Impromptu fun (part 1) - by Dale

We decided to change our approach and go for a nice English middle class boy who lives locally. The lengthy train journeys into London, followed by a crowded pub with nowhere to sit, to meet a man who doesn't buy his fair share of drinks, and nods his head like the Churchill dog as he wonders where the hotel is, was starting to become tedious. Or the mandingo parties, which of course have their place, but when one is married to such a snobby hotwife, who won't play unless the black man concerned is gym fit and intellectually engaging, I was starting to wonder what was in it for me with the interacial swing scene.

Jonny had reached out to us on numerous occasions via the swinging website. However, due to distractions from potential Dom Bulls and BBC fuck buddies, we had not realised the potential sitting almost on our doorstep. After an unexpected quiet period, we took a closer look at Jonny, and realised he may well be axactly what we were looking for. After a couple of weeks of intense texting, we finally arranged to meet him for an NSA drink in a quaint country pub close to where we live.

I was at the bar ordering drinks, when he came in behind and said jokingly "Hello Sir". When I heard the smooth Home Counties accent, I turned around to see an English gent dressed in a shirt and blazer. I knew right away that Sarah would be creaming her panties with this one, and my mind flashed back to the Mayfair pub just over a year ago and another public school English gent.

Once we sat down with our drinks and eyed each other up, I realised that, he was goodlooking and certainly up to Sarah's standard. For a former army officer, Jonny seemed unusually shy, and nervously knocked back his beer as we got to know each other. Maybe he was a bit overwhelmed, as Sarah is much better looking in the flesh. He is however very experienced on the swing scene and even hosts his own private parties, so we were sure he would convert the situation once he relaxed.

From the sideways glances I was giving Sarah, I could tell that she liked what she saw and was keen to get her hands on him. We were getting to know each, and all seemed to click, but I know Sarah well enough to realise that this guy wasn't stimulating her mind sexually. I kept hoping he would turn up the seduction, or else Sarah might lose interest. In the end I had no choice but to take matters into my owns hands. When he returned from the bar with the next round, I vacated my seat to go to the washroom, and suggested he sits next to my wife. Upon my return I was delighted to see Jonny's hand on Sarah's thigh carressing the lacey top of her stockings. My move seemed to be just what was needed, as he was now google eyed and breathing heavier. With a bulge nicely developing in his trousers I watched in awe as Sarah's hand crept across his thigh resting on his packet. He leaned over and gave her a sensual kiss. Well after this things really heated up, and I was given a front seat view of Jonny's manly fingers creeping up her thigh and exploring the womanly folds of her now wet pussy. Sarah was desperately trying not to moan too loadly as he fingered her clit. He naughtily offered her his fingers to lick, but as she declined, he enthusiastically sucked his fingers like an ice lolly, having his first taste of her juices.

We weren't planning on playing that night, but it became obvious that this was a golden opportunity for some uncomplicated fun with a goodlooking nice man, which we are now learning is a rare occurance. So it was off to the cars, and back to our house.

Ever the good host I went to make tea whilst Sarah, who was realising that she sometimes needs to take the lead, marched her new playmate off to the living room. By the time I got there they were already making out on the sofa. I sat oppposite on the chair as they caressed, and watched Jonny start to peel off her clothes. Eventually, Sarah could take it no more and unzipped him. At this point I had to get a closer look, and when I moved over to the sofa, Sarah had his cock deep down her throat, greedily devouring it.

However, Sarah likes her creature comforts and suggested we go upstairs to the marital bed. Part 2 soon to be published.

More about Mark

Dale has already written an account on our wild night with Mark two months ago in the blog, 'the floodgates open with a BBC'. Following a very successful repeat a couple of weeks ago, I thought I should express what I think of my most recent lover.

