Threesome vacations

Hi Mat, thanks for the post. I can recommend such vacations, even if they start with just long weekends. It can be a neat thing for the hotwife and her bull to take over the cottage or apartment first, to share the first night there and then have the husband come down later. Its a psychological thing then, he enters their territory, where the bull is already supreme. I did this once picking the husband up at the station and driving him back (he wasn’t allowed a car of his own, as our weekend was to be ‘Edwardian’. I read the rules on the way there and said our game for the weekend was to treat his wife in a upstairs/downstairs fashion, as a mistress of the house. They had never done that before, but it was a buzz for them both. His lip trembled as he addressed her as ‘M’am’ and after just one giggle she only addressed him by his surname. He became our butler for the weekend opening the durex packets, serving the drinks, airing our four poster bed. He slept next door in what had been a nursery. Playing games is part of the lifestyle and it was erotic for him. He said how sexy it was that his wife was a snob. Cleaning her shoes was one of his chores, whilst his wife and I went out to dinner. In the days that followed on at home afterwards they discussed the features of the weekend game that they liked. His wife loved it all. He liked being made to listen to a creaking brass bed. That was his first time with that, and in a tiny bed, he felt diminished, listening to the creak, creak creak. Enough of the salacious account…my point is that a vacation allows people to be something different. At home his wife and i had dated on occasion and he stayed at home wondering, but on away territory this very sensuous woman flourished. It was another stage. I wonder what others think?

Hi Matt,

Changed contexts dictate new rules-it was the theme of ‘The Lord of the Flies'(we become instinctual). I find that away from home a lady relaxes with her instincts, she becomes ‘a bitch’. It can be a wrestle for the husband to submit so completely then, and in these situations the bull must be consistent, firm and directive. He is going to enjoy the lovely wife and the husband is going to facilitate that. The whole holiday has been arranged to that purpose and the lucky woman has savoured the idea of it as preparatory days have passed. Perhaps she has been taken out before hand by the husband and been bought sexy attire that both know the bull likes her to wear. There is a ritual to this. As she pulls on that thong, slides up those stockings, she knows what this means and where this is leading. The thought of watching the bull control her husband, so that he can ravish her, is deeply erotic.

The creaking bed is important. It makes a point about working with the senses. Witnessing sex, everything may or may not be part of the vacation. Anticipation and discipline are key. This is a big tease for the husband and something that I find women love. Perhaps he listens to the sex as in my example. Perhaps he is made to inhale the scent of her used pussy-something hyped to a crazy level if she drops her skirts over his head. No touch now! Taste is an important sense-delicate touch with his tongue is directed. The very heat of the salty white residue can trigger huge sensations in his head. I tell the lady, ‘train him with me now and he will be devoted to you and your pleasure for the rest of his life!’ She is learning to be a siren, a witch, a temptress, a harlot-a thousand things that can make her head swim and which will enslave him.

Vacations of this kind are very erotic and because they are ‘other’- in another place, they are safer places to try out role. The cuck can manage his shame, doing as the bull says. His work mates are not there, and there is no family near. The cuck is another man, pliable and submissive, instinctively beta. The hot wife can be hedonistic and selfish, fucking as and when she pleases and all with the regular male nicely suppressed. Inevitably the couple review it afterwards, and for many, I know this becomes a cherished aspect of the lifestyle. ‘This week away Howard I will make you obey Jezz, you must do all he says, he wants to own me completely and I can’t go on pretending that this is something to be resisted.’

A perfect vacation is one in unison-with an intelligent bull who wishes to dominate the husband and enjoy the wife. It is one with a cuckold who wishes to submit to both-his mistress and her boyfriend. It is one where a hot wife gets to explore abandonment and the selective humiliation of the also ran male. So yes Matt, it is necessary for the cuck to walk behind us, in public and metaphorically elsewhere too!

I agree alwazsfun-the right vacation facilitates the instinctual and many times that means that the hotwife asks for more sex with her bull. She relaxes with such desires and sets aside the assumption that she should always wait for his approach. When she begs for more hard sex, in front of her husband, the dynamics shift towards the ‘owned couple’ that much more smoothly. Going regularly to his bed signals her submission to his manhood, her craving for what he does. Its then important for the husband to note that, to respect the dynamic and to work with the angst as he listens to and glimpses what the bull provides.

