Fifty shades for real

I had always known Ben had it in him to be a seducer and a Dom, but it was my impatience that caused my negativity. Ben had control where I lacked, and I respected this control as an essential attribute of a good Dom. I trusted him completely that he would never hurt me physically or emotionally due to any careless or wilful act, and this trust is probably the most important starting point in a D/s relationship.

The unexpected second date took place at another rural pub half way between where we lived. We met him for lunch, and sat outside in the beer garden enjoying one of the first real hot days of summer. It started off friendly and platonic. But whilst Dale was at the bar, Ben slowly leant across the table, looked at me intently, and with deliberate precision removed a stray bit of hair from my sweater. There was a sexual charge that left me feeling flustered, and I looked down submissively. Nothing further happened upon Dale's return, but Ben had planted a seed that I knew he would come back to nurture later. I didn't have to wait long. When Dale was at the bar later, Ben swapped places and sat beside me. I felt an electric charge between us as he gently caressed my thighs. When Dale returned with another round of drinks, Ben, without batting an eyelid, continued to act like I was his girl. We finished our meals and a Dale suggested Ben come back with us - well what else could my husband do given what was developing in front of him?

Back at our house, Dale made tea whilst I sat nervously on the sofa next to my new Dom. But he made no move until Dale joined us in the lounge, then respectfully asked my husband's permission to kiss me. Ironically Ben did not ask me, but then I am the sub. I looked at Ben and waited your him to kiss me. Gently he held my face then planted the softest most sensual kiss on my lips. The control he exerted was intense and made me hyperventilate, the way I always do with a Dom. He continued to kiss me gently and sensually and I relinquished all control to him until I nearly had an orgasm! I could feel the light touches of his fingers tracing my neck as I started spiralling towards sub-space. His hand very slowly moved lower as he kissed me, lightly and sensually skimming my collar bone until his hand rested on my breast. As his hand gently fondled me I tried desperately to calm down. Relinquishing that amount of control unnerved me. 'You're wearing too many clothes' he whispered in my ear, as his pulled my sweater over my head. Then kissing my neck and tracing the outline of my more exposed breasts with one hand, he competently unclipped my bra with the other. He breathed delight as he slipped me out of my bra and cupped both my bare breasts with his hands, both deliciously receptive, before lowering his head to gently suckle on each sensitive nipple.

Inches away from sub-space I managed to regain control. I took him upstairs to our bedroom so he could make love to me. I lay back on the bed whilst he ravished my whole body with sensual kisses. I was now back in control and sub space was no longer with grasp. I this point I was looking forward to being thoroughly fucked by this fit stud. He kissed me slowly up the insides of my thighs until he reached my knickers, which he slowly removed and then continued to kiss. When he had finished preparing me with his mouth, Ben mounted me. I could feel his cock between my legs dangerously close to my opening. He continued to prod with his hungry instrument until Dale said 'condom?' Ben stopped and Dale threw him a rubber which Ben quickly rolled on before reestablishing his position on top of me. Covered up he wasted no time in plunging his big hard cock into me. Kissing me at the same time he made love to me with a need suggesting he hadn't had sex in a good while. I lifted my legs high and he adjusted his fit body so I could position my legs around his neck and enjoy his cock deeper.

After a while I begged him to take me from behind. He was soon fucking me hard on all fours. He was more dominant now, and the sensual love-making was replaced by hard purposeful fucking. At intervals he would spank my bottom hard, and I just let him do what he wanted. He flipped me back onto my back again and mounted me like a bear, grabbing hold of my wrists at the same time and forcing my arms high above my head. Pinned to the marital bed, whilst Dale stood on the sidelines with his camera, he fucked me with a supreme sense of control that I found quite an aohrodisiac. In trusting this control I allowed myself to submit again. When he thought I was obeying him, he let go of my wrists, but I yearned to touch his hard muscles of his chest and abs, and run my fingers through the thick layer of hair that covered his body adding to his manliness. In the end I couldn't resist and disobediently reached out to touch him. Within an instant he had grabbed my wrists and forced them back into place. I tried it on again a few minutes later only to receive the same reaction. There was clearly no messing with this Dom!

When Ben decided he'd had enough of fucking me, he positioned me against the wall and tied me up using the red rope from Dale's drawer of toys. The outcome was a work of art. He bossed me about during the procedure, telling me to put my shoulders back and improve my posture. I liked doing as I was told and being reduced to a childlike state - it was strangely relaxing. He then ordered me to lie on the bed where I was blindfolded and had my nipples clamped. For the next hour of so Ben completely focused on me and I selfishly enjoyed the undivided attention that I was getting from my new lover, who was insisting now that I call him 'Sir'. Still in bondage and blindfolded I experienced many sensations from tickling to whipping to stroking. I had very satisfactory red marks on my arse and boobs afterwards. 

An hour later he suddenly stopped the torment and unexpectedly removed the blindfold. 'Hello' he said in a gentle friendly manner, completely incongruous to how he'd been moments before when dominating me. I blinked in the blinding daylight of the early summer evening. Slowly as my eyes adjusted, his gentle baby face with a sweet smile came into focus. He was sitting beside me on the edge of the bed caringly tucking the bed throw around by body to keep me warm. I was released!

Introducing Ben

So after we called it a day with both Ian and Jason in late April, we managed to generate a lot of fun for ourselves during the month of May in the form of a large scale party, a house party and a visit from Jonny, as described in our recent blogs, 'the big black lie', 'the soft sweet skin of a woman', 'further desires for domination' and 'my lover in the marital bed'. What I haven't yet talked about is a Dom Bull we started communicating with in early April, whom I've briefly mentioned in the blog 'milking the fantasy'.

Dale found Ben for me. When it became evident to him that Jason was a non-starter, Dale started to look for someone else to fill that role for me. After scouring the internet, he came up with Ben, a BDSM Dom who was also very experienced on the swing scene. However Ben was different from other Dom's I had met. In contrast to the eccentric bachelors, with their odd habits and peculiarities, this Dom was a happily married man living a comparatively very 'normal' life, albeit in an open marriage. The way Ben conducted himself, communicated, made arrangements was easy and straightforward. He gave us no frustrating bullshit that we had become used to from Ian upon trying to make arrangements. And the aggressive demands and purile game-playing, that I had put up with during my envolvement with Jason, was certainly not Ben's style. I started to wonder if married men were easier to deal with, less complicated, have the same standards as Dale and myself. They don't suffer from the irritating symptoms of what I call 'bachelor syndrome'; symptoms of unreliability, disorganisation, and selfishness! 

Ben's approach, as an experienced BDSM Dom, was also different. First and foremost, he made it a priority to get to know Dale and myself intimately. He also made sure he found out from both of us what we both wanted, what he could do for us. This was surprisingly refreshing. By contrast I remember back a year ago how Ian, with whom there was on reflection a serious shortage of deep conversation, had spent months banging on about how eventually I would have several men cumming all over me. Ian didn't know me well enough to understand how horrifying I found this idea, and I didn't know him well enough to explain how I felt. He had always said I should trust him that he would only ever ask me to do something I wouldn't love. I realise now that it was wrong to trust someone who didn't take the time to get to know me properly, and that he was using his privaledged role as my so-called Dom for his own selfish desires. Jason was worse than Ian in his demands, though in Jason's defense he was the first to admit his inflexibility in his requirements for his subs, and in fairness poor communication was never the issue with him.

