More about Mark

Dale has already written an account on our wild night with Mark two months ago in the blog, 'the floodgates open with a BBC'. Following a very successful repeat a couple of weeks ago, I thought I should express what I think of my most recent lover.

It is true that Dale found his first experience of his wife being taken care of by a black man, glorious beyond belief. And I can understand why. Mark is easily the best looking man I have ever slept with, and his chisselled body is beyond perfection. In fact he is everything a hotwife could want in a lover; gorgeous, sexy, confident, good company, perfect gentleman. And to top it off he fucks with an infinate energy and power that I have never in my life experienced! That being said, I had been in no rush to arrange round 2 with any immediacy. This drama free night of passion had been more than enough to keep me physically saited for a good while.

So instead, in the weeks that followed, I hankered after the psychological excitement provided by Master Jay. However, after the last party, where Jason attended to my psychological needs but left me wanting with regards to full penetration, I was hungry again for another good pounding from a fit young stud. The psychological mind-play, as I had experienced with Ian a year ago, could sometimes become too much - especially when I was always left wanting more. At times like this, the lesser exciting but drama free fun with Jerry had seemed appealing. One year on, a good pounding from my new fuck buddy, was exactly what I needed to take my mind off the desire to be dommed by Master Jay. And so I invited Mark to join Dale and I at the next party.

We had looked forward to this particular party. Although there appeared to be an overlap in the crowd that followed Jason's parties, these parties were unthemed. Dale is a gemini - after enjoying the role as compliant cuck at two of Jason's parties, he was now chomping at the bit for something different. He told me in no uncertain terms that it was his turn for some fun, and Mark had promised to help him out on his quest for pussy. I guess the smart guy understood that Dale needs to be kept happy if he is fuck Dale's wife!

Dale and I got talking to two other couples upon arrival, and we enjoyed sharing our experiences. I told them I had a date that night with my fuck buddy. But the look on the faces of these forty something year old MILFs, when my hot young stud eventually arrived, suggested that they thought they had been shown the key to the candy store! I realised there and then that I was expected to share my good fortune!

Mark was a great asset at a sex party; he knew exactly how to get a group of newbies playing. After warming up the dark haired MILF, with some light kissing and fondling, he passed her on to Dale. This was a good move - Dale may not have had the confidence to approach the attractive brunette himself, but with the lady of his choice now willingly submitting to him thus keeping him happy and busy, Mark was able to concentrate on his me.

I however was not interested in Mark, or being fucked for that matter. Instead I was fixated on watching my husband sensually kissing another woman and exploring her pussy with his fingers. I had never seen him do this before, but had fantasised about such a scene many times. Her husband sat on the big round bed, the other side from me, also watching in fascination. 

The blonde friend was itching to get involved. Eventually she could take it no more. She stripped off completely, and crawled across the bed like a cat who had just seen a saucer of cream. With a brief apologetic look at me, she proceeded to remove Mark's cock from his underpants and suck greedily. She'd clearly been waiting to do that since I had introduced her to this stud only an hour earlier. When she had had her fill, Mark lay her down, quickly rolled on a condom, and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. He then turned her over and he took her from behind with equal vigour.

I sat on the edge of the bed watching in amazement with the two husbands, whilst my two men played with their wives. I realised that if I select to take my time on the swing scene, then I will have to wait my turn! Dale was now engrossed in eating the brunette's pussy. The insatiable Mark, now done with the blonde, changed his condom ready for the next conquest. Dale quickly made way for the young stud, whilst another black guy moved in and took over fucking the blonde.

Soon, another couple joined the group on the bed, and Dale, with his new found confidence, got involved in a threesome. The blonde woman asked if she could touch me. I consented uncertainly, and felt even more uncertain as I felt her fingers explore me. Then the woman, who had recently joined the fun, turned to kiss me, as Dale and her husband both sucked and kneeded her ample breasts, as she lay on her back. The request for a kiss was a step too far though - watching my hubby play with such a curvaceous woman was incredible, but I had to conclude I really didn't like girl on girl!

Besides it was finally my turn with the popular Mark. Unfortunately though, I didn't have him for long, because he soon realised there was another woman on the bed that he hadn't attended to. The voluptuous woman, who has tried to kiss me, was now on all fours being fucked by someone whilst Dale played with a her large swaying breasts. Mark quickly changed condom for the unpteenth time and fucked her too. I was starting to lose count of the number of women Mark had taken in what had only been about half an hour. This was unbelievable. He never asked any of them, but yet every woman was willing!