It is true that Dale found his first experience of his wife being taken care of by a black man, glorious beyond belief. And I can understand why. Mark is easily the best looking man I have ever slept with, and his chisselled body is beyond perfection. In fact he is everything a hotwife could want in a lover; gorgeous, sexy, confident, good company, perfect gentleman. And to top it off he fucks with an infinate energy and power that I have never in my life experienced! That being said, I had been in no rush to arrange round 2 with any immediacy. This drama free night of passion had been more than enough to keep me physically saited for a good while.

So instead, in the weeks that followed, I hankered after the psychological excitement provided by Master Jay. However, after the last party, where Jason attended to my psychological needs but left me wanting with regards to full penetration, I was hungry again for another good pounding from a fit young stud. The psychological mind-play, as I had experienced with Ian a year ago, could sometimes become too much - especially when I was always left wanting more. At times like this, the lesser exciting but drama free fun with Jerry had seemed appealing. One year on, a good pounding from my new fuck buddy, was exactly what I needed to take my mind off the desire to be dommed by Master Jay. And so I invited Mark to join Dale and I at the next party.

We had looked forward to this particular party. Although there appeared to be an overlap in the crowd that followed Jason's parties, these parties were unthemed. Dale is a gemini - after enjoying the role as compliant cuck at two of Jason's parties, he was now chomping at the bit for something different. He told me in no uncertain terms that it was his turn for some fun, and Mark had promised to help him out on his quest for pussy. I guess the smart guy understood that Dale needs to be kept happy if he is fuck Dale's wife!

Dale and I got talking to two other couples upon arrival, and we enjoyed sharing our experiences. I told them I had a date that night with my fuck buddy. But the look on the faces of these forty something year old MILFs, when my hot young stud eventually arrived, suggested that they thought they had been shown the key to the candy store! I realised there and then that I was expected to share my good fortune!

Mark was a great asset at a sex party; he knew exactly how to get a group of newbies playing. After warming up the dark haired MILF, with some light kissing and fondling, he passed her on to Dale. This was a good move - Dale may not have had the confidence to approach the attractive brunette himself, but with the lady of his choice now willingly submitting to him thus keeping him happy and busy, Mark was able to concentrate on his me.

I however was not interested in Mark, or being fucked for that matter. Instead I was fixated on watching my husband sensually kissing another woman and exploring her pussy with his fingers. I had never seen him do this before, but had fantasised about such a scene many times. Her husband sat on the big round bed, the other side from me, also watching in fascination. 

The blonde friend was itching to get involved. Eventually she could take it no more. She stripped off completely, and crawled across the bed like a cat who had just seen a saucer of cream. With a brief apologetic look at me, she proceeded to remove Mark's cock from his underpants and suck greedily. She'd clearly been waiting to do that since I had introduced her to this stud only an hour earlier. When she had had her fill, Mark lay her down, quickly rolled on a condom, and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. He then turned her over and he took her from behind with equal vigour.

I sat on the edge of the bed watching in amazement with the two husbands, whilst my two men played with their wives. I realised that if I select to take my time on the swing scene, then I will have to wait my turn! Dale was now engrossed in eating the brunette's pussy. The insatiable Mark, now done with the blonde, changed his condom ready for the next conquest. Dale quickly made way for the young stud, whilst another black guy moved in and took over fucking the blonde.

Soon, another couple joined the group on the bed, and Dale, with his new found confidence, got involved in a threesome. The blonde woman asked if she could touch me. I consented uncertainly, and felt even more uncertain as I felt her fingers explore me. Then the woman, who had recently joined the fun, turned to kiss me, as Dale and her husband both sucked and kneeded her ample breasts, as she lay on her back. The request for a kiss was a step too far though - watching my hubby play with such a curvaceous woman was incredible, but I had to conclude I really didn't like girl on girl!

Besides it was finally my turn with the popular Mark. Unfortunately though, I didn't have him for long, because he soon realised there was another woman on the bed that he hadn't attended to. The voluptuous woman, who has tried to kiss me, was now on all fours being fucked by someone whilst Dale played with a her large swaying breasts. Mark quickly changed condom for the unpteenth time and fucked her too. I was starting to lose count of the number of women Mark had taken in what had only been about half an hour. This was unbelievable. He never asked any of them, but yet every woman was willing!

