Hot sticky sex and a cream pie

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Impromptu fun (part 2) - by Dale

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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 !!! 

Impromptu fun (part 1) - by Dale

We decided to change our approach and go for a nice English middle class boy who lives locally. The lengthy train journeys into London, followed by a crowded pub with nowhere to sit, to meet a man who doesn't buy his fair share of drinks, and nods his head like the Churchill dog as he wonders where the hotel is, was starting to become tedious. Or the mandingo parties, which of course have their place, but when one is married to such a snobby hotwife, who won't play unless the black man concerned is gym fit and intellectually engaging, I was starting to wonder what was in it for me with the interacial swing scene.

Jonny had reached out to us on numerous occasions via the swinging website. However, due to distractions from potential Dom Bulls and BBC fuck buddies, we had not realised the potential sitting almost on our doorstep. After an unexpected quiet period, we took a closer look at Jonny, and realised he may well be axactly what we were looking for. After a couple of weeks of intense texting, we finally arranged to meet him for an NSA drink in a quaint country pub close to where we live.

I was at the bar ordering drinks, when he came in behind and said jokingly "Hello Sir". When I heard the smooth Home Counties accent, I turned around to see an English gent dressed in a shirt and blazer. I knew right away that Sarah would be creaming her panties with this one, and my mind flashed back to the Mayfair pub just over a year ago and another public school English gent.

Once we sat down with our drinks and eyed each other up, I realised that, he was goodlooking and certainly up to Sarah's standard. For a former army officer, Jonny seemed unusually shy, and nervously knocked back his beer as we got to know each other. Maybe he was a bit overwhelmed, as Sarah is much better looking in the flesh. He is however very experienced on the swing scene and even hosts his own private parties, so we were sure he would convert the situation once he relaxed.

From the sideways glances I was giving Sarah, I could tell that she liked what she saw and was keen to get her hands on him. We were getting to know each, and all seemed to click, but I know Sarah well enough to realise that this guy wasn't stimulating her mind sexually. I kept hoping he would turn up the seduction, or else Sarah might lose interest. In the end I had no choice but to take matters into my owns hands. When he returned from the bar with the next round, I vacated my seat to go to the washroom, and suggested he sits next to my wife. Upon my return I was delighted to see Jonny's hand on Sarah's thigh carressing the lacey top of her stockings. My move seemed to be just what was needed, as he was now google eyed and breathing heavier. With a bulge nicely developing in his trousers I watched in awe as Sarah's hand crept across his thigh resting on his packet. He leaned over and gave her a sensual kiss. Well after this things really heated up, and I was given a front seat view of Jonny's manly fingers creeping up her thigh and exploring the womanly folds of her now wet pussy. Sarah was desperately trying not to moan too loadly as he fingered her clit. He naughtily offered her his fingers to lick, but as she declined, he enthusiastically sucked his fingers like an ice lolly, having his first taste of her juices.

We weren't planning on playing that night, but it became obvious that this was a golden opportunity for some uncomplicated fun with a goodlooking nice man, which we are now learning is a rare occurance. So it was off to the cars, and back to our house.

Ever the good host I went to make tea whilst Sarah, who was realising that she sometimes needs to take the lead, marched her new playmate off to the living room. By the time I got there they were already making out on the sofa. I sat oppposite on the chair as they caressed, and watched Jonny start to peel off her clothes. Eventually, Sarah could take it no more and unzipped him. At this point I had to get a closer look, and when I moved over to the sofa, Sarah had his cock deep down her throat, greedily devouring it.

However, Sarah likes her creature comforts and suggested we go upstairs to the marital bed. Part 2 soon to be published.

More about Mark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The increasing desires for domination (part 3)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The increasing desires for domination (part 2)

Master Jay took me by the hand and led me downstairs to the dungeon. Dale followed. My excitement and anticipation was rising fast. For so long it had been my fantasy for a man, other than my husband, to whip me. It's not that Dale doesn't do a good job of this, and he certainly knows how to build me up me to the high state of sexual excitement where extreme painful stimulation is perceived as extreme sexual pleasure. But there is something missing when my husband and I indulge in D/s play; the thrill that can only be provided by the forbidden and the unknown. The thrill of having a stranger beat me.

No, perhaps not quite a stranger. But someone I know well enough to trust, but not that well. Someone I am fond of but don't love. And of course someone whom I respect as in charge, because that is the dynamic of that relationship. Within an equal marriage, such as mine and Dale's, D/s can only be role-play. I need something more real.

