The increasing desires for domination (part 2)

Master Jay took me by the hand and led me downstairs to the dungeon. Dale followed. My excitement and anticipation was rising fast. For so long it had been my fantasy for a man, other than my husband, to whip me. It's not that Dale doesn't do a good job of this, and he certainly knows how to build me up me to the high state of sexual excitement where extreme painful stimulation is perceived as extreme sexual pleasure. But there is something missing when my husband and I indulge in D/s play; the thrill that can only be provided by the forbidden and the unknown. The thrill of having a stranger beat me.

No, perhaps not quite a stranger. But someone I know well enough to trust, but not that well. Someone I am fond of but don't love. And of course someone whom I respect as in charge, because that is the dynamic of that relationship. Within an equal marriage, such as mine and Dale's, D/s can only be role-play. I need something more real.

Master Jay is the perfect dungeon keeper. As he gently bent me over the high bench for my punishment, as though I were a captive under his care, I did not know what he would expect me to endure. But I felt complete trust, like a prisoner with Stockholm Syndrome, as I waited compliantly for my beating. 

The timely release of the film '50 Shades of Grey' caused me to reflect on want I want from a D/s relationship. Although it was this novel that first got me interested in BDSM, I could never get my head around the love aspect of the story. For me, the thrill comes from the taboo of giving myself in such a trusting way to someone I hardly know, where there is an emotional divide. And I don't mean there is no emotion in a D/s relationship. Indeed there is intense emotion. Readers of this blog will know how I used to feel about Ian; how addictive that emotion was, how it became an all-consuming obsession. No, the emotional divide in my experience of D/s relationships is due to the absence of vanilla love. The experience with Ian was intense, and sometimes heartbreaking, but I never loved him. And I don't love Jason either. For me personally, there is no place for vanilla love in a D/s relationship.

I did not know what instrument Master Jay would use to beat me, but I saw out of the corner of my eye, the leather flogger. This is not a piece of equipment that Dale and I possess, as we prefer the riding crop, but I knew that it is a favourite of Jason's. Once I had assumed position, he commanded me to put my head down on the bench, then with my bottom exposed to an audience, he started to tickle and lightly graze my cheeks with the tips of the leather strings. When I was accustomed to the sensation he tested me with some light lashes across my arse cheeks. Every now and then, he yielded the flogger extra hard causing me to yelp in pain. My tolerance was rewarded each time by him embracing and fondling my body, as he kissed me and told me I was a good girl. Then he would return to whipping me, each time building up the energy behind each stroke until it became too much again. During one of the breaks, Jason slid my lace knickers to one side and pushed a couple of fingers inside me. I raised my head to look behind me, feeling self conscious that my pussy was probably on display for all to see. "Put your head back down" Dale warned. I resumed submissive position as Jason finger fucked me hard. He then licked his finger, before continuing with the beating with ever increasing severity.

Eventually I started to come down off my high, and realised my cheeks were smarting. Jason must have realised I'd taken enough, as he put his flogger down and gave me a final kiss and cuddle on the bench. As he embraced me I sucked his fingers for comfort, and realised they tasted of my pussy juices.

Dale told me later that the beating went on for the best part of an hour. So it did not surprise me to hear that his butterfly personality got the better of him, and in his boredom wandered off and found other people to talk to. The sub space that Jason got me into, meant I have no recollection of the event continuing for so long, and had assumed that Dale stayed by my side the entire time. My memory of the experience is like a dream, although towards the end I did become acutely aware of how hard Jason was hitting me. The sounds the instrument made as it swished through the air and landed on my arse, suggested a force that would inflict incredible pain had it been dished out cold, and I had some very satisfactory bruising that I admired in the mirror for some days afterwards.

Back in the saddle and holding the reigns

Just over a year ago I wrote our first blog 'A New Year and back in the saddle with a bang'. It certainly seemed that way at the time, but reflecting back, we wasted way too much time on Ian. I now see that I was wrong to put all my eggs in one basket, when could have been playing. This year our New Year's resolution was to get into the swinging scene once and for all, and we would do this with or without Ian.

As with last year, 2015 most certainly started with a bang! And we thought, not only are we getting back in the saddle, but this time holding the reigns! The first weekend of the New Year found us at a private party in a hotel room, hosted by Master Jay.

Admittedly I did have my concerns as to what Jason was up to. He had become somewhat possessive recently - stalking me on Whatsapp demanding to know who I was talking to. And that's not to mention his bizarre comment about claiming me back from Mark at some point. He made no attempt to hide his annoyance when I said that Mark would be my lover. Jason was clearly regretting his matchmaking feats, but with a date already in the diary for Mark, there was nothing he could do about it. 

So we were unsure where things stood, but were delighted to be invited to one of Master Jay's private parties. Secretly I was really looking forward to seeing him again, and I wondered if he would play with me. I hoped he would, but I also worried that if this happened his claim on me would increase. I knew that if we had sex he would expect to own me.

Dale and I were the first guests to arrive at the hotel. We found Jason in the bar area. I was wearing the clothes Jason had instructed me to wear. As his kissed my cheek he moved in close, and I could tell from his body language he wanted to make me his that night. I still had my guard up so kept a polite distance. It wasn't long before two other couples arrived and two single black guys.

Jason was a perfect gentleman and host. After buying everybody drinks, we were ushered to a group of seating in a secluded corner. He instructed me where to sit, then promptly sat next to me forcing Dale and I apart. I realised he was making his claim on me for the night. But I was well out of my comfort zone, and not ready to be separated from by husband. Ever the gentleman though, Jason allowed me to swap places with him. So I ended up sitting between my husband and the host who clearly wanted me.

