The increasing desires for domination (part 3)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Party time - by Dale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Confessions of an Alpha Cuck (part 2) - by Dale

After revamping our profile on the swingers website, we promptly received a message from Master Jay. My first communication with him some months back had been swiftly batted away, as this master of masters clearly had little time for novices. It soon became obvious that Jason was the godfather of D/s and interracial swinging, and that if we could get in with him then we would be all set. Numerous text messages were exchanged as he tried to get the measure of us, and eventually an agreement was reached to meet for a drink.

Sarah and I were in two minds on meeting Jason. I thought I was 80% what he was looking for, however, Sarah was probably only 40% there. I felt this was something that we could pursue, but feared Sarah's argumentative nature would ruin it for us. However, collectively we were concerned that Jason was too extreme, but hoped the three of us could work together in finding a common ground to start from. How wrong we were !!

We met Jason in a pub half way between where we both lived and, as we were there first, I went to the bar to buy the first round. Jason arrived and after saying hello to me, went in search of Sarah. He was extremely courteous in his manner and very pleasant to talk to. He was not the intense hard core Dom of the texting, and we felt that maybe we'd been a little harsh in our initial assessment.

Admittedly Jason is not the kind of man I normally look to as a prospective lover for my wife. He's the same age as me, so is unlikely to be as visually pleasing or as energetic as these thirty something young studs we usually go for. And it's not just Sarah I'm thinking of - don't forget I have to watch !! However, he was an experienced Dom which was something Sarah wanted, and he knew a lot of BBCs whom he could arrange to sleep with Sarah - so not only would I get to see her with a young fit stud, but a young black fit stud !!! Everybody should be happy.

Half way through the evening, whilst I was at the washroom, Jason changed seats, so upon my return, I found him sitting next to Sarah stroking her thigh. She seemed to enjoy this. Progress was being made. The best part was when he leaned in and whispered to her "Would you like to be a black cock whore?"  I did a sharp intake of breath and felt my cock stir at this suggestion. Visions of my sweet wife on a bed being pleasured by a number of chiselled, well endowed black men..... Sadly Sarah was quick to put the damper on that fantasy !!!

I got a lot of pleasure seeing how Jason seemed to be enjoying my wife's body. It was particularly exciting to watch him put his hands on her hips are she squeezed passed him on the way to the washroom, and again upon her return. He must have liked what he felt because, whilst she was in the washroom, he told me he would come home with us that night. Sadly he immediately remembered that he had a family engagement early the next day so had to back track. As it was getting late, and there was now no fun to be had, we decided to call it a night. In the car park, and after I said goodnight to Jason, he moved in to kiss Sarah goodbye. I leant against my car and watch. The kiss lasted quite a while, and Sarah seemed to be very breathless and excited considering it was just a kids. In fact she seemed so turned that I was convinced that he was fingering her under her coat.

Text messages were flying back and forth for the rest of the weekend, but Sarah continued to be argumentative and annoying. Progress was non-existent and at times huge backwards steps were taken, as my wife refused to accept anything Jason was talking about. The main deal breaker that Jason and Sarah kept coming back to time and time again, and persistently failed to resolve was Jason's use of bad language in a sexual context. Now that Jason was considering talking us on, he had pumped up the tempo, but Sarah stubbornly dug her heels in every time he called her his slut or whore. Her unrelenting resistance, to what Jason felt was a vital element to the relationship, was clearing driving him mad with frustration. He didn't give up though - he must have been quite taken with her.

