We are an Asian cuckold couple. I finally fucked my first ever BWC and hubby had his first ever creampie cleanup 🥰 (Round 1)
Blaire here!!! 🔥
Thanks for your patience after our big hotel date night with our bull Troy. Milo held down the fort while I was recovering, and the answer is YES, I'm still sore for those of you who are wondering. I think it's safe to say I have NEVER had a night like that before. 😍💦
Milo and I figured since there was so much that happened (sex ranged from 9 in the evening to 4 in the morning, leading to 5 or 6 creampies fed to my darling cuck husband), it would make more sent to break the night up into multiple episode posts .🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧
First off, just to answer some burning questions I know were out there: yes, Troy indeed does have the biggest cock I’ve ever had; yes, that was the longest continuous sexual foray I’ve ever engaged in over the course of those many hours; yes, I still love my cuck husband and in fact probably love him even more after all of this; and finally, yes, Troy and my next date is already planned. Mark your calendars because on September 30, I’m going to get mine again. Can’t wait to see you soon [@mainside52](@mainside52) ! We’ll cover these details in a separate post. 🐂🍆📅
Anyways, my last post consisted of my thoughts from Friday morning. Friday was the day I was planning on cuckolding my husband all the way. Both Milo and I had been giddy with excitement ever since our little backseat rendezvous we last had with Troy. This particular Friday could not come quick enough. But all three of us have lives, and as Troy aptly put it during our first ever meet with him, “this isn’t our life.” Rather, it’s just a very enjoyable part of it that we choose to share with select people (in real life), and in our case, with the world at large via here. 😈❤️
In our head, we expected absolutely everything to be perfect. Milo went above and beyond to find the right place and arrange the right date. I went out and got a full blown manicure, new heels, and a new dress just to fuck my bull in for the first time. So guess what happened? Obviously, things did NOT go as planned. But in retrospect, that’s exactly the kind of outcome we needed. 💅👠👗
Do you remember that dress I bought for Troy? The one I shared here? It was a reddish purplish kinda thing? Well I fucking left it at home. Ugh. I folded it out on the floor of our walk-in so it wouldn’t wrinkle, but when we were eager to get down to the town we’d be staying in that night, I folded up our suitcase and walked right out. That really bummed me out, but gave me a great reason to text Troy letting him know I’m upset I forgot the dress I got especially for him and that I hope he’ll fuck me senseless so I forget all about it. Jokes aside, it was the reminder both Milo and I needed. Nothing will ever go perfectly in life or in cuckolding, so we just have to roll with the punches. Thankfully, I brought another dress I like to think I look great in, so everything worked out. Not that it really mattered, since I was naked for most of our time together. From another perspective, this was also a wonderful opportunity for my husband to see the way he would handle things when something unplanned happens during a perfectly planned out cuckolding scenario. He reassured me and offered solutions, which led to us discussing alternatives like two mature adults. Looking back, that worked out well because neither of us spiraled. Our eye was on the prize and it stayed there because we were doing all of this together. 🔥👗
We got down to the hotel early where hubby set up the room as he described in an earlier post. It was such a sweet gesture, but admittedly also quite funny since it dawned on me that my husband is going out of his way to make sure this hotel bedroom was comfortable and perfect just so another man could fuck me in there tonight. We locked down a time with Troy to meet him at the hotel bar at 7 in the evening sharp and go from there. Starting from the drive down shortly after midday up until the moment we saw Troy, the anxiousness was growing and growing. Look, we weren’t going to back out, but the reality swiftly dawned on us that this is actually, really happening. Hubby was nervous. I was less so, but the general feeling was still there. So you can imagine the relief we felt when in the moment Troy walked into the bar and greeted both of us, whatever those feelings were disappeared instantly. 😍🐂
\+/\*That was extremely insightful for us, because knew in that instant, upon debriefing later on, that whatever we were feeling wasn’t because we didn’t want to do this. It was just a natural byproduct of embarking into the unknown. We’ve said this countless times and we’ll say it again – we found the PERFECT bull for us. One drink led to two as we caught up. I suspected Milo visited the restroom more times than he needed to on purpose, just to give me a chance to be one on one with Troy even for a few minutes. I was nowhere as close to nervous as I was at our previous date. In fact, I wasn’t hesitant at all. I might even go so far as to chalk it up to shaking with excitement. 😏💦