Master Jay was doing what he does well, and he was in his element; in charge and in control. His body language demonstrated to all that he had considered me his for the night. Fortunately, in view of the respect he seemed to command, I was confident no other guy would dare touch me without his permission!

For some time, Jason had raved on about his 'Black Bulls'. He had promised me unlimited sex with the fittest, most well hung, most energetic men in England if I were to become his subslut, but on finally being introduced to the some of them I was particularly unimpressed. Do you like that guy over there' he said nodding towards one of the black guys, who was taking an obvious interest in the new blood, clearly hoping the Master would be in a sharing mood. 'No!' I said somewhat indignantly. Jason knew very well what my type was. 'I know, that's why I invited him' he said smugly, edging closer to me on the sofa. Clearly he realised what a mistake he'd made with Mark, and would not be putting his more sophiticated Bulls in my path again. As Jason's arm snaked around me, I reminded him I that I didn't want him to own me. 'Well what makes you think I want you as my subslut?' he retorted back. Well at least that's been agreed, I thought. Whatever happens tonight, he knows he can make no demands on me.

Jason controlled the whole proceedings.  People were sent up to his room in small groups. Finally, he escorted Dale and I to the room. Never having been in this situation before I braced myself for what I might see. Action was well underway. The man who had been making eyes at me downstairs beckoned me to join in. I declined. Shortly after two other black guys and a single woman arrived not long after. Dale and I stood on the sidelines watching with interest.

Once Jason was satisfied all his guests were happy, he set to work on me. I was positioned against the wall and he started kissing me. His hands explored my body on the outside of my clothes, and fondled my breasts. His was gentle and sensual this time, very different from our more passionate kiss and grope in the pub carpark. Feeling a huge desire to give myself to this Dom Bull, I put my hands above my head to let him ravish me and do his will. When I felt his firm grip on my wrists above his head I started to move towards a submissive space. I looked over at Dale, whilst the Master kissed my neck. Dale's eyes fixated  on mine. Jason then released his grip and repositioned his hands back on my body. Slowly he moved his right hand down over my hip to my thigh, and I waited with anticipation as I felt his fingers creep higher up my skirt until he had moved my lace panties to one side. 'You're so wet' he murmured into my hair. 'You so nervous but you're wet for me' as he explored me with his fingers. Dale was watching intently. 'Tell Dale how wet you are' he commanded softly. Dale now had his hand in his trousers wanking furiously! In fact I don't think I'd ever seen him so excited.

I didn't have Master Jay's attention for long. Being the host I had to share him with the other women. He circulated the room like a feline predator, making sure each woman received equal attention. With growing sexual excitement fueled by jealousy, my eyes never left this Dom as I watched him give pleasure to other women. Jason never took his clothes off and nobody touched him, adding to his dominating mystique. His movements were graceful and he was in control reminding me of a matador. But I knew I was his girl that night. He frequently returned to me and I was the only one he kissed.

Whilst Jason was otherwise occupied, the man who had earlier invited me to join in, took the chance to make a pass at me. I declined Carl's persistent offer, but he still put his hand on my arse. I looked over at Jason for rescue, and he promptly moved over and subtly edged him out the way. Not wanting to cross with the Master, he immediately backed off. Jason sensed my anxiety. 'Don't worry' he said firmly. 'Nobody's going to touch you, I won't let them'. Jason proceeded back to kissing and playing with me, before doing his next circuit.

When I had my final turn of Master Jay, I became aware of of the unrelenting interest from the Carl. He was clearly determined for some new pussy that night. 'You're becoming such a good slut for me tonight' Master Jay murmured softly in my ear. If he'd used that kind of language by text, I would have been offended at what seemed aggressive language. But his liquid honey voice was even silkier than normal. His tone was as though he were saying 'I love you'. I wouldn't admit this to him, but I kind of liked it; it made me feel special. Carl was hovering dangerously close with his cock accessable were I to want it. 'You know this guy really wants you' said Jason softly. Carl smiled hopefully, gently stroking his cock. 'Would you like to?' Jason continued. 'NO!' I told him emphatically. 'Thats ok' he said soothingly. 'You see you had no reason to be worried. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. I've been a gentleman all night haven't I?' That was true. He knew he could have fucked me if he had wanted to, but he knew I was starting to have sub feelings for him, and he was decent enough to not what to mess me up in the head the way Ian did. 

In the early hours of Saturday morning Dale and I said goodnight to our lovely new friends. Master Jay gave me a sensual kiss goodbye and asked if I wanted him to text me. I went to bed on an emotional high. I floated through the rest of the weekend in a delicious state of euphoria, and didn't come back to earth until Sunday night.  It had been an amazing night, and felt it reasonable to say we were definately back in the saddle for the New Year.

However, given the beginnings of a sub state that Jason got me into, there may be a question mark over whether I'm actually holding the reigns. But then isn't that the whole point of being a sub - handing the reigns over to someone else?

Confessions of an Alpha Cuck (part 2) - by Dale

After revamping our profile on the swingers website, we promptly received a message from Master Jay. My first communication with him some months back had been swiftly batted away, as this master of masters clearly had little time for novices. It soon became obvious that Jason was the godfather of D/s and interracial swinging, and that if we could get in with him then we would be all set. Numerous text messages were exchanged as he tried to get the measure of us, and eventually an agreement was reached to meet for a drink.

