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!!

A spit roast with cream on top

After some amazing and much needed sex, as described in the second instalment, 'Reacquainting with our Bull', of this 4 part series, the three of us cooled off in the garden and enjoyed the warm balmy July evening. It wasn't long though before the three of us were back in the room for round 2.

To our surprise Ian suggested that Dale and I make love. Feeling somewhat self-conscious at being asked to do this in front of another person, we tentatively came together in a loving kiss. Dale moved his hands over my body the way I like, whilst Ian leant against the wall gently wanking. We lowered ourselves to the couch kissing passionately as our bodies entwined. I enjoyed Dale concentrating on squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples with his mouth and fingers. Dale knows I like lots of attention on my breasts, and Ian watched intently, perhaps  learning some tips on how I like to be played with. Then out of the corner of my eye I observed the horny voyeur slowly moving, with cat-light steps, towards us, clearly not being able to resist joining in. I felt his hand gently stroke my calf as he sat down on the coach. I then became aware of Ian shifting around the couch and settling at my head. I could feel him stroking my hair. Dale moved on top of me and we started to make love, as Ian watched. I then requested Dale take me from behind. Dale, conscious that this is Ian's position with me, asked his permission before turning me over. I soon found out why Ian was so keen for me to be on all fours for my husband. He had already positioned himself by my head so that he was ready for me when I turned round. As Dale plunged into me, I found Ian's cock suggestively in front of my mouth. Ian took a firm hold of my hair, and I realised what was going to happen next.

As with my spit roasting with Jerry, back in January, I found I couldn't get enough of this. Dale banging into me with his big cock as I gobbled Ian's equally big cock, my hunger so extreme that I kept taking it so far into my mouth that I gagged! How lucky I was to have 2 well-endowed men taking care of me! Dale started to spank me hard, and I requested he do it even harder. This got me really fired up, and when I took a breather from Ian's cock, I expressed to him how much I wanted him to come to our house and put me in a dog collar. "I could lead you round" Ian volunteered with passion. "And then I want you to whip me with a riding crop" I informed him, suspecting that I was now pushing Ian's boundaries. But I didn't care any more because I really need this from my Dom.

Ian has very specific interests regarding domination, and they primarily involve group and public sex. From a previous conversation I have seen him visibly wince when we told him how Dale has created red stripes across my arse with a crop. Just as Ian is trying to get me to the space where I pleasure other men under his instruction, I am trying to get him comfortable with whips and bondage. He is up for spanking me, but he once said it won't be hard. Hopefully he would see how much I was enjoying Dale spank me hard.

Once my two favourite men had thoroughly roasted me on the spit, I looked up at my Dom, whilst my husband was still fucking me from behind. It was extremely hot in the room, and we were all sweating. My smooth ironed blond hair hung in sweaty unruly tendrils around my face, though Ian was still holding on tight to the rest of my hair. I'm sure I looked extremly well used! "Hello" Ian said to me several times in a childlike voice, as though he were talking to a pupply or a very cute small dog. I continued to look up at him whilst Dale continued fucking me. Eventueally my Dom instructed his bitch on heat to lie back so both my men could play with me. Dale, who knows what I like, started to roughly tease one of my nipples and pull on the piercing. I suggested Ian do the same to other other side. He tentatively took hold of the ring, which he had always avoided before, so I asked him if it worried him. He said he didn't want to hurt me. I guess this guy simply doesn't like anything that may cause pain. Perhaps I will have to teach him how exquisite sexual pain can be. Perhaps I will have to teach him how to be a Dom!

Ian next encouraged me to lick both his and Dale's cocks at the same time. He asked me if I liked this, and I told him that I liked being worshipped by two men. He nodded approvingly, then informed me that he was going to cum on my face. My cuckold husband compliantly sat back to patiently wait for his second treat that evening. I closed my eyes then tentatively opened my mouth, as I knew, from many a text message, that Ian was looking forward to cumming on my tongue. But ever the gentleman, he told me to keep my mouth closed - he knew I hate the taste and texture of semen.  As he shot his load, for the second time that night, I regarded him with increased respect - he understood the importance of building me up slowly, not frightening me off. And with my sexy lover's cum all over my face, Dale immediately dived in to clean up - but not before I had stuck my tongue out of the corner of my mouth to sample a drop of Ian's sweet tasting cream. Mmm - maybe next time....

Read the next blog 'Ian - Dom Bull or second husband', where Dale questions whether our chosen Bull is really up to the job.

Second cream pie from Ian (by Dale)

Well that was delicious.

After another evening of wine and food in yet another stylish City bar, our Bull escorted us, for the second time, to his deserted office. This time we were more familiar with one another, so it flowed much better, and I had the infinite pleasure of sitting back and watching Ian service my Hotwife whilst I gently wanked.

