Hot sticky sex and a cream pie

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Impromptu fun (part 2) - by Dale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 1)

For weeks I had been looking forward to Master Jay's party. It sounded like it was going to be an awesome event. But I was also excited about seeing Jason again, and was secretly hoping to continue where we had left off in at his January party. I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up though. Firstly he had said he rarely plays at his own parties. Secondly he always maintains that he will own us full on as his cuck couple, or not at all. I had told him how I felt about him, with regards to my 'sub feelings', but he was also aware that Dale had lost interest. And this, he had informed me, considerably changed the goal posts! Since that discussion he had backed off somewhat. So, although I had hoped Jason would play with me again, I was well aware that I might just have to settle for platonic friendship. 

I was also having doubts about whether I really truly wanted to be owned. When we first met Jason, back in November, nothing was happening for us, so his proposal was extremely tempting. And for me, it continues to be an appealing and very exciting idea. But since then, Dale and I have had a lot of fun with Mark who is keen for a repeat, and we are also back in communication with Ian. In addition we have been in contact with other party organisers. With the potential fun on the horizon for Dale and myself, I would have to question the benefits of giving all that up, in order to surrender ourselves into ownership with Master Jay. And even if Jason were to convince me, Dale would never agree to losing our sexual freedom, something we hadn't fully appreciated when we first discussed this arrangement with Jason.

In truth, I too, despite my increasing desires for domination, was going off the idea of being someone's permanent submissive. As an alternative I was starting to toy with the idea of having occasional D/s experiences. Ironically, this was probably all Ian had ever wanted from me anyway - he probably would have been very happy to dominate me for a night, then leave us to live our lives. It was me who had wanted more. But I was now interested in Jason, who sadly, was unlikely to accept me on this 'part time' basis.

But what I really really wanted from Jason, in my deeper fantasies, was to be tied up and whipped with a riding crop. Readers of this blog will know that I had historically wanted Ian to do this. But Ian was not really interested in this aspect of BDSM, nor had ever done it. And now that I had gone off Ian as a Dom, my increasing fantasies around domination involved Master Jay taking me to the dungeon, undressing me down to my knickers, tying my hands behind my back and beating me in front of everyone. Oh wow!!! My thoughts were becoming more advanced - all I had wanted from Ian was to be whipped in front of Dale in the privacy of our bedroom!

I was terribly nervous upon arrival at the party. I had put a considerable amount of time and effort into my appearance so that Jason could not resist playing with me. Unfortunately he was nowhere to be seen. We had met his primary sub upon arrival and she seemed very nice. It wasn't until we were being given a tour of the club by another guest, that we finally came across Jason. He was delighted to see me, and when he leant in close to kiss my cheek, his hand dropped down and skimmed my arse. He put his head through the door to the foyer where his sub was greeting guests, and asked if we had all met. Then I heard him say jokingly to her "have you scratched her eyes out yet?" Oh, I thought, what kind of pillow talk has been taking place about me?

Jason seemed put out that someone else was showing us around and not him. He then looked at me with pleasant surprise, and enthused about how gorgeous I looked - I don't think he had expected me to pull it off! He kissed me again, and this time his hand fondled my bottom purposefully, making it clear to the black man showing us around that I was his. I knew then that Jason had every intention of playing with me that night, and had come with that intention!

Sometime later we ran into Jason again. Deciding it was playtime, he took my hand and I obediently followed him to a room, with Dale tagging along behind. There were a couple of women on the bed being serviced by a number of black men, whilst their hubbies looked on. There were also other black men on the sidelines hoping for an invite to the fun. I knew Dale hoped that one day it would be me being serviced on the bed by numerous black men.

I leant against the wall and Jason started giving me teasing kisses. Eventually he couldn't take it any more and engulfed me passionately, his tongue exploring my mouth and hands exploring my body. He slipped his fingers underneath my knickers, and the sound of his breathing couldn't fail to hide his enjoyment. "Am I wet?" I asked him. "You are always wet for me" he murmured gruffly into my ear. Then he said with an edge,  "aren't you? You are always wet for me." He held onto my hair, and I said "yes Jason". Then he said softly again, but increasing his grip on my hair "I know you think about me all the time." His  seductive voice was like liquid honey, and I melted into the trappings of sub space as his fingers slid about in my sopping pussy. 

I couldn't resist touching the bulge in his trousers. I toyed with his zip, wondering whether to explore further, so he removed his cock for me and placed my hand on it. I started to feel some pressure on my head as he tried to push me down for a blowjob. I quickly came back to earth. I didn't want this. I didn't want to suck cock in front of lots of people, and despite the sexual attraction with Jason, I didn't want to get too intimate with him. I feared if we went too far, he would inevitably own me. I became very nervous, and Dale took me out of the room to calm down.