Sarah and I were in two minds on meeting Jason. I thought I was 80% what he was looking for, however, Sarah was probably only 40% there. I felt this was something that we could pursue, but feared Sarah's argumentative nature would ruin it for us. However, collectively we were concerned that Jason was too extreme, but hoped the three of us could work together in finding a common ground to start from. How wrong we were !!

We met Jason in a pub half way between where we both lived and, as we were there first, I went to the bar to buy the first round. Jason arrived and after saying hello to me, went in search of Sarah. He was extremely courteous in his manner and very pleasant to talk to. He was not the intense hard core Dom of the texting, and we felt that maybe we'd been a little harsh in our initial assessment.

Admittedly Jason is not the kind of man I normally look to as a prospective lover for my wife. He's the same age as me, so is unlikely to be as visually pleasing or as energetic as these thirty something young studs we usually go for. And it's not just Sarah I'm thinking of - don't forget I have to watch !! However, he was an experienced Dom which was something Sarah wanted, and he knew a lot of BBCs whom he could arrange to sleep with Sarah - so not only would I get to see her with a young fit stud, but a young black fit stud !!! Everybody should be happy.

Half way through the evening, whilst I was at the washroom, Jason changed seats, so upon my return, I found him sitting next to Sarah stroking her thigh. She seemed to enjoy this. Progress was being made. The best part was when he leaned in and whispered to her "Would you like to be a black cock whore?"  I did a sharp intake of breath and felt my cock stir at this suggestion. Visions of my sweet wife on a bed being pleasured by a number of chiselled, well endowed black men..... Sadly Sarah was quick to put the damper on that fantasy !!!

I got a lot of pleasure seeing how Jason seemed to be enjoying my wife's body. It was particularly exciting to watch him put his hands on her hips are she squeezed passed him on the way to the washroom, and again upon her return. He must have liked what he felt because, whilst she was in the washroom, he told me he would come home with us that night. Sadly he immediately remembered that he had a family engagement early the next day so had to back track. As it was getting late, and there was now no fun to be had, we decided to call it a night. In the car park, and after I said goodnight to Jason, he moved in to kiss Sarah goodbye. I leant against my car and watch. The kiss lasted quite a while, and Sarah seemed to be very breathless and excited considering it was just a kids. In fact she seemed so turned that I was convinced that he was fingering her under her coat.

Text messages were flying back and forth for the rest of the weekend, but Sarah continued to be argumentative and annoying. Progress was non-existent and at times huge backwards steps were taken, as my wife refused to accept anything Jason was talking about. The main deal breaker that Jason and Sarah kept coming back to time and time again, and persistently failed to resolve was Jason's use of bad language in a sexual context. Now that Jason was considering talking us on, he had pumped up the tempo, but Sarah stubbornly dug her heels in every time he called her his slut or whore. Her unrelenting resistance, to what Jason felt was a vital element to the relationship, was clearing driving him mad with frustration. He didn't give up though - he must have been quite taken with her.

At this early stage I still hoped we could salvage something, but Sarah was ruining it. However, by the end of the weekend I too was questioning the situation. When it became clear that Master Jay does not do compromise, I had to sit back and ask myself if I was prepared to accept the level of humiliation he expected of me.  Now I don't mind Sarah teasing me a bit about her younger lovers being more virile than me, as I was that once too. But hard-core abuse just doesn't do it for me. Another question mark was his requirement of celibacy on my part. Sarah and I love each other very much, and therefore enjoy a regular and fulfilling sex life. In addition, I also look forward to the opportunity of other women as part of this journey, and Sarah would particularly enjoy watching this. Ian understood this need, and had always agreed to allow me a treat in the form of another woman as a reward for being a good cuckold. He had understood that if I gave him my wife, there had to be something in it for me. Throughout this whole process Jason could not get his head around the fact that I want to sleep with other women. I think he thought this was an impossible emotion for a cuck, and concluded that this non-textbook anomaly, must be a byproduct of Sarah not fully supporting my cuckold journey.

As I concluded in Part 1 of this series, I am an Alpha Cuck - I love to watch my wife's sexual enjoyment with others, but being forbidden any sex, and conceding all control of our sex life to someone else just won't work for someone like me. Maybe we were wrong to pursue this, given that I am not the true cuckold Jason needs. But in my defence, what he was offering definitely appealed to one part of my psyche, even though the alpha male in me could not do this 24/7. Bit by bit the situation deteriorated. Certain no go areas were entered for both Sarah and I, and the whole thing entered melt down.

In my opinion Jason is his own worst enemy, and has probably thrown away what could gave been amazing. He is still searching for his ideal cuckold couple, if such an ideal exists. Had he been prepared to meet us at the level we were at and negociate, he might have got us to a higher level eventually. Perhaps not the full package, but enough for most of his needs to be met. 

I quickly moved on and forgot all about it. We were, by this point, back in touch with Ian, and there were promises of more fun. So I couldn't understand why Sarah and Jason continued to communicate in a sexual manner. Part of Sarah still hankered after a D/s relationship with Jason, and he clearly thought there was something still there. Sarah believed Jason was regretting throwing the baby out with the bath water, and she was considering backing off on the explicit sexual language. She suspected that he badly wanted her as his sub, which she felt gave her a good chance of working something out with him. Unfortunately, by this point I'd lost interest. And this was exacerbated by the fact that Jason had ceased talking to me. He only ever texted Sarah, and whenever I tried to reach out to him, he tended to respond quite briefly, if not curtly. I was convinced he hated me, although I cannot fault how he treats me in person. Whatever the problem with me, it is quite clear that the friendship is with Sarah. I have no problem if they want to enjoy some text banter, or play in my presence at sex parties. But if I were to reconsider a more permanent arrangement, there would have to be a better connection between Jason and myself. If not then Sarah is just going to have to get over it.