If I were to criticise Ben though, he was possibly too slow in his approach. He took his time in assessing us, which maybe made it harder to create the exciting tempo I had become used to in other D/s relationships. On the other hand, Dale and I had experienced first hand the disastrous effects of not taking time to properly get to know a Dom, so maybe Ben was right to foresake the blind euphoria in the first instance, in order to get it right in the long run and save people from hurt and disapointment. However I ebbed and flowed over a number of weeks as texts messages seemed to take off then hit a brick wall. I guess Ben realised the right vibe wasn't bring created, so one afternoon he phoned me. And after that phone call I realised why he was a Dom. OMG, do all Dom have that liquid honey voice that makes me weak at the knees, my mouth dry and makes me hyperventilate with excitement? I don't recall what Ben and I talked about; some of it was general stuff and some sexual. But his liquid honey voice, soft but authorative, simply made me want to submit completely to this man!

We finally met Ben for a social towards the end of April, after some weeks of communication. This  happened on the same week as our decision to call it a day with Ian and Jason, so it's possible that Ben represented a new beginning for us. Certainly in the days leading up to this new beginning, Ben had built me up to believe he would get me into sub-space when we meet for the first time. Privately I was hoping for the merciless seduction that I had craved for so long, and if that were to be achieved, sub-space was a likely outcome.

However when we met Ben for dinner in a rural pub it didn't quite go that way. He was nice, he was a gentleman, he was charming to talk to, and I was attracted to him. But he didn't take it to the next level. He listened a lot. He seemed to understand what had gone wrong with other Doms before. He was like a psychologist assessing the situation. At no point did he try to take it forward or push any boundaries. Half way through I realised with disapointment that he wasn't going to on this occasion. I guess his only intention was to find out about us, so that he could work out the best approach.

After a couple of hours he drew the evening to a close. I had finally managed to get some eye contact with him, so this was not what I wanted to hear. I was now drunk, horny and frustrated. I no longer cared about developing a D/s relationship, I just wanted a mindless foolish seduction followed by a crazy fucking by this sexy man. However Ben remained sober and in control and did not pander to my horniness. As a true gentlemen he insisted on paying for dinner, then we trooped outside to our cars. Feeling rejected I followed the men reluctantly to the carpark like a spoilt child. Ben and Dale shook hands and Dale went to open the car door. I stood in front of Ben to say goodbye.

Then he kissed me. He kissed me very gently and sensually, and the kiss was emphasized by his hand suggestively stroking the front of my neck, implying what he may like to do were he to dominate me one day. I immediately responded to the kiss the way I always respond to someone with whom I have a D/s chemistry with; I melted with ecstasy and hyperventilated as I relinquished control to my new Dom. Unfortunately that feeling didn't last, and I went home still feeling horny and frustrated and childishly annoyed that he was making me wait for the ultimate prize of true domination that I so desired. I knew really why he wasn't rushing it, and experience has told me how emotionally damaging it can be to get it wrong. But I had become addicted to being in sub-space and I wanted him to push my boundaries, foolishly not caring about the consequences.

Things went downhill a bit after that. Ben would text me giving me daily tasks to do. The tasks were always benign as he assessed how I would respond before he took his role as my Dom up a level. Unfortunately being given these instructions didn't work for me, and I started to question whether this whole thing was going to work at all. On paper, after what we'd been through he was too good to be true, but in reality every time he got me excited we would hit a dead-end. Ben realised too that text messages just didn't seem work for us. So he phoned me again, and I heard his familiar liquid honey voice of a Dom, and melted yet again.

Text messaging subsided after that phone call. We both realised that, for us, text messaging didn't have the desired effect. I also stopped worrying about sub-space. I realised I was trying too hard to create something, and that I should just let it happen naturally. Also May came with various distractions in the form of parties and new friends. Our new friend Bruce was always hovering in the background, very keen to take me on as a new sub. And old friends were also distractions; Mark made me a not unexpected offer which temporarily turned my attention away from my desire to be dominated, and our friendship with Jonny seemed to hold a lot of promise. On the other hand, Ben, due to his work and his wife, was rarely available at weekends, and as I had not at that time been intimate with him, it was easy to turn my attention to men with who I was already in a sexual relationship with.

Then just as we were starting to think Ben may have been a red herring, or perhaps something to soften the blow after Ian and Jason, he reappeared. The three of us met at short notice for lunch over the spring bank holiday weekend. It turned out to be a lot more than lunch. Read the next blog 'fifty shades for real' to find out what happened.

My lover in the marital bed

The next thing that happened was another meet with Jonny. We hadn't seen him since his party as he'd been overseas on business. But towards the end of May we arranged for him to come to our house for the evening. If he were to actually turn up he would be my first lover to come to our house in that manner. Admittedly he had been here before so it wouldn't be the first time I had him in our marital bed, as described in 'Inpromptu fun - part 2',  but that occasion had been unplanned. This time we were inviting my lover to have dinner with us at our house followed by unbridled passionate sex in the marital bed. 

I needn't have worried about him showing up, but I guess I'd been too badly burnt by Ian. Jonny pulled up in his flashy car bang on time, dressed in a crisp shirt and blazer looking every bit the former army officer. He looked so handsome, and I knew I was very lucky to have him as a lover. But it was a bittersweet moment; how wonderful it was to have this gorgeous and well-mannered gentleman come to visit, something I had long dreamt of. But it was supposed to have been Ian coming to dinner followed by making love to me in our bed. So many times we had tried to arrange, what had been Ian's idea, only to be let down time and time again. It had by comparison been so straightforward arranging Jonny; one text conversation, date put in the diary, arriving when he said he would. No bullshit, no ASAPs, no reminding or pushing. Maybe I am too harsh on single bachelors!

I was still getting ready for Jonny when he arrived, so he was chatting to Dale in the lounge when I came down. I entered the lounge wearing a mini skirt and my red heels that I knew he loved and he stood up to greet me enthusiastically. He looked delighted at what he saw. I shyly sat next to him keeping a respectable distance, and we made small talk. He asked us if we'd had much fun recently and was very pleased to hear that we had been to a few parties and had played with Alex and Laura again. It's a conversation I'm still getting used to, but that I am embracing whole-heartedly - the wonderful incestuousness of the swing scene, the lack of jealousy and pocessiveness, the complete freedom to enjoy sex with friends and share partners. Jonny didn't bat an eyelid that there had been others since him, and it was liberating. 

Jonny on the other hand had not had sex since his party a month ago, and I soon realised how he was suffering the withdrawal symptoms. I had not intended to get intimate with him prior to dinner, but the minute Dale stepped into the kitchen, Jonny was all over me with an urgency of a man who had been celebate for a month. He tugged at my top and pulled on my knickers, so horny that he couldn't make up his mind what part of my body to explore first, or what item of clothing to remove first! His breathing sounded desperate, he was a man in need of sex! Dale returned at intervals to watch and take photos. Jonny pulled me onto his lap and I straddled him in my short skirt and kissed him. He then started to calm down and focus. He removed my top then reached round and unclipped by bra. With my breasts in his face he fondled their softness as he licked the nipples.

