Narrated by Okusan Bitch

Transcribed by sss

 

You & I are sitting on a leather couch at the Lounge. I am wearing a leopard print bra and panty set.  You are wearing that cute blue and white baby-doll with the matching knickers. A man sits down on the other side of me. He is wearing a black leather vest, held closed with two nipple clamps on a thin silver chain. He has on a loin cloth like I imagine a cave man would wear. This man is a stranger to me, but he has a nice smile. He is not fat or overly muscular, but he is a large man. He seems to occupy a lot of space. His clear blue eyes never leave mine when he introduces himself and I get butterflies in my tummy.

 

He tells me I have nice breasts and asks if  he can touch them. Of course I say yes and when he takes one of them in his hand it looks small! This surprises me. My breasts have never looked small. They almost disappear in his grasp when he squeezes them with both hands and my nipples stiffen against the roughness of his palms. He takes one breast in each hand, puts his face in between and gives them a whisker rub.

 

When Whiskers kisses me he is firm and confident.  Being married to a sissy has many advantages, but ‘manly’ kisses are not one of them. I like how Whiskers kisses me and the way our tongues tango.

 

No sooner have you removed my panties then Whiskers hand is there; stroking my lips, spreading my wetness, tapping at my entrance. I look  and see you kneeling between his legs. You have removed his loin cloth. His semi-erect cock lies against his inner thigh and you are staring at it. We have often talked about this moment of truth. Would you really be able to take another mans cock in your mouth? I do not want the connection with this man to be broken, but I silently implore you to do this for me. You place your hands on his thighs and Whiskers slips one thick finger inside of me. I hold my breath as you lean forward and tentatively lick the tip of  his cock. Whiskers thumb starts to circle my clit. Your hands stay planted firmly on Whiskers thighs as you lick your first penis. Up and down you lick the underside of his cock. You flick his bulbous crown with your tongue and he begins to thicken and thicken and thicken. Whiskers cock appears to be about the same length as yours, but it is the girth that has me spellbound. I have never seen a cock so thick and I wonder how or even if I will be able to accommodate him.

 

A single drop of pre-cum appears and you carefully remove it with the tip of your tongue. Whiskers lifts me onto his lap. He kisses me while you arrange our naughty bits. You slide the head of his cock back and forth across my clit, preparing me for the descent. I think perhaps this is just as well. Left to my own devices, I may have chickened out or, more likely, tried to impale myself upon this massive tool and split myself in half.

 

Once the tip of his cock is inside me you keep one hand on the small of my back and the other hand greases the pole. With your guidance I  bob up and ever so slowly down. Whiskers keeps still and silent. I moan and my pussy groans in protest, but I am determined to engulf this mammoth cock. I am unable to kiss. I can barely feel the hands upon me. All sensation is focused on my cunt as I am stretched wider and wider.

 

I know that I am at the base of his shaft when Whiskers sighs and you whisper, “wow”. I am stretched so wide that I am unable to squeeze his cock with my cunt muscles. I do not want to lift myself to far up for fear that I will not be able to get back down or worse, that I will pop off the top like a cork out of a champagne bottle. All I can do is rock back and forth while Whiskers gently thrusts.

 

I am vaguely aware that there are people watching us. I look and you are beside us on the couch.  A man is standing in front of you. I do not know if you have summoned this man or he is there of his own accord. I do not look up at this man and all I see of him is his erect penis. It is very long and very thin and has a sharp hook towards his flat stomach. This time you do not hesitate. You grab the Thin Man’s ass, pull him towards you and take his cock into your mouth. I am very pleased that you have taken to cock sucking so readily. You try and take in more of him, but with that hook at the end it looks like it would be more likely to pop out your nose than go down your throat.

 

The thin man steps behind me.  You spread my ass cheeks apart and apply cold lube to my tight brown button. Whiskers & I stay still while the Thin Man enters me with one, very long continuous push. Who ever wrote the limerick, ‘long and thin slips right in, but doesn’t please the ladies’ did not know what I know. My mind turns to mush as these two men find a rhythm and proceed to fuck me senseless.

