Why the hell would a Bull want a cuddle buddy that he didn't f*** ???

 

If you were to read any of my swinging and kink profiles you would notice an amendment which to some will look very out of place when compared to the filth in the rest of their content.

Post covid it dawned on me that not only are cuddles nice to have but they are actually a crucial element of what’s needed for my own personal sexual well-being. Although not essential for every sexual or kink related adventure. Were it not to be a factor of most of my encounters, experience has now taught me that its total absence will leave me feeling at best a bit unfulfilled and at worst with an extremely unpleasant feeling of empty hollowness. Anyway I will refer back to this a little later in this blog.

When if comes to pure lustful cravings I think it's probably fair to say that there is no sexual dynamic that I fantasize about and crave more than threesomes. For me it represents the perfect blend of fun and filth......and within this dynamic there is nothing I salivate over more than MMF (two bi/curious males with one woman) fun. From my perspective there's nothing more intoxicatingly horny than a M/F couple be they cuckold or bi inviting a single male to join them for inappropriately filthy fun.

Historically most of my fun along these lines has been with me being in the role of the single male invited to join a cuckold couple. (Interestingly of late I've noticed that whenever I'm partnered with a sexy woman I have become increasingly interested in being joined by a single male. I'm closer to the Stag/Vixen end of the spectrum)

Anyway much as I crave threesome filth I have always been mindful of the necessity to nurture my need for balance. I have a long held belief that as a male with a strong craving for meeting couples its important to have other outlets in order to cater to that human need for intimacy on a deeper level.

In my version of an ideal world there is always a scenario in which I have an intimate loving partner who is accepting of my need for this form of sexual expression. I have spoken to many couples over the years and they often speak of fun arrangements with single males that have come to an abrupt end when the invited male confused his lustful passions for intimacy on a deeper level. Hell I even made that mistake once......ONCE. But I have never repeated it. We're only human so we all make mistakes however repeating it would now be unethical from my perspective. An experienced Bull with ethics believes in transparency will never do anything to even hint at compromising the stability of a couples loving relationship.

That said what does a single male do when not anchored in one or more (I'm polyamorous hence the plural)  loving relationships. From my perspective I think it is important to be purposeful in finding kindred spirits who share your understanding of the need for something to balance out the need for delicious filth with something more intimate too.

A VERY BAD INFLUENCE ON THE NOT SO INNOCENT

I love mentoring people and this applies to both my vanilla life and the darker sexual elements of my personality.  That’s no doubt one of the reasons why I’m drawn more to cuckold as opposed to stag/vixen couples. Love mentoring and collaboration but I HATE being told what to do by other guys lol.

Anyway when an opportunity to be protector and guide for a sexy woman at her first ever swingers party presented itself I seized it with both hands. The event in question was MILF Club a day time swinging event at The Vanilla Alternative venue. My mentee was extremely nervous at first but I was able to guide her with the benefit of my insights based on my decades of experience living a non-monogamous lifestyle.

My companion received a lot of complimentary attention so by the end of the afternoon she had relaxed enough to unleash her inner sl**. Now if you have read any of my past blogs you will know that this is a quality that I find extremely attractive in a woman. Although I didn’t get to benefit personally from these unleashed passions I did get to see her lavished by the attentions of two guys we’d been chatting with who took her fancy.

On the drive back to our hotel I was bursting with excitement eager to get my new friends perspective on what had just happened. However she was still in something of a dazed state trying to process things in hear head.

WHAT YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T FUCK?

It turns out that although weeks of chat had established a rather special bond between the two of us as it happens I’m not really her type on a sexual level. This may sound weird to some of you readers but for me personally my ego stopped being bruised by situations like this years ago.

Now don’t get me wrong I would sooooo love to have fucked my new friend especially as the memory of her being ever so recently well fucked was freshly stored in my brain. However I’m of the mind that a connection between people is only truly pleasurable when equally desired by all parties. I only want to fuck a woman when she struggles to differentiate the difference between wanting and needing me inside her.

Come to think of it I think that ties into another reason why I lean more to the cuckolding dynamic with couples as opposed to the Stag/Vixen dynamic. Now please bear with me and please don’t take offence if this does not apply to you, after all there are always exceptions. This is a very very crude over simplification based on my experiences.