He then reached round my behind with one hand and started to finger my pussy whilst I was straddled on him. This got him excited again and he started tugging at his flies. 'Would you like me to suck you?' I offered, noticing the hard bulge trying to get out. 'Yes please!' he breathed desperately. Trying to calm this horny man down I undid the zip of his jeans, extracted his hard throbbing rod and placed my lips soothingly over the helmet. Jonny immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and lay back into the sofa, still fully clothed, not even having removed his blazer. I didn't suck him for long, just enough to calm him down. We proceeded to undress each other and I lay on top of him with his hard cock next to my pussy. After kissing for some time with his cock prodding dangerously, he finally said 'would you like me to fuck you?' A condom was produced and he fucked me with a renewed urgency and horniness. First I rode him, then he took me over the arm of the sofa. Then Dale called us through for dinner. 

We undressed again after dinner and resumed where we had left off on the sofa whilst Dale cleared up in the kitchen. This time Jonny ate my pussy whilst pushing his cock in my face. When Dale was ready to join in we all trooped upstairs to the marital bed. More fucking took place in various positions with Dale taking photos. Later Dale joined us on the bed and I had my husband and lover pleasuring me together. Dale got out his riding crop and started to whip me as I lay next to Jonny. He then cheekily touched Jonny's hard cock with the whip, which Jonny clearly loved. So he hit harder and Jonny reacted positively again. Dale seemed to be in his stride dominating myself and my lover with his riding crop. Jonny had always said he would dom me if I wanted but I had never encouraged him. I had always known he was sub, despite his insistance that he was switch. That moment proved that he was indeed very sub, much to Dale's delight.

I decided I wanted to cum for both my husband and lover at the same time. Again something I had always dreamt about doing for Ian in the marital bed. But it Jonny who was right here next to me in the bed and not Ian - it was time to move on and have fun with those who deserved it. I removed my Rabbit from my bedside drawer, inserted it and allowed the ears to vibrate soothingly on my clit, whilst my men provided me with additional stimulation. Receiving such undivided attention from more than one person had been something I was getting very used to! Then as I approached orgasm Jonny starting wanking over me. I reached an explosive climax which Jonny looked amazed at, then he allowed himself to let go too, and shot his load all over my breasts. Well of course Dale was right in there cleaning up with his tongue.

There was a lovely after-feeling as I cuddled between the two men. It was wonderful; there was no competition for me, no jealously, no guilt. Sexual freedom when explored properly is so enormously liberating. 

Further desires for domination

After the first orgy at Bruce's party was concluded, we all congregated downstairs for a slice of pizza. I chatted to Bruce, finding myself drawn to his relaxed Autralian manner. There was clearly a connection between myself and this tall eccentric man, but I was unsure if I fancied him or not, and his approach towards me was very platonic. As we talked he took his flaccid cock out of his trousers, in an almost absent minded sort of way, and started to stroke it. Despite this being a sex party, his action seemed somewhat incongruous to the situation, especially as there was no suggestion or implication from Bruce that he intended to play with me. I made a tongue in cheek comment about him standing there in his kitchen with his dick hanging out of his trousers, and he responded by saying it was his house!

Before long most people were upstairs for round 2. I was lucky enough to be fucked by Alex again. He was a really good fuck and I really fancied him. However, I knew I didn't truly stand a chance with him and his bisexual wife, unless I learnt to fully appreciate women. Dale and I both enjoyed playing with this couple, but I knew Laura would soon tire of being fucked by Dale and only getting soft play with me, unless I completely let go from a bisexual perspective. And as much as I reckoned I could convince Alex that he should enjoy fucking me, I knew he would have to make sure his wife was happy. In the meantime I just enjoyed him fucking me with all his might from behind until he shot his load. Laura as always was by his side sharing in his pleasure and seemed to thoroughly enjoyed his explosive climax almost as much as him, and certainly as much as me.

I lay down spent on the bed and before long Bruce appeared out of nowhere. 'May I lick this pussy?' he asked me, but it was more of an informative statement than a request. I'd barely had a chance to agree before the host had his tongue between my pussy lips. I hadn't expected this. He had shown no indication that he was interested in playing with me, but this just made his actions seem so deliciously rude. He then pulled his face away, and slowly inserted a finger inside me. With calculated expertise Bruce's long figure immediately hit a G spot I hadn't realised was there. A few more slow calculated jabs of his finger and I felt my womb spasm. I started to trickle and on cue he gave a few more fast wiggles of his finger and to my surprise I gushed over the bed. I looked at my new friend with a new found admiration.

Then the Dom in Bruce came out. He produced his now hard cock from his trousers, rested his hand across my throat, then ordered me to suck him. Obediently I opened my mouth and closed it over his shaft. Laura and Alex appeared, Laura holding a wand which she proceeded to use on my clit. Alex watched intently as his wife pleasured me. Dale on the other side of me, having fucked two women that night, was for once in his life happy to sit back and watch his wife being used. My hands were restrained with luggage straps and I drifted towards sub space as Bruce held and released his hold on my neck, talking to me the whole time in a low Dom-like voice. 'Tell me you're a slut' he said softly, maintaining a hold on my neck. I starred back, helpless and unable to breath, but feeling strangely relaxed. The restraining and temporarily asphixiation forced me to completely relax my body thus deterring the otherwise inevitable discomfort. Bruce released his hold on my neck to allow me to answer. I shook my head instead. 'Tell he what a slut you are' he said in the same low voice but more assertively. He pressed my neck again, this time harder and more threatening before releasing. I shook my head again. 'Tell me what a slut you are' Bruce growled, lightly slapping my face. 'I'm a slut' I conceded. 'Good girl' he said softly again. He replaced his hand back on my neck. All the time Laura kept the wand vibrating soothingly on my pussy. When Bruce had finished tormenting me Laura switched off the wand and climbed on top of me. Kissing me gently on the mouth, I wrapped my legs around her body noticing how my legs slotted neatly into the dip of her waist, feeling so different from the straight body of a man. She told me that we should go to their house so she and her husband could tie us up and dominate us. She told me she would also fuck me with a strap-on. OMG! I felt completely blown away. It had never occurred to me that I could be dommed by a couple. Or more than one person for that matter. Given the aggression from Bruce, and that I was being used for others' enjoyment, I felt surprisingly relaxed. I liked being forced to submit. I also liked the attention I was getting from all these people. I had never realised how being dommed was the ultimate in personal attention.

After most of the guests had gone home, Bruce took his role as my prospective new Dom up a level. Dale and I were downstairs when Bruce came back inside following a cigarette. He leant down and kissed me romantically for the first time. I felt a chemistry between us. But he then grabbed my hair roughly before pushing me to my knees. I was then instructed to put my hands behind my back as he pulled his cock out again, and ordered me to suck him. 'Look at your husband whilst you suck me' he said slapping his cock up and down on my tongue. 'Tell him what a slut you are' he growled at me pulling harder on my hair until it hurt. I looked up at him with my neck contorted back due to the pull on my hair. Bruce slapped my face again when I refused to answer, this time harder. I was shocked, and wondered if this was going too far. 'I'm a slut' I whispered. 'Look at Dale when you say that' he demanded slapping me again.

Unfortunately I had to tell Bruce that he had taken this beyond my comfort level with the face slapping. To be fair to him he immediately appologised and assured me that he will not do that again. But the next day and for some days after I had an incredibly stiff neck. I had assumed Bruce, as an experienced Dom, had known what he was doing with the breathing control, which at the time had been enormously erotic. I felt it right to tell him he had hurt me, to which he also appologised for. I guess I shouldn't assume that an experienced Dom necessarily knows how to play safely, and I realised I was still looking for the real Fifty Shades.

