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(MF, wife-exh, husb-voy, mast, oral, anal, intr, huml, cuck) *** Chapter 9 It had been six months since I last visited the cuckold's clinic and that little chapter of my strange but fun life was over. Lucy and I had been getting along great. She'd had lovers over from time to time, including our next door neighbour, and I'd been to the Black Cock Club with her about ten or eleven times which was always a lot of fun. These days she rarely went without me, but had made a few solo trips. Anyway I'd stopped being surprised by anything anymore after looking over the garden fence to ask Nathan Walker if he'd seen Lucy who was late for dinner only to find her on all fours in the garden with Walker slowly fucking her ass. From that point I finally realised that anything embarrassing or humiliating that could happen probably would at some point. So I took it in my stride when Dr Ward of the clinic turned up at our house. Lucy had "forgotten" to mention that she thought I needed another course of lessons to refresh me as she thought I'd got cocky recently. Dr Ward was here to give me a medical and re-enroll me. I wasn't pleased to see her but did my best to appear pleasant. I was disappointed to note that she was alone and Cara hadn't come. I hoped she was still at the clinic. "Hello again Thomas," she said. Lucy took her leave and headed upstairs with Mr. Walker. I lead Dr Ward into the living room. "OK Thomas, we are glad to have you back. I need to have a quick look at you. Undress please." I complied with this order to strip in my own living room. She walked around me, her eyes running over my body. "Sit down please," she pointed to the couch and I sat. "We need to see if you are maintaining proper hygiene standards. I know you have a lot of things to masturbate over but we still need to keep your willy clean. Please scoot forward." I did as she said so that I was pretty much on my back on the couch. She knelt between my legs. Most guys would have expected a blow job at this point. I knew better. She lifted my dick and peered closely under it, put it back and ran a gloved finger down it. She suddenly lifted my legs and forced them back over my head as though she was changing a diaper, running her finger under my balls. "A bit sweaty but clean. Nice clean willy and bottom. Good Boy." She let go and I sat up. She gave me something to put on. Not the clinic pyjamas I was expecting but what appeared to be a cooking apron. It tied at the back but only came down to my waist. It had the words "My wife loves" written at the top and a huge colour picture of a black cock underneath. Why wouldn't I be happy wearing that in my house? It was true. She sat opposite me and began to ask questions about our sex life since I'd last been to the clinic. I told her about the club and some of the stuff that had gone down. She asked me to show her some of my favourite scenes to masturbate too during my masturbation session when I was allowed DVDs. I was happy to show her a selection of my favourite movies, some featuring Lucy, some professional porn. She noticed a theme that even I hadn't consciously, which is that a lot of my jerk off scenes had the girl on top facing away from the camera, giving a good look at the sex juice-covered black cock penetrating her white pussy as well the two lovers. I conceded that I did love those types of scenes now she mentioned it. Fortunately Lucy liked to go on top although to be honest she liked to be underneath, on all fours, sideways...you name it. She produced a large black dildo with straps from her back. I groaned inwardly - not the strap on! But it was me who was to wear it, just like I had done all weekend as a homework experiment last year. I strapped it around my waist so that the rubber cock obscured mine. I had regained a degree of dignity since leaving the clinic and attending the club. Although reluctantly at first, I now mixed with other cuckolds. I almost felt normal. But Dr Ward had a knack of cutting to the core of my shame and I could see she was wasting no time in stripping away my flimsy arrogance. She had me parade up and down the room wearing the apron and fake black cock reciting a rhyme I'd had to learn at the clinic; "They're too small, My white willy and balls, What Lucy really needs is, A big black penis." I marched up and down reciting the rhyme over and over. The humiliation made me hard and my dick struggled without success to lift the heavy lifeless dildo on top of it. "Thank you Thomas" said Dr Ward, gesturing to me to stop. "Good exercise." "Thank you Dr Ward." "For the next part of our lesson we will take advantage of the unusual circumstances and take a practical. I understand your wife and her lover are upstairs." "Yes Dr. Ward." "I'm sure they won't mind if we look in on them. You will make mental notes and we will discuss what we saw and your feelings about it afterwards. "Yes Dr Ward." I unstrapped the dildo and led Dr Ward upstairs, creeping into our bedroom. We stood against the back wall and saw Lucy riding Mr. Walker's muscular black cock with her usual abandon. "Yes! Fuck me