A gift from Master Jay

Master Jay had always promised us that if it didn't work out with him, he would help us find someone more suitable from his seemingly extensive catalogue of 'Black Bulls'. Despite the frequent fallouts, Jason was true to his word.

In the week between Christmas and New Year we had a message from a guy called Mark. Jason had recommended him some weeks back, but Mark had not responded when Dale reached out via the swinger's website. This was understandable - this young educated black stud was drop dead gorgeous with a body to die for. Someone like him would have no need for middle aged women like myself. After all if I was struggling to hold the interest of reasonably attractive men like Ian, then I would have no chance with sex gods like Mark. I started to wonder if Master Jay had something to do with this turn of good luck.

'How's it going with Mark?' Jason texted a few days later. So this was his doing. 'Say thank you Jason' he said. I rolled my eyes and texted 'thank you'.

I felt bad though. Jason had really wanted me to be his sub, so to set us up with someone else (and on that matter the hottest black man in the South East), was a huge act of kindness. I asked Jason if he minded. Not because I believed it was his business or that he had a right to mind, but simply because I didn't want any discomfort. But to my surprise he said he didn't  mind as long as he was kept informed! He said that he would ensure Mark understood his right to claim me back when he was ready!

So that was what this selflessness was all about! Dale and I were gobsmacked!

Jason frequently complains that I am a confusing person, and that I send confusing conflicting messages about what I want. In my defense I would say that I am sexually attracted to Jason and simply fail to hide how I feel. That is not confusing - I desire something that, for a number of reasons, I can't have. I admit that, because of the mutual attraction, we are both guilty of leading each other on. But that is another issue. What now seems to be the case is that Jason, who rejected us as his cuckold couple (albeit a joint decision), apparently still had a claim on me. Now that's confusing!

Jason knew that we were back in communication with Ian. He had said he was happy for us, but I doubted the sentiment was genuine, and if I'd been in his shoes I would be pissed off. Then the penny dropped. Clearly if he couldn't own us as his cuckold couple, he would find another way of controlling our sex life. He knew that his control of us would cease should we go back to our former Bull.

But one of his Black Bulls - well that was maybe within his scope of influence!

And so the man, who desperately wanted me as his own, had set me up with the finest Black Bull on his Rolodex - one so fit he knew I couldn't fail to notice. Even if it meant marginalising the Master himself, allowing me a harmless playmate, maybe enough to remove the real threat to his position. Getting rid of our former Bull would enable him to maintain some control in my life! And besides, if I had become Master Jay's official sub, I would only have been allowed to sleep with black men of his choice. So Mark, I would've been fucking anyway. But a white guy like Ian - out of the question!

Reaquainting with our Bull

This is the second instalment detailing our date at a naturist spa with our Bull. If you haven't already part 1, 'Becoming Ian's Sub' is recommended.

After initial chit chat over a cup of tea, Ian lead us to the large jacuzzi. As he hung his towel on the hook, for the first time I had a chance to admire his firm muscular backside and thighs. I enjoyed the sight as he descended into the water. I removed my towel for the first time that night and, topless, I followed him across the pool, self-conscious at of all the eyes on me.  Dale positioned himself on the opposite side giving himself a good view of whatever Ian intended to do. My younger lover wasted no time in getting me turned on by caressing my thigh and stroking me between my legs on top of my bikini bottoms. "You wouldn't ask me to do anything with any of these men, would you?" I asked. "Of course not" he reassured me. I relaxed. I could trust him to make the right judgement. It was a bad selection that night so I was glad we were on the same wavelength when it came to taste.

It was a strange moment, sitting in such close proximity to my lover, with my husband out of earshot. I felt nervous. Although Dale gets on with him Ian, I personally find him hard to talk to. He does not have an outgoing personlity which would put me at ease. Instead he is quiet and calculating. I also believe both of us a were being careful not to get too emotionally close. "Its good to see you again" he said softly. I asked him why he didn't want to go for a drink first. His answer was simple - he didn't want to wait to have me! Then, as if to prove his point, he suggested we go to a room. I wanted to have sex with him very much, but the teasing and seduction that I need were missing - he was launching straight in. I said we would go shortly, so he continued to play with me; stroking me between my legs, cupping my breasts. Everybody in the pool were loving the show, especially Dale. "Do you like that?" he whispered several times, knowing very well how much he was turning me on. I asked him if he was hard, so he suggested I find out for myself. I reached over to his cock, which was getting hard, and I pulled back his forskin, so I could gently tease the sensitive head. He started to breathe faster and his eyes glazed over. And I knew that, for just a moment, the control was with me.

Not long after, Ian led me, with Dale following, to one of the rooms (a trip down memory lane, as it was the same room that I had sucked off David, the beauiful black man, some six months back). My Dom positioned me against the wall and gently started kissing my mouth followed by my neck, ear, then nipples. I was in seventh heaven. Then he instructed me to sit on the edge of the couch. I knew the pattern now - his sizable hard cock was once again in my face and I understood that he was expecting his customary blowjob. I performed to the best of my ability, first sitting, then kneeling. Then I proceeded to lick his nipples. He gently eased me back on the couch and lowered his head to expertly lick my freshly shaved pussy. Pushing and rubbing his jaw and tongue hard against my clitoris, and purring with enjoyment, I wondered if this skillful experienced lover had what it takes to be the first man to make me cum from oral sex.