The soft sweet skin of a woman

Dale has touched upon a party in May in his last blog, 'a cuckold's dillusion', where we met a couple in their fifties called Tony and Sharon. We have since met them at a number of parties, and Sharon was my first bi experience. She is slim, blonde and pretty, but her breasts are huge, and when I first met her I couldn't stop staring at her magnificent assets that she carried around so proudly. It was Mark who was yet again was the catalyst to getting things started, and upon Sharon and Tony agreeing to join the three of us, we all trooped upstairs to find a free room.

As Tony shamelessly fucked my face, I could see out of the corner of my eye Dale and Mark taking it in turns to pleasure Tony's wife. This buxom vixen was receiving a lot of attention from my husband and my lover as they fucked, licked and fingered her. After Tony had taken me, I turned my attention to the MMF going on next to me in front of an appreciaciative audience. Sharon was being taken from behind by Mark whilst she pleasured my husband in her mouth. I watched her beautiful large firm breasts swaying underneath her, and wondered if she would mind if I touched them. Dale soon tired of the cock sucking and turned his attention to what I knew were the biggest boobs he had ever played with. He told me they were amazing and suggested I try. I tentatively put my hand underneath her and gently fondled her smooth full udders. I found I couldn't get enough of them, and with my growing confidence I used both hands to kneed and squeeze these maginificent breasts, marvelling at their softness and weight. Sharon didn't seem to mind at all being groped by Dale and myself whilst my lover took her from behind. When Mark had finished fucking her, Sharon got up onto her knees. She then fondled and licked my own less impressive assets, telling me at the same time what nice breasts I had. Sitting cross legged next to her, I reached out and held her breasts in my hands, again enjoying the weight and softness. I then did something I had always desired to to - I leaned down and suck on each nipple. It was divine. I had longed dreamt of playing with such huge firm beautiful breasts. But it was the softness that completely blew me away. Then Sharon leant down and and licked my clit. She didn't do this for long and I was unsure about it. I wasn't quite ready to go this far with a woman.

Two weeks later we met Sharon and Tony at a private party hosted by a recently acquired friend called Bruce. I was pleased to see Alex and Laura whom we had played with at Jonny's party in April. Laura also has a beautiful body - slim with large breasts, although not quite on Sharon's level. I had admired her body the first time we had met, and had received enormous pleasure watching Jonny, my other lover, clearly enjoy playing with her boobs whilst she sat on his knee. Later I had wanted to touch her breasts but didn't know how to go about it. 

Bruce's party started off pretty hard core from quite early on, with a foursome quickly taking place between Alex and Laura, and another couple. Dale started to undress Sharon, whilst Tony removed my dress. I watched in amazement as Dale grabbed Sharon's enormous boobs from behind causing them to bulge out of her bra. I just had to join in. So I went up to her whilst her husband fondled me, and started playing with her. I then reached behind and unclipped her bra so that her magnificent breasts tumbled out. I was more confident this time, having played with her before, so I immediately took her boobs in both hands. Squeezing and kneeding her magnificent assets, I again marvelled at the weight in my hands, before lifting them to my mouth and licking her nipples.

Things developed. Dale, Sharon and Tony joined the foursome on the bed. I watched Sharon being fucked from behind by Carl, a black guy whom we'd met some time ago at Jason's hotel party. I could see my husband fingering someone's pussy, and Tony doing what seemed to be his trademark face-fucking! Alex, whom I had played with at Jonny's party and was keen for a repeat with, beckoned me over. But this orgy had taken place was too fast. I wasn't ready for this. Maybe I would never be ready for this number of people piling in on a bed. I needed a breather. I put my dress back on and went back downstairs. I returned a bit later with Dale, who had come to look for me. I assured my husband that I was fine, so he rejoined the orgy, whilst I removed my dress again and sat cross legged on the floor with only my knickers on. The group sex on the bed was slowing down, and Alex, whom I really fancied, was looking for his next conquest. I guess he was starting to realise that I needed a bit of chat before I would ever be willing to play with someone, so he came over and sat beside me on the floor.

'Hi' Alex said softly. 'Do you mind if I touch you?' I nodded and he reached out and cupped my breast. I remembered his gentle touch from Jonny's party. He then kissed my lips with equal sensuality. His wife joined us. She reached out and gently touched my breast too. I reciprocated by slowly touching her body. 'Oh wow, you're skin's so soft!' I exclaimed with surprise. I hadn't noticed with Sharon, because I had only played with her breasts and had been so blown away by that new experience. But Alex and Laura were being so nice and patient with my inexperience that I allowed myself to really savour the smooth soft feel of a woman's skin. 'I know' Laura said, and smiled clearly enjoying my relative innocence. 'It feels so different kissing a woman too' she told me. Then she leant forward and gently placed her lips on mine. I didn't respond, so she didn't push it. It felt weird. It felt too smooth and too soft.

Alex then kissed me and took me to the bed, now having got his second wind for the night. He fucked me in missionary position, then from behind. The whole time he was taking me, him and his wife were communicating. He told her how tight I was and she expressed her pleasure at watching her husband enjoy another woman. When Alex had finished I flopped back on the bed and realised the gorgeous buxom Sharon was lying next to me, also having been thoroughly fucked by someone. She turned her head and smiled at me, and very naturally our lips met. I experienced my second female kiss. But I still wasn't sure what to make of the soft lips on a smooth face, so difference from a man's. This will take some time getting used to.

The big black lie (by Dale)

So I no longer wanted to be a cuckold. Although my earlier thought process was that I could have an active role in the swing scene and have my cuckold fantasies realised too, the life Master Jay had had in mind for me had completely turned me off cuckoldry. And now that Mark had shown me that I hadn't yet reached an age where the best I could do was sit in the corner watching young studs amuse my wife, I was chomping at the bit for more sex. MMF, MFF, group orgies, gangbangs. You name it I was up it all. The only thing I didn't want was to be cuckolded. That thought left me feeling cold, and bit by bit Sarah and I airbrushed all remnants of Master Jay and his followers from our life.

And after the first swing party with Mark, as described in the blog 'more about Mark', followed by a private party at Jonny's, as described in 'more about Johny', my mojo was almost back. However, I was finding the pace faster than it had been years ago when I was the young stud on the swing scene, and I realised I would need to be pushier were I to achieve any serious action. I was still very conscious of my age with so many fit thirty something year old studs having now taken my place. But I was not to be beaten, and I would not give in to what Master Jay had believed me to be. I did realise after all, that although the younger studs did indeed have an easier time, the swing scene was still full of older men all having fun with their wives, and fun that's a far cry from becoming an impotent cuckold !!

Two months after the party with Mark, we arranged to attend another party with him. We had been chatting online to a couple in their fifties in the weeks leading up to the party, so were delighted to finally make their acquaintance. Sharon was everything her profile promised - pretty, petite and slim with humongous breasts, easily a G! We were both panting with anticipation at the sight of her amazing body. Sarah did a great job warming them up; her first time chatting up a woman. Ironically Mark was the stumbling block, as Sharon and Tony had a "no single man" rule. There was a look of bemusement on Mark's face, who with his Hollywood looks and body, was not accustomed to rejection !! However, Tony, who was even older than me, probably realised what a good catch my relatively younger wife was, therefore was willing to break the rule that we suspect he had enforced to protect himself from being cuckolded to young studs like Mark. Wise man !!! And so the five of us had a mini orgy, egged on by a crowd of about about a dozen men, with Sarah enthusiastically having her face fucked by Tony, and Mark and I taking it in turns to pleasure the buxom Sharon. I realised with certainty what utter crap Master Jay had been feeding us !!!

