vested in me I pronounce you husband and wife. Randall, you may take your bride."

Then Randy took a gold ring from his pocket and put it on Cathleen's thumb. She went to her knees and proceeded to give him oral sex right there in front of everyone. My own cock was throbbing and dripping with desire. Soon Randy was ready to cum, and Cathleen increased her pace, drinking the essence of her new husband. She fixed his slacks, and they left hand in hand.

"You can wear your robe now George," Robert said when the ceremony was done . . .

I pulled myself through the blackness of my robe.

"You'll be staying here while Randy and Cathleen have a honeymoon for the next couple of weeks. While here you will learn new techniques that will enhance your submission to Black Masters," Robert informed me. 

Carl showed me to my quarters, as I was still in a daze . . .

My cock kept becoming hard all night as my desire for Cathleen reached hitherto unknown heights. That old saying about absence making the heart grow fonder, well that's just the tip of the cock - so to speak - about complete sexual absence! I knew ever inch of Cathleen's body, and I found myself yearning for her throughout the night. I kept focusing on her and my cock would get unbearably hard, needing relief . . . I fantasized about her soft pink folds as my fingers gently grazed my manhood . . . then remembering the exquisite sight of her making love I could resist no longer and started stroking, longing for the pleasure of her sex. Knowing that I could not have her drove me erotically wild.

I felt like I could see her tongue teasing me, her nipples asking to be sucked, and her fertility inviting. The turn was that all that had once been mine for the taking and now I had to deal with Randy having her attention. In some way I had always thought I would be in control of their relationship, and having lost control was a sexual challenge from Randy. He had been invited in by me, and now I was the man in need of Cathleen.

I know that not everyone will understand why, if I wanted my wife so bad, was I turned on so much at this moment for her. Really, I don't know why I my need for her is so erotically twisted. But I can say that, unlike most men, her having sex with another man only made me want her more, a lot more! Did I want Cathleen to have sex with Randy for her pleasure, or mine. I don't know, except that having to compete for her affection made me want her in the deepest way. If there was one thing that I was sure of, she was enjoying Randy very much. She made sounds of pleasure from the deepest parts of her soul as they became one, and while I did feel jealous that he brought that sexual depth from her I felt like Randy was teaching me more about what Cathleen was really capable of sexually.

There was no doubt that Cathleen also enjoyed me in a sexual way still also. She was quite shy about being near me after sex with Randy for some time. As time wore on Cathleen seemed to shake her inhibitions. I think I helped that along with my eagerness to clean and lick her folds after she had been with Randy. At first she was timid as I kissed me way between her thighs. But I knew that this was probably the most important thing I could do to actively show her that I still loved her - to kiss her soul with all my energy and lust. I licked, sucked and cleaned Cathleen's sex with absolute abandon. I gave her the best oral sex that I ever had, and didn't stop until she finally pulled my lips from hers. Eventually, her apprehensiveness abated. She became comfortable enough to pull my mouth straight to her sex without saying another word. One night it culminated in her calling to me right after they climaxed. Cathy spread her legs as she and Randy kissed. Without hesitation I climbed home and started to give her slow sensual oral sex that I grew to know that she loved as she came down off her erotic high.

So there I lay, in wanton need of my wife, knowing that she had just taken her lover in the deepest way. They were probably right in the middle of sex at that moment, and I was craving her like never before. Why had I agreed to give Randy my sexual rights to Cathleen? Not everyone will understand, I am sure. But by Cathleen being with Randy, I had learned a new appreciation of what I had once had taken for granted. Not only that but I wanted Cathy to fulfill her every sexual fantasy that I couldn't do for her, and Randy's thick Black cock was firmly in that column! Why did it drive me to sexual madness to see his manhood sliding in and out of her? Why should seeing her soft pink folds yield to his throbbing dark cock turn me on instead of making me angry? I'll never know. But I do know that I enjoy watching my wife have sex, and climax - even if it is with another man. 



Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 13



This is the final installment in a story of Black into white interracial cuckoldry. It is hard core and this not for everyone. Don't read on if this theme offends you. It has taken my a very long time to finish this story, and I think my many readers that have been so patient.