But the experience is direct for the cuck husband too. I like to have the cuck submit very visibly to me and before the hot wife, so that she sees here that the dynamic is different. I might have the cuck kneel before me, unload my cock before his mistress and I make love. It will take a very long time indeed before I have a cuck suck my cock, but when the situation is right, when he is showing due deference, and when the hotwife seems eager for that demonstration of control, I will use that approach. Its daunting for a cuck to handle the bull’s weapon-he fears that this signals something gay or bisexual. It is of course nothing of the sort-it is a ritual submission, one that signals to her, that he the cuck is not trying to compete in the vacation rut. Once she sees that, his complete submission to alpha male authority, the sensual vacation often becomes very hot. A wife will often abandon herself completely. ‘He submits to my bull so I will too-completely!’ She tries out disparaging her husband, being more vocal and expansive when she fucks with the bull. The alpha couple rule of three (where he serves them both) starts to take hold and there is scope for him to explore the delicious submission of that. The social conventions of suburbia are set aside and at last the hotwife is choosing, enjoying and giving of herself freely-being with her preferred man and learning to direct her husband in support of that pleasure. This isn’t something easily arrived at in short and occasional sessions, the overnight stays back in the city. The very otherness of the vacation, where usual conventions are replaced with new and sustainable cuckold ones, is the greatest thing about such holiday sex.

Once a successful vacation of this type has been enjoyed, its often the case that the next time the bull goes over to their place, the cuckold husband is already in the submissive and very malleable state of mind the bull requires. The hotwife knows that much quicker that the sex can progress and become complete without preamble niceties. The holiday helps build norms for ‘our sort of sex’. It is as if the overnight stays echo what has been established, agreed, found truly raunchy whilst away. Cucks then sometimes eagerly arrange more vacations, precisely because that helps sort out refinements. Jezz

Paul, thanks for sharing your thoughts and experiences. I think that what you describe helps differentiate the true cuckold male, the instinctive cuck from the voyeur male who sees cuckolding as a means to witness more sex. I agree with Luvr that the cuck should have a clear and involved role, that he shouldn’t be left out in the cold, but it is sexy for many wives to enjoy time with a bull alone and equally sexy for the patient husband to wait and wonder. Some years back I knew a couple who wanted me to be involved in their life together, but needed too to find ways to ease that process. They needed some sort of ‘legitimate’ means for the wife and I to spend quality time together. Their solution was a golfing holiday. We all met up at a residential course based in a big house next to the 18 hole course and the wife and I had some perfunctory lessons in the morning, before either visiting the coast for beach sex or else fucking in their bedroom during the afternoon. Her husband spent the day on the golf course wondering about the fucking that his wife was taking. How he concentrated on shots I will never know, but I later learned that he did confide to one old boy that his wife was being ‘serviced’ by someone else. They were very decorous about it all. He wasn’t allowed to ask (so vulgar) but he did observe the change in her. She was ‘sparkly’. As I’ve posted elsewhere I rather like my women to be quite bitchy, so over dinner, which the three of us shared, she told her husband to sleep in my single room for the rest of the hotel stay. It wasn’t a request, it was a straightforward requirement and he whispered ‘of course darling’. The holiday was a success. Her old man’s golf didn’t improve, I never took up the pastime, but his wife was much more relaxed about going out with me after that. We were ‘theatre buffs’ he said, but you could tell that they way she dressed to go out with me it was never about some dry old play. She was getting cock and he was sheeplshly turned on by the whole thing. Discuss it little may have been their thing, but the holiday aided the transition. His wife had got a lover and there was a cache about that for him.

As I reflect on this I would say that vacation fucking is especially good for older couples who want to get into the lifestyle (this couple were in their early fifties). They often need to separate this out from their own patch. Their identity there is long established and a little less flexible. There needs to be excuses for a wife to be out with me. Holidays can kick off a change, help them to relax into a situation where the wife is adored by her husband but regularly fucked by another guy.
Jesse

Thanks Paul. This lady was oh so different to Emily that i am posting about elsewhere-oh so correct, oh so reserved and privileged. But her husband was utterly devoted and he was ever so polite about me taking her. It was a case of a genteel lady being taken in an ungenteel-no an animal- way. Deep down she needed to respond like a slut, they played with that and because I was happy to socialise with the lady too, we all met needs. Her husband was always very flexible, very generous, his lady always got what she wanted and his job was to ensure that. The fucking added to her mystery, to his devotion. Selfishness on my part, the slowness of things developing, that this was so genteel, drew me away eventually. I should have been more patient- I know that now.