A couple of weeks later we attended a private party hosted by another Dom, an interesting Autralian called Bruce, who was a good friend of Mark's. Bruce is cut for the same cloth as Jason and had somewhat overlapping circles. He too was in support of white women being slutty in the presence of black men. However, as a caucasian himself, was not in support of the sissification of white men. I realised that Bruce's approach was much more in line with my own ideas, and it did not surprise me to hear that Bruce and Jason were not fond of each other. Bruce's party was a fairly normal London swing party, with a mix of couples of different ages and interests. Tony and Sharon were there, and we were delighted to see Alex and Laura whom we had played with at Jonny's house party in April. There was another surprising blast from the past in the form of Carl, the young Black Bull who had shown interest in Sarah back in January at Master Jay's hotel party. He was delighted to see us again. His life had since changed somewhat, as he now had on his arm a delicious piece of young white posh totty.

It wasn't long before the action started, and Sarah and I were in the thick of it. Any thoughts of being Master Jay's compliant cuckold couple were long forgotten. The event of most significance for me was fucking Carl's girlfriend, Poppy. In fact, not only did I fuck the young white girlfriend of one of Master Jay's prize bulls, I also left her begging for more !!! And flying in the face of Master Jay's philosophy that the black men rule sexually, this BBC Bull didn't seem to mind in the least - Carl was far too busy elsewhere to be overly concerned! I realised that away from Master Jay's watchful eye, his Bulls probably didn't care about the sexual etiquette of black versus white. It was clear we were all out to have a good time regardless of race !!

I had for some time become disillusioned with the interracial sex scene. Sarah had always been indifferent to race anyway, although was prepared to do it for me. My initially thinking had been that a Mandingo party would be full of fit, well-hung specimens with smooth velvety skin, ready to service my wife as I had long dreamed of. The reality was that the BBCs of Mark's quality were few and far between. After twice being hosted by Master Jay we were leaning towards a view that most of his so-called Black Bulls would have stood little chance on the regular swing scene had they been white, and the success of some of these otherwise ordinary men was completely dependent on a current fashion for white women to fuck black men irrespective of other redeaming qualities they may hold!

Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy my wife being fucked by a black man. The skin contrast is hugely erotic and I love that rhythmic way that they move their round backsides. We have since chatted with other people who have enjoyed Master Jay's parties, amongst other interacial parties. They enjoy them for the same reasons I may have done, had it not been for the negative impact he had on us. Like me many husband's like to watch their wives being fucked by BBC. They are happy to sit back and watch for the night. This does not make them sissy cucks, and on another night such husbands, including myself, expect to be having fun themselves.

But I agree with Sarah that there has to be standards. There are many white men that my wife would not touch with a barge-pole, so why should she expect any less just because the man is black.  If I want to see Sarah fuck a black man, then I will handpick the best, in the same way I handpick the best white men for my wife. And this can well be a achieved without us having to attend the type of party where the only role for me is to be a sissy cuck !! I want to play too and discovering that I can still play, it has become clear to me that the interracial sex scene, with its BBC obsessed woman who won't give me a look-in simply because I'm white, has absolutely nothing to offer us!

A cuckold's dillusion (by Dale)

Our acquaintance with Master Jay, towards the end of last year, had placed us on the fringes of the Mandingo scene. My Twitter followers will be well aware of my long term fantasies around BBC, and I had initially embraced a friendship with Jason aware of the doors he could open for us. And with my interest in cuckoldry and Sarah's interest in being dominated, it seemed there could be winners all round.

However in reality, not only did I find the interracial sex scene not all it was cracked up to be, I also became increasingly disillusioned with Master Jay and his uncompromising pushiness. His insistence that I was in my heart a sub cuck and that Sarah was denying me a true happiness, that he believed I could only achieve through celibacy and completely subservience to her and her Bull's sexual needs, was irritating at best. But his latter marginalisation of me was something that I was not prepared to accept. I tried to keep a communication going, but it became obvious he had no time for me now that I wasn't going to be a compliant cuck. But instead of walking away, Jason continued to develop a personal friendship with my wife, whilst as good as blanking me. We had heard through a few independent sources that Jason had a habit of becoming fixated on a sub, and it had been implied that Sarah was his latest obsession.

I observed for some months his bizarre hot and cold behaviour towards Sarah, who in turn seemed to take pleasure in teasing and winding him up. I tried to turn a blind eye and focused on generating fun elsewhere for Sarah and myself. Adamant that I was not the sissy cuck Jason made me out to be, I made extra strides to get laid ASAP. But more than ten years since I had last been on the scene, I found my confidence somewhat dashed; single woman clearly wanted either BBC, or guys under thirty, or other woman. They did not want fifty something year old white men, even though I am considered goodlooking and youthful for my age. Jason who is the same age as me, with an olive skin tone that could hardly allow him to pass as BBC, had probably figured this out too and hence had become a Dom. This way he was able to offer something that the more desirable younger men did not yet have the maturity to give.

I found an ally in Mark, Sarah's most recent conquest at that time. Although one of Master Jay's official Black Bulls, he had privately expressed his dissatisfaction with the interracial swing scene. With his exceptional good looks and sophistication he was a favourite amongst the women who vowed to be 'BBC only', as well as being very popular amongst women who were racially indifferent. However, he was tired of these one track-minded black cock obsessed women treating him like a commodity simply because of his race. His experience of Mandingo parties had also made him intimately familiar with the culture promoted where black men rule sexually and white husbands are sissified. And so acutely aware of what Jason had tried to do to me, this intelligent educated black man had made it his business to help restore my confidence as a player. Although we don't see so much of Mark any more, I am eternally grateful for the efforts he made to help me get back into active play, as described in 'more about Mark', and this help restore my confidence on the scene.

Two months on, Sarah and I are very much active players on the swing scene and we are loving every minute of it. Of course, at my age I don't expect to seamlessly move from woman to woman the way Mark does, and I accept that some of the younger single ladies may be out of the question. But I have certainly proved myself popular with many stunning Hotwives, and I'm glad to report that my cock has definately been appreciated !!! It seems that despite my age I have not lost my touch, and the thought of me sitting in a corner wearing a cage is now a bizarre concept.

The cuckold theme that Ian and I had explored for more than a year and a half had got right to the heart of my darkest innermost fantasies. Ian had understood what I needed, he knew what buttons to press without pissing me off. And when it didn't work out with Ian, I was initially prepared to try and replace him. But what Ian had spent so long developing in me, Master Jay managed to kill in a couple of months. The way I feel now is that I would only ever do this for Ian. There was a spark between the three of us that, had Ian's circumstances been different, would have made the dynamics for this special and unique type of three-way relationship work.  And as Ian doesn't want this any more, I will not be a cuckold to anyone else. Jason's warped and destructive ideas have ensured that stage of my life is over. 

Except maybe in my darkest fantasies, when I'm making love to Sarah in the privacy of our bedroom and she tells me a story.....

 

A fantasy milked dry

The same week that Jason and I finished whatever it was we had, Dale and I also came to the decision that we would not be contacting Ian again. If I had thought five months with Jason was long enough to be milking a fantasy, after nearly two years of texting Ian it was reasonable to say that that fantasy had been well and truly milked dry!

