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Swinger’s Party #2

If you read my previous post about swinger’s parties, you’d know I’m not a total fan of them. The whole idea of random people everywhere seems too disorganised and messy for me to actually be able to focus on having a good time. But in my increasing effort to up the ante and keep things interesting I decided to accept an invitation to a private party held last night. 10 couples and 5 single girls (on the cuckolding technicality, I was counted as one of the single girls).

 

I was surprised to find myself actually excited this time around and went all out to look my absolute sluttiest. Black lace-top stockings, shiny black patent leather heels, sheer navy blue dress and no bra or underwear. Whilst applying my make-up, Nathan entered the bathroom and started kissing the back of my neck, put an arm around my hips and slipped a finger between my legs, “How many guys do you think you’re going to fuck tonight?” He whispered, nuzzling into my neck. I smiled and shrugged nonchalantly, “All of them plus any willing wives I suppose. So that makes twenty.” Nathan moaned softly and his finger became more frantic. I was getting wet and started feeling hazy but kept applying my make-up and ignoring him, which seemed to spur him on even more so. He started pulling me closer to him so I could feel his penis hardening against my ass. It was then that I told him to stop otherwise besides being denied by every woman all night; I’d also have him caged. I felt him grow harder from the threat but he obliged and let me finish getting ready uninterrupted.

 

It’s the middle of winter here at the moment, so despite my sexy attire when we first arrived at the party I looked like this and didn’t get noticed. Apparently I hadn’t read the invitation properly, and this event was supposed to occur in phases. Stage 1 everyone arrives in regular casual clothes, Stage 2 get acquainted with everyone, Stage 3 people who are feeling horny are to retire to one of the rooms to change clothes or just remove clothes all together and then Stage 4 start fucking. Cue for the big reveal when I took off my coat and a group of men made a bee-line straight for me: “Hi I’m Mark” “Hi I’m Matt” “Hey I’m…??” Ok I’ll be honest, I can’t remember everyone’s names, but since I skipped Stages 1 and 2, I was the last to arrive and considered the first up for action, which meant everyone who was bored with small talk made their way over.

 

Little cuck gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my hand before making his way to a quiet corner of the room near the nibbles and drinks, where he could watch me from afar. I sat down in a big leather armchair and one of the guys immediately knelt down by my side. “Are your tits real?” Before I could respond he had his hand down my dress and gently gave my breast a squeeze. “They are!” he exclaimed and proceeded to pull down the front of my dress so he could suck on it. One of the other guys knelt down next to him and started sucking and playfully biting the other one. I closed my eyes and sank back in the chair further as one of them put his hand between my legs, slowly rubbing my clit with his thumb. I opened my eyes again and saw another guy standing to my right, jerking off. I called him over and took his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t overly huge so I was able to deep throat him quite comfortably. I could see Nathan tugging away in his little corner at the sight of me with 3 men. For some reason I was also still the only woman that had progressed to the clothing optional stage, which meant I was still getting the most attention. One of the guys sucking on my breast stopped so that he could start eating me out, and as soon as he moved another man came and picked up right where he left off. Behind him another man was approaching and stood behind the guy I was sucking off like he was waiting in line. I beckoned him closer and allowed both men to fuck my mouth simultaneously.

 

Keeping track? That’s 5 guys on me right now. Cuck has already cum in his little corner.

 

Turned out the guy going down on me was bi, so he paused momentarily to gesture to another man to fuck him while he was licking my pussy. This made him all the more ravenous and as he clenched hard on my thighs, I started imagining how perfect it would be if it was actually my sweet cuck’s face buried deep between my legs, getting his virgin ass fucked and filled by one of my bulls. I started cumming hard. When I finished the guy’s took that as their sign to remove my dress and start fucking me while my pussy was as slick and wet as it was ever going to be. I had my stockinged legs propped up on the arms of the chair, as the first guy fucked me I sucked on the cock of the second. When the second started fucking me I took the cock of the third in my mouth to keep him hard until it was his turn. It was at that point, Nathan came over to assist (and give my jaw a break).

 

After allowing all 5 men to fuck me I needed to take a serious breather. Sex is still hard work even if you’re basically just lying back with your legs in the air doing nothing. Little cuck dutifully knelt in front of me and asked if he could lick me clean. I nodded, still breathing heavily and kept my hand on his head, gently stroking his hair. After a while he perched on the arm of the chair next to me and gave me a deep kiss, “Thank you.” He whispered and gave me a hug.

 

We sat together quietly, watching the other couples having sex. I noticed one woman was still standing with a glass of wine in her hand, clothes on and watching one of the men intently. She caught my gaze and smiled shyly before coming over. We introduced ourselves to her and I asked why she wasn’t joining in. “Oh I guess I’m like Nathan, I don’t really play I get off more on watching my husband with other women while I just sit back all…” She trailed off and started to blush. “I want to say neglected but I don’t want you to think I’m weird.” Nathan and I started laughing, and explained how he’s my cuckold. Turns out we had met a real life cuckquean! As someone who can make myself wet with little to no stimulation, I suddenly understood how baffling it must be to bulls who meet Nathan, and I wanted to ask her all the questions we had been asked before. “What do you mean you only want to watch?” “But don’t you like sex?” “How are you not as horny as I am when there are 10 decent sized cocks just aching to get inside you right this minute!?”