Upon return I was welcomed back by Jason. He embraced me against the wall, and firmly reassured me that he would look after me. I told him I didn't want him to fuck me, but I wanted him to whip me. He resumed kissing and fondling me, but before long, I had to share him with another Hotwife. I stood on the sidelines with Dale, and Jason watched me intently, as he moved his hands over her voluptuous body. I didn't take my eyes of him once. It wasn't long before he couldn't resist coming back to me, and he asked if he had made me jealous. I confirmed that he had, and he said "that's why I did it". "As long as you only kiss me' I told him possessively. Jason gave a dirty laugh, and kissed me ardently.

The jealously had turned me on so much, that in the heightened passion I bit Jason's neck. He pulled back shocked, and stared at me. His light hazel eyes, so incongruous against his dark olive skin and black hair, bore into me. OMG I thought, what's he going to do to me? Jason said nothing, kissed me again, then turned me around. I was bent over the bed, had my dress pushed up around my waist, and I was made to endure my first spanking from Master Jay. It was delicious. I had wanted him to do that for so long!

When he'd finished he sat next to me on the edge of the bed and cuddled me. Then I started to feel the hand of another man stroking my thigh. Jason was true to his word about looking after me, and promptly removed the uninvited hand. He then pushed me flat on the bed, and lay on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him, whilst he told me that he would fuck me one day, and that one day I would belong to him.

His voice was filled with urgency and wanting, and I stopped worrying about the outcome and just enjoyed. As Jason was whispering to me, Dale left the room to get water. Jason continued telling me that I was his, and I was to do as I'm told. It was so sexy. I drifted back into sub space, as he entered deep into the dark recesses of my mind, where even Ian hasn't managed to go.

Then Jason said he will only ever fuck me bareback. My senses started  to return. I told him we can't do it bare, because I'm not on the pill at the moment. He seemed annoyed at me spoiling the fantasy, and told me emphatically that he would breed me, and that I was to do as he said. I kept objecting and he kept repeating what would happen, until I could argue no more.

"There's something between us, and you feel it too" he told me firmly. Does that mean, I wondered, that this is fate, and that eventually I will end up being owned by Master Jay, however much I fight it?

Dale returned. He was clearly bored to see us still lying entwined on the bed, so decided to initiate some more action. He told Jason that I wanted him to take me to the dungeon.....

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!!

The floodgates open with a BBC - by Dale

I had been trying to encourage Sarah for many years to sample the delights of a BBC. As readers of my Twitter account will know, Sarah had been almost BBC exclusive for the best part of ten years, prior to meeting me, and had mistakingly thought, she had had her fill. However she was misguided. Master Jay had very kindly put us in touch with the stunning Mark, and from all we had seen it looked like all my Christmases were about to come at once !!! The pictures we had seen showed a stunningly fit body, a gorgeous face, and a real twinkle in his eye. And most importantly he did not include any cock shots, which would have offended Sarah from the start!

We agreed to meet at a swanky roof top bar in London, and unlike many of our past dates with BBCs, he was on time, at the bar waiting for us, and immediately offered to buy Sarah and I a drink. We were off to a great start, and all Sarah's boxes were being ticked. The conversation flowed naturally and we soon found out that this urbane, well dressed gentleman had been born in Africa, but brought up in the States, and had lived in many places throughout the world. I thought we had died and gone to heaven. 

Over a couple of drinks we discussed backgorunds, journeys and expectations. Mark and Sarah got closer together and more flirtatious. Eventually I couldn't take it any more and suggested that we head back to our hotel room for some fun. Mark held Sarah's hand throughout the short walk, as I led the way. In the lift Mark could wait no longer, and turning to Sarah, kissed her, and let his hands wander over her body. What a sight it was for me watching from the other side of the lift, and seeing their reflection in the mirrors!

In the hotel room Mark wasted no time, and immediately tore Sarah's clothes from her body. Perhaps quicker than I would have liked, but this BBC meant business. With camera to hand, to capture every minute, I stood back and led them have their fun.

Mark proved to be a love machine, and for the next four hours, pounded Sarah non-stop. This young black stud had her in every position, and seemed to have an unending thirst for sex. The contrast of their skin was truly amazing; Sarah's milky white body lying under this dark velvety god, and seeing her legs and arms wrapped around him was sheer bliss for me. The one thing that really sticks out in my mind though was whenever Mark took a breather from fucking her, he used his fingers to make her gush like an oilwell. This technique and outcome was a new experience for both of us, and the e effect of the floodgates opening only infamed him more, as each time his cock was back inside her for another bought of vigorous sex.

