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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!

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Slightly Manipulating Reality to Create a Fantasy (p.s. I’m back!)

Apologies for the exceedingly long hiatus! If you remember my last post from many months ago, Nathan and I just bought a place together and the renovations took a lot longer than expected. Have you ever dug up your garden only to find it was hiding syringes, crack pipes and basically everything else you associate with a crime scene? It is a good neighbourhood we just happened to purchase a place from the only crack head in town.

 

But in the midst of the renovation nightmare, I managed to fulfill one of Nathan’s long time cuckolding fantasies. Since I’ve known him, he’s always wanted to go to a bar or a club and have me fawning all over him, and yet still attract the attention of another guy (or guys) who flirts relentlessly with me despite knowing I’m with Nathan. He dances with me, buys me drinks and tries to touch me at every opportune moment. And of course the fantasy predictably ends with me sitting on his cock/face while my cuck quietly jerks off in the corner.

 

Although the start of my cuckolding experimentation started with hooking up with guys in clubs, I hated that I couldn’t guarantee a massive cock every time. I’ve posted about this previously when weighing up the pros and cons of online vs. reality and being able to filter men by every single feature is a huge pro that real life can’t provide. But we’d been working so hard, didn’t celebrate moving in, didn’t celebrate our anniversary, so I felt like now was the time to indulge in this fantasy… sort of.

 

Unbeknownst to Nathan, I updated my dating profile to say I was looking for a man to play along with my very specific fantasy. I requested a guy who would pretend not to know me or that I’d arranged for him to be at the bar, and act as inappropriately cocky and confident as he could possibly be in flirting with me in front of Nathan. I thought it might be a bit too strange a request but surprisingly had someone sorted within 2 days. Joel promised 9 thick inches of uncut cock would be fucking me raw by the end of the night.

 

Leading up to the weekend I convinced Nathan we needed a night off from renovating with a little well deserved indulgence, by going for dinner and drinks at the local bar. I wore a short, tight white dress with big red flowers printed all over and strappy black heels and texted a photo of myself as I was slipping into it, to Joel who responded with a photo of his cock dripping with pre-cum. Meanwhile my sweet cuck was sitting on the couch drinking tea.

 

Dinner flew by and we were soon at the bar watching the band playing some pretty terrible 80s covers. I was sipping on a mojito when I saw Joel enter. He looked directly at us then took a seat in a booth nearby so we were still in his view. I chewed on the end of my straw as I waited in anticipation. When was he going to approach us? What was he going to say? We never really discussed his pretend back story, just that he would pretend to have never communicated with me previously. Then I had that nagging thought that maybe he’s piked out. The music’s shit, the beer’s watered down, I’m not what he was expecting and he’s decided not to go ahead with it.

 

I became slightly despondent, which Nathan took as me needing another drink. I was still looking down when I noticed Joel walking towards me, so I sat up and smiled brightly at him as he walked past and stood next to Nathan at the bar. He looked like he was ordering a drink too and then started chatting with Nathan. They turned around simultaneously as Nathan pointed me out, and Joel nodded. Ugh did he just confess everything to Nathan and ruin the fantasy? But then they started laughing and as Nathan grabbed our drinks he gestured for Joel to follow him. “Hey Patty, this is Joel is it ok if he sits with us? Poor guy was just telling me he’s been stood up.” I slowly smiled and gave him a wink, “Of course, her loss is our gain.”

 

Joel quickly sat next to me while my unassuming cuck continued chatting about, I can’t even remember what, because Joel started walking his fingers up along my thigh and under my skirt. “So Nathan, how’d you end up with such a beautiful girlfriend?” Joel asked, withdrawing his hand from under my dress. “I mean even if my date had shown up, I probably would’ve pissed her off by staring at Patty all night.” Nathan looked a bit taken aback, “Yep you’re not the first person to point out I’m punching above my weight.” He said laughing and then changed the subject. Small talk continued for a while before I interrupted and asked both Nathan and Joel if they wanted to dance. At first Nathan shook his head but when he saw Joel jump up to join me with a little too much enthusiasm, he changed his mind and grabbed my hand to lead me to the dancefloor.