daddy!" she cried, beating his chest with her clenched fists. Dr Ward and I realised at the same time that by chance we had walked in on my favourite interracial sex position. The Doctor turned to me with and said in what was perversely an almost motherly tone, "Go ahead. It's too much of a coincidence." She meant for me to masturbate. Last year I would have been mortified but now I was happy too. I began to stroke my dick. Dr Ward put her hand on my bottom as I speeded up to a fast rhythm in time with Mr. Walkers upward thrusts. But despite his handicap of starting twenty minutes before me I still couldn't live with him and started to cum on the floor after a few minutes. He and Lucy were still oblivious to my presence in the room. "Good boy" whispered Dr Ward. We snuck back out and closed the door on Lucy's moans and Mr. Walker's grunts. I cleaned up and followed Dr Ward downstairs. We discussed what had happened and she welcomed me back to the clinic before I showed her out. Lucy was still enjoying herself upstairs. She had noticed the progress I'd made. I'd noticed it too, a couple of weeks earlier. I first agreed to become involved in this lifestyle because of what I got out of it as a voyeur and because of my love for Lucy. And if I'm honest, because I'd enjoyed the pangs of humiliation when I'd first uncovered her original affair and love of black cock. I'd never have thought I'd put up with the level things had got to, the club, the clinic, Lucy's love of humiliating me and telling her friends about it. I'd realised how much things had changed when she'd called me to let me know she was on her way home and had a present for me. I was actually happy to take the present out of the bag to find it was a pair of white boxers with "I've got nothing" written on the front. I'd certainly changed. This was my life from now on. I was looking forward to it. Perhaps I needed the clinic after all. Dr Ward certainly had the ability to transport my head back to the shame of our early experiences. Lucy appeared and brought me a coffee. "How did your lesson go?" she asked, "You were quiet. Nathan and I had a good time. I'm a bit sore." She still didn't know I'd been in the room. I wondered if I could get away with this more often! Chapter 10 I'd made a big mistake. I was visiting the cuckold's clinic just like old times. I'd left Lucy waving me goodbye from the open living room door and trying to say something but with her mouth full of black cock I couldn't make it out. At the clinic, Dr Ward was still finding imaginative ways to remind me of the sexual superiority of black men. She'd said that I'd been doing so well with my lessons we'd do something a bit lighter and play a few games. I could win a stack of interracial porn if I beat her assistant Cara the sexy redhead in a series of stupid games. And I was doing pretty well until the last one. We had to race each other to lay a line of dildos from one side of the room to the other. I was faster than her but it was a hopeless task. She had black dildos and I had white. I needed to make at least twice as many trips to cover the distance. She beat me with a bit to spare, but Dr Ward told me I could still have the prize if I finished. Only problem was I ran out of dildos. Cara's helpful solution was for me to lay myself down on the floor, careful to line up my own penis with the line of dildos without disturbing it. I was to be the missing link. This was kind of demeaning but I thought it was worth it for the porn. It wasn't easy to get in position. I got down as though doing a press-up, with my legs apart either side of the line of dildos. But being so close to the wall I had to kind of half-squat, going down pelvis first with Cara supporting me. After all that effort Dr Ward, who had come down for a close inspection informed me that I still hadn't completed the line. I was actually smaller even than the white dildos. It was no consolation to learn that I wouldn't have got the prize anyway. Apparently I should have refused to even attempt to compete with Cara who had been representing black cock against white. I hadn't even got to cum this week and was starting to think what a waste of time and a stupid idea the whole thing was. I was pissed off. I had been getting cocky again and it caused me to fuck up big style later that day. I'd changed ready to leave. Dr Ward had already gone. Cara was packing up. I'd wanted to for over a year... I Don't know what came over me at that point but I made a pass at her. She agreed to meet me at her apartment. Even at that moment I figured I'd probably regret this, but hell, she said yes! Let's worry about consequences later. When I arrived at her apartment she was dressed not in her usual nurses uniform but in a shiny black rubber cat suit. My dick got hard straight away. She'd been friendly at first, exchanged small talk about the weather, offered me a glass of wine. Then she asked me to strip naked. She was still fully clothed but due to my cuckold lifestyle it just didn't occur to me that this was an odd way to start the evening. When I stood naked and vulnerable before her she turned on me. "How dare