Dale and I socialised for the next fews hours. Then towards the end of the evening we rendezvoused with Mark again. He had continued to be busy and very much in demand, but now with most of his sexual energy out of his system, he seemed ready for a more meaningful experienced with me. So we were back to the room with the round bed. Mark undressed, and started kissing me on the bed, removing my clothes at the same time. A large crowd started to form, and a number of men asked me if they could touch me.

Both naked, Mark lay on top of me and I could feel his cock nudging dangerously. 'Would you like it bare?' he whispered. 'No! put a condom on' I demanded shocked. He apologised and quickly rolled on a rubber. I was surprised at his suggestion; we have had enough conversation with Mark to know that he takes his sexual health very seriously, and always expects to practice safely. Dale told me later that he had asked him first if he could go bare with me, and that Dale had said it was up to me. With Mark clearly wanting a bareback relationship with me, I realised that he was probably hoping I would upgrade him from fuck buddy, and take him on as my main lover. For me, although sexual safety is important, the greater issue for me is the intimacy that bareback sex provides. Take away the physical barrier and the emotional barrier goes too. That was why I was so hurt by Ian, and why I have held back sexually with Jason. To share that level of intimacy with a lover is like touching their soul - a pathway I'm in no rush to repeat any time soon.

Dale sat down at the head of the bed, this time his turn to watch. Mark proceded to pound me for the next hour, first in missionary, then from behind. At one point Dale came fowarded and shoved his cock in my mouth, knowing how much I enjoy a spit-roast. But with the hard fucking Mark was giving me I couldn't focus on anything else, and just screamed with enjoyment. He only took a breather to lick my pussy. Then he inserted two or three fingers and stimulated me hard, until I felt that same familiar feeling as I had done with him in the hotel room back in January. My inner organs completely relaxed, and all of a sudden I squirted, leaving us both drenched. But in no time, Mark had me turned over on all fours until he shot his load into me.

Yet again Mark had left me feeling calm and satisfied. Unlike my experiences with Jason or Ian, I do not feel the emotional yearning for more after each session. This is good. This is what having a fuck buddy should be all about. Mark is intelligent, well-mannered and treats me well. He gives me drama free uncomplicated sex. There is no seduction, no mind games, just good quality hard fucking. Drop dead gorgeous men like Mark don't need to give these added frills.

But its not enough for me. I need the pychological mind manipulation that I get from Jason, or used to get from Ian. I want the added frills. I am addicted to the hypnotic mind-play, and will continue to strive to find this.......

The increasing desires for domination (part 3)

That night Dale and I had a number of offers from black men for some fun, although there was nobody who, on first impressions, I considered worth sleeping with. I knew Dale was annoyed with me for being too fussy. But at the end of the night we got talking to a man called Chris. He had realised I needed more persuasion, and perhaps thought the investment of a bit more time would be worth the prize. He chatted to us for a considerable length of time, taking a softer, more gentle approach than some of these Bulls. I wondered if I should reward Chris for his patience, but more importantly if I should give my husband the treat he'd been hoping for all night.

Master Jay soon took the decision away from me. I wound up sitting on the sofa in between Jason and Chris, and Jason was clearly going to use this opportunity to turn me into the 'black cock whore' he and Dale had dreamt about way back in November. As both men stroked my thighs, Jason asked if Chris and I had kissed. I told him that I hadn't had his permission. Oddly (or perhaps naturally) I didn't feel I needed Dale's consent. Permission was duly granted by Master Jay, and whilst in Chris's arms, Jason pulled up my dress, pushed my knickers to one side, and started to finger me.

This was going well until another black guy crashed in uninvited, and started wanking at my head. Thankfully, Jason realised my discomfort and dealt with the situation. He then resumed fingering me. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Jason instruct Chris to put his fingers in my pussy. Discretely Jason's fingers were replaced with Chris's, and they swapped places. Jason was now kissing me, and exploring my body with his hands. Then he looked at me intently with his hazel eyes, and told me what I good girl I was, and how pleased he was with me. Master Jay doesn't dish out compliments liberally, so my pride swelled, and I hoped Dale would be please with me too.