Dale and I have our reasons for clinging onto this fantasy, but with so much 'real' stuff starting to happen in our lives, it was time to call it a day. I haven't written much about Ian since the start of this year, largely because my attentions had been temporally distracted by the seemingly more accessible Jason. However, despite Jason persistently hovering temptingly in the background, we had nonetheless allowed Ian to drift in and out of our life in the earlier part of 2015. And Jason's intermittent coolness, towards the end of the winter, allowed my interest in Ian to reignite. But the pattern proved to be the same as always - long periods of enthusiastic text banter, followed by unexplained episodes of disappearance.

It was finally arranged for Ian to come our house for the night in early spring. This was an idea he had first initiated a year ago so that we could role-play him breeding me in the marital bed whilst I wore bridal lingerie. And variations of this fantasy had often been the subject of many hours of text banter. With a date finally in the diary, text messages between Ian and Dale once again reached a crescendo of excitement. And Ian pandered to my fantasies too by describing how he would put me in a dog collar and lead me upstairs to the marital bed, where I was to totally submit to him. But in a whole year he had always failed to find the time to deliver on this fantasy, and I feared it was too good to be true.

And it was - he cancelled. His excuse was a last minute work dinner with important clients from the States that he couldn't get out of. He was hugely apologetic and said he'd make it up to us. And we didn't doubt his sentiment was genuine. But we didn't believe his excuse, and certainly didn't believe that he would make it up to us! We didn't know if he had lost his nerve when the prospect of the fantasy was about to become reality, or if there is something about his life that persistently prevents him giving us that kind of time. Historically, dates with Ian have always been shoe-horned in and time-restricted, despite the frequent text chat implying the type of three-way relationship that required a greater investment of time should it be fulfilling to all three of us.

This let-down was followed by another disappearance. And just as we were concluding it was better to leave it this time, he reappeared with apologies for 'radio silence' and excuses of family crises. Conversation started up again but was swiftly followed by another disappearance when we tried one final, and at this point, half hearted attempt to turn fantasy into reality. This time we threw the towel in.

Enough, we though. We had been milking this fantasy for the best part of two years and it had been finally milked dry. We know, and I've no doubt Ian knows, that he can't do this. Only Ian knows why he can't do this, and for whatever reason he doesn't want to tell us.

The whole experience with Ian has been a complete enigma. We are at a loss as to what the problem is. We know he is real because we met him on five occasions. And we know exactly who he is; he has never hidden that - we have always known his full name, birthday, where he works etc. But he is incredibly cagey about his personal life. We suspect he has a girlfriend who has become more serious, and what was difficult for him when we first has now become impossible.

Why won't he just tell us he can't do this? I guess he doesn't want to admit it - that will mean the end of a fantasy for him too.

So why have we kept this going for so long? The initial reason is that Dale and I both became addicted to the fantasy text messages. The text message relationship and the fantasy it provided had become an integral part of our life. And because we had met him on a few occasions, thus giving us a taste of the fantasy, we had reason to believe it was real. However in the absence of completely converting the fantasy to reality, text messaging was getting increasingly repetitive as we ran out of new sexual scenarios to explore. 

But the other reason we clung on is because, to this day, he is the only one who has understood what Dale and I need as a couple. This man not only had the ability to get me into sub space without even touching me, but knew how to excite Dale's cuck fantasies without antagonising the alpha male in him. Admittedly (and probably selfishly) Ian misjudged our needs when he took us to the club, but for the larger part of the friendship he was spot on in the way he groomed us into eating out of his hand.

Much later, when we met Jason, we learnt about the phenomena of being owned as a cuckold couple. Looking back, despite this being something Jason had offered us, I can see now that this was actually exactly what Dale and I had desired from Ian, and exactly what Ian had implied he would give us. At the time we understood little about being owned, but my desire and need for Ian to be in control of mine and Dale's sex life was profound.

And that is why we found it so devastating when he didn't deliver. As I said in a previous blog, 'a glimpse through the window of the candy store', we have experienced the intense disappointment of a child who has been shown the sweet shop then told "this is what you can't have". One of our first blogs 'Ian, the perfect Bull' was written on the back his promises to achieve Dale's cuckold fantasies and my sub fantasies. To have this nirvana taken away from us has been a disapointment that neither of us could understand.

I am very angry with Ian for his behaviour, largely for leading us on and not delivering on his promises. But I am also angry with him for not having the courtesy of honouring us with an explanation as to why he hasn't delivered on his promises. Or at the very least given us an apology, or even an acknowledgement, for the fact that we have been messed about. And so, unlike with Jason, we are left with a fantasy that has been milked dry, but have no closure nor understanding of what went wrong.

Two months on I'm finding that the problems we had with Ian, that I had thought may have been typical of these thirty something year old bachelors who dislike commitment, are actually not issues that we generally have to face with other single guys on the scene. Admittedly nobody is perfect, and single men, especially those in London, do seem to march to a different beat than suburban married folk like ourselves. However I see now that Ian is on a different level when it comes to 'batchelor syndrome'; he is wired up differently from anybody else I know, thus making him so impossible. And that's why he was happy to just live a fantasy. And I hate to admit this, but that's also why this otherwise fairly ordinary man was so desirable!

Ironically Dale and I are now having so much fun on the swing scene, that despite me still having a desire to be owned, but I don't think I really want that any more in practice. If we were to see Ian again, I don't doubt that he would have the same effect on me. But if he were to sort himself out (and I know he never will), I don't think we would be able to recreate what the three of us had. We would of course be happy to incorporate him into our swinging life as one of many play partners, and even include some D/s play. But I am such a different person now, and the fun Dale and I have together make it inconceivable that anybody could now be in control of our sex life. I believe that experience with Ian was unique to a time when Dale and I were naive and new to swinging, and as much as I would like to find that again with someone else, I know I never will. 

Milking the fantasy

It has been over two months since we published our last blog, 'hot sticky sex and a cream pie', and much has happened since that raunchy party at Jonny's batchelor pad back in April. However, we didn't realise at the time that this party may have been the turning point for Dale and I becoming the confident swingers we now feel we are. The first event to happen in the weeks that followed was our decision to call it a day with both Ian and Jason, both men were proving to be a waste of time not to mention emotional energy. I had been starting to find that once the addictive euphoria, caused by the fantasies they created, wore off they had little else to give me.

Last year we had looked to Ian to introduce us to the swing scene. And although Ian was indeed significant in our journey, he did unfortunately turn out to be a red herring, and by the end of the year I felt ready to explore the party and club scene independent of Ian. However, Master Jay had come into our life by this time, and looking back I can see how much he had tried to control us, experiences described in the blogs published in December, January and February. Fortunately our new found friendship with the easygoing Mark was a move towards breaking away from the influence of a Dom, whether that Dom be Ian or Jason. On the other hand Mark had been one of Master Jay's prize Bulls, therefore part of an order where Master Jay was top of the food chain. So with regards to Jason we needed to get out before we were eaten alive!

Jonny's house party was a revelation. There was no pecking order, nobody knew Master Jay, and only one or two of the guests had even vaguely heard of his parties. So I'm unsure if it was Jonny's party that was the catalyst to the well needed clear-out of the closet, or if that party had simply coincided with the point where we had had enough of the bullshit. What was definitely true, was that Jonny's party did give us the confidence to realise our increasing independence in the swinging lifestyle, away from Jason and those who seemed to follow him.

In addition, we had started communicating with another Dom, and although Master Jay may have reluctantly tolerated me having the occasional fuck buddy with his permission, I knew that if I took on a new Dom that would be the end to anything that may have been possible with Jason in the future. Especially a Dom unconnected with him, therefore not possible for him to exert control over the situation! As a result I was fast becoming aware that a decision was imminent.

