Red herrings on our search for a Bull

So it has now been over a year since Dale and I started this journey, and over a year since we first met Ian on-line. Ian has always been my favourite - not because I am more attracted to him or like him the best - far from it. On those criteria Ed would win hands down. Its just that Ian knows how to get under our skin, such that despite the infinite frustration he causes us, we keep coming back for more. The psychological excitement Ian creates is intense and addictive.

Nontheless, I have always attempted to have 2 bulls at a time. When Ian delivers he delivers extremely well on many levels, but most importantly he gives me what  I need. But I feel it is emotionally safer to not put all my eggs in one basket. With the risk of of getting hurt I feel I should divide my feelings amongst more than one lover, or perhaps more accurately dilute my feelings for Ian by having others. However, recently, my reasons for a secondary lover are more practical - Ian may be good, but the frequency is truly inadequate. The lengthy time periods between dates leaves me permanantly horny and frustrated. So that is really why I need another Bull.

So I tried again to get a date with the fun-loving Jerry, who gave us a truely amazing threesome back in January. I have always considered Jerry to be a potential secondary lover, a stop-gap when Ian is not available. But it was not to be. After our threesome over the New Year weekend, he cancelled a date for late January. He then cancelled another date in mid February, and told us he was starting a relationship so would have to put a halt on playing. We communicated with him in late March and he told us his relationship was going nowhere, and would like to see us again. For the next few months there were  a series of diary clashes, but he always responded with his usual over-the-top exuberance. Then a few weeks ago he suggested a weekday lunch date followed by an 'afternoon of debauchery' in his posh central London flat. Dale and Jerry agreed an afternoon that they could take off work, and 'a picnic and a fingering in Green Park' was very much looked forward to.

Unfortunately circumstances beyond our control forced Dale and I to cancel. Strangely I wasn't bothered. After more than 6 months, the New Year's night of passion in was becoming nothing more that nice memory. Unlike Ian, Jerry is not prepared to keep the flames alive with text messages, so one shouldn't be surprised the fire was going out. We failed to reschedule an afternoon with Jerry, largely due to Dale's work commitments, and I started to wonder why Jerry was being so inflexible. Having lunch followed by fun in the afternoon had been presented as a nice thing to do in summertime. But I was starting to reaslise that, despite his exagerated proclamations to 'move heaven and earth' for a repeat with me, the unflattering truth was that he was actually squeezing me in during office hours because evenings and weekends were taken up by a girlfriend.

I have always understood that much of what he says is BS. Jerry is a charmer, which I fell for and that it fine because I like to be charmed. The charm offensive works, and I guess that is why he is a successful womaniser. But he is clearly no longer an active player on the swinging scene, and that doesn't work for me. I started to wonder if Jerry was perhaps a red herring. He had his uses in breaking me into the lifestyle, but maybe he has no further role now that I am Ian's lover.

I then reflected that Jerry has not been the only red herring. 

Last summer I was communicating with Ed, around the time that Ian and I were starting our cyber affair. I did genuinely like Ed - arguably I was more attracted to him than Ian and I certainly got on better with him. But the obsessive passion already felt for Ian made me nervous, so as with Jerry, it is refreshing to spend time with someone who is fun and easygoing. And as with Jerry, Ed diluted the intensity of what I felt for Ian. Dale and I became such good friends with Ed, and firmly believed that this would be a lasting friendship, but his wife is longer in support of this lifestyle for them, so I guess Ed was also a red herring. 

There have been other dates and communications that held promise and came to nothing, some of which were not for me, but many of whom simply disapeared before meeting. Then there was the drop-dead gorgeous black guy from the naturist club who seemed a possibility. He demonstrated that he understood the dynamics of a three-way relationship, but that ended up being a one night stand. Craigslist is dead, and every potential conquest turns to nothing.