Dale and I socialised for the next fews hours. Then towards the end of the evening we rendezvoused with Mark again. He had continued to be busy and very much in demand, but now with most of his sexual energy out of his system, he seemed ready for a more meaningful experienced with me. So we were back to the room with the round bed. Mark undressed, and started kissing me on the bed, removing my clothes at the same time. A large crowd started to form, and a number of men asked me if they could touch me.

Both naked, Mark lay on top of me and I could feel his cock nudging dangerously. 'Would you like it bare?' he whispered. 'No! put a condom on' I demanded shocked. He apologised and quickly rolled on a rubber. I was surprised at his suggestion; we have had enough conversation with Mark to know that he takes his sexual health very seriously, and always expects to practice safely. Dale told me later that he had asked him first if he could go bare with me, and that Dale had said it was up to me. With Mark clearly wanting a bareback relationship with me, I realised that he was probably hoping I would upgrade him from fuck buddy, and take him on as my main lover. For me, although sexual safety is important, the greater issue for me is the intimacy that bareback sex provides. Take away the physical barrier and the emotional barrier goes too. That was why I was so hurt by Ian, and why I have held back sexually with Jason. To share that level of intimacy with a lover is like touching their soul - a pathway I'm in no rush to repeat any time soon.

Dale sat down at the head of the bed, this time his turn to watch. Mark proceded to pound me for the next hour, first in missionary, then from behind. At one point Dale came fowarded and shoved his cock in my mouth, knowing how much I enjoy a spit-roast. But with the hard fucking Mark was giving me I couldn't focus on anything else, and just screamed with enjoyment. He only took a breather to lick my pussy. Then he inserted two or three fingers and stimulated me hard, until I felt that same familiar feeling as I had done with him in the hotel room back in January. My inner organs completely relaxed, and all of a sudden I squirted, leaving us both drenched. But in no time, Mark had me turned over on all fours until he shot his load into me.

Yet again Mark had left me feeling calm and satisfied. Unlike my experiences with Jason or Ian, I do not feel the emotional yearning for more after each session. This is good. This is what having a fuck buddy should be all about. Mark is intelligent, well-mannered and treats me well. He gives me drama free uncomplicated sex. There is no seduction, no mind games, just good quality hard fucking. Drop dead gorgeous men like Mark don't need to give these added frills.

But its not enough for me. I need the pychological mind manipulation that I get from Jason, or used to get from Ian. I want the added frills. I am addicted to the hypnotic mind-play, and will continue to strive to find this.......

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 3) - by Dale

Just a quick note to add to Sarah's blog 'back in the saddle and holding the reigns', which gives her perspective on Master Jay's party in early January.

I have been to a number of sex parties in my time, but never one in a hotel room, although I have seen many films with this theme. As you can imagine we were both really looking forward to it for various reasons. There had been some banter in the bar beforehand but not too much overt sexuality. Jason was the perfect host at all times, and demonstrated none of the aggression I felt came across in texts  messages. His friends were really nice and we all seemed to gel, so it looked like a good night was ahead. 

As described by Sarah, we all went to the room in dribs and drabs, and by the time Jason took us up  proceedings were well under way. What caught my immediate attention was the sight of one of the wives on the bed enjoying the attention of two black studs.  One of them had been eyeing up Sarah downstairs, and the other must have bypassed the bar and gone straight to the fun. What an amazing sight as this Hotwife threw herself totally into the action and took each cock in every hole. But wait.... shortly after we arrived, another BBC knocked at the door, stripped off and immediately joined the action.  What a lucky girl she was ! So as you can see the background entertainment was way better than a porn film, and immediately got me interested and horny. She was a woman after my own heart, and behaving very much in a manner that I have long dreamt of for Sarah. I will keep nudging my wife in this direction Readers - maybe one day???

Sarah has described all the attention that Jason was paying her. Yes, as always, I found it very very exciting to see my wife enjoying herself with another man.  My cock stood firmly to attention throughout, desperate for some fun. Of course had Master Jay had his way, I would have been firmly caged and straining to get out ! In a text the next day thanking him for his hospitality, I expressed how desperate I had been to join in, and was firmly put in my place !! I was told, in no uncertain terms, that I would at most be using my mouth to only clean the Hotwives, and no more !!!!