I sat in one of the chairs and mentally prepared for the show. They stood in front of me, and Ian took my beloved in his arms, and they came together with passionate kisses, as he lovingly caressed and explored her body, his hands moving gently over her breasts and her bare shoulders. She in turn undid the buttons of his crisp white shirt and started to explore his lean torso with her mouth and hands. Eventually his desire overcame him and he expressed that he "had to taste her".

He went to get a chair for her, and she obediently sat down and opened her legs as he knelt at her feet in preparation. After removing the new Victoria's Secret panties, that I had bought her to wear for Ian, I watched as his mouth became quickly glued to her clitoris. They looked so natural together. Sarah could not control herself as he expertly waggled his tongue over her clit, teasingly ignoring her wanting vagina. I'm sure the building cleaners must have heard her moans, and unlike our time with Jerry, Ian was unphased and allowed her full vent of emotions. 

Then, being a gentleman and not forgetting me, Ian instructed Sarah to suck my cock. I was very grateful, as Sarah had told me that she expected me to just sit and watch. It was a pleasure to feel my wife's warm soft mouth nursing my semi erect penis, as she knelt on the floor to service me. This didn't last long, though, because when she paused to look at Ian, who was standing behind  her gently teasing her wet pussy with his fingers, she saw that he had taken his trousers off and was offering her a stonkingly hard throbbing cock, which put my semi soft offering to shame. He simple said "my turn", and she obediently turned 180 degrees to kneel for her young lover.

On reflection, though, rather than Ian being a considerate gentleman, I think this was a shrewd tactic to contrast the cuck with the Bull, not to mention commence his psychological domination of Sarah. 

Well I can honestly say that I have never seen Sarah give head so enthusiastically. Porn star quality with slurping and gagging leaving Ian and I agog. In fact, she was so frantic, several times Ian had to urge her to slow down!! Furthering the domination theme, Ian instructed Sarah to put her hands behind her back. This she willingly did without batting an eyelid. Although we had questioned after last time whether Ian was really what he'd made himself out to be, we now realised that he'd just started us gently. We could see the Dom Bull creeping more and more into the scenario. 

Finally, he could take it no more. He stood Sarah up and took her out of her skirt, and then so keen to fuck her, he commanded Sarah to "bend over", before he had a chance to remove her top. She obediently tuned back 180 degrees and rested in my lap as she presented her Dom with her shapely backside. Not rushing things he took ample time to tease her opening by placing his cock head on her pussy lips. She was half heartedly sucking my still semi erect cock, but the feel of his stiff rod behind her made her completely lose interest in me, and I watched her squirm and wiggle her hips back trying to catch his hard youthful cock. He would not be rushed and made her beg for it.

Still standing, he finally put her out of her misery, and plunged is sizeable instrument into her pussy, with exclamations as to how tight she felt. She was still bent over my lap, but she had now forgotten me, now that this experienced young stud was talking care of her desperate pussy.

Then, Sarah completely surprised Ian by going down on all fours, taking him with her so that they didn't miss a stroke as they repositioned. I remained sitting in my chair wanking whilst my wife was fucked at my feet my her lover. I watched Ian caress her back and ass, commenting all the while on how nice she looked in that position and how tight she was. 

A couple of things stood out in my memory, which I am sure will be expanded upon later. Firstly he gave Sarah several whacks on the ass cheeks, which sent her wild and begging for more (she loves her rough play does my Sarah).  Secondly, he licked his thumb and suggestively prodded her anus, which she also seemed to enjoy.

Her tight pussy seemed to be doing the trick, and before long he was ready to cum. As he held my wife round her waist, pulling her deeper over his cock, he instructed her to look up at me. This she did and I saw the look of exquisite pleasure on her face as she experienced the pulsation of his cock as rope after rope of fertile sperm was delivered into her naked womb. 

As they broke apart I couldn't wait for my reward. But then Sarah did something totally out of character and demonstrated to us both that she was now a true Hotwife. Feeling she had not had enough of his cock, she leant over his supine body on the floor, and greedily started to suck his still hard cock. "Darling, you look so pretty" he gushed several times, emotion yet again temporarily getting the better of this Dom Bull, as she cleaned up their combined juices.

At the same time I dove into her spread legs and licked every drop of Ian's cum from her bare pussy. 

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'.

The following evening with Jerry (by Dale)

Revised May 2014 by including more sexual detail of the event

What a night !!!!

We met Jerry for drinks in a smart part of central London.  After three rounds I could see, from where I was sitting, that his hand was suggestively caressing her stockinged thigh. It had been made clear to him that this was a 'get to know you' drink with no sex. He obviously he wanted to explore her a little further though, so suggested that we might like to go back to his flat for a glass of champagne, and so that we could both feel her breasts. Rightly so, as the pub we were in was a little full and bright, although he and Sarah did enjoy their first kiss while I was at the washroom (this seems to be when all bulls make their first move !!!) He assured Sarah that he would not go below the waist, and I'm sure she looked disappointed when he said that. Privately I knew what would happen once this experienced player started touch my horny wife in private, so I made sure I got some condoms from the washroom vending machine.