 

The Thin Man whispers filth into my ear while Whiskers squeezes my tits and bites my nipples. I look over to see if you are enjoying the show and you are standing on the couch beside us. You have one knee behind Whiskers head and for the first time since we  joined the Lounge your cock is fully erect.

 

I am more familiar with this cock than any I have ever known. This cock has given me untold pleasures. I truly love this cock above all others. I want to inhale it, devour it, swallow it whole. I take it into my mouth. You grab the back of my head and start to thrust. Your balls slap against my chin as you fuck my throat.

 

The destruction is complete.  I am slut. I am whore. I am nothing but lizard-brain and fuck-holes. The three of you move as one; harder, faster. I feel you thicken and lengthen inside of me. In my minds eye all three cocks are straining towards the very centre of my being. I can see them getting closer and closer to each other and when the tips of all three cocks finally touch, they explode. They fill me up. They tear me down. I try to scream, but I am dumb. The roar of men deafens me. The explosion of colour blinds me. Like the Phoenix I burst into flames and then I am reborn.

 

 

Hugs,

♀

The week after our first (very satisfying) visit with Lord Batsu and his lovely wife, ♀ & I each received the following email…

 

Ok you two, I’m thinking of a few things for your next visit.  I have some ideas, places and persona’s to meet and greet.

I will be making attire suggestions and we can discuss through emails what you have or need to get to get into the role and play the part.

The trick is I want each of you to keep it a secret from the other.  Only I will know what you both will look like before you get here and each of you will only see the other dress up when I ask you to come and play.

I don’t think it will be too much of a stretch for you two to comply with my request.

Are you game?
Lord _Batsu

 

Now that sounds fun and exciting, but we’ve always tried not to keep secrets from each other. We decided since we were both keeping the same kind of secret we could make an exception. I knew this would be much harder for ♀ than it would be for me. She’s a terrible secret keeper. Seriously, this is a woman who if she’s really excited about that perfect gift she’ll invent a special occasion so she can give the gift early.

 

Well the emails started and it became apparent right away that I had pretty much everything Lord Batsu wanted me to wear and Okusan Bitch had pretty much nothing he asked for. This makes sense because we’ve been exploring and developing and dressing the sss persona for a long time. Okusan Bitch is so new we don’t even know what she’s going to be into.  So ♀ had to do a lot of shopping. This caused two problems. First, it was very difficult for ♀ to make purchase decisions without discussing it with me and second, making clothing decisions especially the type of clothing she’d never purchased before without her sissy-husbands input I know was a huge challenge.

 

I must say she has done very well. I’ve only seen one piece of clothing and really, my seeing it was beyond her control. Lord Batsu asked us both to send him dressed up pictures. With her gibbled shoulder there was no way for her to get into this particular garment so I had to help her do it up. The only other information we’ve shared is I was told that I am dressing for OB and she is the one I have to please. Okusan Bitch was told that she will be there to please Him.

 

FYI taking sexy pictures of yourself and by yourself while in costume is really freakin’ difficult.

 

 

OK, now I’m starting to get excited. We leave Saturday for an overnight visit with Lord & Lady Batsu and from there we leave for our very first trip to Las Vegas!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

2 am and I use the bumpy glass dildo to fuck her into a quivering puddle of girl goo. I go to the en suite to wash the lube off my hands and when I come back 30 seconds later she’s in the exact position that I left her; arms and legs spread wide…unconscious…beautiful.

 

It’s been quite the night and I sit on the edge of the bed watching her sleep. I want to remember every sordid detail. I usually brush and braid her hair at night, but tonight it’s the big blond rats’ nest of a woman who has been well and truly fucked. As I soak in the vision before me I can see the hand prints of all the people who have touched her and stroked her and copped a feel of  her. I can see the imprint of all the breasts big and small that have pushed up against her. I can see the smear of penises that have been rubbed on her hips and ass and between her breasts.