 

Before I could ask any questions she blurted out, “I’d really love to go down on you after you fuck my husband.” She started blushing again and I felt such an affinity towards her the same way I feel affection to my cuck when I’m with another man and can see him longing and lusting for me. I agreed conditionally, “I’m really determined to fuck every man here so if it’s ok with you and him, I’ll leave him until last and he can cum inside me. You can go down on me and lick all his cum and Nathan can go down on your husband and suck all my cum off his dick. What do you think?” She nodded, “Ok deal I’ll go tell Martin.” When she was out of earshot, Nathan and I giggled over the weird cuckolding circle we’d gotten into. Does this make me a bull too? I asked Nathan if after tonight if I masturbate, am I technically fucking a bull which means I’m self-cuckolding him? He smirked and said no because a female bull is a cow so I’d just be a cow patty – I gave him a whack over the head. A perverse part of me wanted to see the two cucks fuck, but he’d already cum once tonight so I knew chances were he wasn’t going to get hard again.

 

I felt suddenly energised and motivated to fuck the remaining four men so I could make my way to Martin. I didn’t want to waste time with any more foreplay, so when I saw guy number six lying on his back while another woman was sitting on his face, I promptly lowered myself on his hard upright cock before anyone else did. I could hear him moaning and felt his hips thrusting upwards as he wanted me to go faster. The woman sitting on his face turned around to kiss me while she started cumming which made me cum all over again as well. I figured this counted as sex because two people had cum so I hopped off and went in search of the next guy (I know cruel to leave a guy hanging but his face was enveloped by pussy so he never knew it was me).

 

Guy number seven had just finished smoking on the balcony and was coming inside. I was just about to call out to him when one of the other guys from before grabbed my waist and started fingering me from behind. “Mmm I need a second taste of you.” He knelt down and started eating out my ass as guy number seven walked off in the opposite direction. Argh! But guy number eight walked past so I winked and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He smiled, “Looks like you’re already taken though?” I shook my head, and started tugging on his cock which was growing thicker as well as longer the more I touched it. I told the other guy to come around to the front so I could get on all fours and suck him off while number eight fucked me. They took turns spit-roasting me from both ends until they both eventually came and I went off in search of guy number nine and seven.

 

Nathan came along to search with me and also fend off any other guys, but it looked like we were too late. Both couples had left the party! I wasn’t disappointed for too much longer because Martin and his wife had found us. Rather than going back into the main living room we ducked into one of the bedrooms so we could fuck uninterrupted. The two little cucks sat next to each other as Martin and I started making out on the bed. He was already hard and I was already wet. He lay down and I started grinding on top of him, making sure both cucks had the perfect view before I reached behind and slid his thick cock into me. I started rocking back and forth slowly, as he moved his hips to match my rhythm. He then sat up and flipped me so I was on my back and he was on top, jack-hammering into me while staring intently at his wife. “Look at you, you’re so fucking pathetic. I’d never bareback you like this, you disgust me.” He then turned to me, “Have you ever seen such a hideous woman in all your life? This is why I have to fuck other women because every time I look at her my dick goes soft. I only married her because she’s rich and she’s too stupid to figure out I’m using her.” I mumbled a reply but internally I was thinking, “Jesus Christ this dude is fucking harsh, am I this mean to Nathan?” No wonder men who have never been bulls before think it’s weird, even though I know it’s all role play I wanted to punch this guy in the face for being such an asshole. I looked over at Nathan and could see he was frowning slightly too and wasn’t even touching himself, so I knew it was riling him up a bit as well. Martin kept going, “You know I only fuck her mouth while she’s wearing a paper bag over her head? This is why you were a virgin until you met me because no one in their right mind would fuck you.” Ok this was officially odd but goddamn he was such a good fuck and she was knuckle deep inside herself so I guess she was enjoying herself too. Martin sat up and lifted me so I was straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist, he then looked over my shoulder at his wife, “Don’t you fucking cum before I do you dumb slut or I’ll hit you across your fat fucking face in front of everyone!” Nathan was on his feet, “Oi calm down mate!” Martin ignored him, my heart started pounding and I could tell things were going to go bad very quickly so I tightened my grip on his cock and pretended to cum knowing Nathan wouldn’t do anything in this moment, and Martin followed cumming inside me, which at this point was not as hot as I thought it would be.

 

Nathan’s face was dark with anger but he still stood silently waiting for me to get off the bed. I signaled to him it was ok and not to do anything, “Thanks Martin that was great but I didn’t realise how late it was and we have to go now.” “Ohh but Carole was looking forward to cleaning you up.” He said softly, almost like he was a different person. I apologised again and dragged Nathan out who still had his fists clenched.