you even think about presuming to ask me for a date?" She snapped. She was usually so quiet and friendly; I'd never seen her like this. "Forgetting that you are married you little worm, you should be well aware after parading it around in front of me so many times that I have seen your pathetic piece of skin that passes for a dick! I only fuck black men. Real men with big black cocks, not little pee-pees like yours." I was stunned into silence as she brought out a large black dildo. "This is a copy of my black master's cock. Look at it! And look at that piece of shit." She pointed it at my dick. "It looks like you need to learn a lesson I thought you'd already learned. Some wives in our lifestyle used physical punishment or removal of orgasm privileges to keep their husbands in line. Lucy didn't really agree with that and used the carrot more than the stick along with a regular dose of humiliation to keep my pride in check. It looked as though Cara thought the rod had been spared too much. I couldn't argue - I didn't want Lucy finding out about this. Besides the fact that I loved her I was now so dependant on this lifestyle I wouldn't function as a bachelor again. The only way to keep my fuck up private was to let Cara teach me her lesson. For the next twenty minutes she beat my ass with a riding crop. It hurt like hell. She was relentless in her beating and verbal abuse. I had no idea she had so much strength or energy. I realised I must have needed this lesson after all because only now it dawned on me what a huge sin my pass at her must have been to her. And even though Lucy would not have done this, it would have been an even bigger sin to her. Cara was doing me a favour. When she finally stopped she asked me if I wanted cream rubbed into my bottom. I agreed but instead of the soothing cold cream I was expecting she rubbed deep heat into my already throbbing ass. "You don't deserve it but I'm going to give you the chance to cum," she sneered, "it's up to you. Come here." She beckoned me towards her. I stood before her, close enough to embrace but I wouldn't have dared. Over her shoulder the TV was playing a DVD of Cara getting pounded hard from behind by a heavily tattooed black guy with gold chains and a long, thick cock. He had a leash tied to a collar around her neck. I'd never seen Cara naked before. I knew I never would in real life. "Spread your legs!" She commanded. As I did, she reached between my legs so that her black rubber clad arm was under my balls and forced two, then three fingers up my ass. "Sit down." she barked, "Do it!" I didn't know what she meant but after more yelling I just kind of squatted down as though I was sitting on her arm. Her fingers popped into me up to the third knuckle. "Now...make yourself come. No hands. You have five minutes little boy." I wasn't sure what to do but a cuckold learns that when lust takes over and sex is out of the question you improvise quickly. I started to rub myself on her rubber clad arm. It caused her fingers to saw in and out of my ass but it gave my dick a bit of friction. I figured this was the best way to do it and settled into a rhythm. Her fingers hurt me if I went to fast, so instead I went for longer hip movements. I held her waist for balance and moved my hips. With the longer thrusts of my hips, her fingers were now coming up to the tips before my own movement plunged them back to the third knuckle. Five minutes of total concentration brought me off on her arm. "Lick that mess up before I tan your ass again," Cara sneered. I did as I was told. After that her demeanour changed. She was polite again and even kissed me on the cheek at the end of the night. She didn't need to explain the change in attitude. She and I both knew I'd learnt my lesson. I wouldn't dare get above my station in life again. Even Lucy, oblivious to my misadventure, noticed that my attitude had improved that week. Sometimes mistakes make you stronger. Chapter 11 It had been a busy week. I had moved into my own room. Lucy's lovers were staying over increasingly often, sometimes twice a week or all weekend and I was relegated to the couch. Now I had my own bed to go to, equipped, as Lucy told me, with plenty of masturbation material so I could enjoy myself in private whenever I liked. In fact, my clothes are still in Lucy's bedroom so my new room is filled with a frankly excessive amount of interracial pornography, sex toys and lubricants in every drawer, and any place you can look. From old favourite DVDs to brand new ones, books and magazines ranging from porn to lifestyle guides, even a new film that Lucy had shot the previous weekend. As over the top as it was, I felt like a kid in a candy store. I wasn't thrilled at being kicked out of my own room, or that Lucy wanted me out of the way more often. I was however, going to enjoy my new adolescent's paradise of a private room full of porn. The move wasn't the only contentious development that week. Lucy had gotten one of those black cock only tattoos. I didn't have a problem with it, but I did have a problem with her desire to see me get my own tattoo of a black cock emblem. I'd had