Sunday 19 January 2014

Sarah's reflections on Jerry

So it was Jerry who ended up being my first extra-marital lover. Completely unexpected of course. After months and months of tooing and froing with Ed and Ian and getting nowhere fast, I threw caution to the wind and slept with Jerry within hours of meeting himAdmittedly I wasn't looking forward to meeting Jerry. Ravi had been disappointing, so that had put me in negative mood, and to make it worse Jerry was still failing to display much warmth in his emails as him and Dale made arrangements for the date.

But I couldn't have got him more wrong! Jerry was just so utterly charming, polite, nice and easy to talk to. He took confident charge of the situation, and I am a sucker for a self-confident man! He is a handsome guy, although there was not an instant chemistry. What worked for me was his highly confident and charming personality with impeccable manners. I knew as soon as I met him knew he would simply charm me into bed!

Dale and I were perched by the bar when he arrived, having circled the crowded pub a few times in futile attempts to find a table. He had just come from work so was in his suit. After we had introduced ourselves and he had exuberantly kissed me on both cheeks and my hand, he strode off to look for a table and naturally he found one! I was surprised at how tall he was as we trotted behind him. He led us to what he described as a 'great table'! The table was fine - it was against the wall with space for three. Then before Dale and myself could sit down, he positioned his drink on the table side opposite the wall, thus ensuring he would sit between us. Having secured his place next to me and having made sure I was not next to my husband, Jerry strode off again to find a chair for himself. Dale commented to me that positioning his drink like that, so that Dale and I were forced apart, was a clever move - the move of a Bull!

And ever the gentleman Jerry was very quick to notice when my drink was empty, and swiftly took care of that - I do find it a turn on when a man makes sure the lady is looked after! (And after the experience with Ravi the previous night, I was relieved that Jerry passed that test!)

He is a tad older than I would prefer, and we had suspected from the photos that he was not in this late thirties. But when we saw him in person we knew he had definitely shaved a good few years off his age in order to attract a wider audience. After a couple of glasses of wine I cheekily asked him what his real age was, and he confirmed early forties. I personally would have guessed mid forties at least. As I said he was nice looking, but a bit weathered! I am aware that I too am no spring chicken, but that doesn't stop me hankering after a firm chiselled young stud. On the plus side age brings maturity, experience and an understanding of the art of seduction.

I would say Jerry is addicted to sex, but despite his excessive sleeping around he is a very very nice guy. MMF threesomes are his favourite as he believes in female pleasure. He shares Dale's view that the female body, with its many erogenous zones, was designed to require attention from more than one man if it is to receive maximum stimulation. This view is on the basis that one man alone only has one pair of hands, one mouth and one cock, whereas two men....

Jerry says he is not a Bull. He says he's too much of a gentleman to be a Bull. He is definitely a gentleman, but I see no reason why a man can't be both. He must think that a Bull is like all these wannabe Bulls that I have slated as rude and aggressive. However he is correct that he's not a Bull - but not because he is a gentleman; because he shows no interest in the Bull-Cuckold psychology. And I don't mean this observation as a criticism. He qualified in many other attributes, essential for a threeway relationship. For example, as a third person coming into our marriage, he understood the importance keeping Dale on side and included. And it's not that Dale didn't get a Cuckold experience - Jerry gave Dale enormous kicks by sitting next to me, placing his hand on my thigh in front of him, and hold my hand like I was his girl when we walked to Jerry's flat, not to mention the pleasure Dale got by watching us play and have sex. Its just that I don't think Jerry was deliberately doing this, or aware of the Cuckolding effect on Dale. Jerry doesn't want to dominate; he just wants to have fun within the sexual trio. He wants to give pleasure but only by being adventurous with sex, not by exploring domination and cuckoldry.

To read Dale's blog on our threesome with Jerry click here.


Saturday 11 January 2014

The following evening with Jerry (by Dale)

Revised May 2014 by including more sexual detail of the event

What a night !!!!

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

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

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

And boy what action there was.....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ravi - first date of 2014

Ravi had instructed me to wear a skirt or dress. So I selected a miniskirt, low cut top with push-up bra, then asked Dale if I should wear stockings or tights. 'I think Ravi will expect stockings' he said slightly bemused that I would even need to ask! So stockings it was. And we got the train into London and met Ravi in a wine-bar.

Dale bought a bottle of wine, but Ravi just wanted an orange juice, which he nursed for the entire evening! When Dale and I had finished our wine he never offered to get another round. This lack of etiquette was quite a serious mistake as far a I was concerned, as I have no desire to sleep with someone who doesn't buy me a drink. By the end of the evening Ravi had not put his hand in his pocket once!

And it was not the only transgression. He didn't really talk to me and there were no compliments or flirtatious banter, which flies in the face of the advert requesting a man to flirt with me. He chatted to Dale quite comfortably about business, and if anything, appeared to look up to Dale as the older more experienced business man - certainly no dominating alpha male behaviour. Don't get me wrong, conversation was pleasant enough, but it could have been a work night out!

When Dale took a trip to the bathroom, Ravi took that as an opportunity to sit next to me, and he immediately kissed me. This I quite enjoyed because he was quite cute and I was in the mood for a snog. But there was insufficient chemistry so the novelty soon wore off, and short of him turning up the charm, so there was little hope of any chemistry being generated.