Then he moved forward over my body and passionately kissed my mouth whilst his super hard cock hovered enticingly at my now dripping pussy. I kept raising my pelvis trying to catch his delicious cock, but he teasingly kept it at a distance, as he suckled on my aching nipples. Eventually I coudn't take it any more. I grabbed his firm arse and forced him into me. He smiled mischieviously clearly enjoying my obvious desire and need for his cock. He then started to gently make love to me. I was frantic with passion as I tried to pull him into me deeper, whilst he teasingly resisted. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you hard in a minute" he reassured. I raised my legs higher and higher in an attempt to get him deeper into me, until I had my legs right over his shoulders. Dale looked on in amazement. And then he finally started to take me hard. "I need this" I gushed several times, feeling the intense relief of finally getting his cock fucking me hard and deep, after a very long two month wait. "Are you mine? Tell me you're mine" he breathed with urgency as he fucked me harder and harder. Then he intructed me to turn over. Once on all fours he plunged his big cock into me and took me full throttle, with the occasional slap on the arse for emphasis. I loved every second. Unfortunately he loved it a bit too much too, as it wasn't long before he shot his load into me.

Then, as part of the now developing routine, I lay back for Dale to clean me. As with last time I turned my head to clean Ian's cock, and give myself another tentative taste of our combined juices. Dale however complained that he wasn't getting enough of Ian's cum as he had clearly deposited too deep inside. I suggested squatting and trying to push out his seed with the help of gravity so as to give the hungry cuck a bit more. At this suggestion Dale gleefully told me to sit on his face. Ian looked on with delight, as I carefully position my cum-filled pussy over my husband waiting mouth and tongue.

What a wonderful reaquaintance with our Bull! Read the next blog for the raunchy details of round 2.

....with a cream pie for dessert !!! (by Dale)

The story continues from 'Dinner with our Bull....'

As we hovered uncertainly outside the building where Ian worked, you can imagine how I was chomping at the bit for some action, after so many months talking about this. This was our second date with Ian. I had just spent the past five hours watching this young stud teasing and seducing my wife, to the point of attracting a certain amount of attention from other tables. In fact one couple briefly joined us and quizzed us as to what we were all about !!  This really fired me up as we now seemed to be acknowledge in the bar as the sexy naughty threesome.

So, as you can imagine, I was well relieved that Sarah agreed to go up to his office. I knew she hadn't wanted it this way, but sometimes you have to live in the moment and take experiences as they are offered. And besides the thought of sex in a deserted office late at night was a somewhat kinky thought.

Ian slipped the key into the door and we tentatively followed him to the lift. Upstairs in his dark office, I excused myself to nip to the bathroom. Returning moments later I discovered that Ian and Sarah had not wasted any time, and were already locked in a passionate embrace. No more long teasing from Ian; she had finally managed to break him.

I couldn't resist this tempting scene, so came up behind Sarah and gently stroked her bare shoulders and squeezed her breasts as they kissed. Not a patient man, I then pulled down the straps of her skimpy top so that she was standing in her lacy bra.  It wasn't long before I had Sarah naked in front of Ian except for her hold up stockings, a pool of clothes on the floor whilst the boys were still fully clothed. (I was later in the dog house for this, as being undressed is something she likes her new lover to do, and had complained about this with our Jerry encounter too - when will I learn !!!)

Sarah was very nervous and asked what to do next.  She didn't have long to wait. Ian produced his cock from his suit trousers and instructed her to suck him. No more invitation than that was needed; she was immediately down on her knees as Ian rested against the wall, his cock to her lips. This was a scene he had outlined numerous times in many months of sexting, so I knew his fantasy was being met too. She was a very hungry girl and was showing him all the techniques that we had practiced together for his enjoyment. In fact she was so enthusiastic that he had to tell her to slow down until she achieved his desired pace. Keen for his balls to also receive some attention, Ian asked her to lick them too. The naughty little minx later told me she managed to get both his balls in her mouth at the same time. Lucky Ian !!  I remind her not to neglect the area behind his sac, so she immediately tickled him with her tongue then gently bit his skin which he loved. He was very impressed with her technique, and in uncharacteristic Bull behaviour gushed "thank you, oh thank" over and over again as he enjoyed the experienced. On the way home she commented that Ian had a large, perfectly shaped cock and was very similar to mine, but she will have to get used to the foreskin.

By this stage Sarah was begging Ian to fuck her.  Shocking news though. He told us he had no condoms. I guess he really did believe Sarah was holding out for a first time in a hotel at a leisurely pace, so had not come prepared. 

Sarah's pussy was on fire by now and needed attention. She asked to be licked. By this stage Ian and I were undressed too. He instructed her to sit on his chair by his desk, at the back of the room (where we now know is where he does all his sexting to us from). Then it was his turn to kneel on the floor, he began to lick her freshly shaven mound. He seemed to be enjoying himself judging by the purring noises he was making as he enthusiastically rubbed his face in her fertile pussy.

After another lengthy blow job, Ian sat on his chair and gently pulled Sarah onto his naked lap and protectively wrapped his arms around her as he embraced her with loving kisses. She straddled him now, and his hard cock was dangerously close to her wet and hungry hole. We had recently discussed fluid bonding and agreed that this was what we all eventually wanted. But with no condoms a more immediate decision was needed. As is often the case in these dilemmas we threw caution to the wind and enjoyed the exciting taboo. Ian was extremely concerned that we were both ok with this and confirmed with me several times before he took hold of his member and dipped it in Sarah's dripping slit. When she felt this, Sarah pushed down hard taking his full long naked cock into her hungry pussy. This was the first time a bare cock, other than mine, has entered her since we have been together. What a huge turn on this was for all of us!