Those few moments alone were helpful to set some tone. Hubby purposely sat at the other side of a 3 seat circular table so that Troy and I would be next to each other. This even continued on at the second hotel bar across the street. Milo always trailed a bit behind us as we strolled over so that Troy was next to me and we could chat but not feel like we were excluding my husband. As we made our way to the rooftop bar, we replicated our seating arrangement like we did at our previous date, Troy and I on one side and my husband on the other. Once the booze started flowing and we were three drinks deep each, I couldn’t help but get a little handsy. It was a darker venue, so I didn’t hesitate on feeling up Troy at the second bar. He was hard as a rock, and I was starting to have trouble containing myself. Every time Milo would step away for a bit Troy would grab me for a kiss and we’d passionately make out for mere moments. I was starting to get turned on more than I ever have been. Once it was an hour and a half after we met with Troy, something in the mood switched, among all three of us really. I don’t think any of us wanted to wait or hold back anymore. 🔥🍆💋
I reminded myself that my husband and I embarked on this cuckolding adventure because I was enticed by the prospect of receiving more physical pleasure from the certain type of man that I prefer and that my husband enjoys the thought of that too. Thus, the onus was on me to take what I wanted for myself, and that directly meant the tall, muscular, handsome white stud sitting next to me along with his big cock. I remember looking at him in the eyes and asking him if he wanted to head back to the room. Unsurprisingly the answer was an enthusiastic yes, a feeling I even got from my husband. There’s something hypnotizing about Troy’s eyes. As I mentioned before, I’ve only ever dated Asian men in my past, so this was the first time I’ve ever stared into a pair of ocean blue eyes like that before. I don’t know why it is, but just staring into his eyes like that had me completely drenched in an instant. There was something so hot and magical about staring into a pair of eyes, the type of which I’ve never seen up close and in such an intimate manner before. The thought flashed across my mind of the way I would feel when those stunning blue eyes of his were staring right into mine while he’s buried himself all the way deeply inside me. 💙👀💦
In my husband’s previous post, he explained in detail everything he did to make sure Troy and I had the most comfortable set up. As much as it feeds into his half of the cuckolding kink of being degraded and humiliated, I was touched that he wanted to make this experience as smooth sailing for us as possible. Hubby did the research, found the right suite, even perused the photos that previous hotel guests posted on online reviews to make sure that the one bedroom shape and setup was conducive to our plans! I digress, but stepping into that hotel room again after meeting with Troy, knowing we were about to do the deed that all of this was set up for was comforting. I was eagerly kissing Troy right as we entered the hotel suite, grabbing him by the hand and leading him to the bedroom, although a part of my heart remained outside with my cuck husband who stayed back in the living room part of the suite, arranging his cuck cam and all the other videographic hardware so that I could stay focused in the moment with Troy. 🎥🔥
It all started off with Troy and I pulling each other’s clothes off. I went straight for his pants and boxers, fiddling around with his belt buckle and pulling them down to the ground. When they were on the ground he stopped me, pulled me up, and grabbed the top of my strapless dress and pulled it down in one fell swoop exposing my breasts as I got down on my knees to start sucking on the already swelling tip of his BWC. Troy took off his own shirt, making sure that my attention stayed completely focused on operating my mouth around his cock. It’s funny because when hubby and I first started looking for bulls I was convinced I didn’t want anyone who talked too much during sex or was too domineering. I was wrong. I totally do want that, but it just had to be the right person I felt safe with and who knew when to implement such dirty language and when not to. I continued sucking on his pink, bulging tip, letting my mouth adjust to his size again. I had forgotten the sheer size of it but now that he was fully naked sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me, with all the lights in the room on, it really started to show. Without a doubt. Troy was the absolute biggest cock I have ever had in front of me. Its shape was nothing short of perfect. The head of his cock was proportionate and seemed like the perfect accent on top of his throbbing thick shaft which I couldn’t even wrap my hands around. I started suckling on his tip slowly taking more and more of...
