Hot sticky sex and a cream pie

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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....

Back in the saddle and holding the reigns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

....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...)

A BBC at last !!! (by Dale)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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