 

She only snores when she’s exhausted and she’ll be snoring soon. Her mouth is already hanging open and I think about the three different cocks she took into it tonight; licking them, sucking them, swallowing them as if her life depended on it. I remember the one that exploded all over her breasts and how hot it was watching him rub his cum into her flesh while I fingered her to her first orgasm of the night.

 

Her freshly shaved cunt is still puffy and red and the huge load of cum I gave her when we got home is still dripping down to her asshole, but I’m thinking about the man who licked and fingered her to her second, third, forth and maybe fifth orgasms of the night. She had one leg over my shoulder and her other leg was over his shoulder. I played with her breasts while he gave her oral pleasures and oh my my what pleasures he gave. ♀ doesn’t do anything quietly, but I don’t think I have ever heard her go off  like that before. Besides being loud she went on and on and on. Every time I looked up there were different people watching us. It was truly amazing.

 

Jennifer had lots of sexy games to play, but for some reason ♀ & I were only involved in the human car wash and whipped cream nipples. I can’t imagine how we missed the rest, can you? I think you’d need to experience it yourself to really appreciate the hot, steamy, sweaty, sexy atmosphere of Sultry. It really was beyond anything we’ve ever experienced before.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

We were at  Lounge  recently and the question was asked,  Why do men send women pictures of their penises as a means of introduction?    

♀ thought that the more interesting question was why women don’t send crotch shots to introduce themselves?  She said…with tongue in cheek (I think) that she’s going to start a new trend…

 

Hi I’m Okusan Bitch, how do you like me so far?

 

 

photo and extreme wetness courtesy of Lord Batsu.

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

ps: Speaking of extreme wetness, we’re going to our very first SULTRY Friday night. Will you be joining us?

I’ve always had a fascination for wedding gowns. All that satin and lace and the mystery of what pretty lingerie she’s wearing underneath that only the groom (if  he can restrain himself  long enough) gets to enjoy.

 

 

OK, so it’s not always just the groom who gets to see the brides finery…

 

 

Back when we first started exploring my sissification…in fact it might have been before I identified as a sissy and thought I was just a cross-dresser, I had this idea that we should have another wedding with both of us wearing wedding gowns. ♀ still had the dresses from both her weddings, but we didn’t have any kinky friends (that we knew of) and ♀ just didn’t think it would be as much fun as I did.

 

 

♀ sold the dress she was wearing when she married me a few years ago, but her first dress was considered outdated (I had no idea that could happen) and not yet vintage so it sat in a kitty litter box at the back of our bedroom closet. A couple of weeks ago she stumbled across it while she was looking for something else (OK, it fell off a shelf and hit her in the head) and she decided to donate it to a local amateur theatre group. She said I could try it on before she got rid of it, but I said ‘no’.

 

You see, the lovely and talented Teresa Bowers had written a series of posts to help sissies/cross-dressers/panty-boys truly enjoy the upcoming Halloween festivities. My favorite of the series was the post about going out as a bride and I read that at about the same time as the gown in the kitty litter box appeared. If I ever wore one I’d want to do the whole thing…the lingerie and shoes and pedicure/manicure and make-up (I’d even shave my whiskers). I’d want to be a princess for a day…

 

 

…with ♀ as a sexy Dominatrix…

 

 

Maybe one day.

 

Anyway a couple of months ago ♀ & I went for a walk along the beach and we noticed a bride having a photo shoot. I think what caught our attention originally was that there was no wedding party… just the bride, the photographer and two assistants. When we walked past them the first time they were doing all the usual poses …along the shoreline, up against big rocks, draped across drift wood. However, when we walked back they were doing some very unusual poses. The bride was in the ocean and not just up to her ankles. She was right in there…floating on her back, front-crawl toward the camera, diving in so we could see her shoes and doing hand-stands so we could see her pretty lingerie.

 

She was talking to other curious on lookers when she got out of the water. The wedding had been two weeks before and as she said, ‘what else do you do with an $1800 wedding dress?’

