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.
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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!