Yes yes, I know that this was a Mandingo party and the white bois were just there to watch and support. However Master Jay's reprimand was another reminder that I am not your typical sissy cuck. I don't know if I'm naughty boy, who should be made to stand in the corner with a cage, or if this is my inner Dom looking to get out and have some fun !!

In the week that followed, Sarah had quite an active discussion with Jason. It was a continuation of an earlier dispute, based on his view that it is Sarah who is preventing my development as the true cuck he believes me to be. As I have felt throughout, I continue to maintain that Jason's assessment of my character is not entirely accurate. I am very complex in my needs and desires, and Sarah is well aware that there is a fine line in keeping my emotions well balanced. She has learnt the hard way that it is best to at least give me the impression that I am in charge, and when there is a breakdown of my sense of control she know very well how in can all go wrong. It is true that am hugely interested in cuckoldry, and I had an amazing time that night, an experience I would relish repeating. But the cuckold experience is not enough to satisfy all my needs, and another part of my brain still desires sexual involvement with other women. The party did get us thinking that we should perhaps host our own party at our house - then maybe I could be the Dom and play with all the girls !!!!

I do agree to a certain extent, with Jason's analysis of my character, that Sarah could do more to enhance my cuckold journey. For example, I adore being caged, and would like to explore pegging and fluffing. It did take her a while to come round to letting me clean up and eat her lover's cum, but she backed off eventually. So there is still hope on these personal fantasies....

Back in the saddle and holding the reigns

Just over a year ago I wrote our first blog 'A New Year and back in the saddle with a bang'. It certainly seemed that way at the time, but reflecting back, we wasted way too much time on Ian. I now see that I was wrong to put all my eggs in one basket, when could have been playing. This year our New Year's resolution was to get into the swinging scene once and for all, and we would do this with or without Ian.

As with last year, 2015 most certainly started with a bang! And we thought, not only are we getting back in the saddle, but this time holding the reigns! The first weekend of the New Year found us at a private party in a hotel room, hosted by Master Jay.

Admittedly I did have my concerns as to what Jason was up to. He had become somewhat possessive recently - stalking me on Whatsapp demanding to know who I was talking to. And that's not to mention his bizarre comment about claiming me back from Mark at some point. He made no attempt to hide his annoyance when I said that Mark would be my lover. Jason was clearly regretting his matchmaking feats, but with a date already in the diary for Mark, there was nothing he could do about it. 

So we were unsure where things stood, but were delighted to be invited to one of Master Jay's private parties. Secretly I was really looking forward to seeing him again, and I wondered if he would play with me. I hoped he would, but I also worried that if this happened his claim on me would increase. I knew that if we had sex he would expect to own me.

Dale and I were the first guests to arrive at the hotel. We found Jason in the bar area. I was wearing the clothes Jason had instructed me to wear. As his kissed my cheek he moved in close, and I could tell from his body language he wanted to make me his that night. I still had my guard up so kept a polite distance. It wasn't long before two other couples arrived and two single black guys.

Jason was a perfect gentleman and host. After buying everybody drinks, we were ushered to a group of seating in a secluded corner. He instructed me where to sit, then promptly sat next to me forcing Dale and I apart. I realised he was making his claim on me for the night. But I was well out of my comfort zone, and not ready to be separated from by husband. Ever the gentleman though, Jason allowed me to swap places with him. So I ended up sitting between my husband and the host who clearly wanted me.

Master Jay was doing what he does well, and he was in his element; in charge and in control. His body language demonstrated to all that he had considered me his for the night. Fortunately, in view of the respect he seemed to command, I was confident no other guy would dare touch me without his permission!

For some time, Jason had raved on about his 'Black Bulls'. He had promised me unlimited sex with the fittest, most well hung, most energetic men in England if I were to become his subslut, but on finally being introduced to the some of them I was particularly unimpressed. Do you like that guy over there' he said nodding towards one of the black guys, who was taking an obvious interest in the new blood, clearly hoping the Master would be in a sharing mood. 'No!' I said somewhat indignantly. Jason knew very well what my type was. 'I know, that's why I invited him' he said smugly, edging closer to me on the sofa. Clearly he realised what a mistake he'd made with Mark, and would not be putting his more sophiticated Bulls in my path again. As Jason's arm snaked around me, I reminded him I that I didn't want him to own me. 'Well what makes you think I want you as my subslut?' he retorted back. Well at least that's been agreed, I thought. Whatever happens tonight, he knows he can make no demands on me.