 

I had never heard of doing such a thing, but of course Google had…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I woke up when ♀ got home from having breakfast with her brother. I hadn’t had enough sleep. I felt thick and stupid and cranky. I ate the leftover pizza from the night before then crawled back under the covers still wearing sweatpants and her fuzzy pink housecoat. Two hours later I was awake again, drenched in sweat.

 

♀ was chatting with someone online. She’d lost her pants. I kissed her cheek and she told me to release her sweater puppies. I undid her bra. I went in the other room and turned on the idiot box. The football game I was going to watch was 24-1 at halftime. ♀ went into the bedroom. I switched to Rocky & Bullwinkle.

 

 ”Come here, Princess.”

 

She was spread-eagled before me. Feet on the floor, bent at the waist, upper body on the bed. I took off my clothes and stood between her legs, rubbing my thickening cock between her ass cheeks.

 

“Is this an acceptable way for a slut to present herself?”

“I’m certain a presentation like this will get lots of  attention.”

“It’s to bad there aren’t any real men here to appreciate it. Put your face down there and lick my panties.

When I wrote this post last night it had very detailed descriptions of the two times we fucked yesterday. It was day three of her period so there was much blood and showers and laundry…lots and lots of laundry. We’d been away from home the past two weekends and I’d been a 6-night a week kinda baker for three weeks before that so this was the first full weekend we’d spent at home in a long time. The sex was great, but when I read the post this morning it didn’t sparkle. There seemed to be a lot of ‘tab A went into slot B and several orgasms were achieved’. It was a boring read so I deleted it.

 

After one of our showers yesterday she told me she wanted me to do something different with her hair. Remember I took a hair braiding class a few years ago? Well, she’s decided I need to expand my repertoire. So with the help of several tutorials on Youtube, I learned how to do a ‘fishtail’ braid.

 

Later in the day she brought out a french manicure kit she’d bought awhile ago. I’ve been painting her toe nails for a long time, but she doesn’t usually let me do her fingers…I’ve always had trouble colouring within the lines. This french manicure kit is an entirely different level of  fiddly. We did her fingers together and she only needed to fix 2/10. Then she told me to do her toes myself. That is really freakin hard to do. I got frustrated and asked what the point of little white stripes on the tips of  little tiny toe nails. She said I needed to know lots of ways to make her look beautiful for other men.

 

I’ve been thinking about that. Do you think men…I mean ‘real’ men notice things like fishtail braids and french pedicures?

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

In one of the previous posts about our first cuckolding scene I said that the reason the scene worked so well is because all three of us bought into our roles. That was only a half-truth. The reason ♀ & I were able to get so into the scene was because Lord Batsu had a very good grasp of what our triggers were. Considering he had never been in a scene like that and ♀ didn’t have a Fetlife page yet and my Fetlife page really didn’t have anything on it, he did an amazing job of nailing it.

 

We’ve been talking about how other scenes with other people could possibly measure up. ♀ said she knows that not all encounters will be as successful as this one was, but now that we know how great it can be we have something to aim for.  Also, as we gain experience I think we’ll get a better sense of who will make a good play-mate and have the confidence to orchestrate  scenes ourselves.

 

Our friend C emailed me with some questions. She wanted to know how the scene actually got started and was it awkward at all. Well, before we went out to the workshop/play-space we all got changed into the appropriate attire…♀ was in the new lingerie I bought her, I was wearing pretty knickers and I think Lord Batsu was wearing tight bicycle shorts and a leather vest. He talked to us about getting into character and staying in character during the entire scene.

 

First I was strapped to an office chair, then Lord Batsu gave Okusan Bitch a cup of ice to torment me with while he got everything set up. When he was ready he used a flogger on us for a bit and then He took Okusan Bitch in his arms and they started making out. From where I was sitting it didn’t look awkward at all. She went down on both of us for awhile (that was very hot) then He put her up on the gyno-table and that’s where she spent the rest of the scene.

 

C  also wanted to know how many orgasms Lord Batsu had. Well, Okusan Bitch was the only person to have any orgasms during the actual scene, but she probably had enough for all three of us plus one or two extra for lbj. I can already hear C saying ‘hmmm, how does that work?’