 

I danced between the two, watching Nathan look more and more confused at how brazen Joel was being. Every time Nathan would pull me close, Joel would grab my hand and twirl me over to him. Cuck excused himself to the bathroom, and as soon as his back was turned Joel leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “Am I being forward enough for you?” I smiled, “Yes it’s going perfectly but I’m not sure if Nathan can actually see what’s happening or if he just thinks he’s had too much to drink.” I giggled. “Well, let’s make sure he knows this is definitely real…” Joel pulled my waist close to him and kissed me hard and passionately on the mouth while running his fingers through my hair. I could hear a few guys wooping in the background but closed my eyes and melted into his kiss.

 

“Uh oh, busted…” Joel whispered into my ear. I broke away from his embrace to see my cuck standing near the bar watching us. I grabbed Joel’s hand and led him over. “Hey man hope you don’t mind, like I said she’s just so fucking hot!” Joel said squeezing my ass. Nathan shifted his weight uncomfortably, “Nah it’s cool I guess, I mean yeah…” I gave him a wink, “Oh I’m so glad you said that because I’m actually getting kinda bored of this place and wanted to go back home. Just me, Joel and you.”  I didn’t give him a chance to respond and started heading towards the door with Joel’s hand in mine and cuck trailing.

 

What should have been a 10 minute walk home turned into half an hour as Joel took every opportunity to push me against a wall and kiss me. Fingering me in front of Nathan and commenting on how wet and ready I was for him. Asking Nathan to feel me and asking if he’d ever been able to make me as wet. Halfway on the route home we passed a park and Joel’s eyes lit up. “Patty have you ever had outdoor sex?” To tell the truth outdoor sex is on my list of things that seem to sound appealing in theory only.  Like group sex, it seems dirty and unhygienic plus with all the renovating, tonight was the first night in months that I wasn’t covered in a layer of grime, paint and plaster so I definitely was not enthusiastic to go roll around and get mud in my vagina. Joel sensed my hesitation and pointed to a dark corner where the outline of a park bench that was barely visible. “I’ll sit there and you can sit on me while your boyfriend keeps a look out.” I bit my lip and nodded, on the condition we stick to the bench.

 

Joel’s pants were around his ankles before he even got to the bench, and cuck obediently stood facing the foot path to keep watch. I gave him a quick kiss before going to position myself on my knees to suck Joel’s cock. “Babe as much as I love a bj, I’m so primed to fuck right now.” I gave the tip a flick with my tongue and obliged, straddling him and teasing him by not sitting all the way down until he gave a quick thrust upwards and pushed me onto his cock. “Oh god yes your cock is amazing…” I moaned. Joel grunted, quickening his pace and became almost animalistic trying to pull the top of my dress down to expose my breasts, which he licked and sucked with ferocity.

 

We fucked for a good 10 – 15 minutes before he couldn’t hold off any longer, “Babe quick get off, I’m close to cumming.” “You can cum in me if you want.” That was all it took and Joel blew his load inside me. I continued sitting on his lap, rocking back and forth gently as he finished cumming and I saw Nathan’s shadow approaching. Without saying a word I de-mounted Joel and spread my legs as cuck got on his knees and cleaned me up with his tongue, stopping occasionally to thank me for providing the privilege.

 

My grateful cuck leaned his head along the inside of my thigh after he finished as I stroked his hair. “Guys that was amazing, thanks so much for turning around my crap night.” I had to commend him for his commitment to the back story. Joel gave me a deep long kiss good bye, and to really put cuck in his place he ruffled his hair like a child and said “Thanks heaps dude for letting me fuck your girlfriend, although I guess you didn’t really have a choice did ya?” He laughed, zipped his pants up and headed back towards the road to flag a taxi as Nathan and I headed home. We walked most of the way in silence, Nathan squeezing my hand and taking in sharp breaths, which I knew was a sign he was close to cumming himself. As soon as we were inside, I dropped to my knees and took cuck’s little penis into my mouth. He came in less than 10 seconds but I still swallowed every last drop. I got back up to kiss him and as I pulled away he shook his head, “Patty I’m still… I don’t know what the hell is going on, is tonight real or am I really drunk?” “Why didn’t you have as much fun as I did?” I said with an exaggerated pout. “No no, it was amazing! But what was that guy’s deal? How weird was he? I mean I know this was my ultimate fantasy but who’s that rude in real life to fuck another guy’s girlfriend? And I was so nice to him and asked us to sit with us and everything because I felt sorry for him…” I felt terrible for causing Nathan this much angst and was about to confess I set the whole thing up and there was no girl who stood Joel up, but then he asked if he could go down on me as I replayed the night back to him going into detail about what it felt like to have Joel cum inside me. I smiled and led my sweet cuck to the bedroom.