As usual it wasn't long before Dale was bored, and wanted his next fix. He unzipped my dress and removed my bra, so that both my two men could enjoy me more. With my knickers pushed to one side and dress around my waist, I enjoyed Chris kneeling on the floor eating my pussy, whilst Jason sucked my nipples and pulled on the piercings. Dale held my hand throughout, stroking my cheek from time to time, in order to give me both comfort and encouragement. I was starting to wonder if we should go somewhere more private, so I could fuck Chris under Jason's instruction. Unfortunately, the beginnings of this threesome were brought to an abrupt end when Jason got called away. With Jason gone I immediately lost interest in Chris - at the end of the day, I need the psychological excitement to enjoy sex.

Being dominated by Master Jay that night was an experience that had fulfilled so many of my deepest darkest fantasies, and I was fast realising that I could become addicted to submitting myself to a Dom. I spent the weekend racking my brain for a way to become a submissive on a more permanent basis, but still maintain an inclusive role for Dale that he finds acceptable. At the moment there is no obvious solution. The best I can come up is to carry on as I am, enjoying the occasional D/s experience when I am lucky enough to get it. The advantage of not formalising an arrangement with a Dom is that Dale and I keep our sexual freedom, but the flip side is that a domination experience may be few and far between and certainly not guaranteed. If Dale and I were to be Master Jay's cuckold couple, I know he would be a completely devoted Dom Bull, a privaledge I don't get as his occasional plaything. But at what cost?

Jason annoyed me a few days later, when he told me that everybody could see that I wanted to be his 'married bitch'. I was itching to tell him how much he wanted me to be his married bitch. But I bit my tongue. I've long realised that it is futile to argue with him. Besides I know that would not be very submissive of me! He also told me that he won't fuck me unless it's bareback and in my marital bed. I am well aware that if and when that happens, then I will be well and truly owned and collared, and there will be nothing I can do about it!

On a positive note, my 'sub' talents obviously made an impression, because over the course of the week that followed, in addition to much BBC interest for NSA fun, Dale and I had two very surprising invitations. The first was from a former Dom, now cuck. It seems upon meeting Dale and myself, memories of his previous life were rekindled, and Dale has received an offer for us to be this man's cuckold couple. The second proposition was from another married white guy, normally a voyeur, but with dreams of becoming a Dom. After seeing me in action last week, he asked me to consider becoming his sub!

Obviously life doesn't work like that. Whereas it is relatively easy to find a fuck buddy, the unique chemistry required for a D/s relationship is much rarer, so I cannot see myself accepting either of these offers. But I was intrigued to learn that others are also seeing in me what Jason sees.

And I wait with relish to find out where the next stage of our journey will take us....

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.

The increasing desires for domination (part 1)

For weeks I had been looking forward to Master Jay's party. It sounded like it was going to be an awesome event. But I was also excited about seeing Jason again, and was secretly hoping to continue where we had left off in at his January party. I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up though. Firstly he had said he rarely plays at his own parties. Secondly he always maintains that he will own us full on as his cuck couple, or not at all. I had told him how I felt about him, with regards to my 'sub feelings', but he was also aware that Dale had lost interest. And this, he had informed me, considerably changed the goal posts! Since that discussion he had backed off somewhat. So, although I had hoped Jason would play with me again, I was well aware that I might just have to settle for platonic friendship. 

I was also having doubts about whether I really truly wanted to be owned. When we first met Jason, back in November, nothing was happening for us, so his proposal was extremely tempting. And for me, it continues to be an appealing and very exciting idea. But since then, Dale and I have had a lot of fun with Mark who is keen for a repeat, and we are also back in communication with Ian. In addition we have been in contact with other party organisers. With the potential fun on the horizon for Dale and myself, I would have to question the benefits of giving all that up, in order to surrender ourselves into ownership with Master Jay. And even if Jason were to convince me, Dale would never agree to losing our sexual freedom, something we hadn't fully appreciated when we first discussed this arrangement with Jason.