And so the fucking began; straddled in the chair, from behind over his desk, but my personal favourite - watching Sarah on the floor with Ian on top of her. I loved watching Ian pinning her to the floor, working hard at pumping his massive tool deep into her womb.  Sarah's legs were raised high and wrapped around his lean muscularly back. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing this stud's firm youthful ass taking my wife .

He was showing her a great time, and in no rush to cum.  Ian was loving and kind during the act; it was as though the dominant, game-playing Bull from the text messages had gone, and a caring lover had appeared using gentle touches, passionate kisses and endearments such as 'darling'. He was no longer bossy and controlling, and ceased using his special name for her.  

Finally they could wait no more. He positioned Sarah over his desk (clearly his favourite position) and started to ram into her, pumping hard and vigourous.  Sarah screamed from time to time as he was so big, which earlier in the evening made him slow down. However,  he was well and truly gone by now, so Sarah just had to take it.   He pulled Sarah by the hips to get deeper into her, with the odd stoke of her swaying breasts, until he exploded his load deep into her waiting womb.  

We had calculated that Sarah was at her most fertile time, so her body was crying out for this man's seed.  He did not disappoint and left a gorgeous cream pie in my wonderful wife.  

Unlike our threesome with Jerry, I had backed off considerably with Ian, being much more of an observer. Having allowed plenty of space to enjoy their love-making, it was now my turn. I asked Sarah to lie on the floor again, which she obediently did - she knew the deal !!  As she spread her legs I had a full view of her swollen pussy lips. And then to my delight I saw a cute dollop of Ian's cum slowly dribbling  out. Well I was right in there licking it up like the good husband I am.  What a wonder taste the combination of their juices that I spent a considerable time cleaning every drop that I could from her.  What a wonderful dessert that was.......

Ian and I have discussed our shared fantasy of breeding Sarah so the fact that she was fertile really got us excited.  Unfortunately as we live in the real world Sarah went to the chemist's yesterday for the morning after pill (although we read this is only 84% effective so I live in hope as I think they would make a beautiful baby...)

Dinner with our Bull....

Our priority for the past five weeks was to consummate the new arrangement with Ian. However, true to form, as as we discovered last summer, he is like nailing jelly to a wall to get a date. If he were anyone else we would, not only have given up, but concluded that he wasn't particularly interested. However, for the past nine months since Dale started to communicate with him on line, we have got to know his habits and understand how he thinks. So he marches to a different beat to us, but we believe what he has to offer is worth the frustration he causes us.

We have though concluded that we won't be seeing him as often as we'd like, so we will not wait around being faithful. But when he is available we will enjoy him to the max!

Eventually we pinned him down to a Friday night, but said he could meet us but only for a few hours. So the understanding was that we would just be having a drink on the basis that he would have to shoot off early. He apparently had an early train to catch as he was going home to his parents for the weekend. He did suggest that there may be time for a little action, but I firmly put my foot down. I told him I needed him to take his time with me and did not like sex to be a rush. What I didn't say to him was that if giving me a few hours was the best he could do in the space of five weeks, then that wasn't good enough. If he wanted me badly enough he would have to make time.

So I went into London to meet my husband and my lover after work, but with the view it wasn't not going to be consummated this time. There had been a text message chain for much of the week along the lines of how he was going to try to finger me under the table, and he had selected a City bar that he felt would be drunken and crowded, so that hanky panky would go unnoticed. Dale and I arrived early and were lucky enough to find a booth tucked out of the way.

Ian arrived, still wearing his suit, but having removed his tie. He kissed me politely on the cheek, as before, but unlike the first meeting, sat down next to me instead of opposite. Dale was on my other side.

Like last time, I did not fancy him, but was entranced by his hypnotic seduction techniques. He touched my thigh, held my hand, but did not kiss me. The chemistry was  intense, and we were inches from kissing, but he teasingly made no move. I told him that I would not be kissing him first because I was fed up with having to chase him. This was definately one for him. He said that I loved the chase games. I told him I hated the way he made me do that, he simply replied that he loved how feisty I was.

I pulled his white shirt out of his trousers and explored his lean muscular torso with my hand. I stroked my hand across his firm pecs, then homed in on his nipples. A glazed looked came his eyes and he started breathing faster. Now he will kiss me I thought. 'You're trouble, you are' he breathed. I lost this game too. I asked Dale tell him I wanted him to kiss me, as I couldn't stand it any more. 

Ian obliged. He slowly touched my hair, then my neck, then kissed my ear. I was screaming inside for his mouth on mine, then just as he put his lips to mine, when I thought I couldn't take the agony any more, he move his lips away in a tease. I leant forward to get closer to his kisses, and he continued the seductive tease of passionate kisses and withdrawing. Sometimes I could kill this guy!

I knew I had got him going though, so there were a few points for me. And Ian stayed much longer than he had intended.

But after dinner and sharing five bottles of wine between the three of us, my judgement was not at its best. I asked Dale to tell him I wanted to consummate it that night. I was frustrated. Ian had teased me, got me on a knife edge, but I felt we were no further ahead. We didn't know when we would see him again, and I didn't fancy another round of 'I'll get back to you ASAP'. In fact I've had a lifetime of ASAPs from Ian. The relationship has gone on for over nine months now, it took us eight months to actually meet him, and I'd had enough. If we never saw him him again, I at the very least wanted a fuck from him; so that at least it's not all been in vain!