 

We left the party feeling the opposite to the excited high that we’d started off the night. On the drive home I asked Nathan if I ever said anything that harsh to him, and he shook his head vehemently. “No you call me a faggot and pathetic or whatever, but I can still tell you don’t really mean it. That douche said he was going to hit his wife and he sounded serious. I know she was getting off on all of it but it still seemed more real compared to when we do it.” I nodded but kept wondering what it was that made Martin’s comments seem so out of line. Maybe because Carole looked at him with so much love and adoration and it was such an extreme juxtaposition? Definitely not how I was expecting the night to turn out, but if I was going to extract any positives it was an eye-opener into other cuck couples who are into humiliation, as well as finally having some semblance of understanding what bulls have to listen to and how strange it can appear as an outsider. Oh and the start of the night, getting gangbanged by half the men at once was a damn hot positive.

 

 

Patty xx

 

To all the bulls out there or wannabe bulls, does the humiliation and emasculation aspect of cuckolding appeal or like Nathan and I, freak you out? Curious as always to hear your perspectives!

Getting Fucked on a Daily Basis…

Unfortunately it’s not what you think. Nathan and I recently bought a unit together and with this very adult milestone we’ve found embarrassingly all our conversations lately seem to be centred around different home loan packages and getting fucked by the banks, interest rates amirite?

Anyway this is our second place together (first place we jointly own) and the process has been insurmountably more stressful compared to the first time we moved in together. Consequently less sexy times have been had. When we first moved in together, Nathan already owned his place so it was really just me shifting all my things to his place on a permanent basis. Since it was a comparably more relaxed event, it meant I had the time to think of a surprise for my little cuck on moving day.

Before we moved in together, I lived just over an hour away from Nathan. So moving day was several trips back and forth between our places, with approximately 6 hours or so of driving done in total plus collecting our brand new king size mattress. By the end of the day, all Nathan wanted to do after dinner was curl up in bed beside me in an exhausted heap. But what he didn’t know was that I had arranged for my favourite bull at the time, John, to come over and fuck me senseless on our new bed. After all, who was Nathan to assume that he’d be the first man to take me in our bed?

Little cuck was so tired he didn’t question why I was wearing a black transparent, lacey negligee as pajamas. Nor did it click for him when there was a knock at the door and I went to answer it, wearing only the negligee. John kissed me passionately on the lips as soon as I opened the door, sliding one hand underneath to squeeze my ass. “Mmm glad you invited me over, babe…” Nathan suddenly appeared in the living room with his mouth slightly open, “Is that John? Patty, you didn’t tell me…” he trailed off as John ignored him and pushed me up against the wall to kiss me hard on the mouth again, running his hands all over my body. I could feel him growing harder by the second, and started to unzip his pants. “Come over here Nathan, John needs to fuck your mouth.” Cuck reluctantly came over and got on his knees to take John’s thick 9 inch cock into his mouth, while John continued to kiss me and slowly rub my clit.

John took his cock out of my little cuck’s mouth and traced it over his face, teasing him for being a cock hungry slut. He slapped Nathan’s cheeks a few times on each side with his cock while laughing, before lifting me up in his arms as I pointed him to the direction of the bedroom. John fucked me hard and raw and I let him do it bareback. He twisted and contorted my body into different positions, always so that my little cuck could either see my face as I was cumming or see his cock stretching and filling my pussy. John came in me three times in the span of a couple of hours, the first two times he instructed cuck to lick me clean. The third time John ordered my cuck to insert his little semi-soft dick in me so that he could not only feel the fresh load inside me but also feel how much more stretched I’d become after fucking a real man’s cock. That was enough to make Nathan cum, which of course John ordered he pull out and cum in his hand only. “Pathetic little cuckold’s like you don’t have the privilege to cum inside your girlfriend.”

By the time John and I were left well and truly sated, it was nearly midnight and he was yawning so I suggested he sleep over. Nathan looked at me with an expression that half said, “Best idea!” and half “You better not make me sleep on the fucking couch!” Of course given the size of the new bed, I told John and Nathan we can all sleep together with me in the middle and plenty of room to spare. I showered and threw on a t-shirt and underwear, Nathan showered and wore boxers and John didn’t have any pjs so he showered and went to sleep naked, pressing his cock against me.

I woke up early the next morning feeling hazy, similar to that feeling you get just before you cum. I then realised John had his hand down the front of my underwear, massaging my clit back and forth between his fingers. I let out a quiet moan, “Mmm this is a nice way to wake up.” I whispered, whilst facing my sweet cuck who was still sleeping. I pushed my ass up against John’s cock and could feel he was rock hard. “I want to fuck you so badly.” He whispered back. I was dripping wet from John’s fingers and from knowing he was doing this while Nathan was sleeping just across from me. Suddenly he pulled his hand out of my underwear and pulled down the back to expose my ass. I bit my lip and drew in a breath as I felt him rub his cock against my pussy from behind, before slowly entering my ass. He kept moving slowly in and out of me and moved his hand again back into the front of my underwear to finger me as he fucked me from behind. We both tried to move as subtly as possible to not disturb Nathan. As I started to cum I couldn’t help but moan loudly, which then set John off as he started fucking me with more vigor, rocking the bed. Cuck woke up to see both me and John cumming simultaneously, and as expected he came in his boxers.