Based on my experience a Stag/Vixen couple wants “a guy or guys” to join them to fuck the lady. I’m personally much more interested in a couple when the cuck is fixated on the thought of “ME Danny” fucking his lady.

 

Anyway back to my naughty yet surreal adventure with my new and fingers crossed special friend. It turns out that although I’m not what she’s looking for sexually. It turns out that for both of us touch is the language that we like to communicate in.  So we spent a lovely night together chatting laughing and spooning to our hearts content.

So although the memories of my new ever so naughty but nice friend have given me blue balls I’m not feeling empty or hollow. I think I can now officially confirm that I’m a cuddle junkie lol.

Tennis balls on my forehead nectar on my tongue

My poly-lover is the kind of woman that needs to feel a connection before having fun with another man or woman. So I've been wetting her appetite by introducing her to a friend of mine in a three-way Telegram chat. Years back we fucked each-others girlfriend (at the time) using a Czech style female gloryhole by was that horny mmmmmmmm......

...anyway my partner is travelling again tomorrow and I love the thought of giving her something naughty to look forward to when she's back to London in January.

I know my friend to be straight so I was a little surprised when he suggested fucking my lady while I attend to her clit with my tongue. With him being straight I pushed back a little because it meant I'd be under him and I didn't want to give off any submissive or cuckolded vibes......

Problem being that this morning I woke up with an almighty hardon imagining the scenario taking place lolol.

I've now suggested that I'd go along with this if we were to swap places now and then to level things up......yep my ego will be more than ok with that. I wonder what he'll say? lolol.

This Is Why You Can't Fuck My Girlfriend If You're Straight

You probably wouldn't be surprised to discover that my desire to fuck other men's wives' and girlfriends is deep and to my core. However it may surprise you to know that my desire to see my girlfriend fucked by other guys is also deep rooted. Hell as the years have passed this desire has grown stronger. So much so that it's in danger of matching my lusts and cravings as a Bull. Come to think of it I probably enjoy both scenarios all the more because I can relate to the pleasure from more than one perspective.

However there is a bit of a catch, based on past experiences its just not as much fun for me if the man fucking my lady is straight. My apologies if this comes across as a bit harsh and overly simplistic but broadly speaking straight guys tend to fall into one of two camps. Naturally there is always going to be a bit of an overlap but here goes.

CAMP ONE

This camp is populated by the outwardly nervous straight guy. This guy doesn't really want me in the room but for the chance of a fuck he's willing to give it a go and will try to use a few mental tricks to zone me out and pretend I'm not there. He may be concerned that I'm eying him up and trying to figure out a way to pounce on him. So because of this concern he is never totally at ease and will struggle to stay in the moment and enjoy the sweet pleasures of my sexy girlfriend. I consider myself to be a bit of an empath and because I will sense this I too will struggle to be in the moment because I will then be using strategies of my own to try to put him at ease.

CAMP TWO

This camp is populated by the outwardly confident and alpha males. This guy doesn't really want me in the room either but his motives are a little different. He wants to fully unleash his lusts on my lady and will feel somewhat held back by my presence. For the time that he is in the room he wants her to himself and the idea of "sharing" doesn't come naturally to him. His natural instinct is to also mark his presence by showing both of us who's boss. This too will be sensed by me so instead of enjoying the experience my competitive instincts will kick in and the whole experience will be ruined because in those scenarios I will cut things short and that's no fun for anyone.

I think I should take the time to hold my hand up and take some responsibility for the above type of scenarios. They have only ever happened in a club environment where adrenaline can be high and decisions can sometimes be made on impulse. In my ideal world we've had a chance to meet socially to first find out if we're likely to be a good match. 

CAMP THREE (the exception to the rule)

Yep you guessed it the title of this blog is click bait lol. Straight guys have fucked my partners over the years but they will have been people that we've got to know so everyone feels comfortable relaxed and horny.

It's so much more fun when they're bi!!!

Why? Because even if there is no play between the guys the vibe is almost always so much more relaxed. No-one is tense or worried about body parts touching and there is no sense of competition so working together as a team to give pleasure to my sweet lady just feels more natural and instinctive.

It also means I can get really close for a good view of another mans cock sliding in and out of my lady's pussy which more likely than not will be soaking wet because she is as turned on by the thought of being very naughty in front of me as I am proud to have a card carrying slut as a lover. That image can replay and  remain vivid in my head for weeks and boy is it horny as fuck.