At this early stage I still hoped we could salvage something, but Sarah was ruining it. However, by the end of the weekend I too was questioning the situation. When it became clear that Master Jay does not do compromise, I had to sit back and ask myself if I was prepared to accept the level of humiliation he expected of me.  Now I don't mind Sarah teasing me a bit about her younger lovers being more virile than me, as I was that once too. But hard-core abuse just doesn't do it for me. Another question mark was his requirement of celibacy on my part. Sarah and I love each other very much, and therefore enjoy a regular and fulfilling sex life. In addition, I also look forward to the opportunity of other women as part of this journey, and Sarah would particularly enjoy watching this. Ian understood this need, and had always agreed to allow me a treat in the form of another woman as a reward for being a good cuckold. He had understood that if I gave him my wife, there had to be something in it for me. Throughout this whole process Jason could not get his head around the fact that I want to sleep with other women. I think he thought this was an impossible emotion for a cuck, and concluded that this non-textbook anomaly, must be a byproduct of Sarah not fully supporting my cuckold journey.

As I concluded in Part 1 of this series, I am an Alpha Cuck - I love to watch my wife's sexual enjoyment with others, but being forbidden any sex, and conceding all control of our sex life to someone else just won't work for someone like me. Maybe we were wrong to pursue this, given that I am not the true cuckold Jason needs. But in my defence, what he was offering definitely appealed to one part of my psyche, even though the alpha male in me could not do this 24/7. Bit by bit the situation deteriorated. Certain no go areas were entered for both Sarah and I, and the whole thing entered melt down.

In my opinion Jason is his own worst enemy, and has probably thrown away what could gave been amazing. He is still searching for his ideal cuckold couple, if such an ideal exists. Had he been prepared to meet us at the level we were at and negociate, he might have got us to a higher level eventually. Perhaps not the full package, but enough for most of his needs to be met. 

I quickly moved on and forgot all about it. We were, by this point, back in touch with Ian, and there were promises of more fun. So I couldn't understand why Sarah and Jason continued to communicate in a sexual manner. Part of Sarah still hankered after a D/s relationship with Jason, and he clearly thought there was something still there. Sarah believed Jason was regretting throwing the baby out with the bath water, and she was considering backing off on the explicit sexual language. She suspected that he badly wanted her as his sub, which she felt gave her a good chance of working something out with him. Unfortunately, by this point I'd lost interest. And this was exacerbated by the fact that Jason had ceased talking to me. He only ever texted Sarah, and whenever I tried to reach out to him, he tended to respond quite briefly, if not curtly. I was convinced he hated me, although I cannot fault how he treats me in person. Whatever the problem with me, it is quite clear that the friendship is with Sarah. I have no problem if they want to enjoy some text banter, or play in my presence at sex parties. But if I were to reconsider a more permanent arrangement, there would have to be a better connection between Jason and myself. If not then Sarah is just going to have to get over it.

... And badly burned (by Dale)

Sarah has outlined our introduction to the swing scene already, through her rose-tinted, wine-hazed eyes. Read the previous blog 'from the frying pan to the fire' for an update. As I was driving, and therefore only drinking coke and water, I can give you a more accurate view of the evening.

Unlike our last meet with Ian, we were in plenty of time at the pub, while Ian was a good forty minutes late. Like with us last time, this was not his fault and not within his character, but perhaps it was a bad luck omen. The three of us had a very pleasant drink in the pub, catching up on the past five weeks, and Ian outlining what the evening would hold for us. We had been a little nervous on arrival but, after this chat, felt reassured and were anxious to get to the club. At Ian's suggestion, we waited until the club had been open a good half hour before wandering over, to allow it to warm up a little.