It’s two weeks until settlement for our new place and I’m still stuck on an idea that would match what I did the first time in terms of intensity. Have any of you done something similar? As always, would love to hear your comments and suggestions!

Patty xx

Sunday Session: Jay the virgin

I know I haven’t posted a Sunday Session in a while, so this one’s extra special: the time I cucked Nathan with a virgin.

Normally I only choose bulls my age or older, but there was something so endearing about Jay’s PM to me I couldn’t help but respond with interest. He was 19, never had a girlfriend and intrigued by the idea of Nathan letting other men have sex with his girlfriend. I get messages like this quite often, usually it’s someone yelling down from their moral high horse, but this was the first time the disbelief genuinely came from someone who couldn’t understand why he couldn’t even get a woman yet here was another man who was happy to share his girlfriend around.

After a bit of back and forth, Jay very awkwardly asked if I would consider fucking him. If he wasn’t a virgin he was playing the part very convincingly, so even though he was at the time 8 years younger, part of me loved the thought of taking someone’s virginity. I also imagined the level of humiliation for Nathan, for me to cuckold him with a boy who had even less sexual experience than him. Plus I peeked at the pictures in Jay’s gallery and he was cute with a huge dick, which is all I ever ask for.

That night, Nathan begged to go down on me while I described all the things I was going to do to Jay and let him do to me. I was so very tempted, but felt like saving myself for Jay… Well for 3 days anyway. Instead I gave my cuck a handjob, tugging away at his little penis and when his breathing quickened and he started the usual moans before he came, I let go. His eyes opened in shock as his penis swelled a little, dribbled a pathetically small amount of cum before collapsing completely into a ruined orgasm. I kissed him on the forehead and went to sleep while he cleaned himself up.

I normally dress extremely slutty for my bulls, but for Jay I felt like he needed a level of normalcy that wouldn’t make him think he’d just hired a prostitute. So I wore a summery blue cotton dress with little white flowers all over and underneath I wore a white lace corset that was completely see through over my breasts and a white g-string that had a big pink bow on the back. When Jay arrived he brought a bottle of red wine and some flowers. I thought it was adorable but I could see my little cuck’s face growing uncomfortable, as Jay openly flirted as if he was courting me to be his girlfriend.

I quickly moved us to the bedroom and Jay sat on the bed looking extremely nervous. I sat next to him and kissed him slowly, while cuck sat in his usual corner. “I’ve been watching some cuckold porn since you told me this is what you’re into, did you want me to say stuff to embarrass Nathan and stuff?” I laughed and told him to just ignore my little cuckold and pretend he wasn’t even there. I looked over and my little cuck was pulling on his penis furiously at what I’d just said or maybe it was because I laughed or maybe because I was about to fuck someone who’d only ever seen pussy in porn.

Jay and I made out for a while before he shyly put his hand up my dress and slipped a couple of fingers inside me. I moaned, which spurred him on even more as he pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top whilst still maintaining speed. I stopped him when I felt I was getting close and told him to take his clothes off.  He kneeled back on the bed, unzipped his pants and revealed a deliciously thick 8 – 9 inch cock that I immediately started sucking on, my ass sticking out with its pretty bow in Nathan’s direction. Jay couldn’t contain himself any longer and came in my mouth after about 5 seconds of oral. Little cuck came over to kiss me but I’d already swallowed it all.

Jay went red and apologized profusely for cumming so quickly, promising I’d only have to wait another 10 minutes and he’d be ready to go again. I forgot that was the benefit with fucking younger guys, some of them have the stamina to cum more than once in an hour. I let Jay give me his first ever attempt at head and it was amazing. I could feel his tongue and fingers pressing and feeling in me, half trying to get me off and half testing to see what would happen if he flicked his tongue a particular way or increased/decreased speed.

In my haze I looked over at Nathan who was mouthing, ‘take off your dress!’ I winked at him and turned my attention back to Jay. I lifted his head up from my pussy and told him to lie on his back. I sat on his semi-soft cock, and rocked back and forth a bit as I lifted my dress up over my head to reveal my white lace corset. Jay reached up immediately to feel my breasts and I could feel him growing hard instantly. I continued to tease him, grinding on to his cock and sitting completely upright so he could only run his hands over my body. I then took his now hard cock in my hand and directed it into me, lowering myself slowly onto it before I started to quicken my motion. I paused momentarily to turn around and ride him in reverse as I faced Nathan who had already cum and was watching me with intensity, biting his lip. All of a sudden I felt Jay’s hands lift me up off his cock and he pulled me forward so that he could eat my ass. I was on all fours and moaning as his tongue moved in and out of me. He then stopped and sat up, “I want to try doggy, is that ok?” I nodded and told him to do whatever he wanted to me. Jay however, didn’t quite know that doggy and anal aren’t synonymous and proceeded to force all thick, 8 unlubricated inches into me. Anyone who’s experienced that before knows it’s not the nicest surprise but little cuck sprung into action and as Jay pulled out a bit, squeezed a big amount of lube on his cock so it started to slide in with a bit more ease. Cuck then lay on his back underneath me so that he could lick my pussy while occasionally glancing at the massive cock penetrating my ass.