And yet again I am left with good old loyal Ian (and I never thought I would say this about Ian). Perhaps I should smell the roses and realise he is the one who is meant to be my Bull and forget the others. Longevity brings trust, so I now have more faith that he, unlike all the others, is not going to disapear. In fact he once said a touching thing on our second date - 'I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going anywhere'. I've often reflected on this statement. After all as a single guy, I am conscious that, at any time his life, could change. Jerry ended it with us when he got a girlfriend only weeks after he had told us that he was avoiding relationships at all costs. I have always assumed that one day Ian will hurt me too, as it is only natural that one day he will want to settle down. I had a one point thought it would be Ed who was the safest bet for longevity - unlike the single guys, the lives of married ones are less likely to change. But nobody could have predicted that after years of playing, his wife would pull the plug on the lifestyle.

So realising that Ian is likely to be around for the long-haul with us, I decided the time had some to have my ultimate fantasy fulfilled, and told him I wanted to be his sub....

Second cream pie from Ian (by Dale)

Well that was delicious.

After another evening of wine and food in yet another stylish City bar, our Bull escorted us, for the second time, to his deserted office. This time we were more familiar with one another, so it flowed much better, and I had the infinite pleasure of sitting back and watching Ian service my Hotwife whilst I gently wanked.

I sat in one of the chairs and mentally prepared for the show. They stood in front of me, and Ian took my beloved in his arms, and they came together with passionate kisses, as he lovingly caressed and explored her body, his hands moving gently over her breasts and her bare shoulders. She in turn undid the buttons of his crisp white shirt and started to explore his lean torso with her mouth and hands. Eventually his desire overcame him and he expressed that he "had to taste her".

He went to get a chair for her, and she obediently sat down and opened her legs as he knelt at her feet in preparation. After removing the new Victoria's Secret panties, that I had bought her to wear for Ian, I watched as his mouth became quickly glued to her clitoris. They looked so natural together. Sarah could not control herself as he expertly waggled his tongue over her clit, teasingly ignoring her wanting vagina. I'm sure the building cleaners must have heard her moans, and unlike our time with Jerry, Ian was unphased and allowed her full vent of emotions. 

Then, being a gentleman and not forgetting me, Ian instructed Sarah to suck my cock. I was very grateful, as Sarah had told me that she expected me to just sit and watch. It was a pleasure to feel my wife's warm soft mouth nursing my semi erect penis, as she knelt on the floor to service me. This didn't last long, though, because when she paused to look at Ian, who was standing behind  her gently teasing her wet pussy with his fingers, she saw that he had taken his trousers off and was offering her a stonkingly hard throbbing cock, which put my semi soft offering to shame. He simple said "my turn", and she obediently turned 180 degrees to kneel for her young lover.

On reflection, though, rather than Ian being a considerate gentleman, I think this was a shrewd tactic to contrast the cuck with the Bull, not to mention commence his psychological domination of Sarah. 

Well I can honestly say that I have never seen Sarah give head so enthusiastically. Porn star quality with slurping and gagging leaving Ian and I agog. In fact, she was so frantic, several times Ian had to urge her to slow down!! Furthering the domination theme, Ian instructed Sarah to put her hands behind her back. This she willingly did without batting an eyelid. Although we had questioned after last time whether Ian was really what he'd made himself out to be, we now realised that he'd just started us gently. We could see the Dom Bull creeping more and more into the scenario. 

Finally, he could take it no more. He stood Sarah up and took her out of her skirt, and then so keen to fuck her, he commanded Sarah to "bend over", before he had a chance to remove her top. She obediently tuned back 180 degrees and rested in my lap as she presented her Dom with her shapely backside. Not rushing things he took ample time to tease her opening by placing his cock head on her pussy lips. She was half heartedly sucking my still semi erect cock, but the feel of his stiff rod behind her made her completely lose interest in me, and I watched her squirm and wiggle her hips back trying to catch his hard youthful cock. He would not be rushed and made her beg for it.

Still standing, he finally put her out of her misery, and plunged is sizeable instrument into her pussy, with exclamations as to how tight she felt. She was still bent over my lap, but she had now forgotten me, now that this experienced young stud was talking care of her desperate pussy.

Then, Sarah completely surprised Ian by going down on all fours, taking him with her so that they didn't miss a stroke as they repositioned. I remained sitting in my chair wanking whilst my wife was fucked at my feet my her lover. I watched Ian caress her back and ass, commenting all the while on how nice she looked in that position and how tight she was. 