Jason controlled the whole proceedings.  People were sent up to his room in small groups. Finally, he escorted Dale and I to the room. Never having been in this situation before I braced myself for what I might see. Action was well underway. The man who had been making eyes at me downstairs beckoned me to join in. I declined. Shortly after two other black guys and a single woman arrived not long after. Dale and I stood on the sidelines watching with interest.

Once Jason was satisfied all his guests were happy, he set to work on me. I was positioned against the wall and he started kissing me. His hands explored my body on the outside of my clothes, and fondled my breasts. His was gentle and sensual this time, very different from our more passionate kiss and grope in the pub carpark. Feeling a huge desire to give myself to this Dom Bull, I put my hands above my head to let him ravish me and do his will. When I felt his firm grip on my wrists above his head I started to move towards a submissive space. I looked over at Dale, whilst the Master kissed my neck. Dale's eyes fixated  on mine. Jason then released his grip and repositioned his hands back on my body. Slowly he moved his right hand down over my hip to my thigh, and I waited with anticipation as I felt his fingers creep higher up my skirt until he had moved my lace panties to one side. 'You're so wet' he murmured into my hair. 'You so nervous but you're wet for me' as he explored me with his fingers. Dale was watching intently. 'Tell Dale how wet you are' he commanded softly. Dale now had his hand in his trousers wanking furiously! In fact I don't think I'd ever seen him so excited.

I didn't have Master Jay's attention for long. Being the host I had to share him with the other women. He circulated the room like a feline predator, making sure each woman received equal attention. With growing sexual excitement fueled by jealousy, my eyes never left this Dom as I watched him give pleasure to other women. Jason never took his clothes off and nobody touched him, adding to his dominating mystique. His movements were graceful and he was in control reminding me of a matador. But I knew I was his girl that night. He frequently returned to me and I was the only one he kissed.

Whilst Jason was otherwise occupied, the man who had earlier invited me to join in, took the chance to make a pass at me. I declined Carl's persistent offer, but he still put his hand on my arse. I looked over at Jason for rescue, and he promptly moved over and subtly edged him out the way. Not wanting to cross with the Master, he immediately backed off. Jason sensed my anxiety. 'Don't worry' he said firmly. 'Nobody's going to touch you, I won't let them'. Jason proceeded back to kissing and playing with me, before doing his next circuit.

When I had my final turn of Master Jay, I became aware of of the unrelenting interest from the Carl. He was clearly determined for some new pussy that night. 'You're becoming such a good slut for me tonight' Master Jay murmured softly in my ear. If he'd used that kind of language by text, I would have been offended at what seemed aggressive language. But his liquid honey voice was even silkier than normal. His tone was as though he were saying 'I love you'. I wouldn't admit this to him, but I kind of liked it; it made me feel special. Carl was hovering dangerously close with his cock accessable were I to want it. 'You know this guy really wants you' said Jason softly. Carl smiled hopefully, gently stroking his cock. 'Would you like to?' Jason continued. 'NO!' I told him emphatically. 'Thats ok' he said soothingly. 'You see you had no reason to be worried. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. I've been a gentleman all night haven't I?' That was true. He knew he could have fucked me if he had wanted to, but he knew I was starting to have sub feelings for him, and he was decent enough to not what to mess me up in the head the way Ian did. 

In the early hours of Saturday morning Dale and I said goodnight to our lovely new friends. Master Jay gave me a sensual kiss goodbye and asked if I wanted him to text me. I went to bed on an emotional high. I floated through the rest of the weekend in a delicious state of euphoria, and didn't come back to earth until Sunday night.  It had been an amazing night, and felt it reasonable to say we were definately back in the saddle for the New Year.

However, given the beginnings of a sub state that Jason got me into, there may be a question mark over whether I'm actually holding the reigns. But then isn't that the whole point of being a sub - handing the reigns over to someone else?

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.

Confessions of an Alpha Cuck (part 1) - by Dale

Sarah has asked me to give a reflection on my journey to date. I haven't written anything since my description and reflection of our last encounter with Ian in early September. Five months on, it seems a good time to reconsider how I now feel about that fateful night, and what I am really looking for in this journey.

Communication with Ian, since our last meeting, had been sporadic at best.  He had privately confided in me how mega busy he was with his business, and we knew he was having to go to Europe a lot. So although Sarah took a negative view, I tried not to read too much into it. The break, however, had given me a chance to further reflect on what went wrong at the club, as described in our blogs 'From the frying pan to the fire' and 'badly burnt'.