After an exhausting and highly pleasurable four hours of non-stop fucking, Sarah was left satisfied and realising that I had been completely right. In my opinion Sarah only deserves being pleasured by a BBC, and we will definately arrange a repeat.

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.

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.

Interviewing our new Bull - the real Ian (by Dale)

We had a great time last night having dinner and drinks with our new Bull. No sex and very little touching which was a first for Sarah however we decided to handle this one differently. We want to really get to know Ian after Sarah's eight month cyber affair which can be read about in 'Ian part 1 - a cyber affair'. He wasn't quite what we expected. Softer, gentler and more human. What surprised us was that he acted quite camp and not the big hard Bull that came across in his texts. However there was a mysterious look in his eyes every time we got onto the topic of sex. Like a switch was flicking in his head.  Sarah was mesmerised by this look and felt that he was making love to her with his eyes alone. We spent six hours in a quaint old pub in South London talking about everything including what Ian plans to do with Sarah when he gets her to the bedroom.

What was amazing is that this guy really gets the Trinity of hot wife, cuckold, bull that we are after and is really keen to ensure that we are all getting something from the experience. He was just as interested in making sure that I was happy as Sarah.

Having no sex on the first date has only heightened Sarah's desire to have Ian again and fully consummate the relationship. He has though given her a taste of what is to come with a very romantic kiss with a hint of passion to come as we said goodnight.

Read Sarah's perspective in the next blog 'Slow smouldering effects of a hypnotic seduction'.

Clearing the way for the Perfect Bull

The past couple of weeks have been nerve-racking and at times disappointing.

Dale reached out to Ian for the first time since things went wrong in the autumn. That was positive. Ian is looking forward to the meet. They have agreed a time and a place, and they have explored a fantasy about Ian touching my bare thigh in the pub and maybe even gently stroking my clit......I took a sharp intake of breath when I was showed that text messages. However, I am still very nervous about whether it will really come off given Ian's track record over the past eight months. So with this uncertainty in mind I was relieved that a date with Jerry was planned for the week before - that made Ian seem less important.

Then disaster hit with Jerry......

Dale texted him to arrange details for our date. It took Jerry several days to reply and this worried me - he had already postponed earlier this month. Eventually when he did get back to us it was not good news.  He was very sorry but had met someone so had to cancel. Ever the gentleman he softened the blow by saying that I was beautiful and sexy and that if his situation changed he would be back in touch. I was at first very hurt and disappointed but realising he is a single man whose life is likely to change quickly I decided to reply to the text. I thanked him for letting us know and for being honest, and confirmed that it would be no problem if he ever did wish to get back in touch. And that I thought would be that - at least for now.

Oddly he texted straight back expressing his appreciation for my understanding, and that he looked forward to renewing our acquaintance, and was certain we would be together intimately again. This surprised me and gave me mixed emotions. I could understand if he had met someone, but now he was implying it wasn't that serious and that he was just parking us for the duration of the relationship. I wasn't sure whether to be offended that he was pushing me to one side due to a better offer, or flattered that despite having a new girlfriend he still wanted me. I did, however, have the greatest respect for his honesty which I find is a rarity these days. So after thinking about it for the morning I realised he was keeping the door open and that cutting of my nose to spite my face would not do me any good as I know how difficult it is to find a suitable man in this situation. I extended the hand of friendship to him - apart from anything else it is nice to have friends in the lifestyle who understand which is more or less what I told him. He then requested to exchange kinky text messages with me from time to time. 

Well that I hadn't expected either. So now I'm confused. He clearly has no intention of staying faithful to this girl if he wants to sext me, in which case he may as well have met us as planned. Dale says I'm being harsh, as from the male perspective there is a big difference between sending naughty text messages and actually having sex, the latter being disloyal to his new girlfriend, the former is okay. Let's see where this goes ...........

The other recent disappointment is that David seems to have turned out to be a one night stand. Dale got in touch but to no avail. I think Dale was more upset than me because he is truly obsessed with me having sex with a black man. David was gorgeous, polite and educated - exactly what we always look for, but the circumstances never gave me a chance to get to know him so I don't feel I'm missing anything. The only problem is that Dale now has a taste for it and if he doesn't get his fix from me being with David, he will start hounding me to find another BBC and I don't know if I can keep up with Dale's needs.

Fortunately there is Ian whom we are seeing next week. Strangely I don't feel quite so excited about that now. It is Jerry I want, however, this new found complacency with Ian may be a good thing. I am now well prepared for it not to work with Ian. I will not accept anything less than what I deserve, and if Ian is not a true gentleman when we meet, I am ready to walk away.