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Cathleen sat silently in Randy's Escalade as his cum leaked from her freshly fucked pussy onto the inside of her wedding dress. He was driving them back to the house that they now shared on the night her cuckold husband, George, relinquished his sexual rights of her to her Black lover, Randy. She had been shocked at the ceremony to see her friend Danielle, who had recently given birth to a third child for her Black Master Jamaal, give a blindfolded George a blow job to completion right before her eyes before the vows. Cathleen knew why this had transpired, and she found her mind wondering back . . .

When Cathleen had begun down the path of cuckolding her white husband, it had been at the urging of him. Randy, her Black lover, had sexually seduced her with his erotic attention and extra large manhood. At first she thought she could control the relationship, and manage it while maintaining her marriage to George. It was not long before she realized that she was hooked on Randy's cock. His manhood was simply able to reach hitherto unknown depths within her sex, and there came a time when her pussy yearned to be itched that deep constantly.

When the relationship started, Randy was very charming and had romanced her to surrender to the temptation that her husband had nudged her toward for some time. George had actually encouraged her to date a Black man, and eventually it had happened. As the relationship evolved with Randy, Cathleen insisted that her husband remain chaste while respecting her bond with Randy. She and Randy both demanded that George place his sexual desires for his wife in deference to their desires to be together. Randy would often let George watch as he made love to Cathleen. She came to enjoy having her husband watch her in erotic agony at the hand of this Black man. As long as she could control her need for Randy's cock, she still felt a sense of power over both men.

Things remained that way for a time, until Randy unexpectedly withheld sex from Cathleen. She had not let George be privy to the situation at the time. She had been adamant with her husband right from the beginning that if she gave in to his desire that she date a Black man then that relationship would be totally private from him. Cathleen had been enjoying being sexed by Randy, and been basking in his sexual attention when he shut her off from his uniquely satisfying cock. He made it clear that if she wanted him as a lover she had to admit that she NEEDED his, and only his, big Black cock. She had been shocked when he called her and told her his demand that she submit to him as her Black Master. Cathleen had never entertained the idea of submitting racially to Randy. In her own mind she, like most whites, placed herself as the superior in the interracial mating of Black and white. She smugly held fast at that first conversation on the matter that she would not submit, firmly believing that it would be Randy that would give in. In fact Cathleen was mildly surprised that Randy didn't call the next night looking to visit. By the third night there was a craving deep inside her pussy . . . and she knew what would feed that hunger. She tried to satiate herself with toys. But she kept seeing his blackness sliding between her yielding pink lips whenever she closed her eyes. No vibrator could replace that cock . . . At the end of a week she was literally aching for Randy to walk through the door and thoroughly fuck her. He still had not called, and her resolve was wavering. It was on that night that she made the booty call to his wireless number. But he didn't answer . . . Cathleen felt even needier for him, fearing that he was, in fact, out with some other white woman at that very moment. Unable to stop herself, she started fingering herself fantasizing about Randy.

The next day was Sunday, and Cathleen acquiesced again and called. This time he answered. She coyly tried to ask about where he had been the night before. Randy ignored the obvious and asked her directly if she were ready to submit to him as her Black Master. Knowing that she did, indeed, now actually NEED him sexually stung her. She felt a whiplash of both desire and the humiliation of erotic need. Her body had made her become conscious that his sex was now essential to her sexual and emotional contentment. Still, she tried to save herself and rather than commit over the phone insisted that Randy visit so that they could 'talk'. He agreed, and said that he would be over in an hour. 

'Talk', she laughed to herself. She knew that she could seduce him without surrendering to racial sexual submission. When he arrived, Cathleen met him at the door in black push up bra and panties. He walked past her and took a seat on the sofa. Cathleen took his hand without saying a word and led him to her white marital bed. She spread herself out in sexual invitation for him. Then Randy undressed, revealing that massive cock for which she was so wanton. He pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, and tore off her panties. Her married white pussy was bare and unprotected before him once again. Cathleen knew the enticement would be too great, and smiled to herself that she had won . . . Randy took the tip of his manhood and started teasing the very outside of her lips in a most lascivious manner. Then he started verbally taunting her . . . 

"How badly do you want this cock?" he said. "Are you ready to admit that I am your Black Master?"

Her own body was betraying her at the feel of his cock and resonance of his voice. Her pussy was flooding her sexual juices, crying out for him in it's own voice. The very timbre of his voice made her innards quiver.