It didn’t take long before Jay started breathing heavily and grunting. I let him cum in my ass and told Nathan to remain in position so that when Jay pulled out, his cum would dribble on my little cuck’s face which he gratefully lapped up. As we got dressed, Jay thanked me profusely and said it’s definitely something he’d never forget. I gave him a quick debrief on what doggy ACTUALLY is and he went on his way. My naughty cuck then revealed while I was getting my ass pounded on all fours and he was lying underneath me, he took some photos and a short video on his phone. We spent the rest of the night in bed (seeing as I couldn’t sit properly) flicking through the photos and watching the video. I probably wouldn’t fuck another virgin but I’ve since opened up my age range to younger guys because like I tell my cuck, they just have the stamina to keep me satisfied in ways he never could.

Patty xx

To BBC Or Not BBC? That Is The Question!

You all know I love cuckolding Nathan. You all know I love big, thick cocks. What you don’t know is that I’m probably the only so-called cuckoldress in the world, to have never had or even tried a BBC. Like all things in life, I have a perfectly neurotic explanation for it all. I don’t post pictures of myself here so I guess when I mention that I’m Australian you’re imagining the stereotypical blonde haired, blue eyed Bondi beach babe. But my heritage is Sri Lankan ie. I’m a brown eyed girl with brown skin… And I’m kinda short. Being Sri Lankan means my extended family on both my parents’ sides, hold enough people to populate a small country. So when I was in high school, chances were that when one of the girls mentioned they’d just met the “cutest Sri Lankan boy”, I was somehow related to him (this literally happened three times). So I’ve just always had this natural aversion against dating people with darker skin just in case we happened to be related. I’m not completely nuts, I am fully aware of the fact that not all black/brown people are related to me or even Sri Lankan, yet I just can’t shake having this horrible vision of becoming accidentally pregnant with a two headed spawn of incest. I’m pretty sure I could convince my deeply religious parents that it was a virgin birth, but it’s a whole different story explaining why the baby was probably also my combined fourth cousin and uncle three times removed.

Similarly to most cucks, one of Nathan’s biggest fantasies when we first met, was to see my pussy stretched, fucked and filled by a BBC. His favourite cuckolding story, is about a couple who get married and honeymoon in the Caribbean. The husband is of course infuriatingly impotent, so the poor unfulfilled bride goes for a walk on the beach where she befriends four or five local Barbados men who after a brief chat, all end up gang banging her while the husband is off playing golf. I think at some point the priest that married them turns up and fucks her silly as well, but I digress. When I first confessed to Nathan that the thought of BBC repulses me in the same way thinking about your sibling in a sexual way makes you want to gag, he thought it was a joke and I’d inevitably bring one home. But of course I never did. Sure he was disappointed at first, but when I was able to demonstrate my resourcefulness for locating other cocks that were still just as massive, he got over it pretty quickly.

Lately though, I’ve been toying with the idea in my mind, wondering if I am missing out on something sublimely amazing. I’ve had many big cocks, including the odd few that made me walk a bit like a cowboy afterwards. So what would be so different with having a BBC? A part of me is intrigued and tempted to try something I’ve never had, and then another more cynical part of me wonders if it’s going to be a completely underwhelming and ordinary experience made more exciting by the moments leading up to it. Kinda like the first time you let a guy cum inside you, thinking you’re going to actually feel his cum exploding inside you, but you don’t end up feeling anything and you now also have a sticky mess to clean up that will continue to dribble down your thigh on the walk to the bathroom.

What’s hard to find though, is a female perspective on how great BBC’s are, without mentioning they got off on seeing the contrast between skin colours as they press against each other. Sure they mention how big they are, but who cares there are plenty of other nationalities with big cocks too – I know because I’ve fucked them and was left well and truly sated each time. There’s some mention about these men having almost godly hard bodies cut from marble, but again nothing I haven’t had before plus athleticism isn’t that big a deal to me anyway. I think that’s what’s confusing me as well, because there seems to be an extremely fine line between BBC in cuckolding and BBC in interracial fetishes. I’m seeking an answer related to cuckolding but it seems to always drift back to seeing the different skin tones against each other. Since I broke the stereotype with Nathan and showed him there are plenty of massive cocks around that aren’t necessarily BBC, he doesn’t really care anymore if I bring one home or not. As long as he gets cuckolded, he’s happy. So I suppose it all has to come down to me and if I want to add the BBC notch to my belt and also quash my crazy neuroses about being related to anyone with even remotely tanned skin.

I think I started off this post hoping after a few paragraphs of reflection the answer would magically appear and my subconscious desires would be revealed after a few keystrokes. But I just re-read what I typed and it’s just the ramblings of neurotic mind that no doubt some people may take out of context and accuse me of being racist. I am feeling though that maybe BBC isn’t something I should seek out actively, rather wait for it to fall into my lap (so to speak) and then slowly go from there depending on how comfortable I feel in that moment. Last thing I want is to go to the trouble of arranging a guy to come over, only to dry reach as soon as he tries to kiss me because I can’t get over my idiotic thoughts of him possibly being related to me.