The guy being bi means I'm free to stroke his cock and guide him back in if he slips out and I can cup his balls while whispering filth into my girlfriends ear.

Another perk of MMF threesomes is that there is never ever the whisper of beginning to feel like a third wheel. Although I can be a perfectly respectful voyeur (and enjoy it) when watching other couples fuck waiting patiently on the sidelines as a voyeur makes me restless when its my own girlfriend I just can't do it. So if the guy inside her has stamina and the two of them get lost in the moment I always have the option of keeping my cock warm with his mouth. For some strange inexplicable reason guys tend to fuck with a greater sense of urgency when I do that ;-)

A Polyamorous Bi Black Bull. Is That A Thing??? Part 3 of 3

........ on the surface Katherine appeared to have every non negotiable quality that I'm looking for in a woman. Intelligence, a kind heart and an open enquiring mind both in general and sexually. Not only does she have those qualities in abundance but she appeared to have so many "nice to have" qualities too. She sounded too good to be true so I decided to be cautious but to also keep an open mind.

One of my biggest areas of concern centred around whether or not Katherine would be comfortable knowing that as our relationship developed I would still be on the look out for both couples and single ladies. Its a bit of a tricky balancing act because although I wanted to be free to meet other people another priority was to give the relationship the opportunity to grow to it full potential if  things continued to go well.

We quickly came to the conclusion that for an indefinite period we would focus on getting to know each other. So if anyone were to be a fly on the wall when we were together they would be forgiven for thinking that we were a conventional couple dating and getting to know each other. However we did still continue to have separate adventures. The only condition being that all adventures with new people would include sober conversations about sexual health so that all concerned can continue to have their cake and eat it.

Although we were not attending swinging parties together we would share information. This was in part necessary because Katherine is still relatively new to the lifestyle and I have been using the benefit of my experience to guide her so as to help ensure that her experiences are as positive as possible. As an added bonus knowing that she has been seeing other men and women is a major turn on for me. What is torment for some is for me nothing short of pure lust filled bliss. 

Perhaps more often than not any time I meet Katherine there is a strong probability that another mans cock has been inside her. Want to know how much of a turn on this is for me? Put it this way while dating Katherine there was a period of time in which I was also dating a sexy black lady. She too was in her early days of exploring swinging and ethical non-monogamy. On one particular Saturday night Daniella had attended a BMFC interracial party by herself. I wanted to be sure she was ok so I told her to text me the following morning. When she did she said that she had been a very bad girl. I told her to stop talking and that I would be at her hotel room in an hour. I forbade her from giving me any more details until my cock was inside her.

I got to her hotel room with breakfast and boy was I eager to find out what she had been up to, she was just as eager to tell me. We finished our breakfast and then I slowly began teasing her pussy with my cock. She told me about how she had danced provocatively with two black men and that by the end of the night she had fucked three complete strangers. The lust I felt as she relayed her adventure was so intense my head spun. 

I'm forever saying that I love bad girls and have no time for good girls. That's not entirely true as it's also something of a crude over simplification.

Who I crave and most desire are sexually liberated nice women. To my mind something magical happens when a woman feels free enough to unshackle herself from guilt and simply enjoys the pleasures of sex. Its truly a wonder to behold and be a part of. I think this leads neatly on to one of the reasons why I am so sexually drawn to married women. 

Not being a woman all I have to go on is a bit of clumsy empathy. But with the way society is structured to impose guilt on women I imagine it must feel incredibly liberating to be in an environment where you can let go of all inhibition and set free ones deepest and darkest sexual desires safe in the knowledge that no judgement or negative consequences result from it. It must be the most amazing feeling. Its certainly a joy to be a part of.

Dipping into what is seen as taboo is partly why I so enjoy making cuckold handle my cock when I fuck their wife/girlfriend for the first time. For me its as symbolic as it is erotic to have the male half of a couple be the one to guild my cock into the woman he so loves.

On the flip side I am besides myself with excitement at the prospect of one day soon guiding another mans cock into my girlfriend's sweet pussy. I have seen one guy fuck her at yet another BMFC party but the novelty very quickly wore off. She too has now also seen me fuck another woman at a highly erotic couples party that we recently attended. Boy was that an exciting night. Just short of a year into our relationship that crucial question has now been answered for both of us. How will we each feel at the site of seeing the other being kissed or fucked by someone else. We both passed the test and can say with confidence that compersion is now fully interwoven within our relationship.