Master Jay is the perfect dungeon keeper. As he gently bent me over the high bench for my punishment, as though I were a captive under his care, I did not know what he would expect me to endure. But I felt complete trust, like a prisoner with Stockholm Syndrome, as I waited compliantly for my beating. 

The timely release of the film '50 Shades of Grey' caused me to reflect on want I want from a D/s relationship. Although it was this novel that first got me interested in BDSM, I could never get my head around the love aspect of the story. For me, the thrill comes from the taboo of giving myself in such a trusting way to someone I hardly know, where there is an emotional divide. And I don't mean there is no emotion in a D/s relationship. Indeed there is intense emotion. Readers of this blog will know how I used to feel about Ian; how addictive that emotion was, how it became an all-consuming obsession. No, the emotional divide in my experience of D/s relationships is due to the absence of vanilla love. The experience with Ian was intense, and sometimes heartbreaking, but I never loved him. And I don't love Jason either. For me personally, there is no place for vanilla love in a D/s relationship.

I did not know what instrument Master Jay would use to beat me, but I saw out of the corner of my eye, the leather flogger. This is not a piece of equipment that Dale and I possess, as we prefer the riding crop, but I knew that it is a favourite of Jason's. Once I had assumed position, he commanded me to put my head down on the bench, then with my bottom exposed to an audience, he started to tickle and lightly graze my cheeks with the tips of the leather strings. When I was accustomed to the sensation he tested me with some light lashes across my arse cheeks. Every now and then, he yielded the flogger extra hard causing me to yelp in pain. My tolerance was rewarded each time by him embracing and fondling my body, as he kissed me and told me I was a good girl. Then he would return to whipping me, each time building up the energy behind each stroke until it became too much again. During one of the breaks, Jason slid my lace knickers to one side and pushed a couple of fingers inside me. I raised my head to look behind me, feeling self conscious that my pussy was probably on display for all to see. "Put your head back down" Dale warned. I resumed submissive position as Jason finger fucked me hard. He then licked his finger, before continuing with the beating with ever increasing severity.

Eventually I started to come down off my high, and realised my cheeks were smarting. Jason must have realised I'd taken enough, as he put his flogger down and gave me a final kiss and cuddle on the bench. As he embraced me I sucked his fingers for comfort, and realised they tasted of my pussy juices.

Dale told me later that the beating went on for the best part of an hour. So it did not surprise me to hear that his butterfly personality got the better of him, and in his boredom wandered off and found other people to talk to. The sub space that Jason got me into, meant I have no recollection of the event continuing for so long, and had assumed that Dale stayed by my side the entire time. My memory of the experience is like a dream, although towards the end I did become acutely aware of how hard Jason was hitting me. The sounds the instrument made as it swished through the air and landed on my arse, suggested a force that would inflict incredible pain had it been dished out cold, and I had some very satisfactory bruising that I admired in the mirror for some days afterwards.

A glimpse through the window of the candy store

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And things went fifty shades darker.....

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

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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.

Reaquainting with our Bull

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fanning the fire with another hypnotic seduction

I had not been very happy of late with my relationship with our Bull. It had been over seven weeks since he had made time for us. Although he was not totally to blame for diary clashes, he does seem to be away most weekends. We had a bit of text banter when he returned from holiday, but I had the distinct impression that he was distracted, and that it was going off the boil. Dale had had a better response from him - either Dale's timing was better, or Ian enjoyed chatting to Dale more. Certainly, though, Dale was better at pandering to Ian's Bull fantasies than me!

After Ian's promises in April to come to our house for dinner and have me in our marital bed, actually pinning him down to a date turned into the usual (and now expected) frustration. Dale, who has always run his diary even more rigidly than me, has now accepted the situation and the way Ian is. He keeps telling me to stop worrying. However, that it easy for Dale to say when it is not him Ian is fucking!

Anyway I couldn't stand it any more - I had to have Ian again, had to feel his bare cock inside me  again.  I had to fan the fire before it went out!

So I went into London mid week, having managed to get Ian to agree to an after work drink. I spent the entire afternoon getting ready for my Bull, but Dale and I couldn't get hold of him by text message to find out what time and where we should meet. I was on my way into London by the time I eventually heard from him. I was relieved, but also incandescent. I realised that he had probably been in meetings most of the day, but I had become very disillusioned recently with his elusiveness and lack of proactivity when it came to making arrangements.

In addition, I had become acutely aware that I don't fancy him. I don't really understand it, but what I feel for Ian is a different type of sexual attraction, based on his manipulation of my mind - him making me believe that I want him. Nobody has ever had that effect of me before. But if it is not real, then I know I will come back down to earth when I realise he is really just a normal guy. This is not the case from Ian's perspective - he is hugely attracted to me and has told me many times. Which is good, as it is the only thing I have over him!