Sarah's persistant desires to be someone's sub had increasingly bothered me. I felt that I was in danger of losing control of the situation, and another man controlling my wife may be detrimental to our marital well-being. The reality had confirmed my doubts, and indeed put me in a particularly bad space for some time afterwards. Sarah finds it difficult to understand why I did not like her being controlled by Ian, in particular performing on a stranger's cock under his instruction. The main reason for my discontent is that I felt marginalised and pushed out, whilst Ian and Sarah had all the fun. I realise that a true cuck should enjoy every minute of this humiliation, and lap up the scene played out for him. But this was not the case for me. 

After a lot of soul searching, and reading up on the internet, I came to the conclusion that I am in fact an Alpha Cuck - I derive pleasure from Sarah being a Hotwife, but I prefer to control how and when this happens. What Ian did failed to give me any pleasure, and not being included in the proceedings led, at the time, to resentment. I do not hold this against Ian - I actually have a great respect for him (and indeed great affection). In my opinion this transgression was one misjudgement of a man who had historically been impeccable at ensuring my inclusion. The event did however colour my thinking for some time. 

Be that as it may, Sarah had continued to declare herself a sub, and therefore in need of a Dom in her life. Although I have now moved on from the incident with Ian, I am not sure I agree with her assessment of her character; she is so lippy and volatile! But if I am wrong, with our home life being such a power struggle for control, I am still unsure if I can accept another man waltzing in and telling her what to do, and her complying unquestioningly. But out of love for my wife, and in recognition of her desires, I have agreed that she may pursue this path. However, Sarah is well aware of the need for some heavy negotiations with me. And in light of the above, maybe some sort of joint Domship too !!!

This of course was theoretical. For all of Ian's exciting text messages we have reached the conclusion that he is probably 80% a fantacist. We know that, if he has time, he will indulge in play and include some D/s roleplay if required. But as much as he is incapable of commiting to a vanilla relationship, he is probably equally as incapable of commiting to the threeway relationship that he likes to talk about in text messages. This was a shame because Ian works for both on so many levels. The theory he speaks of is entirely in line with my thoughts and desires, and if he could just deliver I think that the relationship between the three of us would be ideal. However, if we were to be active within this lifestyle we had to explore other paths.

By mid autumn Sarah had had enough of the lack of communication, that she finally agreed to make more positive steps towards searching for a new Bull, and going to clubs without Ian. She was also getting hungry for more unbridled passion!  We therefore went back to our well tested method of advertising on Craigslist. However after a number of disastrous dates we reached the conclusion that Craigslist is full of fantasists and time wasters. We revamped our profile on a swinging website, and had our first date with Master Jay, as described in 'fifty shades darker', 'six days as one of Master Jay's submissives' and 'fifty shades of a cuck'. The next blog gives my perspective on our relationship with an extreme Dom Bull....

A gift from Master Jay

Master Jay had always promised us that if it didn't work out with him, he would help us find someone more suitable from his seemingly extensive catalogue of 'Black Bulls'. Despite the frequent fallouts, Jason was true to his word.

In the week between Christmas and New Year we had a message from a guy called Mark. Jason had recommended him some weeks back, but Mark had not responded when Dale reached out via the swinger's website. This was understandable - this young educated black stud was drop dead gorgeous with a body to die for. Someone like him would have no need for middle aged women like myself. After all if I was struggling to hold the interest of reasonably attractive men like Ian, then I would have no chance with sex gods like Mark. I started to wonder if Master Jay had something to do with this turn of good luck.

'How's it going with Mark?' Jason texted a few days later. So this was his doing. 'Say thank you Jason' he said. I rolled my eyes and texted 'thank you'.

I felt bad though. Jason had really wanted me to be his sub, so to set us up with someone else (and on that matter the hottest black man in the South East), was a huge act of kindness. I asked Jason if he minded. Not because I believed it was his business or that he had a right to mind, but simply because I didn't want any discomfort. But to my surprise he said he didn't  mind as long as he was kept informed! He said that he would ensure Mark understood his right to claim me back when he was ready!

So that was what this selflessness was all about! Dale and I were gobsmacked!

Jason frequently complains that I am a confusing person, and that I send confusing conflicting messages about what I want. In my defense I would say that I am sexually attracted to Jason and simply fail to hide how I feel. That is not confusing - I desire something that, for a number of reasons, I can't have. I admit that, because of the mutual attraction, we are both guilty of leading each other on. But that is another issue. What now seems to be the case is that Jason, who rejected us as his cuckold couple (albeit a joint decision), apparently still had a claim on me. Now that's confusing!