'All you have to do is admit what you already know it true - you need this Black cock, and I am your sexual Master.'

Finally she could hold out no longer, and she was ready. Throwing her head to one side she conceded, 'Yes Randy, I need you. I'm your little white wife bitch . . . you know I need for you to Blacken me again . . . Oh Randy . . . I can't call you Master, we must at least be equals . . ."

Her pleading was rewarded with a quick thrust of Randy's rod. He did not push far in, merely enough to decisively settle the matter. Those few inches brought Cathleen an intense release of pleasure. The level of lusty gratification was so high that she became light headed and her pussy betrayed her yet again by releasing a torrent of cum as she cried out in relief.

Then Randy slowly started to withdraw . . . Cathleen knew the tables were totally turned now, and she could not bear to be without Randy.

She looked him in the eyes and lustily hissed at him, 'Yes you are my Black Master!! Now fuck this little, white, prim soccer wife of yours like you're fucking SUPPOSED to and make me your slut!!!'

With those words Randy did fuck her, and it was not making love that time. He took her with animalistic fury, bringing Cathleen to even higher erotic planes than before. She hissed and growled at him, saying the most obscene coarse things that came into her mind. She begged never to withhold his cock from her ever again. When Randy finally let loose his hot, rope-like cum in the depths of her womanhood Cathleen felt a redemption for her submission . . . she felt claimed by this man in the deepest manner. Strangely she felt loved, the way that a submissive often does upon ultimate surrender. That feeling of love drove her to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders as well as to lock her legs behind his while she succumbed to several orgasms on his manhood as it rested within her.

The rules changed from that point, and there was much that her husband didn't know. Randy had taken many pictures of her in the nude, and videos as well. She knew that these were then posted on the same interracial cuckoldry board that her husband had frequented and which had lit the fuse on his interest in Black into white cuckoldry. Cathleen also knew that George had no idea about the postings though. The Black Masters insisted that the cuckolds refrain from all Internet browsing that was not purely for work functions. It was never explained to them why . . .

One good thing that happened at her submission, was that Randy moved into her house and she was getting sex from him several times every day. But by taking the next step down the road of being an owned white slut wife, new rules evolved for Cathleen. For instance, when she started dating Randy, Cathleen had been encouraged to develop friendships with the other white wives. Upon submitting to Randy as her Black Master, this was no longer the case. White wives that had submitted to their Black lovers were no longer allowed unfettered communication. They could be together, but only if the Black Masters were there to chaperon. The white women were not permitted to 'compare notes', if you will, about the Black Masters. As a submitting white wife, she now led an almost cloistered existence. Randy and her would hang out with other Black Masters and their respective white wives. Cathleen was now devoid of 'vanilla' friends, and this was her world.

There were other changes that George was unaware of . . . Randy had insisted that Cathleen get a Queen of Spades tattoo just above her pussy, which her white husband was not permitted to see. On the occasions that Randy decided to let her husband taste Cathleen's cum filled pussy, George was blindfolded, both to keep knowledge of her tattoo as well as to deny him the sight of his own wife's sex, since it was no longer his and now Randy's. Cathleen's ample white breasts now had pierced nipples with gold hoops. The tattoo and hoops had been sharply painful. As her body felt the sharpness of those pains, Randy whispered sexy talk into her ear. Cathleen found herself getting sexually excited at the situation. Randy explained that these were pains of submissive pleasure, and that she would be rewarded with a good long sexing for being a good little white wife. He was good to his word, and did fuck her through the whole night (doggy style so not to disturb the healing on her pussy and tits).

Things were going smooth, if strange, until the 'Anniversary Party' celebrating Randy moving into the house that Cathleen and her white husband had owned. There were many Black Masters and white wives in attendance that night. Danielle was among the white wives, and it was at this party that Cathleen met her. The sexual energy at the party was palpable right from the start. The cross flirting among the wives and the Blacks eventually broke out into a full blown orgy, and that was the first time that Cathleen gave in to Randy's request to share her charms. Randy had been letting her know for weeks prior to the party, and not in a subtle manner, that he wanted to show her off to the other Black Masters. Cathleen had bristled at first, until Randy explained that it was a fantasy of his and that since she had been willing to try Black due to her white husband's fantasy in the first place she more or less ought to fulfill his fantasy also. She saw his logic, though didn't like the sound of the idea. When the orgy exploded Randy guided her to suck his friends cocks, and she had complied. Out of the corner of her eyes Cathleen saw Danielle, eight months Black pregnant, sucking her Black Master Jamaal as another white wife kissed him and offered her bare breasts to him.