A couple of things stood out in my memory, which I am sure will be expanded upon later. Firstly he gave Sarah several whacks on the ass cheeks, which sent her wild and begging for more (she loves her rough play does my Sarah).  Secondly, he licked his thumb and suggestively prodded her anus, which she also seemed to enjoy.

Her tight pussy seemed to be doing the trick, and before long he was ready to cum. As he held my wife round her waist, pulling her deeper over his cock, he instructed her to look up at me. This she did and I saw the look of exquisite pleasure on her face as she experienced the pulsation of his cock as rope after rope of fertile sperm was delivered into her naked womb. 

As they broke apart I couldn't wait for my reward. But then Sarah did something totally out of character and demonstrated to us both that she was now a true Hotwife. Feeling she had not had enough of his cock, she leant over his supine body on the floor, and greedily started to suck his still hard cock. "Darling, you look so pretty" he gushed several times, emotion yet again temporarily getting the better of this Dom Bull, as she cleaned up their combined juices.

At the same time I dove into her spread legs and licked every drop of Ian's cum from her bare pussy. 

Fanning the fire with another hypnotic seduction

I had not been very happy of late with my relationship with our Bull. It had been over seven weeks since he had made time for us. Although he was not totally to blame for diary clashes, he does seem to be away most weekends. We had a bit of text banter when he returned from holiday, but I had the distinct impression that he was distracted, and that it was going off the boil. Dale had had a better response from him - either Dale's timing was better, or Ian enjoyed chatting to Dale more. Certainly, though, Dale was better at pandering to Ian's Bull fantasies than me!

After Ian's promises in April to come to our house for dinner and have me in our marital bed, actually pinning him down to a date turned into the usual (and now expected) frustration. Dale, who has always run his diary even more rigidly than me, has now accepted the situation and the way Ian is. He keeps telling me to stop worrying. However, that it easy for Dale to say when it is not him Ian is fucking!

Anyway I couldn't stand it any more - I had to have Ian again, had to feel his bare cock inside me  again.  I had to fan the fire before it went out!

So I went into London mid week, having managed to get Ian to agree to an after work drink. I spent the entire afternoon getting ready for my Bull, but Dale and I couldn't get hold of him by text message to find out what time and where we should meet. I was on my way into London by the time I eventually heard from him. I was relieved, but also incandescent. I realised that he had probably been in meetings most of the day, but I had become very disillusioned recently with his elusiveness and lack of proactivity when it came to making arrangements.

In addition, I had become acutely aware that I don't fancy him. I don't really understand it, but what I feel for Ian is a different type of sexual attraction, based on his manipulation of my mind - him making me believe that I want him. Nobody has ever had that effect of me before. But if it is not real, then I know I will come back down to earth when I realise he is really just a normal guy. This is not the case from Ian's perspective - he is hugely attracted to me and has told me many times. Which is good, as it is the only thing I have over him!

As I travelled into London that afternoon, I was thinking that I should probably fuck him a few more times in an attempt to get him out of my system, then wind it down - it was starting to seem more trouble than he was worth. Although Dale pointed out that Ian was clearly having a particularly busy few days with his business, I was absolutely fuming by the time we walked into the bar.

To give Ian credit, like last time, he had actually selected a superb venue, and he was even waiting for us in the lobby when we arrived. I was still swearing under my breath as he kissed my cheek, but I very quickly felt my anger disappear as he took smooth control by finding us a secluded spot in the basement, then swiftly going upstairs to choose the wine. 

Dale was in the bathroom when Ian returned with a bottle in a cooler and three glasses. As usual I felt shy in his presence because he makes me nervous with the mind play. I told him as such as he poured my wine, which I'm sure gave him an immense thrill at the control he had over me. But my anger was gone now. He was being so sweet, nice and attentive that I realised, that whatever was going on in  his life that caused such elusiveness, for now his attention was on me. He told me I looked gorgeous and he gave me one of his looks that tells me, in no uncertain terms, how much he wants me. And for the first time I realised how attractive he was - that maybe I was starting to fancy him just a little.... 