Ravi was very pushy. He was quite insistent about putting his hand up my skirt, and even if we hadn't been in a public bar, I don't think I would have been interested. The story of him fingering a girl in a club, as described in 'A New Year and back in the saddle with a bang', ceased to be erotic when faced with reality. He did and said nothing to tempt me. I need seduction, and that's just the way it is! Eventually Ravi convinced me to remove my knickers - for a moment he had pandered to my erotic fantasies. So I slipped them off, handed them over, and he discreetly put them in his pocket. But this act did nothing to enhance the moment. In fact only thing I liked about the removal of my knickers was the look on Dale's face when I asked for them back at the end of the evening!

I don't think Ravi understood the concept of the three-way relationship. Whenever Dale was out of the way, he seemed relieved so that he could try it on with me. He wanted to fuck me, and if that meant putting up with my hubby being there, well so be it. In fact I think Ravi expected to fuck me - the date was a done deal, and from his point of view I believe he felt no effort was required. And as far as him being dominating, as he had described in emails, I couldn't see it - pushy yes, but not dominating. Ravi, in my opinion, is no Bull.

Dale realised I'd had enough so suggested we leave to get an earlier train.

He texted Dale the next day saying it might be fun if we meet at his flat that night, and was very surprised when we declined. He made contact a few more times over the next week or so before giving up. I would normally tell someone if it's not going to work, but his presumptions pushiness, and not buying me a drink was starting to increasingly irritate me. So he was blanked.

A New Year and back in the saddle with a bang!

We have spent 6 months exploring the possibility of me becoming a Hotwife. If you haven't yet read about the start of our journey in the latter part of 2013 click on 'The beginning'. This journey made us realise, with surprise, how hard it is to find the right Bull. I guess we cut our teeth on Ed, and learnt the Cuckold-Hotwife-Bull psychology from Ian. In addition to that, between us, we have communicated with numerous chancers and wannabe Bulls. One of the consistent disappointments was a potential Bull's inability to appreciate that there are 3 people to be in the relationship instead of 2 - something that Ed understood (although messed up on later), and Ian very much got, in line with the following website entitled 'So you're finally a bull - now what?' (which we thoroughly recommend to any man considering this role).

We are rather hoping that Ian might finally deliver in the New Year in view of the last text conversation I had with him before Christmas, but going by the history with Ian we will not get our hopes up. I texted him again a few days ago to follow up his suggestion to meet in January, but as yet he hasn't replied, which is not like him but he may be away. Ed is now back in the UK and Dale has forgiven him as I knew he would. Now that Dale has seen how difficult it is to find a suitable man to sleep with his wife he is realising that perhaps Ed is actually a bit of a gem by comparison. But this is because Dale still hankers after a bisexual threesome with Ed. I don't share this desire. Although I would be happy to have an affair with Ed, in the absence of that being acceptable within our marriage, I want a Bull. And Ed, as I've said before, is not a Bull.  So as much as I am fond of him, and as much as I fancy him, it will not work.

Dale and I now know what we want, and short of Ian coming to the table which we won't hold our breath for, it is time to actively embrace this lifestyle. Another CL ad was placed - this time all mention of sex was avoided, simply asking for a charming man to flirt with Dale's wife in front of him. This was a tactic to reduce the quantity of rude, aggressive and disrespectful so called Bulls thinking that a picture of their cock was a good way to get my attention! And the tactic proved to work as we had a wealth of, at first glance, high quality candidates. We had a rare window of opportunity over the first weekend of January, so we fixed up two dates on consecutive days - start of 2014, let's get this going with a bang, we thought!

The first guy was Ravi - Indian, wealthy, flamboyant. He was originally put into the 'maybe' box, and by our experience with CL, 'maybe' usually turns into 'no'. He was nice looking and seemed quite refined, so he wasn't a 'no'. But due to more desirable candidates, and the fact that he came across as very arrogant, he didn't make the 'yes' box, either. As always, though, there is a natural attrition - some disappear, others end up being unsuitable for various reasons, and then there is the issue of who is available to meet when we are available. So we ended up giving Ravi a second look. Text messages to both of us were taking a similar tone to those of Ian, with his suggestion of his desire to dominate a submissive woman in front of her husband. He seemed to understand the psychology of the Cuckold-Bull-Hotwife trinity, and was clearly experienced in this area. He told us one story of how he was once in a nightclub with a couple and he fingered the girl and removed her knickers whilst the husband shielded them. I found this story so erotic, and wondered if I would enjoy that. To read the outcome of our date with Ravi click here.

Then following evening we had lined up a date with Jerry. It was somewhat unexpected, especially as we had cancelled a date with him some 6 weeks earlier, and generally got off to a bad start, which can  read about in 'The beginning'. Dale had replied to his CL ad, not realising whose ad it was. He attached the usual facial pic of me with my eyes blacked out. Shock horror embarrassment - it was Jerry! He had changed his ad so we didn't recognise it. But he recognised me 'as the lovely Sarah'. We all agreed that maybe this was fate (or perhaps just the relative high odds of meeting again within the swingers community of London). Being the Christmas holidays, thus having a bit more time on our hands, a meet seemed a good idea. To find out what happened click here.

We were certainly on a roll. As I said, 'back in the saddle with a bang'!