Her friendship with Danielle started the next morning. They met up alone in the kitchen, and started to make breakfast for everyone. Danielle was very tall, with long straight Godiva like blonde mane. Her pubic hair was jet black, however, betraying her natural color.

Danielle looked around quickly, then gripped Cathleen's arm and whispered in her ear. "Hi, I don't know if you know me or anything about me. But I would like to get to know you," she said. "Here's my number. Call me tomorrow at 2 in the afternoon. Our Masters have plans that will keep them away at that time."

Danielle gave her a scrap of paper, which Cathleen palmed for later reference.

Cathleen had missed having a girlfriend, and felt a level of comfort with Danielle. She knew that Danielle was one of the most senior white wives that had submitted, and was well regarded among the rest of the women. She had been featured on billboards located at both roads into and out of town. The billboards advertised a fertility clinic with a side view picture of Danielle (full belly pregnant), with her black lover behind her holding her fullness and staring in such a way as that his eyes followed the viewer. Provocative, to say the least! It was well known to everyone in town that the phone number was actually a line to the Black Masters.

Cathleen did call Danielle as they agreed, and their friendship grew. It was virtually impossible for them to meet in person. Regardless, they talked on the phone whenever possible. In addition to giving Cathleen a female friend, Danielle was a wealth of information as to the inner workings of the Black Masters. Having been one of the first white wives to fully submit (and the last of the original wives still active in town), she had been privy to many secrets (which she slowly shared with Cathleen). For instance, over the few months when their friendship developed Danielle let Cathleen in on the following:

First, the Black Masters actually owned the web site that had intrigued most of the white husbands about interracial cuckoldry in the first place. By chance, Jamaal (Danielle's Master and one of the original Black Masters) was the head of IT at the company where many of the white husbands worked. He noticed the prevalence of interracial porn being browsed on the company Internet connection. At first he was just going to do his job and block out the sites. Then one night while out with some of his friends, they came upon an idea. Rather than just block all porn on the company computers, why not use the opportunity to make a few bucks? They put their own web site together (a pay site, of course) featuring interracial sex content that they downloaded off the web for free, and then Jamaal blocked out all the other porn sites. Once that was done, he let the pop up for the Black's site to occasionally show up on the company computers. It worked perfectly!

Soon many of the white men at the company were paying their Black coworkers for interracial porn! The Blacks were taking perverse pleasure in the situation, figuring that perhaps someday the secret could be used to blackmail with white husbands (though no exact plan was in place). Over time, the Black men noticed that many of the white men seemed most interested in white 'soccer mom' types being fucked by hung Black studs. As they discussed it, they began to wonder if the white husbands might be fantasizing that the 'soccer mom' types that they were seeing on the computer screens were surrogates for their wives? Slowly they nudged the content of the site towards interracial cuckoldry. It was a huge hit! The husbands nearly doubled their time viewing the content!

The next natural step was to add a forum. The white husbands then started to share their fantasies about interracial cuckoldry, and specifically the desire to watch their prim white wives take Black cock! It was at that point that the Blacks started to interact with the white husbands over the web, and encourage their kink. Let's face simple facts, by the time that a white man is revealing his desire to surrender his wife to a Black man he is not far from acting on his desire. Before they started to talk to the husbands, the Black Masters had studied the dynamics of BiW cuckoldry and knew how to keep the husbands on erotic edge. The Black Masters instructed the white husbands on how to approach their wives and break down the barriers. By the time that the first white husbands started hinting to their wives what they wanted, the Black Masters had started bringing like minded Black friends to the area to fulfill the anticipated need of Black men (as well as continuing to mask the true nature of what was happening).

So it was that the Black Masters had secretly been the 'Masters', and had manipulated the white husbands to want to be cuckolded!