temporary tattoos of the design applied several times but permanent seemed a bit much. It was still in the discussion stage. During my first night in my new room I'd already had managed to masturbate twice to a photo album of pictures of Lucy and a few other women enjoying an interracial sex party at a friend's house. That was before being woken to the sounds of a noisy session between Lucy and her lover next door. A bit of spontaneous and frantic wanking followed leaving me pretty sore and satisfied. Not as sore as Lucy, who couldn't sit down the next day and made me buy a soothing cream for her stretched pussy as she was too embarrassed to do it herself! All of this happened before my trip to the Cuckold's Clinic. I should have known something was up. Lucy dropped me off which was unusual. She was usually taking advantage of yet another opportunity to visit the club. I was met on the way in by Cara, who led me down a corridor away from the room that usually served as the clinic. I was taken into a large, cluttered room with a heavy curtain drawn down one side. I was directed to undress. I stripped off, revealing in the process the silk panties and stockings I'd be instructed to wear by Lucy that morning. I didn't cross dress, but Lucy had from time to time put me in feminine underwear as a symbol of my lack of masculine "equipment." "Very pretty," commented Cara dryly. "put this shirt on, then this gown please." I was given a white t-shirt with the words "little boy penis" written in huge bold type. As usual with the clinic t-shirts it was tight and only came to just above the hips. I was given nothing else to wear but a normal looking dressing gown, which I quickly threw. It was pretty cold. Cara began to explain what was going on. "Behind that curtain, Dr Ward is addressing an invited audience of twenty women who are interested in enrolling their husbands at the clinic," she told me, "Eight of them have brought their husbands along. Your wife is also there. She wants to see you. You see you are to help with her talk. You'll be giving a little demonstration." I was furious. Our relationship may have been strange but everything we did was above board and consensual. This had been sprung on me because Lucy knew full well that I would have refused. Strangely I also felt a little betrayed by Dr Ward for not warning or asking me. I was tempted to leave, but Cara read my mind and began to talk me into staying, telling me that everyone was proud of me. As I thought about it, I sat on a plastic chair behind the curtain, listening to Dr Ward speaking on the other side. "The erect penis is the most powerful symbol of masculinity and virility. It's hardly surprising then, that it has become the focal point of interracial cuckolding. The size differences between black, white and other ethnicities when it comes to penis size are well documented fact, recorded by many official surveys which are in the public domain." I declined Cara's offer of a coffee and continued to listen to Dr. Ward. "Women like a big penis," she continued. "Further more they actively dislike a small, stubby or thin one. The law of averages says they are more likely to get what they want with a black man. According to most accepted modern data, the black penis is on average larger than the white (and larger still than the Asian penis). Although this does not mean all black men are bigger than white, it does mean that statistically, if you have a black friend there is a 75% chance he has a bigger penis than your husband. And depending on where they both are on the "curve" (many men will be anywhere from an inch smaller to an inch larger than the official average figure), there is a 25% chance that his penis is at least four inches larger than your husbands (in the case of many white men this would make it twice the size). If two hundred men, half white and half black were gathered in order of penis size, there would be only 25 white men in the top 100, based on medical statistics. I have my own theory, admittedly unofficial, that the majority of men will exaggerate their penis size so often that even they themselves come to forget the correct figure. A German survey found that an whopping 50% of men who stated their penis size as 6 inches where in fact smaller when measured by a doctor, often by up to an inch. It's less likely though, that a man with a ten inch penis would lie and add on an inch in this way. Ten inches is impressive enough for anyone! So perhaps we can assume that it is the white men with their medically demonstrated smaller penises who would be more inclined to dilute the surveys with exaggerations. If so it is not beyond the realms of possibility that the average black man may be closer to three inches larger than the average white. This means that if you are on the smaller side of the white man's average curve, there is a 75% chance that the next black man you pass in the street will be four inches larger and a 25% chance he will be up to six inches larger. A white man with a very common 5 inch penis will be dwarfed by the black man on the larger side of his average curve, with his 8-9 inch penis. Is it