Early signs were all very good. The owners were welcoming, the atmosphere excellent, and we were given a guided tour of the various playrooms. Upon returning to the lounge we met up with Ian, had a drink, and chilled on the sofa. There were very few people in the club at this point, but I noticed a couple of men opposite eying Sarah up. Ian suggested we finish our drinks and go for a wander. It was still too early for any activity, but somehow we wound up in the infamous cage room. Much to my surprise, I realised that three men had followed us into the play area, and when we went into the cage room, they quite literally ran into the adjoining  room, immediately shoving their hard cocks and hands through the bars, hoping for some action from Sarah. I knew from my discussions with Sarah over the past year that this was her worst nightmare. Ian had made a huge mistake. As Sarah has described, when she saw the cocks hovering threateningly through the bars she panicked. I'm not sure what Ian was trying to achieve - whether it was to push Sarah to her limits, with the belief that she would love it if she gave it a chance; or if he just got carried away with his own fantasy, which we are well aware is where he ultimately wants to take Sarah. I must admit I was very taken aback by this, as one of the reasons Ian works well for us as a Bull, was because he always seemed to have good judgement on when to introduce new things. But tonight he had gone from gentleman to inconsiderate charging Bull. I too found the cage room distasteful and not to be repeated - and unlike Sarah I am no novice in this scene !!

Sarah has forgotten that she had a second panic attack that night. Ian took us to a glory hole room, where he had apparently convinced her to agree to wank a disembodied cock. However, when we got there the room was taken by one greedy girl. So Ian took us to the other side where a man was being   pleasured. Sarah freaked again. So he took us to a bigger playroom, sat on the coaches where we thought we could have some threesome fun in public. Before we had even started, we looked up to discover five men drink in one hand, cocks in the other, all in a line within a couple of feet of us, waiting for a free show. And once again Sarah wanted out.

It was then that I realised that there was a ratio of about one woman to twenty men. We had been warned that that particular party night was for hungry girls, but we hadn't realised what this would look like in practice. Once again Ian's judgement had been wrong - this was the worst night to introduce Sarah to the scene. With all the men swarming like flies over the women, we were both out of our comfort zone.

During the course of the evening we had two sessions of alone time with Ian. I had decided to take more of a back seat, as this was Ian's night. Having done that, I did sense Ian had become very selfish in his approach to Sarah - the niceties had gone, and the language was bossy and pushy. He was determined to get his own way, and was not taking no for an answer. And despite the fact that Sarah had given Ian the right to be her Dom, she continually had to renegotiate the continually shifting boundaries. During out second session, when he finally took Sarah, he did not pander to any of her requests. He mounted her like a raging Bull with no preparation and  rode her to a volcanic conclusion. He cute habit of saying "thank-you darling" during lovemaking, was replaced by "that's so good, that's so deep, this is the best fuck, we're gonna go to the glory hole next!". Up until now when he climaxes, his face had been non-expressive. This time he looked animalistic!

The final insult was that Ian suggested we leave and get home before it got too late, shortly after he climaxed in Sarah. After a quick sit down and drink of water in the lounge, we headed to the locker room assuming we were all leaving. But when we got to the front door Ian kissed Sarah goodbye, and went back into the club. Why we are not sure. The minute we left the club and returned to the car, Sarah broke down in tears. She felt used, rejected and regretted being pushed into sucking a man to please Ian. She was convinced we had reached the end of the journey with Ian, and was thinking about dumping him. I guess I felt the evening was fine but not good, so her negativity dragged me down too, and my conclusion now is that the night was a disaster.

We have talked long and hard about it, and I feel strongly that too much emotional capital has been invested over the past year to walk away. There is an argument that he was simply in his comfort zone and acting like a proud strutting peacock. Also in fairness, we are conscious we may have led him on - being seduced into the text message banter where it is hard to know what is real and what is just talk. On reflection we never corrected him on the numerous times he talked to Sarah about the cage room, and Sarah had requested on many occasions to be his sub. I guess it sends a confusing message when Sarah talks enthusiastically about being bondaged and whipped, but freaks out at the sight of disembodied cocks through bars.

We have concluded that we are not ready to end the journey yet. We feel there are more adventures to had with Ian, and his behaviour at all our other meetings had been impeccable. But we will be on our guard next time.

From the frying pan to the fire.....

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Ian - Dom Bull or second husband (by Dale )

This is the final instalment in the 4 part series, detailing our fun with our Bull at a naturist club. Becoming Ian's Sub' is worth reading first, which will link you through to the rest of the series, which are very sexually explicit.