Second, as they began to take more white couples into interracial cuckoldry the Black Masters began to realize that larger plans were possible. They noticed that there were just two types of white couples in this small town, the ones that had a weakness for interracial cuckoldry and ones that were scared or offended by what was going down. It was not long before the Black Masters realized that the white couples that were afraid of seeing Black men coming and going from their neighbors houses at all hours tended to move. Then the Black men decided to pull out all the stops! They started sunbathing almost nude in the front yards of the houses where they were having the wives (both to drive out the whites that they didn't want around as well as to tempt every last white wife that they could)! It was not long before more and more Blacks were living in town, buying properties abandoned by the fleeing 'vanilla' whites at discounted prices. It took some time, but eventually between Blacks and cuckolded whites people 'in the life style' became the majority, wielding social and political power in the small town.

Upon consolidating resources, the Black Masters invested in the only hotel in town. It wasn't a large hotel, but it served a special purpose. The web site had a growing number of subscribers, and increasingly the whites getting drawn to the lure of submitting to Blacks were not from nearby. The hotel allowed the Black Masters to invite white couples that wanted to dip their toes into interracial cuckoldry a 'Cuckold Vacation'. White couples would get an invitation to come and stay at the hotel for free. This was successful in initiating many more whites to submission to the Black Masters. As planned, not long after the first visit the white wives (having been ravished by the Black Masters) would be begging their husbands to return. Of course only the first stay was free, and as these white women's visits became more frequent, and they grew to need Black cock, the hotel rates rose . . .

Cathleen had to admit that the Black Masters had become astute businessmen, slowly buying the occasional business and steering the white couples that they controlled to patronize the proper places. Every cuckolded white knew which nightclubs and restaurants were catering to whom. Some places were purely for the Blacks and their white wives, and the cuckolds were not permitted. Others were more for the cuckolds, but not exclusively.

The third important bit of information that Danielle imparted to Cathleen involved what was going to be expected soon. Danielle told her that eventually George would be asked to voluntarily surrender his sexual rights to Cathleen's Black Master Randy, and offer her to Randy in Black marriage. Danielle also said that Randy would soon expect Cathleen to submit to becoming Black pregnant, and working for the web site by letting him post nude photos of her, as well as having Cathleen do some live web shows. Danielle told her that becoming Black pregnant would both be the highest expression of submission to Randy (and would touch her like nothing else - ever), but also permanently cement his position as her Master.

On the very day that Danielle revealed to Cathleen about Black marriage and pregnancy, Randy came home and directly confronted her about talking to Danielle. He waited until they were having sex, and Cathleen was tied spread eagle on the bed. Suddenly, just as she was nearing cumming, Randy stopped and pulled his throbbing cock from her sizzling sex.




Cathleen Encouraged Ch. 13



"Who did you talk to on the phone today?" he demanded.

"No one," she said, shocked that he asked.

"Don't lie to me! I know you were on the phone today."

"Oh, that was nothing. Just my parents calling."

Then Randy took a small tape recorder from his jacket pocket, and played a tape of the conversation that she had with Danielle!

"I know all about you two talking for the last couple of months!" Randy said when the tape finished.

Cathleen was aghast. "Oh love, don't be mad! I just wanted a female friend!"

"Maybe so, but you know the rules! You WILL both have to be punished. But, I think it's time to clear a few things up. She made it sound like the Black Masters were sinister, like we forced the situation here in town. Nothing could be further from the truth! We didn't force the husbands to want to see their wives with Black men. They WANTED to see their wives with Black men. All we did was offer them the opportunity to make their fantasy a reality! From a factual standpoint, yes we did the things she said. So what? If the husbands didn't want to bring their fantasies to life they didn't have to. No one was forced to do anything. What you have to understand is that these men really do enjoy being cuckolded! I think that women always think that isn't true, but it is!"

Randy paused for a moment, took a cigar out of his jacket and lit it. He took a long drag before he continued his discourse.

"Now as time went on, yes, we did see bigger possibilities here. Just as these white men get sexual satisfaction by seeing their white wives with Black men, we have enjoyed being dominant! I see nothing wrong with the situation between the Masters and cuckolds. From the other perspective the wives are getting greater sexual peaks than they ever did before cuckolding. We Black men DO enjoy having white wives give themselves to us over their husbands. And why wouldn't we? So everyone is getting what they want here."