We left the bar. The implication was that Ian was going home as he had to get up early. I was feeling drunk, upset and confused as to where it was all going. We passed the door to his office building, and he suggested we come in. So it was now or never I thought. Tacky to be finally consummating the relationship with our Bull in his office.  But I needed this. And the dicking around had gone on for too long. Besides the thought of being bent over his desk.....

Read on for Dale's account of late night fun in Ian's darkened office 'with a cream pie for desert....'

The slow smouldering effects of a hypnotic seduction

I have been having an affair with Ian for 8 months now. But until a couple of weeks ago the relationship had been conducted purely by text and email - he would make love to me via text, in this fantasy, cyber world, and his words would never cease to takes me to extraordinary heights.

Dale and I have now finally met him in person for the first time, as already described by Dale in the previous blog 'Interviewing our new Bull'.

Ian sat opposite me in a pub, us barely touching for the entire evening. And yet he made love to me for the umpteenth time. This time, without the aid of modern technology to hide the real person, like Valentino he mercilessly seduced me with smouldering eyes and expressions of passion.

However when we first saw each other face to face I didn't immediately see his magic.

We had arrived at the pub about the same time as Ian. Dale had received a text from him asking for our drinks orders and telling us to meet him upstairs. So I dashed off the the ladies to refresh my appearance. On coming out of the loos, Dale was waiting for me, and at that moment Ian came down the stairs.

And that was the first time I laid my eyes on my cyber lover - my future Bull.

And a very normal looking guy, whom I didn't quite recognise, shook Dale's hand before politely kissing my cheek. He was friendly, he was nice looking. But he was not the sex god I had built him up to be. 

Upstairs we took a table whilst Ian went to get the drinks. I sat down next to Dale at a table, and from where we were I had a good view of Ian from behind as he stood at the bar. I enjoyed the sight of his cute pert bum. He had told me that afternoon that he would be changing from his suit before meeting us, which I was a little disappointed about because I do like a man in a suit. However his lean body looked particularly nice in his well-fitted jeans and sweater.

As we waited for Ian to return with our drinks, I wondered if he would sit the other side of me. Only that afternoon he had been texting me with suggestive comments about gently stroking my stockinged thighs in my mini skirt over drinks.

He sat opposite. And we chatted, got to know each other. Ian chatted easily with Dale about business. He was confident, nice, and soft-spoken. In fact slightly  camp. Not the hard, super cool Bull I had expected! It was hard to believe that this was actually the same man that I had spent so many hours texting our sex fantasies through hundreds of text messages, whilst he groomed me into desiring him in quite an obsessive way. I did not recognise him as the man in the photo with a hypnotic look in his eyes gazing seductively back at me.

I didn't really fancy him, but I still believed he could deliver after what we had been through together. After all, the fire had been smouldering for 8 months. It had to work.....

And then I saw it - in an instant he changed, and I recognised the same hypnotic look that I had fallen for when I first saw his photo last summer. He became a different man as he made love to me with his eyes and mouth from across the table without even touching me. As he looked at me seductively and whispered that I was gorgeous and beautiful, I melted in the same way he had made me melt in so many of his erotic text messages. 

And then he went back to talking to Dale like a normal regular guy. He was like Jekyl and Hyde.

I wondered how long it would take him to change seats, to kiss me, to touch me. When Dale when to the bathroom I thought, he'll make a move now. Instead he gave me another hypnotic look and told me he wanted to take me to bed. He still hadn't touch me, but I nearly had a orgasm at his words and was aching for him to kiss me.

It wasn't until the end of the evening that he finally reached out he took my hand in front of Dale. He played with my wedding and engagement rings, whilst whispering that he could wait to taste me and that he needed to make love to me. I nervously chewed on my finger, which seemed to turn him on, because he looked right at me and said 'you're trouble'.

Touching my hand was the only physical contact we had the whole time he was seducing me from across the table.

At the end of the night Ian insisted on paying for dinner. Then he hugged me outside as we all said goodnight - the closest contact we had ever had! And all of a sudden we were locked in a gentle but passionate kiss - a kiss I believe we were desperate for all night, as we had endured the slow smouldering effects of a hypnotic seduction.

Read the next blog 'Snowballs and creampies' to find out about Ian and Dale's text message fantasies after the first date

Sarah's reflections on Jerry

So it was Jerry who ended up being my first extra-marital lover. Completely unexpected of course. After months and months of tooing and froing with Ed and Ian and getting nowhere fast, I threw caution to the wind and slept with Jerry within hours of meeting him. Admittedly I wasn't looking forward to meeting Jerry. Ravi had been disappointing, so that had put me in negative mood, and to make it worse Jerry was still failing to display much warmth in his emails as him and Dale made arrangements for the date.

But I couldn't have got him more wrong! Jerry was just so utterly charming, polite, nice and easy to talk to. He took confident charge of the situation, and I am a sucker for a self-confident man! He is a handsome guy, although there was not an instant chemistry. What worked for me was his highly confident and charming personality with impeccable manners. I knew as soon as I met him knew he would simply charm me into bed!