any wonder that cuckolds, who tend to be less well endowed white men whose wife's seek guaranteed satisfaction in their lovers, must learn to accept and celebrate their inadequacies and black male superiority? If a woman is to take the plunge and begin to cuckold her husband it must be with the best lovers - and largest cocks. Where such a lifestyle change takes place, why go in for half measures? So the black penises your husband will encounter as a cuckold will be at the complete opposite end of the spectrum to his small penis. It will be the norm for the cuckold to see his wife enjoying penises twice or even three times his size. I have enjoyed the company of black gentlemen who were not only far longer than my husband, but had so much greater girth as to verge on the ridiculous. It may be possible for your husband to fit two or more of his penis in the volume of your lovers' cock. The healthy attitude for a cuckold to take in the face of these emotional revelations is to follow the path which led him into the lifestyle. Acceptance of defeat is important. He can't compete with the size, stamina or skill of a black man in the bedroom anymore than a white man could win a gold in the 100m sprint. Acceptance of this leads to a rewarding and enjoyable cuckold lifestyle, however when faced with such dramatic size differences, especially in front of his wife, the cuckold will experience more intense feelings of inadequacy and humiliation. It's important that these feelings are channelled into pleasure to prevent them damaging the cuckold's wellbeing. This is why successful cuckolds celebrate the size differences, revel in it and actively seek out the biggest cocks for their wives. They will take pride in their comparison photos and enjoy the opportunity to compare or be compared with large cocks and representations of them. If this seems homoerotic, it is far more effective for the straight man that has come to enjoy the humiliation of an act which it is against his masculine nature to perform, particularly in our society. That is, rather than conceal his shortcomings, divert his wife's eyes from black men, exaggerate and lie about his virility, he instead proactively demonstrates his smallness, ridicules his manhood voluntarily and obediently dwarfs his own penis by the company of real men or objects at every opportunity." Dr. Ward began to introduce her demonstration but before I had caught on, I was nudged through the curtain to polite applause. I saw Lucy at the front and to the left. I was on a small stage. Dr Ward stood next to me holding a large black rubber phallus. It wasn't exactly a dildo, at least not like one I'd seen. It was realistic and included a huge pair of balls which would have made it awkward to use as a sex toy. It looked around twelve inches long. The girth was enormous and the balls simply massive. A ripple of laughter drew my attention to the fact that Dr Ward had noticed and commented on my wide eyed reaction to her demonstration cock. "Thomas here has been attending the clinic this past year and has agreed to assist us tonight." I began to take exception to the notion that I'd agreed to do anything but Dr Ward cut me off. "Please take your robe off Thomas." She asked. I stepped out of my dressing gown and stood half naked in front of the audience. For some reason I always thought the T-shirts they sometimes made me wear made my genitals look even smaller. My balls had retracted against my body due to the cold and embarrassment. Dr Ward stepped over to me. For the next ten minutes had me compare the huge rubber cock and balls to my own private parts. I had to show them side by side and with my bits on top of them in a variety of positions. Facing the audience, standing side on, squatting down, lying on the stage, feet towards the audience. I had been on all fours facing away from them, my hand holding the rubber phallus between my legs under my body when the doctor helped me up. "Thank you Thomas," she said, "A helpful demonstration I'm sure our guests will agree. However a more practical demonstration is never unwelcome." She parted the curtains and introduced the man who emerged, a recent bull of Lucy's called Uche who she had met at a party. He removed his robe at Dr Ward's request and was completely naked. At the doctor's suggestion I removed my own shirt and was obliged to take part in a comparison with Uche. We stood side by side. He was athletic and around 6'3," while I am 5'9" and a little out of shape, at least next to the competition. The difference that Dr Ward drew the twenty seven pairs of eyes in the audience to, however was Uche's 11" cock and pendulous balls, which though starting at least a few inches above the base of my own 5" penis, still managed to hang at least six inches lower. Like most men I didn't even bother second guessing the difference in width or girth. Uche's cock hang down, but at its full length as though ready to become hard at any moment. Mine had returned to it's flaccid, shrivelled state, but as Dr Ward invited selected women in the audience to come up for a closer look as we stood side by side, I began to grow hard