What are your thoughts and theories, my dear reader? Would love to hear from anyone that swears by BBC. Should I just take a Xanax and jump on the first one I see? I’m curious especially from a cuckolding perspective, what the appeal is to seeing your wife/girlfriend with a BBC, besides the interracial aspect.

Patty xx

Sunday Session: Sam

Early Sunday Session post for you all because I’m away this weekend and won’t have a chance to put one up. Hope you enjoy x

Every now and then I indulge myself in a bull that may not actually have any interest in being a bull, ie. They could care less if I tell Nathan or not about what we do. They just want to fuck without him there, end of story. Sam contacted me online wanting to hook up and even had a specific fantasy: I’d come to his shop near closing time, we’d fool around a bit when customers weren’t looking and then he’d have his way with me out the back. I wasn’t that interested until he mentioned that he worked for a sex shop, and when he said he wanted to take me out back, he meant into the adjoining porno cinema. To top it off he had a fetish for pantyhose and promised the fucking of a lifetime if I arrived wearing them.

I told Nathan I was going to meet with Sam, teasing him that maybe we’d end up in the porno cinema before closing time and I’d end up being gang banged by all the customers while he was sitting at home completely unawares. Or maybe he’d be on his laptop, jerking off to some cuckold porn when he’d come across a live stream of me in the cinema… Nathan begged me to let him watch me with Sam, but I knew Sam wouldn’t be into it so I devised a plan. We’d both drive down together, I’d go into the shop first and shortly after Nathan would enter, pretending to be a customer just browsing but secretly watching me flirting with Sam. Then as the shop closed, little cuck would wait for me in the car. All of this was on the condition that he’d wear his cage so that he wouldn’t arouse suspicion by walking around with a little erection in his pants (although I’m sure he wouldn’t be the first person walking around a sex shop with a boner).

Sam’s next shift was a Friday night and as planned, little cuck and I drove to the shop together. I was wearing my stockings as promised, along with a short black dress that rode up to expose the lacey tops on my stockings as I walked around. When I arrived, Sam was chatting with a customer at the register so I gave him a quick wave and smile and pretended to look at some massage oils. As soon as the customer left, Sam raced over gave me a hug and kiss on the lips, “I’m so glad you came, you look so hot in those stockings.” He whispered, then bent down and felt my legs from ankle to thigh. He kissed me again, keeping an eye on the door and a hand up my skirt squeezing my ass. Right on cue, Nathan walked in and Sam stopped immediately, launching into a detailed explanation about the ingredients in the massage oils we were standing in front of. I frowned at my cuck, and he quickly walked off to the far corner of the store, browsing through the DVDs and keeping his head down.

Sam gestured for me to follow him to a different aisle where he kissed me again, this time while fingering me. I turned around so that he would be facing the wall and wouldn’t see Nathan watching us. He bobbed down and stuck his head under my dress, pushing my panties to the side and gave me a quick licking. His hands running up and down my legs simultaneously. Sam was right, wearing stockings made him completely ravenous and animalistic and I was getting off on how taboo and naughty it felt knowing we might get caught by a customer walking through the door at any minute. Kinda like being in high school and fooling around while listening to hear if your parents have come home. I looked up and could see Nathan staring at us, biting his lip and white knuckling the DVD he was holding.

The door chime went off as a customer walked through, and just as before Sam went automatically into customer service mode, maintaining the utmost professional demeanour even with his chin and lips very noticeably shiny with my pussy juices. Within the hour a couple more customers wandered in and out of the shop, Sam was getting more forward and riskier with touching me and sneaking a kiss here and there. Truthfully I was dripping wet from a combination of the excitement, the fact that it was the most drawn out foreplay I’ve ever experienced and knowing that Nathan was still standing in his little corner watching every time Sam slipped his tongue or fingers inside me, like a dirty little voyeur.

Five minutes until close, and Sam asked Nathan who was now the last person in the store, to leave. I winked at him as he gave me a shy smile before walking out the door. Sam quickly closed off the register, pausing occasionally to feel my legs. When he finished, he led me to the rear of the store and into the porno cinema. Eh it wasn’t what I imagined and there were a few too many scrunched up tissues on the ground for my liking, but I settled in one of the couches as Sam knelt in front of me and let his tongue go to work while I watched a woman get spit-roasted by two guys on screen. I was close to cumming so I pulled Sam’s head up and asked him to fuck me. I turned around in the seat so that I was facing backwards with my ass sticking out. Again Sam ran his hands up and down my legs a few times before sinking his cock into me. My moans were echoed by the woman on screen as he started to quicken his pace. I clenched the back of the sofa as I started to cum. Sam quickly reached around to finger me to the finish as he pulled out and came all over my stockinged legs. It really was like high school, over as soon as it began but we both came, and the hour long tease beforehand had left us well and truly spent.

I was pondering keeping my stockings on for little cuck to lick clean or removing them because they were sticky with cum and it wasn’t the nicest feeling through the nylon. But Sam had already decided he wanted to lick his cum off my legs, finishing up with his mouth on my pussy. As I sank back into my seat enjoying the sensation of his tongue thrusting in and out of me and hands perpetually running up and down my legs. I looked at my phone to check the time and was surprised to see over an hour had passed since the store closed. Guess it wasn’t a high school style quickie after all. After I came for the second time I told Sam it was getting late and I had to leave. He thanked me for helping fulfill his fantasy and offered to walk me back to my car, which I politely declined for obvious reasons.

