I'm writing this blog the morning after the night before partly to distract myself from having a wank and boy do I want one. But I'm not going to because I'm going to a BMFC swingers party tomorrow and if I am fortunate enough to meet a couple I get on well with if I want the wife to benefit from me being in a state of pure, lustful, raw hunger.
That is also partly why when I got an invite from Sally to meet in a hotel last night I said no. I made a conscious decision some time ago not to let swinging and the cuckolding of couples be something that consumes too much of my free time.
Having said that something told me we'd get on well. Besides which Sally also lives relatively local and if you have read any of my Blogs on another site you will know that I have been particularly keen to find someone local to have fun with. So far none of my regulars live less than a 90 minute drive away (and that's when the roads are clear).
Anyway, I did say that I would be happy to meet Sally for a quick get to know you drink instead. She agreed and asked if I would like her to come alone or with her husband Phil. Being the kind of Bull that relishes fucking married women in front of their husbands I naturally said yes. We arranged to meet after 8 in a pub not too far from me and being a hot evening I turned up in jeans and a buttoned short sleeve shirt.
I promise you I'm not vain but I did make a point of wearing something that would show off my arms and chest. As for my choice of jeans this may amuse you because it does me. I took a long break from swinging that lasted years. So when I started up again I was conscious that I had let myself go a bit and needed to get myself back in shape. Especially if I was going to be calling myself a Bull. Where am I going with this? Well partly because of my love of cycling and weight training in my youth I have always been blessed-cursed with big thighs. So no matter what I wear when I sit down my trousers are always tight around my thighs and they cause the material around the crotch to bunch up. Now that I am training again because my waist is getting smaller the crotch area is even bigger so I have had to get rid of some of my trousers.
When I commute to work on the train and I'm very occasional feeling particularly mischievous I don't cover the false bulge and giggle to myself when I see ladies sheepishly looking away when I catch them staring. I know its silly and childish but it kills the time when I'm bored. Back to the pub.......
......Sally had asked me to text her on arrival so that her husband Phil could meet me outside and escort me to where she would be sitting. This he dutifully did. He let me to his wife who much to my delight looked better than her profile pictures. I'm not sure of her age but my guess is that she either in her late 40s or early 50s. She had on a very feminine summer dress, stockings and high heels. Medium length blonde hair and glasses fitting with her profession. The vision of a classy married milf with just the right amount of curves. I sat next to her as her husband went off to get me a drink.
We did the usual small talk and within minutes she was rubbing my thigh. I was a bit nervous at first because the pub was both busy and well lit. As we began to talk about more interesting things her hand moved to my cock. Which due to the bunching was easy for her to manipulate. She rubbed her palm across it and made it twitch with anticipation. All three of us maintained our civilized expressions but anyone looking would have known what was going on from the rhythmic movements of her arm.
By now the lustful tension was unbearable so Phil asked if I had time to spare to drive to some woods which were a short drive away. I said ....hell yes.....After a few moments to compose myself we all got up. I took his wife to my car and he went to his so that he could drive to the woods with me following.
The site of this hot MILF sat next to me in my car made it difficult to drive. Made worse by the fact her hand never lost contact with my cock through the jeans. She rubbed stroked and teased all the way to the woods.
We parked side by side and as soon as we parked and took our belts off we started kissing. Oh the hunger that came from her. It was intense. She quickly freed my cock while her husband watched form the other car. Then she did what she had been desperate to do all evening. She wrapped her lips around my cock and began to suck and lick with enthusiastic hunger. I opened the car door so her husband could get a better view. I told him to get closer and look into his wife's eyes as she sucked my hard black cock. This he did.
Things were getting too horny now. So although the intention was just to have a kiss and blow job. I told Sally to get out of the car and bend over leaning into the car. I handed the condom to Phil and told him to get it ready, slide it over my cock and guide me into his wife which he dutifully obeyed, his hands shook with excitement. He got the perfect view of my cock slowly entering his wife from behind mmmmmmm.
Oh the naughty thrill of it. A summers evening out doors. Making a wife plead as I thrust and telling a cuckold how much I love fucking his wife................I better stop here. I'm getting myself all worked up again and I need to get ready for work. Hope you like my blog.....
Hot Hot Hot!!!! Love reading things from the Black man's perspective! Very insightful and interesting. Am I correct in that the UK seems to be exploding with white woman and black men being in intimate relationships generally, not just in the cuckold lifestyle?
ReplyDeleteHi Love the pub fun. Have done this too!. Its a blast - to look and chat in a normal fashion while a lovely married lady is rubbing your crotch. I remember one lovely lady when we were in a particularly empty pub - who allowed me to pull her knickers aside and finger her. Her hubby loved it!
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