with shame. My penis now jutted straight out to it's full five inches. Uche remained relaxed but now the guests were treated to the spectacle of my hard manhood dwarfed by the size of his soft cock. As I looked down at mine and across at his I particularly felt aware that I looked pencil thin. The humiliation made me throb with excitement, but I could no longer face my tormentors and looked down at the stage. After a few photos were taken, Lucy was invited on to the stage and introduced. She held my penis her hand, completely covering it. As she did, she whispered to me that she was proud of me. She then showed the audience how even two hands could not hide Uche's cock. In fact three were required, as Dr Ward joined in. Returning to me, Lucy got on her knees and displayed how she could put my penis in her mouth without it touching the sides. I had a role to perform in this demonstration, I had to ensure I didn't touch the sides as she concentrated on opening her mouth. For me, oral sex was forbidden so it was important I performed my task carefully. It was actually easy to insert my penis, although I had to take care not to lose my balance. Once in her mouth with room to spare I was instructed to move my penis up and down slightly to show how easily it was accommodated. After a bit of nervous movement I realised that I could actually jiggle it quite a bit and still never felt anything but her breath by the time I completed my task. By contrast, Lucy was at almost painful stretch, her head titled back and eyes bulging to accommodate Uche. Her lips were tight around his shaft and she was unable to take the last two or three inches, but the majority of his cock disappeared between her bulging cheeks and stayed there until reappearing in a gush of creamy cum ten minutes later. The guest applauded as Lucy returned to her seat. Dr Ward continued her lecture, from time to time asking me to help display my lack of manhood, or the black man's abundance of it. At one point she had me jumping up and down to make my penis bounce. Dr Ward said that some white boys can orgasm from such an activity alone, and use the technique to cheat bans on touching themselves. It was one of the reasons she didn't see the point in such bans and actively encouraged masturbation. It didn't achieve this result for me, although I was still hard and the movement, despite being almost painful did cause me to throb even harder, needing release. At the end of the evening's lecture Dr Ward told the audience that I deserved a treat for being a good boy and that I could "play with my willy." I was forbidden to cum without a black cock, or image of one in my field of vision so I knew I would be given some aid or other. As it turned out, a large screen was turned on and Uche was handed the microphone by Dr Ward. He introduced the film that began to show for the guests by addressing me directly. "As a special treat for you right now to help you play with yourself, I have brought you a film of me providing your wife's ass with some big black loving. Enjoy." Before I could react to the humiliation, the giant screen was showing Lucy telling the camera how much she was looking forward to a real man's cock in her ass. Straight away we cut to close ups of his 11" rod pumping rapidly and relentlessly from tip to balls into her wide open butt hole. After a few moments like a rabbit caught in the headlights I began to masturbate, feeling hopelessly ridiculous standing there dick in hand before 29 people watching a black man fuck my wife in a way I never had. Lucy and Uche themselves looked on. I felt weak with pleasure and shame. The Lucy on the screen moaned in pleasure and the slurping sounds of Uche's well lubed cock as it pounded her most intimate place filled my ears while images of a powerful dark penis invading and stretching her bottom flooded my eyes. I began to spurt my cum over my hand and onto the stage. I turned away with humiliation as the audience began to cheer. I shared a ride home with Lucy and Uche that night as they planned to enjoy some more quality time together. As I sat on my single bed while they shared a drink in the master bedroom, I began to flick through a black and white interracial picture book. The nights events had been a little overwhelming but I knew I was lucky to be able to enjoy such experiences. The planned early night gave way to a new plan as I once again began to enjoy myself intimately. Lucy and Uche fucked noisily for a couple of hours as I alternated between masturbating and relaxing. At one point during a break, Lucy popped her head round the door and laughed to see she had caught me having another go at Dr Ward's technique of making myself cum without touching my penis. I didn't think it was going to work but the extra humiliation pushed me over the edge and I accidentally sent cum flying across the room as I ejaculated mid jump. "Amazing," laughed Lucy, "clever boy. I didn't think that could be done. I knew you came easily but that was just stupid!" She called Uche in to tell him I'd managed it, causing me to blush deeply yet again. 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