In truth, I too, despite my increasing desires for domination, was going off the idea of being someone's permanent submissive. As an alternative I was starting to toy with the idea of having occasional D/s experiences. Ironically, this was probably all Ian had ever wanted from me anyway - he probably would have been very happy to dominate me for a night, then leave us to live our lives. It was me who had wanted more. But I was now interested in Jason, who sadly, was unlikely to accept me on this 'part time' basis.

But what I really really wanted from Jason, in my deeper fantasies, was to be tied up and whipped with a riding crop. Readers of this blog will know that I had historically wanted Ian to do this. But Ian was not really interested in this aspect of BDSM, nor had ever done it. And now that I had gone off Ian as a Dom, my increasing fantasies around domination involved Master Jay taking me to the dungeon, undressing me down to my knickers, tying my hands behind my back and beating me in front of everyone. Oh wow!!! My thoughts were becoming more advanced - all I had wanted from Ian was to be whipped in front of Dale in the privacy of our bedroom!

I was terribly nervous upon arrival at the party. I had put a considerable amount of time and effort into my appearance so that Jason could not resist playing with me. Unfortunately he was nowhere to be seen. We had met his primary sub upon arrival and she seemed very nice. It wasn't until we were being given a tour of the club by another guest, that we finally came across Jason. He was delighted to see me, and when he leant in close to kiss my cheek, his hand dropped down and skimmed my arse. He put his head through the door to the foyer where his sub was greeting guests, and asked if we had all met. Then I heard him say jokingly to her "have you scratched her eyes out yet?" Oh, I thought, what kind of pillow talk has been taking place about me?

Jason seemed put out that someone else was showing us around and not him. He then looked at me with pleasant surprise, and enthused about how gorgeous I looked - I don't think he had expected me to pull it off! He kissed me again, and this time his hand fondled my bottom purposefully, making it clear to the black man showing us around that I was his. I knew then that Jason had every intention of playing with me that night, and had come with that intention!

Sometime later we ran into Jason again. Deciding it was playtime, he took my hand and I obediently followed him to a room, with Dale tagging along behind. There were a couple of women on the bed being serviced by a number of black men, whilst their hubbies looked on. There were also other black men on the sidelines hoping for an invite to the fun. I knew Dale hoped that one day it would be me being serviced on the bed by numerous black men.

I leant against the wall and Jason started giving me teasing kisses. Eventually he couldn't take it any more and engulfed me passionately, his tongue exploring my mouth and hands exploring my body. He slipped his fingers underneath my knickers, and the sound of his breathing couldn't fail to hide his enjoyment. "Am I wet?" I asked him. "You are always wet for me" he murmured gruffly into my ear. Then he said with an edge,  "aren't you? You are always wet for me." He held onto my hair, and I said "yes Jason". Then he said softly again, but increasing his grip on my hair "I know you think about me all the time." His  seductive voice was like liquid honey, and I melted into the trappings of sub space as his fingers slid about in my sopping pussy. 

I couldn't resist touching the bulge in his trousers. I toyed with his zip, wondering whether to explore further, so he removed his cock for me and placed my hand on it. I started to feel some pressure on my head as he tried to push me down for a blowjob. I quickly came back to earth. I didn't want this. I didn't want to suck cock in front of lots of people, and despite the sexual attraction with Jason, I didn't want to get too intimate with him. I feared if we went too far, he would inevitably own me. I became very nervous, and Dale took me out of the room to calm down.