As I travelled into London that afternoon, I was thinking that I should probably fuck him a few more times in an attempt to get him out of my system, then wind it down - it was starting to seem more trouble than he was worth. Although Dale pointed out that Ian was clearly having a particularly busy few days with his business, I was absolutely fuming by the time we walked into the bar.

To give Ian credit, like last time, he had actually selected a superb venue, and he was even waiting for us in the lobby when we arrived. I was still swearing under my breath as he kissed my cheek, but I very quickly felt my anger disappear as he took smooth control by finding us a secluded spot in the basement, then swiftly going upstairs to choose the wine. 

Dale was in the bathroom when Ian returned with a bottle in a cooler and three glasses. As usual I felt shy in his presence because he makes me nervous with the mind play. I told him as such as he poured my wine, which I'm sure gave him an immense thrill at the control he had over me. But my anger was gone now. He was being so sweet, nice and attentive that I realised, that whatever was going on in  his life that caused such elusiveness, for now his attention was on me. He told me I looked gorgeous and he gave me one of his looks that tells me, in no uncertain terms, how much he wants me. And for the first time I realised how attractive he was - that maybe I was starting to fancy him just a little.... 

Ian sat on the sofa next to me, but I kept a respectable distance between us - after all he's made me chase him so much for so long, I feel it's up to him to turn it around when we meet. Dale came back from the bathroom and sat on a chair opposite us, and we all talked about vanilla stuff, whilst we waited for the effect of the wine to relax us. As usual Ian was true to form with the smouldering 'come to bed' way he looks at me. Despite the normal conversation, at intervals he would 'make love' to me with his eyes and mouth, then leave me squirming with desire as he went back to talking to Dale.

I was wondering if this tease would go on all evening, as it had last time. We edged closer on the sofa and started touching each other's hands, and he watched me get more and more turned on by his deliberate hypnotic seduction. Then at last he took it up a notch. I felt his hand subtly brushed the underside of my breast on the outside of my skimpy top. This act had a psychological effect on me that almost gave me an orgasm. It wasn't the touch, it was the mind play. Dale and Ian watched in amazement at my reaction, which nobody has ever done to me before.

I then pulled out his shirt and explored his firm body and teased his nipples, like I did when I saw him last. He remained more in control this time, but I knew I had got to him because he said "You're trouble, you are", which he always says when I turn him on. Then I cheekily slipped my hand into his suit trousers and inside his boxers to feel his cock, which I had been dying to touch.

Then later after one of his teasing kisses, which this time I didn't have to ask for, he touch my breast again. This time he cupped it gently over my clothes and teased the nipple. I thought I was going to cum there are then, the effect was so profound. He continued to rub his thumb over my nipple as I continued to breath heavily in an uncontrollable state of euphoria. Then he moved his hand to my stockinged thigh and brushed his fingers over my knickers which were getting wet.

The persistently smouldering fire had once again burst into flames!

Being a week day there had been no point in booking a hotel, so we yet again had nowhere to go, except his office. But although we all desperately want to do this properly, I do find it somewhat kinky to be having sex in a darkened office late at night. 

Click here to read about how Ian started to show his dominating streak that night in his office.

....with a cream pie for dessert !!! (by Dale)

The story continues from 'Dinner with our Bull....'

As we hovered uncertainly outside the building where Ian worked, you can imagine how I was chomping at the bit for some action, after so many months talking about this. This was our second date with Ian. I had just spent the past five hours watching this young stud teasing and seducing my wife, to the point of attracting a certain amount of attention from other tables. In fact one couple briefly joined us and quizzed us as to what we were all about !!  This really fired me up as we now seemed to be acknowledge in the bar as the sexy naughty threesome.

So, as you can imagine, I was well relieved that Sarah agreed to go up to his office. I knew she hadn't wanted it this way, but sometimes you have to live in the moment and take experiences as they are offered. And besides the thought of sex in a deserted office late at night was a somewhat kinky thought.

Ian slipped the key into the door and we tentatively followed him to the lift. Upstairs in his dark office, I excused myself to nip to the bathroom. Returning moments later I discovered that Ian and Sarah had not wasted any time, and were already locked in a passionate embrace. No more long teasing from Ian; she had finally managed to break him.

I couldn't resist this tempting scene, so came up behind Sarah and gently stroked her bare shoulders and squeezed her breasts as they kissed. Not a patient man, I then pulled down the straps of her skimpy top so that she was standing in her lacy bra.  It wasn't long before I had Sarah naked in front of Ian except for her hold up stockings, a pool of clothes on the floor whilst the boys were still fully clothed. (I was later in the dog house for this, as being undressed is something she likes her new lover to do, and had complained about this with our Jerry encounter too - when will I learn !!!)

