Reaquainting with our Bull

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becoming Ian's sub

This  is the first of a 4 part series detailing our date with our Bull at a naturist club.

So it seems that Ian is to be my only lover - we gave up on Ed months ago, and have now binned Jerry, and we can't find anybody else who makes the grade. In the previous blog about Red Herrings, I concluded that longevity leads to trust. I now accept that it is part of the game with Ian that I have to text him, that I have to chase him. I used to think he wan't interested, but over time I realise he is smitten with me, and that us, as a couple, give him much of what he needs. This trust that has built up over time, despite our frustration at his ellusiveness, led me tell him I wanted to be his sub. I trusted him that he would go at the my pace, and would not ask me to do anything I wasn't ready for. 

But after a number of lengthy text message conversations over the past few weeks, leading up to our forthcoming date at a naturist club a few nights ago, I started to wonder what I had gotten myself into. I had been looking forward to him tying me up and blindfolding me in the privacy of our bedroom (if he ever makes the time to come to our house). However he was looking forward to me sucking other men's cocks under his instruction, whilst Dale watches. He told me that I would be rewarded with his cock and his tongue if I was a good girl and obeyed him. He says that he is in charge, but that I am allowed to be feisty when it as just the three of us. However when others are there, both myself and Dale were to obey him unquestioningly. He confirmed to me that when being introduced to others, I would be his Sub and he my Dom and Dale the cuck hubby. I loved the way he talked to me, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for the stuff he was speaking about. I felt disillusioned - I had trusted him to go at my pace and he had always promised that he would go one step at a time. Upon my request to be his Sub he had gone up several gears. I started to fear that this would all blow up and it would be me that gets hurt.

Then the night we were to meet in the naturist club, he made it worse by telling us to meet him there, instead of going for a drink first as we usually do. His tone was bossy and it unnerved us. Dale intervened and insisted we go to a pub to relax ourselves first, so Ian backed off. In the end he got his own way - due to our decision to drive into London, we got caught in the most horrendous traffic and were embarrassingly late. Ian told us he would wait for us in the club. He said his phone would be in a locker but I was to come and find him dressed in a towel and then expose myself for all to admire upon meeting.

Well that was just great. I had got all dressed up for him in my new mini skirt, new heals and I very low cut top with a push-up bra. I knew I looked amazing. I really wanted him to see me looking so good. Our lateness also completely played into his hands as he now had an hour on his own at the club to find men for me to suck. I was extremely unhappy with how this was going. Dale reaasured me that his text messages were just talk, just him expressing his fantasies, which he always does, and that when we meet him he will be nice and gentle as usual. I hoped Dale was right.

We entered the club and stood by the changing room searching for him in the bar area. He saw us and come over. Exellent, I thought he will see me in my new outfit. He put his hand on my waist and leaned in close to kiss my cheek,  then said softly but authoritatively 'So are you gonna get changed?' I immediately obeyed and scampered into the changing room at this intruction. OMG, what's he going to make me do tonight, I thought.....

Find out what happened by reading the next blog, 'Reacquainting with our Bull'.

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....