When I got back to my car, my little cuck was still patiently waiting for me  – although I could see he had made a bit of a mess in his pants. No doubt after he left the shop his imagination had taken over of what was happening in the cinema. I let him out of his cage, and licked the dribble of cum off his little penis. I started the car and gave him permission to jerk off as I told him all about my escapades with Sam on the drive home.

Patty xx

Is There Such A Thing As Too Many Bulls?

One question I’m always asked is whether or not I prefer having one single bull or multiple bulls. I’m always a bit hesitant to answer because I know the snap judgment that follows: single bull sounds like you’re more modest but also you seem more likely to fall in love with him. Multiple bulls sounds like you’re a bit of a slut and probably brimming with STIs.

Initially I would have told you I prefer having multiple bulls, because I love having exposure to a variety of sexual interests plus I’m not ashamed to admit I’m really greedy when it comes to big cock – I want them all and I want them now! I like the idea that I can select bulls not just for cucking Nathan, but also based on what I feel like at the time or want to experiment with. It was hard at first working out how to organise hookups. Scheduling dates/times to have sex just seems to take the excitement out of it, but reality of the situation is I’m working full time, as is Nathan, as are the bulls and we all have so much more going on in our lives so planning ahead is a necessity. As a side note, it does make me wonder, how people could possibly cheat when it takes so much effort to navigate time between multiple people, let alone keeping track of everyone!

Having a single bull always seemed like a strange idea to me, almost like bordering on polyamory or at least a quick way to cause relationship drama. I’ve touched on in my previous posts about the time I had a bull that started to grow too attached to me, and afterwards it put both myself and Nathan off the idea of just having the one. But I do have a bull now that I have been seeing with some regularity, around every 6 – 8 weeks (as opposed to once/twice a week with the other one). He’s absolutely perfect in terms of how our expectations marry up. He’s not comfortable with emasculating Nathan, which he told us from the start, but is happy to have Nathan suck him off and then guide his massive cock into me, before settling down in the corner to watch. We don’t chat much, I couldn’t even tell you what he does for a living but I feel like the distance between us is what makes it work so well and eliminates any paranoia of being overly attached. He’s always respectful, always reliable, ALWAYS makes me cum and I can see why so many women like having a regular bull that you can depend on.

Especially when there are the times having multiple bulls can go wrong – take this week for example. I knew I had time off from work, so last week I went online feverishly trying to find one guy to fuck for every day of the week. It’s something I’ve never done before and I thought it would be a nice surprise for Nathan as well, to come home every day after work to the sound/sight of a different man, balls deep inside me. But slowly, one by one they cancelled. Here’s the breakdown of excuses:

Monday & Wednesday: Both were in relationships (I didn’t know this at the time) and sent me sentimental messages about how I was so sexy and they really wanted to fuck me, alas they JUST realised their heart lies with their respective partners and they cannot go through with it.

Tuesday: Forgot he had a dentist appointment

Thursday: Texted me saying, “I’m sorry I can’t make it on Thursday.” No excuse but at least he let me know

Friday: Said he thought about it, and the more he did the more the idea of Nathan coming home and ‘discovering us’ was freaking him out. No matter how much I assured him that I wasn’t tricking him and Nathan wasn’t going to fill with rage and punch him for fucking me, he was scared and didn’t want to go through with it.

Seriously. Five guys, and every single one flaked out. I was a little upset, because even though these bulls were essentially strangers, being rejected 5 times in a row can be demoralising. That’s the downside to using multiple bulls with no attachment, they don’t feel they you owe you anything and vice versa.

As luck would have it though, I received a text from my regular bull yesterday asking if I had free time this weekend. I was wondering if my female blue balls were sending out such strong vibes he’d picked up on it, but then I realised it was about 6 weeks to the day since we last hooked up and always being polite and aware of the boundaries, he just knew it was the appropriate time to contact us.

Despite all this, I still prefer having multiple bulls over just the one… sort of. I enjoy the variety too much to give it all up for just one cock. There’s always something I haven’t tried, or seen or even heard of before. But I do have a new found appreciation for my single bull and no longer see him as such a terrible thing to have. Like this week, when it all went phenomenally bad and only my reliable bull could save me, but if I was exclusively with him it would mean only cucking Nathan every 6 – 8 weeks! Way too long for either of us to wait around for cock. Could I have about 5 or so bulls that I see exclusively? Maybe in the future, but until then I’m happy to keep rotating through bulls and having my cock cake and eating it too.

Tell me about your experiences! One bull, or two or more – what’s your preference? As always I love to hear about what has and hasn’t worked for you.

Patty xx

Ps. Just to clarify, even though I enjoy sex with multiple partners I do try to stay as safe/hygienic as possible. I get STI checks once a month, use condoms about 90% of the time (I will admit sometimes I get caught up in the heat of the moment or I allow it if they can show me a recent and clean STI check) and I have the contraceptive implant. So I can confirm I am absolutely not brimming with diseases!