Upon return I was welcomed back by Jason. He embraced me against the wall, and firmly reassured me that he would look after me. I told him I didn't want him to fuck me, but I wanted him to whip me. He resumed kissing and fondling me, but before long, I had to share him with another Hotwife. I stood on the sidelines with Dale, and Jason watched me intently, as he moved his hands over her voluptuous body. I didn't take my eyes of him once. It wasn't long before he couldn't resist coming back to me, and he asked if he had made me jealous. I confirmed that he had, and he said "that's why I did it". "As long as you only kiss me' I told him possessively. Jason gave a dirty laugh, and kissed me ardently.

The jealously had turned me on so much, that in the heightened passion I bit Jason's neck. He pulled back shocked, and stared at me. His light hazel eyes, so incongruous against his dark olive skin and black hair, bore into me. OMG I thought, what's he going to do to me? Jason said nothing, kissed me again, then turned me around. I was bent over the bed, had my dress pushed up around my waist, and I was made to endure my first spanking from Master Jay. It was delicious. I had wanted him to do that for so long!

When he'd finished he sat next to me on the edge of the bed and cuddled me. Then I started to feel the hand of another man stroking my thigh. Jason was true to his word about looking after me, and promptly removed the uninvited hand. He then pushed me flat on the bed, and lay on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him, whilst he told me that he would fuck me one day, and that one day I would belong to him.

His voice was filled with urgency and wanting, and I stopped worrying about the outcome and just enjoyed. As Jason was whispering to me, Dale left the room to get water. Jason continued telling me that I was his, and I was to do as I'm told. It was so sexy. I drifted back into sub space, as he entered deep into the dark recesses of my mind, where even Ian hasn't managed to go.

Then Jason said he will only ever fuck me bareback. My senses started  to return. I told him we can't do it bare, because I'm not on the pill at the moment. He seemed annoyed at me spoiling the fantasy, and told me emphatically that he would breed me, and that I was to do as he said. I kept objecting and he kept repeating what would happen, until I could argue no more.

"There's something between us, and you feel it too" he told me firmly. Does that mean, I wondered, that this is fate, and that eventually I will end up being owned by Master Jay, however much I fight it?

Dale returned. He was clearly bored to see us still lying entwined on the bed, so decided to initiate some more action. He told Jason that I wanted him to take me to the dungeon.....

Party time - by Dale

The next event on our sexual journey in 2015, was another party organised by Master Jay. This event was on a larger scale than the small private party at the beginning of the year, and was held at a swingers club in London.

We were greeted at the door by Jason's primary sub, whom we had heard all about and were meeting for the first time that night. We then moved upstairs for a glass of fizz with other sexy guests. In my opinion, Sarah was by far the best looking woman in the club, and one could feel all the men undressing her with their eyes. We were disappointed that Jason was nowhere to be seen, as he had promised introduce us to other players. We were, however, immediately intercepted by a BBC that we had communicated with in the days leading up, and glasses in hand, we were escorted around the premises and shown all the playrooms.

On our way to the basement we finally bumped into Master Jay himself, who seemed somewhat put out that he had missed his chance to be our tour guide. Jason enthusiastically greeted Sarah, giving her a welcoming kiss and grope on the ass. Sarah playfully told him off for not being there when we arrived, and I noticed his ire rise. I took Sarah's hand and moved on, but could  hear Jason growling a warning to our escort to keep his hands off. We could see the crestfallen look descend upon our guide, as he had just spent the last fifteen minutes flirting shamelessly with Sarah, and clearly had some plans in store. He completed our tour, but kept a respectful distance thereafter. We once again realised that Master Jay is ring-master at his parties, and all his Bulls tow the line when in his presence.

After our tour we headed back up to the bar where we enjoyed another glass of bubbly.  We got talking to a attractive blond MILF who was there with her hubby. She was more experienced than us and had been at a few of Jason's parties.  While I was getting our glasses filled, the MILF took the chance to proposition Sarah. Although Sarah often talks about exploring her lesbian tendencies, she wasn't quite ready to take the plunge yet, so politely declined. But our evening was off to a promising start. 