Ian sat on the sofa next to me, but I kept a respectable distance between us - after all he's made me chase him so much for so long, I feel it's up to him to turn it around when we meet. Dale came back from the bathroom and sat on a chair opposite us, and we all talked about vanilla stuff, whilst we waited for the effect of the wine to relax us. As usual Ian was true to form with the smouldering 'come to bed' way he looks at me. Despite the normal conversation, at intervals he would 'make love' to me with his eyes and mouth, then leave me squirming with desire as he went back to talking to Dale.

I was wondering if this tease would go on all evening, as it had last time. We edged closer on the sofa and started touching each other's hands, and he watched me get more and more turned on by his deliberate hypnotic seduction. Then at last he took it up a notch. I felt his hand subtly brushed the underside of my breast on the outside of my skimpy top. This act had a psychological effect on me that almost gave me an orgasm. It wasn't the touch, it was the mind play. Dale and Ian watched in amazement at my reaction, which nobody has ever done to me before.

I then pulled out his shirt and explored his firm body and teased his nipples, like I did when I saw him last. He remained more in control this time, but I knew I had got to him because he said "You're trouble, you are", which he always says when I turn him on. Then I cheekily slipped my hand into his suit trousers and inside his boxers to feel his cock, which I had been dying to touch.

Then later after one of his teasing kisses, which this time I didn't have to ask for, he touch my breast again. This time he cupped it gently over my clothes and teased the nipple. I thought I was going to cum there are then, the effect was so profound. He continued to rub his thumb over my nipple as I continued to breath heavily in an uncontrollable state of euphoria. Then he moved his hand to my stockinged thigh and brushed his fingers over my knickers which were getting wet.

The persistently smouldering fire had once again burst into flames!

Being a week day there had been no point in booking a hotel, so we yet again had nowhere to go, except his office. But although we all desperately want to do this properly, I do find it somewhat kinky to be having sex in a darkened office late at night. 

Click here to read about how Ian started to show his dominating streak that night in his office.

Reflections

Ok, so it all got very extreme with Ian. Unexpectedly consummating the relationship in his office with fluid bonding, followed by cream pies and pregnancy risk. Click here for a reminder.

I felt very negative and a bit upset after we said goodbye to him that night. I was convinced that now he had fucked me we wouldn't be seeing him again. Dale thought I was crazy, because he had just given me a passionate kiss and hug goodbye, and from the way he behaved with me in his office it was obvious he was smitten. Then I reflected, that perhaps after having sex with him, I was realising he wasn't all he was cracked up to be. Or more accurately, not all we'd built him up to be! What both Dale and I certainly agree on, he definitely wasn't the big hard Bull he'd made out to be. Maybe I'm in love with the fantasy, and the reality is just not that great.

Ian was on the text messages to both of us the next day and Monday when he was back at work. He must have been keen as he usually holds back and makes me chase him. So we sexted for most of the day, whilst he was sitting in the very chair I was in when he ate me out. We relived the experience of how we had enjoyed his big bare cock stretching me and filling me. He wants to come to our house next time, so he can have me in our marital bed.

So he was back to being a Bull again. I felt better. Maybe he had allowed feelings to run away with him that night. But now that he had pulled himself together,  I felt I needed to feel his bare cock inside me again. The obsession was back.

However, following his enthusiasm about coming to our house, I tried to get that arranged, and got his usual ASAP. For the rest of April our diaries completely clashed, and from a text conversation Dale had with him last week, its now been concluded that due to commitments on both sides that we won't be seeing him again until probably June. I'm really hacked off about that. I also feel that more recent text conversations with him have lost a little of the spark compared to the passion expressed immediately after the event. I feel I need to see him again to get it back on track. Ian's on holiday now though, so there will be no sexting for a while.

In the mean time, we realise that it is futile to wait for Ian to be available. I have been in touch with Jerry, who is chomping at the bit for what he describes as  more 'naughty play' with with me. It's been over four months, but I too would thoroughly enjoy a repeat with Jerry. Click here for a reminder of the threesome with Jerry. In fact in many ways I like Jerry much more than Ian - more straightforward, easier to talk to, more manly demeanour. And not to mention great fun in bed. But, he doesn't do the mind play that Ian does, which makes him a refreshing relief, but also means  the excitement will never be on quite the same level. Unfortunately Jerry he is also on holiday, so I am a quite frustrated.