How Nathan Became a Cuckold

I think most guys in the cuckolding lifestyle will agree they didn’t just wake up one day and decide that they would be happier if their partner cheated on them. It’s something they lusted for over a period of time, whether or not they recognised it at first. Some guys are into swinging, so cuckolding is a natural progression, some guys with a smaller than average penis size fantasise about seeing what a bigger, thicker cock would do their partner and the others have it thrown in their face by witnessing their partner cheat on them, and through the rage realise their cock has become rock hard.

Nathan falls into the latter category. He was 19 and in a pretty tumultuous on-again-off-again relationship with his first girlfriend. They’d break up, he’d hook up with someone, she’d find out get angry and jealous and want to get back together. They’d break up again, she’d hook up with someone, he’d  get angry and jealous and want to get back together. The final time they broke up, he found himself at a house party that she happened to be at. And there she was, sitting in the lap of another guy, making out with him (among other things). Nathan was so incredibly furious, and yet he couldn’t look away. He was completely captivated by seeing her openly hooking up with this other guy. Half their friends didn’t know they had broken up, and something about the public humiliation of being the beta male, just felt so right.

In his next relationship he still hadn’t really worked out what it was that turned him on so much about seeing his ex with another man, so he kept it under wraps and started reading about it online. Discovering cuckold porn and reading forums about other guys, who just like him were confused about why the idea of their partner cheating on them turned them on so much. The more cuckold porn he watched and the more he read about how it was so much more than just a fetish, the more he knew it was a lifestyle he wanted. His relationship ended without him having the chance to experiment, but he ended up finding a new girlfriend (let’s call her Laura) that he knew was also a bit more sexually liberal and could possibly be open to the idea of cucking him.

Nathan floated the idea past Laura after about a year or so into their relationship, and as expected she freaked out asking the same questions that most partners have: “Why do you want me to sleep with someone else? Don’t you love me anymore? What do you get out of it? How could you think I would even be capable of cheating on you?” But as mortified as she was, Laura was also curious, and tempted to see how far she could go exactly. After a while, she confessed to Nathan that she wouldn’t mind hooking up with her ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t a complete disaster, but the ex-boyfriend wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of being with Laura while she had a boyfriend, so after the first and only time they fucked, he stopped texting back. Nathan was pretty pleased he got to hear all the juicy details and this time he didn’t feel the rage and jealousy, and couldn’t keep his hands off Laura. The next time she decided to fuck someone, she chose a guy in her dance class. He was even willing to let Nathan watch one time, and he was in heaven. After that he begged Laura to cut him off completely, no sex whatsoever except with her dance class friend. Unfortunately what Nathan didn’t plan on, was Laura growing more and more attached to her friend and eventually leaving Nathan, so she could be with him.

Nathan reflects back on it as standard amateur cuck mistake. He was just so excited about how well things were seemingly going for him, he didn’t realise how far apart he was drifting from Laura. They never set any ground rules, so when she started cancelling on him to hang out with her friend or ignoring his calls he thought it was part of the experience. She’d already cut him off for sex, so this was just the next level, right?

Needless to say when Nathan met myself, he had a more clear idea in his head of what he wanted as well as what sort of boundaries/limitations there should be. But that being said just because we follow our rules, doesn’t mean our experiences are all Stepford perfect. I’ve been cucking Nathan for over 4 years now, which is the longest he’s ever been cuckolded. And after a while, for the first time he started to experience so-called ‘cuckold angst’. There are lots of articles and other blogs out there that discuss this in more detail, but for Nathan it’s almost as if the cheating aspect had become real and it wasn’t fun anymore. He can feel that same rage and jealousy growing in him that he felt when he was 19, and it makes him more angry and upset because he knows he should be enjoying himself. He particularly feels this when I go to the bull’s place alone or when I’m with a bull who I just happen to get along really well with so it’s almost like we’re a real couple lying in bed chatting, laughing and fucking while Nathan sits awkwardly in the corner. He knows deep down that I love him and that he loves being cuckolded, still sometimes he just can’t shake that little paranoid voice in his head that wonders if I’ll also end up leaving him with one of my bulls.

Like any good cuckold couple we have discussed it, so I am more mindful of being overly friendly with my bulls. Not just for Nathan’s sake but for theirs and mine as well – I mentioned in a previous post about how oblivious I was to a bull wanting to be more than just my favourite cock because we got along so well. Anyway, I digressed a fair bit but I suppose the point I’m trying to make is that Nathan may have identified first feeling cuckolded at 19 but as our relationship evolves and we experiment, his identity as a cuckold shifts and changes as well. Not all cuckolds engage in the same kind of activities as us and vice versa, which is what makes it a lifestyle more than a set fetish. Four years seems like it’s already been a long time to us but realistically we have the rest of our life together and I have no doubt that eventually we’ll get to that cuckolding sweet spot of no angst, no jealousy, no testing limits just to see where they are, nothing but amazing fucking orgasms… (for me, not him!)

Patty xx