"As far as our plans for the town, well, it all kind of grew out of the situation. We opened or bought nightclubs and restaurants because it made sense. We didn't like non-cuckolding whites gawking at us when we were out on our dates any more than the wives did. The gawkers were an annoyance for the Black Masters, the white wives, and even the cuckolds. As time went on, and opportunities arose, exciting new things developed. Example: the hotel. There were more and more white couples on the web site that wanted a place to try out interracial cuckoldry in a safe environment, without the judgment issues that they would experience in their home towns. Sure we let them come here for free to begin with! We want to encourage more white couples to try the lifestyle! And why wouldn't we charge more for the hotel later? No one is forcing them to come back, even though we both know they will. But if these couples want to come here and live out their need to surrender to Black cock, we offer them the opportunity."

Randy took a drag off his cigar, thinking to himself momentarily before continuing.

"As far as controlling the town, yes we did engineer that over time. But the question that you ought to be asking is 'Why?' The answer is not sinister, or mean, or even negative. We, the Black Masters, saw an opportunity to create a place where our lifestyle is the norm! All we have done is drive out the people that gave us the dirty looks for living the lifestyle we enjoy. All we have done is encourage a place into being that WELCOMES Black men and white couples to live openly as they wish. We came to see that such a town ought to exist. Are we wrong to want a place to live our lives as we wish? I don't think so."

Cathleen was completely absorbed by Randys' explanation. "I guess I just didn't fully understand, love." she said.

"So that brings us to our relationship. Do I want you to choose to become pregnant my me? Yes! That is the highest form of a white wife submitting herself, isn't it? Do I want George to surrender his sexual rights to me formally and completely? Absolutely! Why wouldn't I want these things? But the more important thing here is that I think both of you want these things also. I think that you are ready for the ultimate high. I think that you want to formally give yourself to me. I think that you couldn't imagine going back to George and a vanilla life. I want to take you to the next level, and I think that you want it too! Ultimately, the choice is yours. No one will force you, just as no one forced you up until now. But what you should understand is that there is no half way. If you choose to go to the next level, your birth control MUST be dropped. If you submit, it is unconditional. In order for you to experience the next level completely, you must be open your womanhood to me. So what do you have to say?"

Cathleen was still reeling at the proposition put before her. In some ways she was still hedging her bets with the birth control, and she knew it. Without a pregnancy she and George could always pick up and move away. They could start fresh, without anyone knowing her history as a whore for her Black Master. She knew Randy well enough to know that this was no joke. To make matters worse he was slowly stroking that uniquely satisfying cock of his, tempting her.

Cathleen writhed with wanton need of Randy's manhood. His cock had long since supplanted her white husband's. That dark cock had become her sexual master, and they both knew it. The battle for sexual supremacy had been won by Randy's sex cannon long ago. Time had only made her more used to his massive manhood, and increasingly in fear of losing this man. He had been able to reach soooooooo deep within her vagina that her pussy actually ached to be itched where only he could scratch. That her sex so yearned for this man scared Cathleen.

"But what about George?" she finally asked.

"I doubt George will be a problem at this point," Randy answered. "He knows that I am your man now. He knows that the fight is already lost, and that you want a real man. Sure, he's nice. But you could never look at him the same way after everything that has happened. You will never get the images of him eagerly licking my seed from your pussy out of your mind - NEVER! No woman could. What you want is natural, the alpha male. You want what every woman wants - to be wanted, to be taken, to surrender. You can't surrender to him after watching him submit to me by eagerly licking my cum from you, his wife!"

She thought about this. It was true that her love for George had changed. She no longer lusted for him, that was undeniable. Cathleen did still love George, but it was just emotional now. Months and months and months of sex with Randy made her physically his. But all that sex brought her emotions along, and now she loved two men. She loved them differently. But she loved them both. Over time, however, Randy had become more husband than George. 

Between the physical need of Randy, and the emotional love that had developed for him, she found the word that was the answer to his question. Finally, she looked into his eyes and said, "YES!"

She exhaled a deep breath of surrender. "Yes Randy, marry me and take me and make me yours forever!"

Cathleen was both exhilarated and terrified simultaneously. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She felt both needful, and relieved. In some ways she had felt torn between the two men and insecure as to where the whole situation might lead. In the end, if he would take her forever, she knew that she needed this man. George had once been that in her heart. But the time without him had proven, to her anyway, that Randy had won her.