Sarah was very nervous and asked what to do next.  She didn't have long to wait. Ian produced his cock from his suit trousers and instructed her to suck him. No more invitation than that was needed; she was immediately down on her knees as Ian rested against the wall, his cock to her lips. This was a scene he had outlined numerous times in many months of sexting, so I knew his fantasy was being met too. She was a very hungry girl and was showing him all the techniques that we had practiced together for his enjoyment. In fact she was so enthusiastic that he had to tell her to slow down until she achieved his desired pace. Keen for his balls to also receive some attention, Ian asked her to lick them too. The naughty little minx later told me she managed to get both his balls in her mouth at the same time. Lucky Ian !!  I remind her not to neglect the area behind his sac, so she immediately tickled him with her tongue then gently bit his skin which he loved. He was very impressed with her technique, and in uncharacteristic Bull behaviour gushed "thank you, oh thank" over and over again as he enjoyed the experienced. On the way home she commented that Ian had a large, perfectly shaped cock and was very similar to mine, but she will have to get used to the foreskin.

By this stage Sarah was begging Ian to fuck her.  Shocking news though. He told us he had no condoms. I guess he really did believe Sarah was holding out for a first time in a hotel at a leisurely pace, so had not come prepared. 

Sarah's pussy was on fire by now and needed attention. She asked to be licked. By this stage Ian and I were undressed too. He instructed her to sit on his chair by his desk, at the back of the room (where we now know is where he does all his sexting to us from). Then it was his turn to kneel on the floor, he began to lick her freshly shaven mound. He seemed to be enjoying himself judging by the purring noises he was making as he enthusiastically rubbed his face in her fertile pussy.

After another lengthy blow job, Ian sat on his chair and gently pulled Sarah onto his naked lap and protectively wrapped his arms around her as he embraced her with loving kisses. She straddled him now, and his hard cock was dangerously close to her wet and hungry hole. We had recently discussed fluid bonding and agreed that this was what we all eventually wanted. But with no condoms a more immediate decision was needed. As is often the case in these dilemmas we threw caution to the wind and enjoyed the exciting taboo. Ian was extremely concerned that we were both ok with this and confirmed with me several times before he took hold of his member and dipped it in Sarah's dripping slit. When she felt this, Sarah pushed down hard taking his full long naked cock into her hungry pussy. This was the first time a bare cock, other than mine, has entered her since we have been together. What a huge turn on this was for all of us!

And so the fucking began; straddled in the chair, from behind over his desk, but my personal favourite - watching Sarah on the floor with Ian on top of her. I loved watching Ian pinning her to the floor, working hard at pumping his massive tool deep into her womb.  Sarah's legs were raised high and wrapped around his lean muscularly back. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing this stud's firm youthful ass taking my wife .

He was showing her a great time, and in no rush to cum.  Ian was loving and kind during the act; it was as though the dominant, game-playing Bull from the text messages had gone, and a caring lover had appeared using gentle touches, passionate kisses and endearments such as 'darling'. He was no longer bossy and controlling, and ceased using his special name for her.  

Finally they could wait no more. He positioned Sarah over his desk (clearly his favourite position) and started to ram into her, pumping hard and vigourous.  Sarah screamed from time to time as he was so big, which earlier in the evening made him slow down. However,  he was well and truly gone by now, so Sarah just had to take it.   He pulled Sarah by the hips to get deeper into her, with the odd stoke of her swaying breasts, until he exploded his load deep into her waiting womb.  

We had calculated that Sarah was at her most fertile time, so her body was crying out for this man's seed.  He did not disappoint and left a gorgeous cream pie in my wonderful wife.  

Unlike our threesome with Jerry, I had backed off considerably with Ian, being much more of an observer. Having allowed plenty of space to enjoy their love-making, it was now my turn. I asked Sarah to lie on the floor again, which she obediently did - she knew the deal !!  As she spread her legs I had a full view of her swollen pussy lips. And then to my delight I saw a cute dollop of Ian's cum slowly dribbling  out. Well I was right in there licking it up like the good husband I am.  What a wonder taste the combination of their juices that I spent a considerable time cleaning every drop that I could from her.  What a wonderful dessert that was.......

Ian and I have discussed our shared fantasy of breeding Sarah so the fact that she was fertile really got us excited.  Unfortunately as we live in the real world Sarah went to the chemist's yesterday for the morning after pill (although we read this is only 84% effective so I live in hope as I think they would make a beautiful baby...)