I think there needs to be some mystery, but if you read the previous posts really carefully you’ll be able to figure it out.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I have an American cousin. She was raised a Catholic. Judging from emails like this one I think she may have strayed off the path.

 In her radio show, Dr Laura Schlesinger recently stated:
“As an Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstances.”

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The following response is an open letter to Dr. Laura, penned by a US resident, which was posted on the Internet.  It’s funny, as well as informative:
Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God’s Law.  I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can.  When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination … End of debate.

 

I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God’s Laws and how to follow them.

 

1. Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations.  A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians.  Can you clarify?  Why can’t I own a Canadian?
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2. I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7.  In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?
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3. I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of Menstrual uncleanliness – Lev.15: 19-24.  The problem is how do I tell?  I have tried asking, but most women take offense.
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4. When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord – Lev.1:9.  The problem is my neighbors.  They claim the odor is not pleasing to them.  Should I smite them?
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5. I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath.  Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death.  Am I morally obligated to kill him myself, or should I ask the police to do it?
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6. A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination, Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality.  I don’t agree.  Can you settle this?  Are there ‘degrees’ of abomination?
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7. Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight.  I have to admit that I wear reading glasses.  Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle-room here?
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8. Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27.  How should they die?
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9. I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?
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10. My uncle has a farm.  He violates Lev.19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend).  He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot.  Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? Lev.24:10-16.  Couldn’t we just burn them to death at a private family affair, just like we do with the people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)
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I know you have studied these things extensively and thus enjoy considerable expertise in such matters, so I’m confident you can help.
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Thank you again for reminding us that God’s law is eternal and unchanging.
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Your adoring fan,

James M. Kauffman,
Ed.D. Professor Emeritus, Dept. Of Curriculum, Instruction, and Special Education University of Virginia
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It would be a damn shame if we couldn’t own a Canadian

The three of us sat outside for quite awhile after our play-time; looking up at the stars, basking in the afterglow of the experience and debriefing. Just before we went to bed LB suggested to ♀ that she allow me to have an orgasm, even if she just let me masturbate. They shared a long passionate kiss and then we retired for the night. We got busy and I didn’t last long. That wasn’t a surprise considering my last orgasm was Tuesday and it wad been a very sexually charged few days. What was a surprise was that ♀ had another big O and when we woke up the next morning she had yet another big O.

 

You might have thought that with all the sex she had while we were at Casa del Rudy she’d have had enough for awhile, but you’d have thought wrong. She gave herself an orgasm in the car before we even got to the border line up and 30 minutes after walking in our front door I was well on my way to giving her yet another one.

 

But she was sore after that. She was actually waddling from room to room as we unpacked. I don’t know if it was more sex than when we first met, but it was definitely more vigorous. I drew her a hot bath with Epsom salts to soak her raw red cunt before I left for work. I turned my phone on 8 hours later when I was on my way home and there was a text from ♀:  OMG, I just had another big O!

 We’ve fucked every afternoon since we’ve been home and she’s jilled-off every night after I’ve left for work.

 

But as great as it was watching Lord Batsu fuck her brains out and as much fun as her hyper-sex-drive has been, last weekend will be remembered for something much greater. The reason our scene worked so well is all three of us bought into our individual roles. ♀ really was the hot-wife, I was the cuckold and LB truly was the bull. LB & LBJ talked at length to ♀ about the value of having a persona to step into.

 

Lord Batsu is, for the most part, separate from LB. It’s a persona he’s developed over time and that really struck a chord with ♀.  SSS is my persona, but it has become so intertwined with who I am it’s difficult to tell one from the other. Family and friends see my painted toe-nails, they see me waiting on her hand a foot…even if they don’t know any of the other details, everyone knows I’m her bitch. I think that’s the reason why we never considered it as an option for ♀.

 

She’s sure been considering it since we’ve been home. She’s been absolutely giddy at the possibilities of having a sexy new persona to play with…to explore with. She’s trying not to have any preconceptions about who this new persona will be and what will turn her crank. The possibilities are endless and we are both very excited. It feels like the very beginning of SSS…all shiny and new and a whole new world is hers to discover.

