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.