Cuckolding starts different ways. With Lucien it was swift and brutal. Mike learned the quick route. He learned the painful route.

At the very first, I suppose that Lucien was as content as my husband Mike that we kept sex indoors. Lucien was finishing off the final stages of an acrimonious divorce and he didn’t want intimate details ougt in the open. It wouldn’t have looked good if the authorities knew that he had taken charge of my husband Mike and was freely fucking me. The change ‘indoors’ had been brutal. There was no sexy chat that it might be sexy if I fucked with Lucien. Mike wasn’t thern a signed up cuckold. Lucien taight him to be one with his fists. He took charge of our hoiuse and then later, he made sure that Mike accepted that he took charge of the socialk life too.

I work as a librarian and Lucien used to use the libfrary to research things. He wojuld drop by most lunch times. I have a trim figure and I do look good in pencil skirts, Lucien said so. He was very direct and quite matter of fact about that. I remember feeling very flattered indeed, he is a stunningly handsome, a poised and relaxed looking black guy. He said he would take me and show me this amazing bar that he knew. I said no, ‘I’m married’ and he said. very calmly, ‘I want you, I’ll sort your husband. If you report me as a pest to the police I will go. But I reckon you’ll miss the attention, just saying.’ I smiled and admitted silently to myself that he was right. I asked him how he might ‘sort’ my husband and he smiled. ‘If you direct it, I’ll hit him. If you request it, I’ll try to befriend him till he submits to what we do, you’ll decide’ he said. It was a very determined, absolutely sure answer. That sort of conviction thrills a woman. This man would do almost anything to get you! So I went to the bar, met Lucien’s convivial friends, heard how much better I was than the cow that he had nearly divorced now. It was the first time that i’d heard that he was married. I asked what had gone wrong with that union and he was devastatingly frank. ‘She’s black, mouthy, doesn’t want to manage her weight and she’s not well educated. I was 18 when I hooked up with her, too young.’ I glanced shyly at him asking ‘and me?’ He chuckled and took my hand. ‘You’re intelligent, smart, dress with style and you know that you deserve the very best’. It was such a smooth chat up line and I insisted that he didn’t know that! He answered, ‘your library badge, it say MSc after your name, you are the head of the branch, the shoulder bag you got here (he touched the leather) that is Gucci, your watch (he glanced a thumb over my wrist), that is a Piaget ‘happy sports’. They don’t make them now, but back in the day, that cost thousands.’ Lucien astonished me and I whispered that Mike’s mum had bought me the watch when we had married. ‘You like Grieg and Sibelius classical music..’ I smiled, he had remembered a conversation I was having with a colleague when he asked for help at the enquiry desk. He noted everything!!! ‘So I want to see you again, OK?’ he said. I wrote my mobile down on his hand. ‘You’ll have to sort my husband’ I said teasingly, ‘I don’t sneak around’. He nodded, OK.

I remember that for the second date Lucien took me to a classicl concert up in London. No one knew us. I wore a tight black leather skirt that i hoped that Lucien would like, high heels, my hair up with pearls about my throat. I suppose that i looked prim. Lucien looked astonishing in his suit. It was a lovely lovely evening and then Lucien drove me home. I was going to say goodnight to him at the door, but he insisted on coming in. I have never known a man more direct. It was simply, quietly, time to acquaint Mike with change. I remember he walked in and went straight to my husband.’You’re Mike huh’ he said and shook his head. My husband was astonished that it had been a man who had taken me to the concert. He gawped. ‘Nice concert’ said Lucien, reporting our evening after in shock Mike had poured him a drink. ‘I’m taking Estelle to look around the Tate modern on Saturday’ he told Mike who blinked at him. I was taking my jaccket off and Lucien gestured to Mike that he was to take it from me and hang it up. Lucien exuded authority and I felt, well I felt extremely sexy. That was when Mike started to say that he had made a prior engagement on the Saturday, I wasn’t available. Lucien glanced my way. I nodded. Mike needed to know his fortune on this matter. ‘You’ll attend that lunch on your own MIke, understood. I don’t want us to start off the wrong foot.’ Mike muttered something incomprehensible and took a jab at Lucien. He had been drinking. Lucien grabbed the fist and twisted Mike’s arm behind his back until he yelped. Lucien checked my expression again and i nodded. Mike’s arm was wrenched higher and it made my husband whimper. Tne cruelty, the pain, the domination was a terrible frisson for me. Shockingly i enjoyed seeing Mike get hurt.

