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The story continued from 'Ian part 1 - a cyber affair'.
I didn't contact Ian for 3 weeks. It was clear he was making no effort to make this happen. I was rewarded for my willpower - by the end of September, Ian made contact with Dale. I was euphoric of course and was further rewarded by also receiving an email from Ian. This led to another round of delicious cyber chat. Dale and Ian arranged to meet for a pint after work one evening to discuss how this three-way relationship would work. We also tried to fix up a night to meet me. This worryingly resulted in another ASAP. However not to worry we thought. If Dale was now going to meet him, that would get things started.
The story continued from 'Ian part 1 - a cyber affair'.
I didn't contact Ian for 3 weeks. It was clear he was making no effort to make this happen. I was rewarded for my willpower - by the end of September, Ian made contact with Dale. I was euphoric of course and was further rewarded by also receiving an email from Ian. This led to another round of delicious cyber chat. Dale and Ian arranged to meet for a pint after work one evening to discuss how this three-way relationship would work. We also tried to fix up a night to meet me. This worryingly resulted in another ASAP. However not to worry we thought. If Dale was now going to meet him, that would get things started.
Dale was so nervous and excited about finally meeting the elusive Ian, and even though it was not yet my turn, I was equally nervous and excited. It had now been 3 months since we met him online and he had become a sort of enigma in our minds. It was almost a case of needing to know that he existed!
But Ian got the wrong day and so didn't show up. He apologised and suggested alternatives, but Dale was seriously pissed off. 'The fucking bastard!' was my reaction. We had been trying to pin him down for 2 months and all we ever got were ASAPs. In normal circumstances we could accept that he may have made a genuine mistake by getting the day wrong, but the whole thing was becoming bullshit. And the mind games, which started off so exciting, were now doing our heads in. It was a difficult decision because he had had such a profound effect on both of us. But we now had to accept, for the sake of our sanity, that it wasn't working. We stopped contacting him, and he didn't contact us.
After this disappointment, and the problems with Ed, we had a break for a month. Then in November we went back on Craigslist to see if we could find another Bull - someone like Ian who understood the psychology but who had time for us. We couldn't understand what the problem was, why he found it so difficult to arrange to meet us. We had a horrible feeling that he may have been a cyber sex fantasist, with a wife and kids at home, with no intention of ever meeting us.
But Ian got the wrong day and so didn't show up. He apologised and suggested alternatives, but Dale was seriously pissed off. 'The fucking bastard!' was my reaction. We had been trying to pin him down for 2 months and all we ever got were ASAPs. In normal circumstances we could accept that he may have made a genuine mistake by getting the day wrong, but the whole thing was becoming bullshit. And the mind games, which started off so exciting, were now doing our heads in. It was a difficult decision because he had had such a profound effect on both of us. But we now had to accept, for the sake of our sanity, that it wasn't working. We stopped contacting him, and he didn't contact us.
After this disappointment, and the problems with Ed, we had a break for a month. Then in November we went back on Craigslist to see if we could find another Bull - someone like Ian who understood the psychology but who had time for us. We couldn't understand what the problem was, why he found it so difficult to arrange to meet us. We had a horrible feeling that he may have been a cyber sex fantasist, with a wife and kids at home, with no intention of ever meeting us.
But we couldn't let it go. We both had gut feelings that something was meant to be. So in November I texted him. I fully expected him to have moved on, and almost wanted this to have happened so that I could move on too. But it was not the case - in fact he was delighted to hear from me. He was in hospital - actually very poorly. He texted me when discharged and we sexted, and it was all back to normal. The cyber affair was back on. I was happy.
He told me he was very keen to be the first man to play with me and show us what fun this lifestyle can be. He said he couldn't wait to make love to me and wanted to know what I had been thinking about. I shared some of my more recent fantasies - how I would like to be kneeling submissively on the edge of the marital bed in satin nightwear, with my hands in my lap, holding my mouth open ready to receive his cum. I told him he should put the rest of his cum over my breasts and rub his cock between them and over my nipples.
And so I had my well needed fix of cyber sex. But the satisfaction was only temporary. I was addicted. However I managed to hold out for another 6 weeks, hungry to hear from him, but not giving in.
In mid-December I finally gave in. I texted him him 'Happy Christmas' and expressed that I hoped he was feeling better. As usual he was delighted to hear from me, and without prompting suggested that we meet in January when he was fully over his illness. Another session of thirst quenching cyber sex resumed. Sexting with Ian had truly become an obsessive addiction.
We started to conclude that he was real. Everything he said in his text messages to both Dale and myself consistently led us to believe we had found la creme de la creme of Bulls. His understanding of the psychology was flawless, and he had known precisely how to seduce us both into eating out of his hands. He was indeed the perfect Bull. We didn't understand what the problem was, but if he is the perfect Bull, maybe we simply have to join the queue and wait for a vacancy!
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