Oct 10, 1999
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(or How to Avoid a Divorce (maybe))
by TJR ghostwriting for Pamela X.
Hi, I dont know how many cuckold training stories are written
firsthand by women, but Iv'e known TJR from chatrooms for years and
he thinks I have some experience other wives considering Black
lovers could benefit from, or even white cuckolds.
I had dated Black Men in college pretty exclusively, but after my
career fell apart I married a slightly older white engineer I'll
call Elliot whom I did like and he tried very hard and I hoped it
would grow into something more. Anyway, I grew restless and by
chance one of my old boyfriends (Black naturally) happened to
connect with me, and after one quick motelroom afternoon, I knew it
( my marriage) just wasn't going to work. I was still attractive,
29, blonde and shapely, no kids yet, and I knew I'd be seeing Tyrone
again, actually whenever He wanted.
But when I told my husband I couldn't stop seeing Black Men, he
reacted different from what I expected. I was up front because I'm
no good at lying anyway or sneaking around and said it was either an
open marriage or divorce, and he agreed to try an open marriage. I
was surprised but happy. It wasn't all easy. At first he had a lot
of difficulty being home alone when I was out, but we made a game
out of it.
I would tell him in detail what I did and with who, and like a
lot of hubbies I met on the chat room he found that very exciting.
If he was good I would let him orally clean me after my dates and at
first I masturbated him with my hand. After being stretched out
again by Black Males I couldn't even cum on his smallish penis and
that was a stumbling block until he accepted it. I encouraged him
to take charge of my Black social life, and he helped me get ready
for dates, made arrangements and waited up for me. Elliot bought
clothes for me, helped me bathe, painted my toenails while I talked
on the phone to my Black lover. This was the best period because I
was the envy of all my girlfriends. I had the financial security of
a successful marriage, a submissive dutiful forgiving husband, and
my sex life was just heavenly as I was Black sexed several times a
My next Black Lover was Jamahl, who was more possessive than
Tyrone, even though He shared me with His friends. My husband and I
had our first real fight when I let Jamahl use one of our cars and
He wrecked it. But I knew what really upset him was I had stopped
masturbating him after my dates. I was up front about that because
I relayed Jamahl's orders that I couldn't even touch his penis or
any white penis any more. Jamahl told me that my body was
exclusuvely for the pleasure of Black Men, which I agreed with and
felt I needed to make that commitment. You may notice I always
capitalize Black. In fact I felt liberated and at peace when I
admitted to myself I worshipped African Men and wanted to spend my
life serving and being bred by Them. I joined a couple of Black
Power organizations and wanted to contribute all I could, but Elliot
wasn't willing to do too much. This showed up at home with little
things like I also had several nude pictures of Jamahl in my bedroom
so I could see him from any angle, especially when my husband was
kneeling between my legs after a date to clean me out. However, it
was important to me that he also kneel in front of a special photo,
my African Shrine I called it, when he masturbated. Even though he
knew these little rituals were very important to me he had
difficulty with them.
So, before going any further, it was at this point I believe that
the marriage began to crack. That's why the 'maybe' is in the
title. Perhaps if it had stopped there and I hadn't wanted to bear
Jamahl's baby, or get the clit and nipple rings, or even little
things like having Jamahl pick me up at the door which Elliot hated.
But there were also demands from Elliot that I compromised with. He
wanted and persistently begged to watch me and my dates make love,
which I didn't like at all but I did sometimes. Many times when I
came home late, I really just wanted to shower and sleep but instead
like a good wife let him clean me while I tiredly tried to remember
what exactly I did and with who.
So, anyway, hubby cuckold training isn't easy but it did work for
a while to both our satisfaction, and I think the answer is a
willingness to compromise. I hope this helps you all. I am divorced
now but have had 2 Black babies, still date exclusively Black Men
but I do have a white boyfriend who accepts my lifestyle and his
position in it, and I'm very hopeful about our future because he's
agreed to wear a chastity belt which wev'e sent away for. Maybe in
another letter we can talk more about chastity belts for white males
and hubbies because I know several Black-owned wives whov'e found
this a perfect solution, but let's see if it works for us.