The walk back to his flat was brief, although he did ask Sarah for her hand as I dutifully tagged along beside them. When we got through his door the ambient lighting was set, jazz music softly playing, and champagne chilling in the fridge. What a charmer - he knew exactly what he was doing!

Champers was poured all round and Sarah and Jerry settled onto the sofa, with me in the chair opposite.  Wasn't long though before they had shifted closer together and lips and tongues were busy exploring each other, his hands moving over her breasts. 'You're the perfect size' he said. How did he know that a compliment like that would make her putty in his hands! Ever the gentleman, Jerry asked if I could see ok, and suggested that I come over to the sofa to get a better look. I was straight across and sipped my champagne while getting a ring side seat to all the action.  

And boy what action there was.....

Kissing, caressing, exploring. He lifted up her top and pushed her bra down, expressing pleasant surprise at Sarah's nipple piercings, which he immediately proceeded to pull and tug on, causing her exquisite pleasure. He then instructed me to undress her. It wasn't long before Sarah was naked bar her tiny lace panties and hold-up stockings. Jerry was all over her with sexual excitement. His hands kneading her firm breasts, pushing them together, licking her erect pierced nipples. He seemed surprised and delighted at their fullness and youthfulness.

Then Jerry knelt on the floor at her feet, pulled Sarah's panties to one side and started to prepare the way with a very sensual tongue bathe of her pussy.  I thought she was going to cum right there and then, and she never cums from oral! He seemed to really enjoy licking her clitoris, while gently fingering her and getting her wet. She couldn't take it any more, which I knew would be the case, and begged him to fuck her. She must have been horny to use that kind of language! But true to his word, to not have sex with my wife on this occasion, he declined. Sarah was having none of that - what Sarah wants Sarah gets! She'll just bide her time.

Jerry asked me if I would like to see my wife give him a blowjob (as if he needed to ask !!!!) and within seconds Sarah was sucking the end of his impressive cock. She did though insist that if she was to do this for him, then she fully expected him to make love to her before the evening was over....the little minx !! The language that she used, preferring the soft phraseology, only enhanced the erotic expectation. 'I'll just go and get a condom' he said in his clipped accent. He must have known exactly what he was doing when he invited us back! He returned from his bedroom with a condom,  very keen to get stuck in right there on the couch.  However, Sarah, with comfort in mind, suggested that we all move to the bedroom. Naturally Jerry could not refuse the lady's polite request and off we toddled.

What can I say, but sheer erotic poetry.  Such a sight seeing my gorgeous MILF entwined in another man's arms being brought to ecstasy. Seeing his penis enter her, as I pulled her lips open and offering him my wife, was amazing. He made love to her in missionary position for a short while, until she requested to be taken from behind. 'Of course' he said obligingly as though she had asked him to pass the salt! So she turned over and presented him with her shapely backside, and he immediately plunged his sizeable instrument into her already wet open pussy. She really came alive then, and then to add to the fuel, Jerry said 'shall we roast her?' in his public school voice. Sarah turned her head nervously and said 'what's that?' Jerry gave her a sly smile as I walked to the top of the bed and shoved my own big hard cock in her mouth. And she did not stop screaming with ecstasy as she enjoyed a cock in each end. In fact Jerry looked nervous at one point, and told me to calm her down for fear that the police would be called!

So my wife says she doesn't like threesomes - bullshit I think !!!

At the end of the sex session, Sarah surprised me by asking Jerry to cum on her face. He must have turned her on, for her to want this, as she doesn't like cum. However I know that it was Ian who has groomed her to this space, so I felt some sadistic pleasure that, with all his dicking us about, another man gets the benefit of Ian's hard work. Anyway, Jerry, came buckets on her face, and she was soaked. I was itching to clean her up, but wasn't sure what Jerry would think of that. Then he threw her a towel, so the opportunity was gone.

As we hadn't planned on going quite this far on the first date, the last train home was looming and we had to make a move. But not before Jerry produced a paddle and started to (playfully ?!?!) spank Sarah for 'being naughty'. 

Success all round and Sarah's marital vows well and truely in tatters. We got dressed, then sat politely in his lounge finishing our champagne. Then Jerry led Sarah to the guest room to get her coat. He closed the door, me waiting in the hall by the front door. Fortunately they were back out within thirty seconds. It was a Cuckold moment! She told me he gave her a quick snog when he shut the door. It was only for a moment, but I guess he was testing the boundaries.

Read the next blog 'Sarah's reflections on Jerry'.