‘You going to ask Estelle to priortitise our dates Mike, that how it is?’ enquired Lucien.

Mike was sweating heavily. His breath came in sharp intakes. ‘Yes!’ he yelped.

I inspected mhy husband’s pain wracked face.

‘Yes, yes, I’m happy with that’ he seethed throiugh clenched teeth.

There is no exit from that situation. Lucien couldn’t leave me with Mike he might become aggressive. His conversion to has been, looker on, cuck had to be complete. He bent Mike’s hand forward, painfully so and told him to lead the way upstairs. They went to the master bedroom and were up there a while. I heard Lucien hit Mike several times and winced. But this was how it had to be. If Mike wasn’t going to be a friend then he had at least to be compliant. When Lucien finally called me up, I found Mike slumped by the radiator, his hands tied to that with my stockings and a pillow case over his head.

‘Honest, he’ll adjust just fine’ insisted Lucien and he kissed me. Mike was making noises and i realised that he had a pair of my panties shoved inside his mouth.

‘We’ll drive up to London again and have dinner at this bistro in Soho’ Lucien said, unbuttomning my blouse and disrobning me as if Mike wasn’t there! It was hypnotically erotic, Lucien kissing me anfd stroking my breasts. Lucien took down my skirt, left my stockings and suspenders in situ and peeled down my thong. Feeling his fingers between my legs, I shuddered. It was delicious. Off came his jacket and shirt, his trousers briefs and socks. It was a slow, considered and determined parade. I stared at his cock and he led my hand to it. I stroked its hardness and we kissed again.

Shaking his head in that pillow Mike then listened to Lucien fucking me. Lucien didn’t bolt the sex. He took his time. He kissed my trembling fingers and assured me that Mike would be no trouble at all. I didn’t believe him, I couldn’t believe him but Lucien took me anyway, making me writhe and gasp on his cock.

‘you needing it bitch?’ he asked, his voice dark as a continent.

‘Yes’ i moaned.

‘Beg for it then’ he taunted, ‘beg’.

‘Please Lucien…God….oh please darling’ I begged. The beaten lay wriggling againsg the radiator. ‘Please darling…oh…please!’

i climaxed. I climaxed knotting the sheet with my fingers. Lucian grunted as he squirted inside me.

Afterwards Lucian did to Mike what turns a man into a cuck quicker than anything. He lifted off the pillow case, removed the lace panties gag and then pointed to my sex. Mike was to lick me out. I was stiff, mortified by it all, still shaking from my climax, but i let Mike lick me.

I thought that Mike might be released then, but Lucian understood more. Subdued, humiliated, queened by me Mike would still seeth for a while yet. So the panties went back in, the light went out and Lucien and I climbed back into bed. Lucien took me six times that night, each time requiring my husband to toilet. When Mike swore Lucien hit him. By the morning, Mike was broken. He didn’t demure, he didn’t swear and curse, Lucien could release his bond and my husband rushed to the john for a pee. Lucien told Mike to kiss my hand nicely which he did. It was a delicate kiss, a subservient kiss.

‘We’ll be dating a lot’ Liucien said and Mike nodded. Yes, of course, as you order.

Am i going to keep hitting you man or are we going to become friends?’ demanded Lucien.

‘Please, no more, no more, you win….’ Mike bleated.

That shouldn’t have sounded sexy, but it did. It sounded very sexy.

‘You treat Estelle as anything less than a princess Mikey then I’m going to use my fists on you again’ said Lucien.

Mike looked terrified. no, no, no, there would be no trouble. I guessed it, he could still taste us together in. his mouth.