 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year dear readers! Hope you enjoyed my last post for 2015. Looking forward to sharing more of my salacious cuckolding stories with you in the new year.

 

 

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

DommeBloggers Topic Challenge: Changing Your Mind

Have you ever changed your mind about a kink? Thought you liked something and it turned out you didn’t? Thought you didn’t like something and it turned out you did? What do you think made you flip?

As soon as I saw this topic my mind was swimming with ideas. The mind-numbingly obvious kink I tried and fell head over heels with would be cuckolding. And even though this is supposed to be a blog about all the ways I cuckold my partner, I thought I’d write about another kink I tried and did not turn out to be anything like how I imagined.

Failed Kink: Older guys… Much older guys

So this one is a little embarrassing to admit, but in my early 20s I started to fantasise about what it would be like to fuck a man in his 50s/60s. I don’t know why, but I just assumed that all men around that age would have a Maxwell Sheffield like charm to them (yes I spent my teen years watching the Nanny). I thought they would be witty and handsomely rugged, and so much more mature than those silly boys I was dating. They would be REAL men who could satisfy me sexually and mentally, with their worldly knowledge obtained from Jacque Cousteau-esque adventures.

It wasn’t until I met Nathan that I decided it would be the opportune time to experiment in my fantasy while indulging in his. Of course Nathan teased me relentlessly, telling me to use a safeword to signal I was being suffocated by saggy balls. But if anything it was his teasing and immaturity about the whole thing that spurred me on even more to find my sophisticated older gentleman. So I went onto my trusty dating website and unsurprisingly the profile of a then 25 year old girl saying she wanted to bang an old man was inundated with requests.

The first man I chose was a dud. He promised a deliciously thick cock that would stay hard without the need for Viagra. Technically I suppose he was right, but really he should have clarified it would stay hard for about 30 seconds without needing Viagra. He did fill in the remaining 20 or so minutes with a rant about the weather and how he wanted to be a weatherman because it’s the only job where you get paid to be wrong. This experience was not what I expected at all and gave me horrible visions of having to listen to inane ramblings of Nathan after the age of 50… But I am a scientist by trade and a firm believer in using appropriate sample sizes before drawing a conclusion. So I gave it another try.

Guy number 2 was very handsome, very charming, very attractive looking cock… And obsessed with being a sugar daddy. He didn’t want sex, just someone to dote on and shower with gifts. Although the sound of free presents just for looking pretty was tempting, he wanted to spend more than one night together and couldn’t even promise sex. Specifically, he wanted me to come away with him for weeks on end. Seriously? Is there any sane person out there that would go away to an undisclosed location for “several weeks” with a stranger they met on the internet? Guy number 2 was a bust and we didn’t even fuck.

Guy number 3 I suspect, was a lot more older than his profile or picture showed. Every layer of clothing he removed, revealed wrinklier and wrinklier flesh. I wondered if his insurance covered injuries sustained during sex of if that was the reason he moved so slowly. He also wanted to pretend I was a lot more younger than I was. That I was an innocent young virgin he was about to violate. Thankfully the whole ordeal lasted only 10 minutes but made me finally question what the hell I was thinking imagining sex with a man twice my age would be sexy.

The fourth and final guy was ok, gave amazing head but then thought it would be perfectly acceptable to hang outside our apartment for the next couple of weeks, waiting for me after work. Luckily at the time I wasn’t living with Nathan, so I went safely back to my actual house while my poor cuck had to awkwardly pretend to the neighbours he didn’t know who the old guy with flowers was either.

Alright so 4 guys is hardly a big enough sample size, but I couldn’t handle any more. It was a horrible experience, and I’m pretty confident as soon as Nathan turns 50 I’m going to be trading him in for someone younger who doesn’t ramble about nothing or smell like cabbage and tobacco. This kink was officially a massive fail. Sure maybe I just chose the ‘wrong’ guys but if they were the best options out all the messages I received then I’m happy to shelve this fantasy and concentrate on cucking Nathan with guys my own age.

Patty xx