We were really looking forward to seeing Ian again, and we had finally managed to pin him down to a week-day date at the naturist spa. It had, as usual, been way too long between sessions, and after two months of ASAPs, mainly due to Ian spending large chunks of his life in Europe, we were worried that the trail was going cold again. It was Sod's law that the only two Friday nights he had been able to see us this summer had conflicted with unavoidable arrangements on our part. We never seemed to get this relationship to the level where we are a serious cuckolding couple. The two sex sessions, prior to this night, had only been snatched quickies - a far cry from what we were looking for from a Bull, and certainly not in line with the lifestyle Ian had outlined to us in over a year of texting.

The situation was made worse by Sarah and I showing up an hour late. This was out of character, but beyond our control. We felt bad, particularly, as for all of Ian's faults, he is pretty reliable when it comes to time-keeping. So it was not a good start to the evening, especially as it meant we had to meet him in the club, as opposed to relaxing first over a glass of wine in a bar. It had been important to us to reacquaint ourselves with our Bull in a normal environment and chat about normal things - just to reassure us that he was human !!! And more importantly, a drink first would have given the three of us the chance to agree expectations. The Sub-Dom stuff, in particular, warranted a face to face conversation so that my wife's lover did not inadvertently lead her directly to the lion's den !!! Sarah had been hesitant about Ian's persistent suggestions to play with other men under his instruction. What she really wanted, and needed, was a jolly good love-making session from this young stud - indeed she was desperate for Ian's cock again. But perhaps in a more 'normal' environment, than over his desk !!!  Yes, she fantasied about domination, but more along the lines of being tied up and spanked in the privacy of our house. Being instructed to suck someone else's cock was not part of her domination fantasy, despite it being part of Ian's. At least not yet !!!!!

A 'pre-play' chat, however, was not to be. And also, given Ian's recent enthusiastic talk about Sarah playing with other men under his supervision (which we were naturally very keen to maintain some control over), we were very conscious that our lateness also played well into his hands - Ian now had an hour on his own to find prospective play partners for my wife, or even to have some fun by himself !!! So you can imagine our surprise (not to mention relief) when upon arrival, we found him sitting innocently on his own in the bar area reading the paper - not the charging Bull he had made himself out to be in his recent text messages.

After a brief greeting, Sarah and I headed off to the change rooms, then joined Ian at the bar for a cup of tea. The  scenario was quite bazaar.  Months of texting about Sub-Dom games, multiple sex partners, glory holes and gang bangs, and here we were - the three of us, wrapped in towels, having a cuppa with the BBC news in the background !!!!  And not the BBC that I was keen for Sarah to enjoy !!

The first interesting moment for me was when we all moved through to the jacuzzi.  Ian led Sarah to one side of the pool. As space was limited I was quite happy to place myself directly opposite to get a front row view. I observed that Ian wasted no time in drawing Sarah close to him, and with the way that his arms were moving above the water and the closeness that Sarah was, I could tell that there was something going on below water. I was not privy to the intimate whispers between my wife and her lover, but the odd moan and eye rolling from Sarah told me, in no uncertain terms, that she was enjoying herself.  I was unconcerned, though, about what was being said as I do trust them. What was of more interest, and in fact fascinating to me, was watching the reaction from those around us !! One young guy tried gently to get closer to my wife, to see what was going on and perhaps thought there was something in it for him. He was though swiftly pushed out the way, when an old and rather disgusting man thrust his way between him and Sarah and immediately tried to touch Sarah up - the cheek of it !!! In fact I couldn't believe such a man would think he stood a chance with my beautiful MILF, especially when she was with the best looking stud in the club. Of course Sarah had none of it and told Ian to move over to distance herself from him. The old guy moved up to, and in no time Sarah was out of there. Ian and I had no choice but to follow.