We went to explore the club some more, chatting to various people along the way. Before long we caught up with Master Jay. He was clearly ready for some fun, and immediately took Sarah by the hand and led her to a room. I followed dutifully behind. The room was called the cuck and Bull room, aimed at couples looking for a BBC to entertain their wife. Inside, two women were well underway. One blond MILF was eagerly gobbling up a BBC, and it wasn't long before another joined their fun. The best entertainment was a gorgeous brunette being thoroughly serviced by a fit black man, whilest her husband stood by the bed playing with himself.

Jason positioned Sarah against the wall and proceeded to expertly seduce her. I hugely enjoyed the sight. As Jason passionately kissed my wife and gently caressed her, I was reminded of the enjoyment I had watching them the last time. Sarah seemed to be enjoying this session even more, throwing herself shamelessly at Master Jay, responding to his every touch like a bitch in heat. It wasn't long, however, before Sarah became overwhelmed. I guess wasn't ready for him taking his cock out and trying to push her to her knees in front of everybody, although I was secretly willing her to get stuck in! On her becoming anxious, Jason suggested I take her out of the room. I quickly managed to get her on an even keel, and within minutes she was gagging to get back to Master Jay!

Picking up where they left off, Sarah was quickly coaxed back into horniness. After some very ardent kissing and groping, including her squatting on his hand for a good fingering, Master Jay bent her over the bed. Lifting up her lace dress, he administered a spanking to her ample backside which she clearly loved. By now Sarah was well and truely away. They put on a good show for the others in the room, including the husband of the brunette on the bed, who later confessed he is a voyeur and loved every minute. Once Sarah was sated, Jason lay her done gently and climbed on top of her for a cuddle. Sarah instinctively wrapped her legs around him. I took this moment to go back to the bar and replenish our drinks. Whilst away I reflected on how well things were going, and hoped that Sarah was finally turning into a true slut Hotwife. 

At the bar I recalled Sarah's desire for Jason to take her to the dungeon. This would be a new experience for her, and one that she was keen to explore.  Upon my return to the cuck and Bull room, Sarah and Jason were still entwined on the bed whispering softly to each other. Definately time to move things on, I thought. So I put the dungeon request to Jason, who immediately leapt off the bed and enthusiastically led us there. 

On entering the dungeon, and without any hesitation, Sarah was willingly positioned on a padded bench; head down, ass in the air, in a standard submissive position. Jason pushed her dress up to her waist, and began lightly grazing her ass cheeks with a leather flogger. This once again exposed her black lace panties and white ass cheeks to the assembled crowd. Jason continued to smack, flog, caress, and whip Sarah for the best part of the next hour, and she willingly submitted. This punishment was interspersed with loving words and gentle touches, whenever she seemed to be struggling with the pain. The dungeon was charged with sexual excitement, as Jason's primary sub was also being similarly beaten by a dominatrix. Another couple were enjoying the delights of the cane. From time to time Sarah's disobedience got the better of her, and she would raise her head to look around, only to have her head forced back down. At each transgression she had to endure an extra brutal whack of the flogger to her ever increasing red behind.

It wasn't long before word got round of what was happening in the dungeon, and the crowd swelled to about thirty people all eager to see the subs being disciplined. Sarah came off worst, as she had not yet learnt how to respect her Dom. By contrast Jason's primary sub bravely submitted and took her beaten from the dominatrix without flinching. Eventually Jason decided enough was enough for Sarah's first trip to the dungeon. He left us together to recover, whist he went off to play with yet another willing victim. 

I took Sarah upstairs for a much needed drink and relax. We watched some of the other Hotwives being serviced by black bulls, then after a while headed back to the dungeon. But by then all subs had been attended to, and the dungeon was empty.  We ended up in the basement with another couple and Jason. The BBCs do seem very good at sniffing out the MILFs, and one that we had spoken to earlier, reappeared started to chat Sarah. I could tell Chris wasn't really her type, and she was struggling to connect, but Jason came to the rescue.