Randy placed his cigar in an ashtray, and took his place between her legs. Without a word he rubbed the tip of his cock around Cathleen's soft pink lips, wetting it in preparation. Without warning Randy slid inside, taking and claiming his prize. Cathleen gasped in pleasure, begging him to take her. Any caution was tossed aside, and Cathleen openly pleaded with Randy to claim her, to make her pregnant! She knew the words were still empty this time, since her birth control was still probably effective. But she was already flushing those pills down the john in her mind. Cathleen came on Randy's rod several times in erotic bliss as he fucked her as only he could. When Randy finally tensed and flooded her womanhood with his potent sperm, it caused Cathleen to have a massive orgasm. Her body gave so much of itself that she felt like she actually blacked out for a minute!

Randy held his cock inside Cathleen until it went soft, making sure that every precious drop of cum was as deep as possible in his woman. He rose from the bed, and reignited his cigar.

"I accept," he said. "There will still be punishment for both Danielle and you, of course. But I will make all the arrangements."

Cathleen remembered that night very clearly again, still quietly sitting in Randy's Escalade. There was no doubt that Danielle's blow job of George was meant to punish both Cathleen and Danielle, as well as drive a permanent wedge between their friendship. Not everyone would understand Cathleen's anger at George for accepting that oral sex. Even though she had been with Randy for months, the agreement between her and George was that he was to be chaste. Even though he had been blindfolded, Cathleen knew that she could never forgive George. Cathleen knew that many people would think it hypocritical that she was angry at George for getting a blow job on the very night that she was going to give herself to Randy in Master marriage. It did not matter what anyone else would have thought. George had begged her to have a Black lover, and had sworn to be chaste. As far as Cathleen was concerned, she had not cheated on her husband because her husband had agreed to Randy having sex with her. By accepting that blow job, George had actually cheated. It had the added effect of driving her even more firmly into Randy's waiting arms.

Cathleen shifted in her seat, and her bare calf grazed the cold leather of the seat. The chill gave her goosebumps to her inner thighs. That was not the only reason for her awkwardness. What George did not know as he watched Randy fuck her after the ceremony was that she was no longer on any birth control. Randy scheduled everything so that the night of the wedding took place at the height of her fertility, and when enough time had passed that her birth control pills were no longer blocking the natural assertion of Randy's seed. Randy had even forced Cathleen to not have sex from her last period until tonight. Every single factor that could be controlled had been set in place so that there was the highest probability that on the very night that George completely surrendered the sexual rights of his wife to Randy, he was impregnating her right before his eyes!

Cathleen had tremendous orgasms that night, on a living room floor, brazenly fucking her Black Master in front of a dozen horny cuckolds. Knowing the gravity of the pregnancy risk had given her a higher plateau of sexual pleasure. Danielle had been right. Cathleen wouldn't know for a bit if she was already pregnant, but she had become eager to be so.

It occurred to Cathleen that this night was the first time that George would have seen her 'Queen of Spades' tattoo, as well as the gold hoops through her nipples. She got a dirty thrill, knowing how seeing these things would have given him the stab of erotic jealousy. She let her fingers find their way through the wedding dress she was wearing, finding the folds of her pussy. She started playing with herself, thinking about George. Randy seemed to enjoy that she had become conditioned enough as his white slut that she didn't blush when she wanted to be fingered, and instead just started doing herself in public. But it was not for him to know that this time he was not what Cathleen was fantasizing about. Cathleen let her fingers please her exquisitely as she remembered her former husband. Cathleen immersed herself in thoughts of George, cumming time and time again as memories of him flashed through her mind. She finished as Randy pulled into the driveway of their house. As the last strains of the final orgasm she experienced thinking about George passed, she mourned the end of that relationship. She recomposed herself, and looked t her new husband, Randy.

"Are you ready yet?" he asked jokingly.

"Sure honey! Let's get inside. I just know you're ready to take me again!"

Then they went straight to bed, making love until even the virile Randy was worn out. Cathleen started right in on him the next day. Her orgasms were, in fact, incredible knowing that he would soon claim her body in pregnancy (if he hadn't already). This went on for weeks until she was confirmed pregnant by her Black Master. The ultimate submission to Randy fulfilled Cathleen in ways that turned her soul inside out. She was permanently Blacked now . . . and couldn't wait to show off her Black baby!