I did though have one thought as we were leaving the pool. There was a couple that said  "hi" to Ian very enthusiastically as we entered the jacuzzi and were looking at Ian and Sarah throughout our first plunge in the pool. Also, a number of others that seemed keen to look at Sarah and Ian together, as if they were checking her out. I had this wild thought that Ian had set things up, so that a few of his friends were there having been promised play with Sarah!!! I did ask Ian this as we made our way to the private rooms, but he denied this completely. I should have realised that Sarah was just too good looking not to be stared at. Later that evening Ian did confirm that the first couple had indeed been interested in getting together with them, as the girl was bi and fancied Sarah. Ian however had apparently declined. I noted he also rejected a request at the door to the room to come and watch. Not quite what we had expected based on the text messaging prior to the evening !!!!!

Sarah has already described the sex scenes, in the preceding blogs 'Reacquainting with our Bull' and 'A spit roast with cream on top'. The experiences were thoroughly amazing especially as, in the second trip to the room, Ian invited Sarah and I to perform for him - something a developing compliant cuck like me had not anticipated !!!! The sex between us had a special charge as we performed in front of another man - a first for us.  It soon turned into a threesome as Ian clearly couldn't keep away, as an active participant I enjoyed every minute of it. My special treat was sucking Ian's cum off Sarah's face and neck which was the first taste I got of his cum in a natural state without being mixed in with Sarah's.  Something I enjoyed very much and look forward to repeating before too long. 

I must admit though that Sarah and I were both surprised at the pedestrian nature of the evening on the whole. Ian's texts had promised wild sex for her with other men and a compliant cuckold experience for me. The reality, however, was rather different. My wife's Dom Bull was extremely deferential to me. For example, instead of sending me to get drinks for us, as I had expected in my role as a cuckold, it was Ian who ran back and forth to the bar leaving me relaxing in the garden with my wife. After returning back indoors, Ian asked Sarah if she would like a cup of tea, but instead of asking her how she liked it, he sought me out whilst she was looking for three loungers, and asked me how she took her tea in order to get it right for her. It's the same when we are in a bar - always quick to take our drinks orders and make sure our glasses are full. These acts of chivalry in a man are always noticed and appreciated by Sarah, and will ultimately end in her giving more. But this behaviour is not the stereotypical behaviour of a Bull.

The whole evening ended earlier than we had anticipated, as Ian had an early morning meeting and wanted to get away to bed, sadly without my wife. So by 10 pm we were in the car heading home and basking in the glow of our fun. Though I understand my greedy wife had asked the poor guy for a third session, and had had to face a sheepish rejection from the spent Ian - he may be young but he's not that young !!!

Reflecting on our sexual encounters with Ian to date, and thinking about the text messages the three of us had exchanged in more than a year, I realise that the Ian of text land and the Ian of reality are very different. The former being the pushy and persistent dominant  Bull; the latter being a soft loving man - perfect gentleman to both of us, unrelenting attentiveness to Sarah, and respectful admiration of me.  Privately I wonder whether Ian is all he claims to be? Each time I expect him to drive the session forward and take the relationship to the next level, but now I'm starting to wonder if he is becoming more of a second husband to Sarah. Not that there is anything wrong with this, and I don't mind if this keeps Sarah happy - after all he makes her feel good, gives her a reason to dress up, and most importantly, gives her some fabulous sex. However, I feel that we are missing something in our lives by not getting the Hot Wife/Dom Bull/compliant cuckold experience that we had expected. I am wondering if he is not quite as experienced in this game as he makes out, and is endeavouring to stay one step ahead of us. In my darkest moments I feel that he will never truly deliver, and that there is a lot of mouth and very little trouser. On the other hand, maybe he is pacing himself as he slowly grooms both of us to the space where we will be ready. Only time will tell....

Since then, text messages amongst the three of us have continued to be hot and heavy as Ian relentlessly vents his fantasies on us. We're currently in discussions about getting a date for a swing club, so hopefully we will having something to post very soon.

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'.