Cuckold Counsellor Ch. 01-02

Chapter One - Holiday Cuckold

My lovely Wife, Jennifer, and I have just returned from a holiday in Corfu, so if my followers have missed me I apologize but the call of sun, sea, sand and being cuckolded again was a treat I just could not miss.   Our hotel was lovely and was built on the side of a steep and rocky hill on the eastern side of the island; it had a small beach attached and a decent swimming pool. It was perfect.

I don't know why I was so surprised to see one of Jen's previous Lovers in the bar on the first night of our arrival but I should not have been, because she had been busily texting someone for weeks before our departure.   His name is Nathaniel (Nat) and I knew that she still had an emotional attachment to him after all these years; he is handsome and, although in his middle forties now, still has a toned physique from keeping himself fit.   He was also accompanied by a pretty white girl who was heavily pregnant, and who inevitably wore a wedding ring. Clearly she was another man's Wife.

"What is it about black men that makes our wives so attractive to them," I whispered to my Wife as we walked up them at the bar.

"It's the other way round you idiot," she replied.  "Even from this distance I can see she's hot for him.  I guess that she has left a fretting little hubby behind in UK."

"Do you think the baby is his?" I whispered again.

"Oh Yes!" was her unambiguous reply.   "And I bet her hubby knows it too."

We all got on fine and initially Nat kept a respectful distance from my Wife and paid his little amour (Melanie) all the attention she deserved.   Even I had to admit that the Nat we used to know was a different man, he was tender and caring in his attention to Melanie and it was wonderful to see how he had changed from the brash black stud he used to be, into a gentle loving mate.  That is until one afternoon when Melanie felt the baby kicking and went back to their room to sleep.

We were lying on our sun beds by the pool when Nat came up and informed us of Melanie's indisposal.   He didn't have to say anything and just held out his hand to Jen who took it straight away and walked hand in hand with him up to our small cabin just a little way up from the beach.

As I lay there on my own all of those exciting and arousing old memories came back to me again -- of her with him.   I could see in my imagination, the familiar image of them coupled together, moving as one with her legs wide open for him; his large dark manhood powering into her like a piston on a traction engine.   Her moans of pleasure and lust -- his grunting with effort and lastly her screams matched by his growling as they both orgasm together.

She returned to me about two hours later smiling and lay quietly beside me on her sun bed.  "You didn't mind did you?" she asked.

"You already know the answer to that one," I replied.  She smiled and I smiled because we both knew it was going to be a good holiday.

Throughout the holiday, Nat continued to tend to Melanie's needs but, as she was so pregnant he also found lots of opportunity to take my Wife to the cabin for a couple of hours.  Melanie never suspected and I was just happy to see the love of my life getting more physical loving in one afternoon (afternoons) than I could give her in a whole lifetime.

But this would not be the last we would hear of Melanie or Nat.

Chapter Two - The Letter

The Letter

Melanie never let on if she knew that Jen and Nat were 'banging the headboard' while she slept, but I could not believe that she didn't suspect; maybe she didn't care. But that beautiful young Wife had a problem that she wished to share.

Jen and I had forgotten all about it (it was a pleasant memory anyway) until we had a letter from Melanie. I replicate it below:

Dear Jen and Derek,

How are you both? I hope you are well.

I am so sorry that I haven't told you how my pregnancy went, particularly as you asked me to let you know. I had a beautiful little girl who we have named Julie after my Mum on the 15th October. Her natural father is Nathaniel so as you might imagine she is a lovely coffee coloured baby of whom I am so proud and, I must admit, deeply in love with. She is the light in my eyes.

(NB. Jen's eyes started to water as she read this part of the letter)

Nat and me are still lovers and my husband Jonathan, who you did not meet as he stayed at home, still accepts my relationship with Nat. So, in all respects, my life should be full, but it is not. I had hoped that Jonathan would accept Julie as his own but, although he is good around her and goes through the motions of being her father, I can tell that his heart is not in it. For example he will play with our daughter but only on my prompting him to do so. He is not a lazy man but he seems to want not to share in the domestic side of bringing her up.

I have put this reluctance down to him not fully accepting that Nat is the real father and that he is ashamed of his cuckoldry. It's as if there an emotion deep inside him that cannot get out, which is strange because he is such a 'little man down there' (sorry for bringing such a tasteless fact into this letter but it could be relevant) and I had thought he had accepted his status in our marriage.

Nat tells me that you both have been (and still are) a couple who are experienced in this way of life and have advised similar couples in the past. Would it be possible for yourselves to come and visit me at our house down in Sevenoaks. It would be just me for the moment because I did not want the distraction of Nat or Jonathan when we talk. I can also promise you a nice lunch if you do come.

Desperately seeking advice.

Best wishes.

Melanie

P. S. Please phone me at the number at the top of the letter.

"What do you think Derek?" Asked Jen. "Do you want to help them? Its not as if we know her that well. We know Nat, and Melanie was quite a sweet natured girl when she was able to leave their cabin on holiday. And she is so young. I think you should go alone. I would hate for them to have problems, particularly now they have Julie to look after."

I smiled as I responded to my lovely unfaithful Wife. "Well thank you Dear. You asked me a question and then answered it for me. I guess that's one of the thousand reasons why I love you. Will you be coming by the way?"

"I think not. It might not be sensible if Nat turns up. Given our history."

Yes," I replied, "I suppose it might be tricky offering counselling to someone whose naked body you have licked from head to toe. And whose cock has been inside your vagina hundreds of times."

Jen's face burst into a bright red as she remembered how it had been between them years ago when Nat had been a vigorous young stud and she had been the 'older woman' who had taught him how to please a lady. Under her tutelage she had converted a brash young man into a wonderful and sensitive Lover. A Lover that pretty Melanie was now enjoying in her bed.

"You didn't mind at the time feller! And you've done a bit of cocklicking yourself in your time," was Jen's light hearted response.

"Thanks for reminding me," I said sarcastically, "it's good to know that nothing has been forgotten in our old age."

"You're welcome cuckold! But you are going aren't you?"

I nodded and made note of the number.

"I shall ring tomorrow morning when her husband is at work and presumably Nat is too." And that was that, until the next morning.

Melanie didn't answer the first ring but did the second in the afternoon. I had forgotten just how young she was and was instantly struck by the timbre of her voice as we conversed. 'This pretty young thing sounds worried', I thought, 'I don't have any choice. She and her hubby need my help. Maybe Nat too?' On the back of that call and from the tone of her letter I knew that I had to first assess the dynamics of their relationship because, knowing as I do, not every cuckold marriage is the same as another

"I think that I would like to initially talk to you alone please Melanie, without Jonathan or Nathaniel present. Is that doable?" I asked. She concurred.

I arranged to go the following morning after her giving me their address, but I was left with a feeling that my counselling may not be easy and that I would be journeying to Sevenoaks more than once over the next few weeks.

Chapter Three to follow.