I met her recently, she's 55, rich, sensual, seeking to explore.
We discussed many edgy things over the course of several weeks, I became aware that she had an explorative desire, indeed a need.
I told her how I'd be most aroused at driving her somewhere to be fucked by a stranger, to observe, and then to take her home for well used, sex, reeking of her encounter.
She was initially surprised, but continued to discuss it, asking me what my motivations were, how I got off..
She took some time to decide, but the appeal of a strange young man servicing her in the back seat became too much to resist...
He was 28, attractive, Italian, monosyllabic in an attractive way, a little nervous.
I drove her to the station to pick him up, she in the back seat, dressed in black, no knickers, black stockings and boots.
Before we left my place, I'd licked her intensely, and ordered her to her knees in front of me to suck...
He entered the car, I drove quietly to a dim place nearby. During the journey they chatted quietly, her hand found his. This commenced the arousal within me, and he leaned over and kissed her.
I parked, they were absorbed with each other, and I could see she was taking the initiative, her head moving on his.
I left the vehicle for a little while, then returned to watch through the window...she was sucking him now, and helping him remove clothing...
I re-entered the front seat, they were entwined, the smell of sex was apparent.
She helped him put the condom on, and leaned back as he moved between her legs, the black boots meeting behind his back.
I left again, walked away, the vehicle started the rythmic lurching as his buttocks heaved between her thighs...
It went on for some time, and when I entered again she was attempting to help him come to orgasm, without success...
He never did, although they persisted for some time. I became impatient, and told them we had to leave.
We were adjacent to another station, and I dropped him nearby. I could not wait to get her back to my bed, my arousal intense and apparent...
When we got back, we talked, smiled, I ordered her up the stairs to my bed, to lie there with her legs apart, watch me as I looked at her wet cunt, stroking my erection...
The sex was the best for me for years, it just went on and on, my visions of her in the car, legs high, the young man thrusting, inspired the most intense orgasms in recent memory...
I sent both of them the photographs I took, and have heard nothing back...
Perhaps they regret it, perhaps they will just deny to themselves that it happened...
I do not.
There's a couple currently in contact with me who seek to have me play the bull role. I find this very appealing, and my experiences on both sides of the situation make for an understanding of the thought process of the cuckoldee that improve the cuckolders handling of an encounter.
The state of mind of the cuckoldee is very much a part of the process, I believe, and must be appreciated and respected, in whatever way the cuckoldee indicates is wanted.
The cuckolder has his part to play in this sexual theatre, and it sure is a varied role.
The slutwife is similarly needed to understand the thought process, I think, and if all involved accept this, without being completely selfish, the whole thing can be wonderfully fulfilling...
It's all about the mind process, isn't it?
Melbourne Bull. (and occasional cuckoldee)
The preparation begins...
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Pilgrim