Dale keeps telling me that this is why I need a stable of lovers. He is actively searching for more Bulls. So far we have had 2 dates with different guys, who were both extremely nice, but there was no chemistry with either. Dale is now 'interviewing' others.

Pregnancy

The following article entitled 'Knocking her up' is a blog from 'A guide for Bull's with a cuckold couple' by Jim Lee.


Knocking her up

Got your attention, didn't I?

Knocking her up. Getting her pregnant. Whatever you want 

to call it, one thing is certain:  

If you're fucking someone 

else's wife it CAN happen. 

We all dance around the subject.  After all it's the couple's responsibility for birth control. So we avoid the subject, thinking it will be a total buzz kill. 

But guess what? I've dealt with a lot of couples in my time, and you may be wrong about that.

Some couples get off on the FANTASY of it. 

Before I go any further, did you get that? It's the FANTASY of the idea that it could happen 

I've read stories of couples in the cuckold lifestyle who deliberately conceive a child using the Bull as a surrogate father, but I tend not to believe them. I have also never met a couple that deliberately did or would do that.

It's the fantasy of the POSSIBILITY that it could happen. Fantasizing about getting pregnant can be HOT. Why wouldn't it? Making babies is what sex is all about. For some people the possibility of impregnation can be intensely arousing.

Look at it from the wife's point of view. Her husband has become less exciting in bed. Now she's been sexually reawakened by an attractive man, and willing to do most anything to please him. She's having sexual thoughts she hasn't had since she first got married. She is also willing to push things for her new lover and have great sex with him, including having sex during times which may coincide with her ovulation (especially if her lover is persuasive).

The husband sees it much the same. He has watched his wife become sexually awakened by another man. He has seen her do more and more with this man over time, and it turns him on. He also recognizes that his wife could end up giving this man not only her body, but perhaps even go so far as letting him give her a baby. This is not an uncommon fantasy, and many couples refer to this as the "ultimate gift". 

But for you, the Bull, this fantasy has an equally powerful appeal. You see, it gives you a way to exercise control over the wife and rise to a challenge that I enjoy immensely. It's called "Pregnancy Risk Fucking".

Ovulation normally is the 10th day after a woman starts her period. But for some it can be a few days either way. When a woman is ovulating, and for a day or two before, she is the HORNIEST she will be all month. Many women will tell you that they think about sex constantly during this time, and some even stay "wet" for that day or two. It's a physiological reaction. Their body wants them to fuck. They need sperm! 

Now, women aren't stupid. A wife knows that she's most likely to conceive during this time. So she may insist on condom use. After all, she's thinking with her head (at first). 

But a smart Bull recognizes this as a time of weakness. He sees it as a challenge and a way to get the hottest, wettest fuck possible from the wife.

It's not as tough as it seems either. First you make plans to see her on "the day", or the day before. You make sure she's had a drink or two (or three). When it's time for sex and she mentions a condom, you gladly place one on the nightstand. 

But during foreplay you drag things out to make sure that she is EXTRA aroused, taking your time to work her over completely. Soon she will be  writhing beneath you. Push her thighs apart and kneel between them. Lean over and suck on her breasts. Slowly, deliberately let the tip of your hard cock bump against the opening of her pussy, allowing it to drag over her clit. Reach down and rub the tip up and down her wet slit... slowly... rythmically...

At some point she will raise her hips and take you inside. Don't speak. Let her go into a trance of pleasure as she rocks back and forth beneath you. Let her body set the pace. She knows the danger but she'll be unable to stop. Her body is responding. Her mind is no longer in charge. Enjoy the power you have over her.

When the orgasms approach ask her if she wants you to cum inside. She'll say "yes". They always say "yes" (but afterward you can tell her that it was HER idea!)

She needs you to ejaculate inside. Her body craves it. Her husband even wants you to do it. So let go and flood her fertile pussy with your sperm. 

She will explode when your cock does, and the condom will be sitting on the bedside table. Pregnancy risk fucking. It's hot!

....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....'