The last time I saw Jason was at his party in February. That night he had pushed me deeper than ever into sub space. And whilst in a euphoric state with my control relinquished, he looked me in the eyes and told me he would own me one day, that he would impregnate me, and that there was something undeniable between me and him. But in the week that followed, as I came crashing back down from my high, I found that he wasn't there to catch me. This was not unexpected, as he had behaved in a similar way after his private party in January. But what was particularly galling was when I finally managed to chat with him via text, he was blasé about the experience, saying he just played with me because I was there. Then adding salt to the wound he arrogantly informed me that all his Bulls could see that I wanted to be his 'married bitch'!

His attitude was particularly hypocritical because on our first meet he had emphasised the responsibility a Dom has in the emotional aftercare following a D/s experience. He had explained that this was what Ian had got so wrong in his role as my Dom. Jason had not only done the same thing to me, but had also belittled the experience we had had. Ian, for all his faults and lack of post domination effort, would never stoop to such purile bitchy levels.

So why did I cling on? Because on every one of the three occasions we met, despite that fact that we never once had sex, Jason had me eating out of his hands as he swiftly and expertly got me into sub space. Like with Ian, the fantasy had become an addictive indulgence that I was reluctant to do without. Jason is not a handsome man, and certainly not the type I would normally be attracted to. But I guess that's why he's a good Dom - he knows how to manipulate a subs mind to make her believe she wants him. So month after month I continued to milk the fantasy.

Then a month and a half since I had last seen Jason, out of the blue he made me a new offer. His timing was shocking of course as it was just as Dale and I were starting to really enjoy the swing scene on our own. However, this time his offer was different - he was prepared to negotiate certain terms. The explicit sexual language was non-negotiable he told me, and although it didn't do anything for me I was now used to it. At best I was indifferent. I had reflected that if he needed that to get his kicks, I was prepared to accept with a view to the bigger prize of being Master Jay's submissive. But it seemed he was finally backing off on restricting Dale's and my sexual freedom. I suggested that if he were to be my master, I should ask his permission if I wanted to play with one of my fuck buddies. Maybe as a reward for good behaviour! Importantly I told him I couldn't agree to anything without Dale's consent and it was up to him to work that out with Dale.

But Jason didn't complete the conversation with me and certainly didn't approach Dale with his new proposal. I asked him later that week if he had changed his mind, but didn't receive a straight answer. I realised what was going on - he wanted it, but knew I couldn't give him what he needed, so was backing off again. Why wouldn't he just say that it was a bad idea? Because that will kill the fantasy. I often remember him lying on top of me the last time I saw him, with him telling me I would be his one day. He knew and I knew that this was just fantasy, but we enjoyed it at the time. Ok so he denied this sentiment the following week, which was hurtful, but I guess in the cold light of day he couldn't handle a fantasy that wouldn't never come to fruition. He too was guilty of milking the fantasy.

Jason is a self-declared Jekyl and Hyde character. So much of the time he is gentle, caring and would go out of his way to make me feel special. But it was always horrible when he turned, and eventually I tired of him blowing hot and cold with me. I heard through the grapevine that him and his main sub were having a house party. The chronology would have been that the arranging of this party was synonymous with him reopening discussions with me about a D/s relationship. Despite what was happening between me and him he had decided not to invite us. For me this insult was the last straw.

With the possibility of meeting a new Dom, our increased independence on the swing scene, and probably the fact that the bullshit had gone on for long enough, I decided it was time to have it out with Master Jay once and for all. To be fair to Jason the text conversation that took place was a calm and honest discussion. He apologised for leading me on, but acknowledged that I can't give him what he needs. He also acknowledged that Dale and I wanted to explore the swing scene, and that he didn't want to stand in the way of that.

And then he told me something that made me see the situation in a different light. He explained his forthcoming house party would be unsuitable for Dale and myself, as the women were expected to totally submit to blackcock worship, and the husbands would all enjoy be humiliated as white sissy cucks. All of a sudden I felt a veil lift, and I saw Master Jay in his true colours. He had not told me anything new, but my desire to be dommed by him meant I hadn't listened. And likewise, his desire to dom me had prevented him walking away sooner.

But when the veil lifted, I found myself feeling reviled by this extreme aspect of the sex scene that Jason and a few of his followers have embraced - the glorification of sluttiness, black cock worship, and the humiliation and sissification of white husbands. I do realise that as a swinger I am certainly not in a position to judge, but the hard truth in the cold light of day simply sickened me. What Jason had wanted us to get involved with was a far cry from the direction Ian had tried to encourage me, and bore no relation whatsoever to the uncomplicated free-spirited sex that everybody enjoyed at Jonny's party. At Jonny's there was no concept of women being 'slutty' for the men's pleasure; if that is the word of choice to describe sexual freedom then both men and women were all 'sluttly' together. And there was certainly nobody at Jonny's getting their sexual kicks out of watching another person being degraded. Indeed when Ian and Dale had their long text conversations about cuckoldry, the concept of turning Dale into a 'sissy' and humiliating him was never expressed as something that would turn Ian on.

I could see now how unsuitable Jason's brand is for us. He had always told me that ordinary swinging is no longer of interest to him, and indeed fun uncomplicated sex does nothing for him any more. He always said he 'needs an edge'. I reflected that one goes into the swing scene to embrace sexual liberation, but I wondered is there a point when this is no longer enough? I admit that I too have gone in search of an edge, a psychological element to make sex more interesting. So when does this need for an 'edge' go too far? 

But it was a respectful conversation. We both realised that we couldn't keep this fantasy going indefinitely. And despite both of us being guilty of milking the fantasy to the max, I appreciated that when pushed he had the decency to honour me with a conversation and explanation. Thus I was able to get closure on this chapter of our journey.

Hot sticky sex and a cream pie

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More about Jonny

The original communication with Jonny was because he was looking for couples to come to his house parties. Photos suggested, however, that this clean-cut Englishman was very much my type, although a number of his profile verifications commented that he was far better looking in the flesh. And when he walked into the pub and I saw the broad shoulders and chisselled good looks of this well-dressed former army officer, I had to agree. He was gorgeous, and I was mesmerised by the bluest eyes I had ever seen!

Unfortunately this initial infatuation was momentary. Jonny was surprisingly nervous, and the more he talked the more nervous he became. This initially put me off - to me confidence is the key to sex appeal! Don't get me wrong, he was able to hold a conversation, and was indeed good company. But there was no flirting, no seduction. In the end Dale decided to push things forward, and suggested Jonny sit beside me. Things heated up then, and Jonny showed me his expertise with his fingers right in the middle of the pub, as described in 'Impromptu fun (part. 1)'. And by the time Jonny wound up back at our house, he had relaxed sufficiently to show me what an experienced lover he really was!

On the marital bed, Jonny purposefully set to work on me. Once a condom was safely in place he proceeded to mount me with his big rugby player body, before pounding me with his thick cock. For the next couple of hours he remained hard and long lasting, as he energetically took me through a variety of positions, as described in 'impromptu fun (part 2). Like my experiences with Mark, I was left feeling saited. And like Mark, I concluded Jonny is exactly what I need for uncomplicated drama free sex. But I was acutely aware that I have not found my Christian Grey, and I continued to yearn for psychological mind-play and domination.