Anyway back to the interracial party. Katherine had a wonderful time being fucked by the guy. He had a good body and fucked my lady with great vigour but because he was straight and didn't have a collaborative "work together to please the lady" mindset boredom set in quite quickly. So I politely kicked him out of the room. Because of that slight mishap we now have new guidelines in place. If we're together and she see's a guy she likes and he is straight I won't hang around but just pop in and out of the room. But if he's a bicurious cock sucker like me then all three of us will feast to our hearts content.

A Polyamorous Bi Black Bull. Is That A Thing??? Part 2 of 3

 .....so at this point you may be asking yourself how my personal circumstances have changed. Well once again I am in what I hope ends up being a long lasting relationship, the longer the better ideally. Although being single during lockdown was painful on many levels it did give me the opportunity to step back and reflect on what direction I would like my life to go in once things got back to any kind of normality.

I knew from past experience that as a single male a sex life that consisted entirely of swinging wasn't a good fit for me. I remember sometimes returning home from an adventure with a couple and although the experience would have been a lot of fun I'd sometimes be aching for a good cuddle and particularly with couples not that well known to me that need could very easily be misunderstood. Perhaps not so much in an adventure with a single lady but even then there could be room for misinterpretation. 

However, the prize for the most empty feeling without doubt would relate to nights out at a swinging club in which I felt no connection with anyone. I'd be driving home in the early hours of the morning thinking to myself  "what the fuck are you doing Danny?" boy did it feel shit.

Yet on the flip side I also know that when I've tried to live a more conventional life I would end up feeling like a part of me was suppressed and unfulfilled. Therein lies the dilemma how was I to feed and nurture both extremes. At one end is the ache for genuine companionship, affection hell even the "L" word and at the other end encoded within my DNA is my dark wickedly mischievous side and its need for an outlet to express itself. 

So there was me with a new sense of purpose on two very distinct missions. On the one hand a desire for companionship and on the other that need I have to be with another man's woman. If you have read any of my previous blogs you will know that the woman is ideally someone’s wife and that I have a strong preference for wives who enjoy being fucked by me in the presence of their husband at lease occasionally if not all the time  (even the phrase "my wife" can make my cock twitch 😈).

I updated both my dating and swinging profiles with a sense of purpose and excitement wondering which mission would bear fruit first.

Whatever couple I would eventually find certain requirement would have to be met. Priority number one they must must MUST live less than and hours drive from me. For me one of the most frustrating aspects of covid was the fact that just before lockdown I had met two amazing cuckold couples but to get to either of them it would have been a two hour illegal drive. Had either of them lived closer to home I could have conceivably had a covid safe fuck bubble and all the time in the world to get to know them 😈. 

By the way getting to know a couple well is one of the aspects of cuckolding that I really enjoy. It's a slow process and one that I like to savour. This is why I ever so regretfully swipe left mentally when approached by couples who live too far away from me even if they would otherwise be an ideal match.

For my companionship mission there are also must have qualities in any woman that I'd want to be with. Besides living reasonably local to me she would also need to be fully accepting of the more mischievous side of my sexuality. So in order to minimise awkward conversations my dating profile made it clear that I was non-monogamous. I also made a point of only swiping right if a woman's profile said the same. I'm hard wired with a sense of fair play so the more adamant a woman was about her non-monogamous mindset the more comfortable I'd feel swiping right.

That's how Katherine came into my life. She told me that one of the things that made me stand out was the fact that my profile stated that I'm looking for a woman that wants me NOT a woman that needs me. She lives a busy life and our first date was via Zoom. Although not face to face the chemistry was instant. She pointed out that she too was on a journey and that she had concluded that polyamory was the right path for her. It was very clear that although she was looking for something meaningful she had no intention making her pussy exclusive to me. She also didn't flinch when I spoke about my need to meet couples and that I am bicurious.........FUCK!!!!! I had to pinch myself......had I struck gold?.........

The hunger of the MILF with her cuckold husband

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.

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​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.

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​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).

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​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. 

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​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. 

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​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.......

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​......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.

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​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.

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​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.

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​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.

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​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.

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​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.

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​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.....

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