With Jason now sitting next to Sarah on the sofa, she relaxed and once again started getting turned on. He wasted no time in stroking her thigh and leaning in for another kiss. The play started again, as his hand explored her body, and his tongue moved in and out of her mouth. Sarah melted in his arms. The hopeful Chris positioned himself on Sarah's other side, and started mirroring Jason's every move. As I held Sarah's hand, Jason skillfully kept Sarah on edge, and encouraged Chris to get more involved. I particularly remember Jason, whilst fingering her, looking across at Chris and tellinghim to put his hand on Sarah's freshly shaved pussy. Without Sarah realising Jason had discreatly replaced his fingers with Chris's, who took over pleasuring Sarah with equal expertise.

She seemed quite happy with the beginnings of this threesome. It looked like she was finally going to give herself to another black cock, and take another step in her journey to becoming my ultimate fantasy for her, of a black cock whore. Ever impatient, I suggested I undo Sarah's dress and and remove her bra to, which Jason exclaimed "well now we're getting somewhere!" I was delighted to see Jason and Chris's eyes widen at the sight of her firm pert tits and pierced nipples. Within seconds they were each on a breast sucking furiously. Despite all the play with Jason, this was actually the first time Sarah had been topless for him, and he clearly was impressed with the offering.

Sadly, all this happened very late, and as the club was about to close, Jason was called away, leaving Chris munching on her pussy. Sarah quickly lost interest now that Jason was no longer there to provided the psychological excitement, and I knew this was only headed one way.  As Chris was not picking up on her body language, it was up to me to step in and bring the proceedings to a conclusion.

Shortly after that, we said our goodbyes and called it a night. And what a night it had been!!

The floodgates open with a BBC - by Dale

I had been trying to encourage Sarah for many years to sample the delights of a BBC. As readers of my Twitter account will know, Sarah had been almost BBC exclusive for the best part of ten years, prior to meeting me, and had mistakingly thought, she had had her fill. However she was misguided. Master Jay had very kindly put us in touch with the stunning Mark, and from all we had seen it looked like all my Christmases were about to come at once !!! The pictures we had seen showed a stunningly fit body, a gorgeous face, and a real twinkle in his eye. And most importantly he did not include any cock shots, which would have offended Sarah from the start!

We agreed to meet at a swanky roof top bar in London, and unlike many of our past dates with BBCs, he was on time, at the bar waiting for us, and immediately offered to buy Sarah and I a drink. We were off to a great start, and all Sarah's boxes were being ticked. The conversation flowed naturally and we soon found out that this urbane, well dressed gentleman had been born in Africa, but brought up in the States, and had lived in many places throughout the world. I thought we had died and gone to heaven. 

Over a couple of drinks we discussed backgorunds, journeys and expectations. Mark and Sarah got closer together and more flirtatious. Eventually I couldn't take it any more and suggested that we head back to our hotel room for some fun. Mark held Sarah's hand throughout the short walk, as I led the way. In the lift Mark could wait no longer, and turning to Sarah, kissed her, and let his hands wander over her body. What a sight it was for me watching from the other side of the lift, and seeing their reflection in the mirrors!

In the hotel room Mark wasted no time, and immediately tore Sarah's clothes from her body. Perhaps quicker than I would have liked, but this BBC meant business. With camera to hand, to capture every minute, I stood back and led them have their fun.

Mark proved to be a love machine, and for the next four hours, pounded Sarah non-stop. This young black stud had her in every position, and seemed to have an unending thirst for sex. The contrast of their skin was truly amazing; Sarah's milky white body lying under this dark velvety god, and seeing her legs and arms wrapped around him was sheer bliss for me. The one thing that really sticks out in my mind though was whenever Mark took a breather from fucking her, he used his fingers to make her gush like an oilwell. This technique and outcome was a new experience for both of us, and the e effect of the floodgates opening only infamed him more, as each time his cock was back inside her for another bought of vigorous sex.

After an exhausting and highly pleasurable four hours of non-stop fucking, Sarah was left satisfied and realising that I had been completely right. In my opinion Sarah only deserves being pleasured by a BBC, and we will definately arrange a repeat.