On the other hand, perhaps the disappearance of Jerry and David means that it is meant to be with Ian, after waiting for 8 months for him. Maybe fate is just clearing the way for my Perfect Bull!

What a cuckold needs from a Bull

I have copied an article I found on Tribe recently entitled "What a cuckold needs from a Bull" originally posted by Host. 

Sexual Prowess - Obviously the Bull must have the God given talent of satisfying the slut wife sexually. He must be able to bring her to orgasm as much or preferably more, than this wimp could. Tangents of this theme are cock size - the bigger the dick, the more both the wimp and wife will worship him: Repeat Ability and or Stamina - if this Bull can fuck my wife for an hour it makes my ten minute efforts even more pitiful: Heavy Cummer - both for the wifes enjoyment and the cuck's humiliation

Self confidence & an Air of Authority - The Dom bull must be able to control both the wife and the cuckold through his inner strength. This does not mean physical threatening. On the contrary the self confidence and inner strength is more of a quiet firmness. The wife will melt under this strength and the cuck will roll over at his command.

Willingness to Include the Cuck - at some level. All cucks share an extraordinary love for their wife - after all a large part of this scenario is seeing the wife in the throes of orgasm. This relationship is truly three way though -- the cuck is not and should not be in charge but he does need to get his needs fulfilled (the needs of making sure his wife is sexually cared for and humiliation). He (the cuck)willingly gives his wife to a Bull sexually, but he must be sure in his own mind that the relationship (marriage) will not end. He (the cuck) will be content to love his wife, and take care of her financially while giving up his marital rights to her, as long as the "relationship" can continue.

Open Minded Sexually - the Dom should not be bi-sexual but he must be willing (in order to exert his control and the cucks humiliation) to use the cuck sexually to at least some extent. this aspect differs with each relationship but -- a truly hetro wimp's humiliation is so much more complete when he finds that he is so controlled that not only will he suck the bulls cum out of his wife's well fucked pussy, he will even submit to sucking the cock of the man who fucks her. A tangent of this is control of the wimps own orgasms. The Dom bull should be willing to exert enough control to get the wimp to agree to giving him the power over the wimps orgasms. Most wimps need some sort of sexual release or the arrangement becomes untenable. The key for the Dom bull is to limit his sexual release so that the thought is ALWAYS on his mind but the Dom's control is ever present.

These are of course very individual items and will vary from person to person.

The physical taste and presence of the bull is wonderful. The visual imagery is also very much stimulating... but you question the dominate role of the bull... why? For me, the aspect that this other man is more capable of servicing my wife is part of the foundation to the lifestyle.

I agree that the humiliation is NOT a REQUIRED component to a cuckold relationship. However, the physical aspect of him taking what is yours IS.

Some men prefer that their cuckolding is done on a "permission based" system. The husband has to give constant approval to the bull in taking the wife. Not permission to have, but permission to the bull in the form of "authority acknowledgement". Your acknowledging that he is better endowed.. he is possibly a better lover.. that he has the right to have your wife... that you like the submissive role of having him take her in front of you or with your knowledge. This permission based system has NO humiliation part to it.

Cuckolding is not an all-or-nothing choice.

There are VAST degrees of cuckolding. The the playful end, we have the above referenced "permission based" system... and on the more serious side, we have total "feminization and subservience of the husband" to his wife and her bull.

The changing role that each cuckold will change over time. Those changes, if properly expressed to your wife, will allow for the greatest amount of enjoyment from the relationship. For me, I know that my individual tastes fluctuate with time, my personal attitude, and the specific bull. While these tastes change, I acknowledge that this type of relationship is important to me, exciting to me, desirous by me and wanted by me.

As many of you know, I have commented on this matter in a number of other discussion threads... but a cuckold needs a Bull that will provide him with a number of different things:

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providing sexual satisfaction for his wife/gf

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the willingness to treat the cuckolds wife as his own woman.

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the willingness to take her forcefully and with disregard to the cuckold.

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the willingness to humiliate the cuckold by asking for things... like get me a drink..

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the willingness to encourage the woman to try sexual things she would not do with the cuckold.

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possibly the willingness to have the cuckold service him, personally, with his mouth.

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the possible willingness to have the cuckold prepare his wife for him, and then to leave the room for a more intimate time with his wife.

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The Bull should have the qualities to provide satisfaction's to not only the woman but to also understand the cuckold's needs. Does the cuckold want physical humiliation? Forced sucking? Verbal humiliation? Denial of sexual satisfaction? The Bull needs to speak with the Cuckold also!

That way, each persons fulfillment is achieved.