Jason knew that we were back in communication with Ian. He had said he was happy for us, but I doubted the sentiment was genuine, and if I'd been in his shoes I would be pissed off. Then the penny dropped. Clearly if he couldn't own us as his cuckold couple, he would find another way of controlling our sex life. He knew that his control of us would cease should we go back to our former Bull.

But one of his Black Bulls - well that was maybe within his scope of influence!

And so the man, who desperately wanted me as his own, had set me up with the finest Black Bull on his Rolodex - one so fit he knew I couldn't fail to notice. Even if it meant marginalising the Master himself, allowing me a harmless playmate, maybe enough to remove the real threat to his position. Getting rid of our former Bull would enable him to maintain some control in my life! And besides, if I had become Master Jay's official sub, I would only have been allowed to sleep with black men of his choice. So Mark, I would've been fucking anyway. But a white guy like Ian - out of the question!

A glimpse through the window of the candy store

It has been nearly 3 months since the fateful night with Ian in the swing club in early September, as described in 'from the frying pan to the fire' and 'badly burned'. Sadly we haven't seen him since.

Communications in the aftermath, although continued on the same theme, were shorter, and he seemed busy and distracted. I feared he was bored of me, and since the night in the club, I had had a strong gut feeling that the relationship had run its course. He had become particularly one tracked minded, being entirely focused on the involvement of other people in our sexual activity. In the minimal text conversations, following that night, he was even worse, and suggestions to come to our house to experience more private fantasies were ignored. The only thing in his favour was that he had acknowledged to Dale at the club, and to myself the next day, that we needed to slow down on glory hole type experiences.

I wanted to call it a day. However, to my surprise, Dale said he couldn't live without Ian's text messages! So I told him to keep in touch if he must, but I personally couldn't handle it any more. It wasn't so much the recent pushy behaviour - we had known  him long enough to know that this could be resolved. But I was just so exhausted with chasing him for a date, then being shoe-horned in for a few hours on a week night. Surely this shouldn't be such hard work!

However I couldn't stop thinking about how good his bare cock felt inside me. I yearned to feel that again. So we continued to try and reach out.

But we were rarely able to get hold of him, and when we did, nothing meaningful came of it. As communications became more infrequent, I realised that, like Dale, I too needed the text banter. The Obsessive Addiction that I wrote about in the page 'Ian part 2' was stronger than ever. I came to terms with not having Ian fuck me, but I found I badly missed the sexting - after all 90% of the relationship had always been text message based.

I stopped taking the pill. This was more of a psychological step than anything; with Dale having had the snip, I had only gone on the pill for Ian - taking it everyday reminded me of what he wasn't giving me!

We tried again in November to meet up with him, and he responded with his usual enthusiasm, and as usual nothing came if it. He quickly disappeared again, and this was the final straw. It was time to forget him - at least for now. I was very angry, and Dale was bitterly disappointed. We had invested nearly a year and a half of our lives into this dream, on the strength of Ian's promises and fantasies. Time after time he failed to deliver what he had outlined to us in so many months of texting.

In fairness he more or less gave up the lifestyle when he started his own business; he works round the clock and spends a lot of time in Europe. As a result he no longer goes to the club, where he was  one of the more sought after single studs. We had observed with interest how he was welcomed in the club like the returning prodigal son - at least we knew that it wasn't just us! But it annoyed me that he had taken so many other couples on exciting journeys, and that by the time we met him when he no longer had time to play. 

On the other hand, when one wants something, one makes it happens. And Ian was bang out of order to continually promise something he wasn't willing or able to deliver on. Ian is, to all intents and purposes, a total fantasist. He means well with what he says, but he drifts through life and doesn't think, and as a result over promises.  I don't believe he intends to cause hurt and disapointment, but Dale and I feel like a child who has been shown the candy store, then told 'this is what you can't have'!

Throughout the autumn we continued our search for a man to join us in bed. We decided not to look for another Dom. Ian had done our heads in. What we now wanted was an uncomplicated drama free threesome - the kind that Jerry gave us in January. That, we believed, would make us feel much better! 

Then after meeting a number of unsuitable men, and having even more communications that came to nothing, we started talking to another Dom Bull. Will we ever learn?

And things went fifty shades darker.....

... 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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