Then two weeks later Jonny arranged a sex party at his batchelor pad. We were invited, along with three other couples. I was excited about going to a party, but although I was looking forward to playing with Jonny again, the euphoria and anticipation I get from meeting a prospective Dom was lacking. However, when Jonny greeted us at his door, I melted at the sight of his piercing blue eyes. I had forgotten how gorgeous he was when fully dressed. He politely kissed my cheek, then hugged me and he felt lovely.

We were the first to arrive. We followed Jonny to the kitchen, but then Dale decided to nip to the bathroom, which left Jonny and I alone. Immediately Dale was out of sight, Jonny was all over me, nuzzling my neck and feeling my thighs and bottom. He cheekily lifted my skirt to see what underwear I was wearing. I didn't let him kiss my mouth and I soon untangled myself from the passionate welcome, conscious that soon other guests would arrive and it may appear rude for us to have already started!

Later I regretted giving him this brush-off. Maybe I've taken it too much for granted to be able to play hard to get when I am the only woman. I had already learnt at the party with Mark in March, that on the swing scene, if one holds back too much there will always be a more willing woman waiting! And for the second time since Dale and I have been active on the swing scene, I realised I would have to join the queue of MILFs, when there is a young stud who has his pick.

However, I also had my pick that night, and fairly early on I made a mental note of a man called Alex, with 'come to bed eyes'. Alex's wife, Laura was gorgeous too. As part of a 'warm up' game Laura was the instructed to sit on Jonny's lap so he could undress her. I had been sitting on the leather sofa trying to catch Jonny's eye, as he sat the other side of his lounge on a dining chair. I had hoped he'd come and sit next to me. Dale told me to go a sit on his lap, but I'm used to men coming to me! My hesitance yet again pushed me further back in the queue. I watched in amazement and increasing horniness as he peeled off Laura's dress revealing large braless breasts. Jonny was clearly impressed too from the way he held her from behind as he gathered up her magnificent assets, kneeding them with his hands. Well if I had wanted Jonny before, this sight heightened my desire for him. Gone was the nervous man we'd met two weeks earlier in a remote country pub. He was on his own territory, young and single surrounding by middle aged couples, and he knew he had his pick of sexy MILFs.

And whilst he was playing with this beautifil woman, he looked over at me with his sapphire blue eyes and gave me a wink and a cheeky smile. Maybe I'd got this guy wrong. Perhaps there are some psychological games to be had here. Either way, I knew I would have some serious fun that night.

Part 2 of this night soon to be published.

Impromptu fun (part 2) - by Dale

For those who haven't yet read part 1 of 'impromptu fun' click here.

Up in the bedroom Jonny wasted no time in getting stuck in. He was right on top of Sarah pinning her to the bed like a tiger about to claim his conquest. Sarah was getting more and more excited, but he seemed to be in no rush. Once again she had to take matters into her own hands, and suggested he puts a condom on. Once covered up, she opened her legs for him to mount her. I allowed them space to enjoy their first fuck. Sarah's excitment was building more and more, and I knew she was in the zone when she demanded that Jonny take her from behind. Her favorite fucking position. Whilst not a Dom, he nonetheless took the chance to grab her hair and pull her back on him, whilst smacking her bottom in rhythm to the movements. What a sight !!!

After a good round of fucking, Jonny took a breather and suggested that she suck my cock. By this stage I was desperate for some attention. Sarah lay between me and her new lover, and obediently turn her head towards my throbbing member and began to gobble. Jonny, on her other side, was lovingly kissing her neck as he slowly made his way towards her cock-filled mouth. He started to kiss the edge of Sarah's mouth and for a moment ran the tip of his tongue along my shaft. This was getting very close to being outside Sarah's comfort zone, so she removed my penis with her hand and turned to kiss him. She then alternatated between kissing my cock and his mouth. The whole time Jonny was bringing his mouth closer to me. 'Would you like me to suck your husband's cock?' Jonny asked. This was too much for Sarah and she immediately moved my dick right out of the way of his probing tongue. She did, however, confess to me later that she found this event quite erotic.

Sarah was now ready for round 2, and was once again on all fours begging for more. As he took her from behind and I shoved my pulsating cock in her mouth. At one point Jonny gave an especially vigarous thrust sending Sarah's head and chest down onto the bed leaving my member suspended in mid-air. Unbeknown to her, Jonny reached out and began stroking me intimately. He then leaned over Sarah's back and sucked me like a hardened pro, and it was clear I was not his first. Sadly, Sarah lifted her head and ended my fun.

Later whilst Sarah was in the bathroom, Jonny and I sneaked in our own private fun by taking it in turns to give each other a blowjob. Unfortunately this experience was brief, as I heard the toilet flush, herelding Sarah's iminent return. 

Back on the bed, lying between us again, Jonny suggested Sarah sucked both of us at the same time. To my astonishment there was no brick wall put up by Sarah, who actually seemed quite keen to experience something new. So with me on her left, and Jonny on her right, she started to give her first doube blowjob. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy that too, alternating between my longer cock and his thicker one with her tongue.

The pleasure of the double blowjob had got us all horny again, so it was time for the grand finale. And what an event it was. Sarah was now in the groove and enjoying her new sexual partner. I was enjoying seeing her enjoy herself, especially as her inhibitions seemed few this evening. Lying on the bed in missionary position, Jonny once again mounted my willing wife. With Sarah now fully occupied, I was free to provided additional sitmuation. Caressing her exposed bottom I gently prodded her with one finger.  Her anus willing accepted the intrusion, which I was grateful for as I had the double benefit of feeling Jonny's hard cock in my wife's pussy through the thin wall dividing cunt and ass.

I decided it was my turn to have my wife. I lay her down on the bed and felt the old familiar feeling as she wrapped her legs around me, whilst I entered her now stretched pussy. I was so horny by this point that I shot my load into her within a few thrust. Jonny was lying next to my wife, and from the look on his face I realised that he was patiently awaiting the cream pie, I usually regard as my treat. And within seconds Jonny had instructed Sarah to sit on his face. When he had sucked her clean, she dismounted, and he showed us a blob of my cum sitting on his tongue. Jonny then leaned forward to kiss my wife, but that was a step to far - Sarah's boundaries had already been pushed well beyond my wildest dreams that night.

Sarah was now keen to ride Jonny. Lucky for me this left her ample ass even more vulnerable and I decided to push my luck a little further, and initiate her into the joys of DP. Whilst Jonny distracted my wife by licking her hanging tits, I lubed her up then opened her with two fingers, before bringing my throbbing cock to her anus. This was a definite first for Sarah, as although we have had anal before, she is not big on it, and had certainly never been in favour of two penises in her at once. I was very proud of my hot wife as she managed to get about half my length in her and seemed to enjoy the experience.  Emboldened by this, I pushed my luck even further, and I began to insert my cock into her wet pussy alongside Jonny's. Again she managed about half the length. What a good girl !!

Not wanting to push her to breaking point, I then backed off, and allowed her to finish off with Jonny alone. I was keen though that they both had maximum stimulation so as he was fucking her hard I played with all exposed bits !!!  His and her anus, her pussy, his shaft and balls. And as he was nearing climax I leaned down, licked behind his sack and took one of his balls in my mouth until he shot deep inside her. What a sensation as I squeezed ever last drop of cum from his balls into her. Once he had got his breath back he climbed off, and as my reward, poured the cum from his condom onto my wife's belly and I was allowed to greedily lick it off. 

This was by far the best threesome that Sarah and I have had together and a repeat is most definitely in the diary !!! 

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.