Dale and I were perched by the bar when he arrived, having circled the crowded pub a few times in futile attempts to find a table. He had just come from work so was in his suit. After we had introduced ourselves and he had exuberantly kissed me on both cheeks and my hand, he strode off to look for a table and naturally he found one! I was surprised at how tall he was as we trotted behind him. He led us to what he described as a 'great table'! The table was fine - it was against the wall with space for three. Then before Dale and myself could sit down, he positioned his drink on the table side opposite the wall, thus ensuring he would sit between us. Having secured his place next to me and having made sure I was not next to my husband, Jerry strode off again to find a chair for himself. Dale commented to me that positioning his drink like that, so that Dale and I were forced apart, was a clever move - the move of a Bull!

And ever the gentleman Jerry was very quick to notice when my drink was empty, and swiftly took care of that - I do find it a turn on when a man makes sure the lady is looked after! (And after the experience with Ravi the previous night, I was relieved that Jerry passed that test!)

He is a tad older than I would prefer, and we had suspected from the photos that he was not in this late thirties. But when we saw him in person we knew he had definitely shaved a good few years off his age in order to attract a wider audience. After a couple of glasses of wine I cheekily asked him what his real age was, and he confirmed early forties. I personally would have guessed mid forties at least. As I said he was nice looking, but a bit weathered! I am aware that I too am no spring chicken, but that doesn't stop me hankering after a firm chiselled young stud. On the plus side age brings maturity, experience and an understanding of the art of seduction.

I would say Jerry is addicted to sex, but despite his excessive sleeping around he is a very very nice guy. MMF threesomes are his favourite as he believes in female pleasure. He shares Dale's view that the female body, with its many erogenous zones, was designed to require attention from more than one man if it is to receive maximum stimulation. This view is on the basis that one man alone only has one pair of hands, one mouth and one cock, whereas two men....

Jerry says he is not a Bull. He says he's too much of a gentleman to be a Bull. He is definitely a gentleman, but I see no reason why a man can't be both. He must think that a Bull is like all these wannabe Bulls that I have slated as rude and aggressive. However he is correct that he's not a Bull - but not because he is a gentleman; because he shows no interest in the Bull-Cuckold psychology. And I don't mean this observation as a criticism. He qualified in many other attributes, essential for a threeway relationship. For example, as a third person coming into our marriage, he understood the importance keeping Dale on side and included. And it's not that Dale didn't get a Cuckold experience - Jerry gave Dale enormous kicks by sitting next to me, placing his hand on my thigh in front of him, and hold my hand like I was his girl when we walked to Jerry's flat, not to mention the pleasure Dale got by watching us play and have sex. Its just that I don't think Jerry was deliberately doing this, or aware of the Cuckolding effect on Dale. Jerry doesn't want to dominate; he just wants to have fun within the sexual trio. He wants to give pleasure but only by being adventurous with sex, not by exploring domination and cuckoldry.

To read Dale's blog on our threesome with Jerry click here.

Ravi - first date of 2014

Ravi had instructed me to wear a skirt or dress. So I selected a miniskirt, low cut top with push-up bra, then asked Dale if I should wear stockings or tights. 'I think Ravi will expect stockings' he said slightly bemused that I would even need to ask! So stockings it was. And we got the train into London and met Ravi in a wine-bar.

Dale bought a bottle of wine, but Ravi just wanted an orange juice, which he nursed for the entire evening! When Dale and I had finished our wine he never offered to get another round. This lack of etiquette was quite a serious mistake as far a I was concerned, as I have no desire to sleep with someone who doesn't buy me a drink. By the end of the evening Ravi had not put his hand in his pocket once!

And it was not the only transgression. He didn't really talk to me and there were no compliments or flirtatious banter, which flies in the face of the advert requesting a man to flirt with me. He chatted to Dale quite comfortably about business, and if anything, appeared to look up to Dale as the older more experienced business man - certainly no dominating alpha male behaviour. Don't get me wrong, conversation was pleasant enough, but it could have been a work night out!

When Dale took a trip to the bathroom, Ravi took that as an opportunity to sit next to me, and he immediately kissed me. This I quite enjoyed because he was quite cute and I was in the mood for a snog. But there was insufficient chemistry so the novelty soon wore off, and short of him turning up the charm, so there was little hope of any chemistry being generated.

Ravi was very pushy. He was quite insistent about putting his hand up my skirt, and even if we hadn't been in a public bar, I don't think I would have been interested. The story of him fingering a girl in a club, as described in 'A New Year and back in the saddle with a bang', ceased to be erotic when faced with reality. He did and said nothing to tempt me. I need seduction, and that's just the way it is! Eventually Ravi convinced me to remove my knickers - for a moment he had pandered to my erotic fantasies. So I slipped them off, handed them over, and he discreetly put them in his pocket. But this act did nothing to enhance the moment. In fact only thing I liked about the removal of my knickers was the look on Dale's face when I asked for them back at the end of the evening!

I don't think Ravi understood the concept of the three-way relationship. Whenever Dale was out of the way, he seemed relieved so that he could try it on with me. He wanted to fuck me, and if that meant putting up with my hubby being there, well so be it. In fact I think Ravi expected to fuck me - the date was a done deal, and from his point of view I believe he felt no effort was required. And as far as him being dominating, as he had described in emails, I couldn't see it - pushy yes, but not dominating. Ravi, in my opinion, is no Bull.

Dale realised I'd had enough so suggested we leave to get an earlier train.

He texted Dale the next day saying it might be fun if we meet at his flat that night, and was very surprised when we declined. He made contact a few more times over the next week or so before giving up. I would normally tell someone if it's not going to work, but his presumptions pushiness, and not buying me a drink was starting to increasingly irritate me. So he was blanked.