 

The only problem has been putting a name to this persona. It needs to reflect who she is now, but also be flexible enough to fit as this persona evolves. And with no idea who or what it’ll evolve into it was proving difficult to find a name for this unknown entity. SSS was an immediate fit for me and ♀ was looking for that same kind of eureka moment. My vote was for “Whore the Explorer’, but she didn’t think so.

 

We were walking along the beach brain-storming Wednesday afternoon,  just tossing out possibilities. ♀ liked ‘Okusan’…the Japanese word for someones wife. I suggested ‘Bitch’. It can be dominate, as in she can be a bitch to me. It can be submissive, as in someones bitch. And it can be purely sexual, as in a horny little bitch.

 

So ladies and gentlemen we are pleased to introduce to you Okusan Bitch!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I am getting very frustrated trying to write this post. I’ve had writers block before, but it’s usually because I can’t think of something to write about or if it’s fiction, what happens next in the story. I know exactly what I want to write about here…I want to chronicle our very first play-date, our very first cuckolding scene, but none of my attempts measure up to the spectacularness of the event.

 

Saturday was a beautiful sunshiny day. The drive down was easy. We were in the border lineup for less then an hour.  Casa del Rudy was lovey and peaceful. We’d only had a couple of short conversations with Lord Batsu at the Lounge and the only things we knew about his wife were what we’d read on her Fetlife page.  It could have been a little awkward…they didn’t know us and there we were spending the weekend, but we seemed to hit it off right away. We sat on their patio with the birds chirping all around us and talked for hours just like we were old friends. Of course there was talk of the kinky lifestyle, but we also talked about lots of other things as well. In fact if we only knew them in the vanilla world I think they are a couple we’d like to hang out with.

 

Before dinner LB gave us a tour of his workshop/play space. It’s huge and needs work (they’ve only been there a few months), but he’s got big plans and from what we learned about him I’m sure it’ll end up exactly like he has pictured in his head. After dinner we moved inside and LB gave us the house tour. I swear there are sex toys tucked away in closets and drawers of every single room of that house.  He even makes toys including a variety of ingenious fucking machines.  I doubt that ♀ will ever be able to walk through the power tool section of a hardware store again without her panties getting wet.

 

We chatted for awhile longer and LBJ was obviously getting tired. I wondered if there was going to any play happening at all. LB said he was going to tuck his lovely wife into bed and have a shower and if we wanted to play we could do so then. ♀ got changed into her sexy new lingerie and I braided her hair. Then the three of us went out to the shop. Lord Batsu told us this would be the first playing that he’d done out there. We didn’t find out until after that it was also his first cuckolding scene, though you never would have guessed that.

 

This is the part of the post I’ve been struggling with. The scene lasted for about three hours and there aren’t enough adjectives to describe how amazing and intense the experience was. After I was tied-up, teased and tormented for awhile, Lord Batsu fucked ♀ repeatedly while she was up on a gyno-table. She’s not really multi-orgasmic, but she did have several very powerful orgasms including one near the end that I gave her with my tongue while Lord Batsu made out with her and played with her breasts. I spent most of the scene strapped to an office chair, but Lord Batsu made sure I was very much involved. He wheeled the chair around to give me a better view, he taunted me, he talked to ♀ about her sissy husband, he winked at me while he was fucking her, he made her his bitch…

 

You see…none of that really does it justice. Lord Batsu took pictures (61 in total) during the scene and immediately afterwards and if we lived in more enlightened times, I’d post those so you could get a sense of what it was like. I’ve been looking at those pictures quite a bit since we’ve been home. LB is a good photographer and the very sexual pics are sexy as hell, but the pictures that I really love are the ones taken at the very end. You can see how connected ♀ & I are. I can’t really explain how another man fucking my wife has made us closer then ever, but this past week I’ve been so filled with love for her it feels like I’m going to burst.

 

Thank you LB & LBJ for an amazing time. We’re looking forward to our next visit (Oct 2).

♀ & sss

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