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.

Reaquainting with our Bull

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becoming Ian's sub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A BBC at last !!! (by Dale)

Well we went to a naturist club at the weekend and had an amazing time.  It was great seeing Sarah bare her body bar her tiny bikini bottoms and naturally had every male in the place drooling over her as she proudly displayed her breasts.  Compare to other women her age,  Sarah has got superbly pert and firm breasts, with piercings nicely topping off each pink nipple. What a sight seeing her at the bar fully on display.

For me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven as the number of black men very much outweighed the white population with almost every one worth pursuing especially compared to their droopy white competition. It seems to be the norm though for them to keep their bathing suits on rather than show off their beautiful fims asses and packet but perhaps they were trying not to intimidate the white boys too much who were happy to run around nude.

We spent a lot of time exploring the various steam rooms and saunas and just chilling in the pools. Naturally there was more than the odd hand and leg drifting across the jacuzzi to "innocently" rub against her. Sarah managed to get four offers of play which was a great achievement. The first from a young Brazilian student who was cute but a bit forward and well below Sarah's age preference. She likes a man to be a man!  The second and third from couples who for one reason or another didn't appeal to us. The forth and successful offer came from a man a bit younger than Sarah who on paper ticked every box, City type, educated, well mannered, respectful etc. In addition to that he was tall, black, perfect body, dark velvety skin. The only thing missing was the fact that meeting him virtually naked in a pool didn't give Sarah much time for flirting and relationship building, which readers will know is her prerequisite.  However, she was a brave bunny and, in honesty to keep me happy, agreed to pop along to the play room for some fun. She understood how much I needed to see this, but I'm sure she is formulating a quid pro quo to get something back from me !!!  I can see I will have to allow her a lone date with one of her lovers before long as her reward.

David had already been fingering my wife's freshly shaved pussy and tugging her nipples in the jacuzzi much to the pleasure of the eight Eastern European single men who were also in the pool probably wondering what magic this black stud had that they didn't. Where shall I start .......

Anyway, what an amazing site when we got to the playroom and David took Sarah in his arms and pressed his lovely full lips against hers. I was orgasmic seeing the contrast in skin tone as they both explored each other bodies...dark hands on milky white breasts, Sarah's small hand on his thick black cock with the pre cum dribbling out as he instructed her to squeeze really tightly at the head. It just got better from there. We think he understands the trinity that we have spoken about as he has been with couples before and mention that he wants to please both of us and make us stronger as a couple. Just what we like to hear.

Sarah very kindly allowed me to participate in the fun and I was lucky to enjoy her doggy style as she gobbled up David's cock - she does seem to like her spit roasting!!!! Sadly we didn't think our play would get that far so had no condoms to hand, so poor me didn't get to see Sarah's fat pussy lips impaled on his BBC, nor his beautiful firm ass ramming into her with that amazing rhythm all black men seem to have when fucking. The consolation prize was worth it though as he instructed Sarah to lie down while he shot his load on her tits. And what a load too. I was so tempted to clean it all up, but not knowing David well didn't like to presume without his permission. 

We have though exchanges phone numbers so hope to arrange some more play real soon.