Dear Master SHANGO,
My wife, Tara, and I would make a perfect couple to include in your Black-ownership training schedule. We have been following you for a long time now. Tara loves reading your articles on the subject of Black-Ownership and loves the idea of us having you reside with us for the duration of your forthcoming trip to the USA, whenever that happens.
I consider myself a lucky husband in the sense that it took little encouragement from me to allow my wife to start spending time with other men.
Her first lover was a co-worker in her office building. She didn’t tell me about him initially, but one afternoon, he called her while we were in bed. That was when she came true about what’s been going on. The man (his name was Clarence) was a tall, black man who was married. He’s had his eyes on Tara for months. They had been flirting, doing silly stuff together, but somehow, Tara had started having feelings about wanting him but didn’t know how I’d feel about it.
We talked about it. I asked her if she’d like to fuck him; she said yes. I told her to invite Clarence over for drinks next weekend. That was my first time becoming a cuckold. I never thought twice about it; it felt like a perfectly natural thing to do. If I’d known about your writings, I likely would have consulted you before I thought of making such a decision.
I went online and began watching cuckold videos to familiarise myself with what was coming. I started reading about chastity cages, feminisation, and other arousing, submissive stuff that white husbands like me can do to engage my wife further to make me a better cuckold. I showed some of the videos to Tara, and to my surprise, she got into the groove of what I desired for her and myself.
We unofficially became a cuckold couple, even though we were yet to make things happen for real.
The following Saturday came around, and Clarence drove over to our home. I welcomed him, as any submissive husband would, and even showed deference towards his presence while Sara sat beside him. I got drinks and left them together while sitting further away from them. Clarence didn’t appear to mind my presence, and I was grateful. He and Tara got to kissing and caressing each other. I watched them while grabbing my crotch, feeling my penis grow hard inside my jeans. Tara was dressed to impress. It took little time before Clarence let down her dress and got to sucking her tits.
They did some foreplay while I watched them. Tara sucked his cock, unbothered that I watched. His cock was impressive; I liked that it didn’t take him time to grow erect. Tara led him to the bedroom; I followed behind. They got comfortable getting out of their clothes, and I got to witness first-time another man have incredible sex with my wife.
It was an epiphany, I tell you; it was like having an out-of-body experience. I appreciated Sara more than ever seeing her being free in another man’s arms, unconcerned about me watching, unbothered that she was making erotic noise that, before that moment, she had only had with me. The difference was she was even louder with Clarence than with me. I got to watch him sink his cock into Sara’s pussy. I watched as her pussy creampied on his cock the longer he fucked her, overpowering the room with their lovemaking scent. Clarence wore a condom and at the last moment, extracted the condom off his cock and ejaculated over Tara’s abdomen. Tara scooped it in her hand and licked it clean; I was eager to lick it with her, but I didn’t. It was my first time, and it was best that I held down my anticipation.
Clarence fucked my wife a second round before deciding to call it a day; the night had arrived when he got into his car and drove home. Sara and I made love that night like teenagers; the sex was fucking amazing!
Tara kept up her relationship with Clarence for several weeks. Often they would fuck while on lunch breaks, and a few times, he took her to his bachelor friend’s pad and screwed her there. They often reserved weekends at my home so that I could watch. The relationship ended when Clarence got transferred to another city branch. They’ve kept up an email correspondence for a while, but it didn’t take long before Tara stopped and Clarence no longer called. It was sad the way their relationship ended, but great that it had transformed Tara into the hotwife she has become since.
Tara got emboldened enough to find herself a new set of lovers. I purchased a chastity cage and swore off having sex with her. I enjoy sleeping beside her, both naked, while I’m locked in my cage. Sometimes she cradles my caged penis to let me know I’m still her first love.