I’m thinking on about holidays with them both! I think it rather depends on James progress. If he is pretty soon malleable in company, attesting to the fact that Em and I are an item, then that suggests one sort of holiday, sociable and fun with a lot of alfresco sex. I think of the Caribbean and all inclusive breaks, where Emily can flaunt herself and a few holiday friends get to admire the arrangement. But I suspect that James will backslide a few times, and Emily will need to discipline him some more before he is ready to come out and tell folks that I am the man in his house. That suggests the need for a more private sort of holiday, where James can be disciplined as needed. We must wait and see. it could be a late booking!

Thanks Jack, this refers back to my post last autumn and of course to the holiday away before then. But thanks for the interest. As you may have read since then, I have been lucky enough to be engaged in something more developmental. But that takes nothing away from the Edwardian break. I wanted the wife to relax a good deal more about dominating her husband and for the less assertive woman that can be difficult. It doesn’t seem ‘nice’ for her to push him around and of course to assist when her bull fucks her. Whilst I am fully signed up to cuck involvement in the bedroom, it can take a while for a wife to get there. She must feel that she is in control, and has that control of him in front of her bull. It has to be orchestrated. I can boss a husband about easily enough, but in this instance I wanted the hotwife to do that.

So I decided that one way to work on that was to role play-to take them back to a different era of deference. In past times, at least here in the UK, class was such a big thing. You had institutionalized inequality. The lower classes could aspire to only so much and the upper classes led by dint of breeding. I knew that this lady watched Upstairs Downstairs (the drama on TV). I guessed since then that she must be an avid fan of Downton Abbey and the like. Anyway, I said that for the weekend she was landed gentry as was I and her husband was the below stairs riff raff. She loved the idea. Whilst we didn’t dress the period we affected all the right attitudes, I drove my girl down early as you know and rehearsed with her why her husband was undeserving. We deserved to fuck because of our class and he didn’t. He did the chores and we had the fun. I suppose during that drive i conditioned her a bit and so after exploring the house, sharing a bottle of wine and fucking on the four poster we were ready for her servant to arrive. I’d left our bags in the car and of course when hubby arrived there were his too. He had to carry them all up to the bedrooms and unpack them for us. I instructed him that he was NEVER to look his mistress in the eye, he was always to look down as he spoke to her. He would answer when she addressed him, but he wasn’t to initiate suggestions. It was a busy time when he got there-because he had to unpack, fix us drinks and then prepare dinner. My girl was very relaxed because he was so busy. We started to pet on the sofa whilst he rushed around like a skivvy. I was in my element I recall. I had him come over, addressing him as ‘Brown’ or whatever his surname was [sorry, mustn’t divulge that!] and said, ‘Be a good fellow and pull Madam’s panties to one side so that I can play with her.’ He did it! My girl was about to laugh, but I fixed her with a look and she lay back on the sofa and watched as her husband cum butler revealed her bare sex to me. It was a hot little moment and whilst Brown held the gusset of her knickers, I sunk my fingers inside to the hilt and my girl started to grind down on my hand.These are ritual moments.They are powerful moments and they set an atmosphere. I made sure she climaxed on my fingers whilst Brown was made to stand and watch silently. I remember my girl grabbing my arm and squeezing it bloody hard., She started to tease her own clitty with her fingers. It was incredibly liberating for her. She climaxed really hard, bucking hard up against my hand and I just made her writhe. She was gasping like crazy-but that was OK because Brown didn’t count. He was just a bit of furniture. Afterwards, when I took my fingers out her sex was slimy and so were her fingers. I gestured to her hand, looked up at Brown and she sensed what I wanted her to do. For a second she hesitated and then she did it. She put her creamy fingers up in front of Brown. Did he have a knapkin immediately to hand? Did he shit. ‘Well you will have to lick them clean won’t you’ she said in perfectly plummy accent. He did too. he loved it, sucking her fingers, tasting her cum, all that creaminess that I had caused. After they were clean, she wiped the wetness off on his white shirt and told him to get that changed, to ‘smarten up’ before he served dinner. Honest, you can sink into role very quickly. You really relax with the parts.

Sheer bitchiness was the order of the weekend and is I think the secret of the role played vacation. We never really stepped out of role. We went out to dinner and Brown cleaned boots and shoes. When we got back they were inspected and never found good enough. By the end of the weekend, one pair of my girl’s boots looked patent- Brown had done such a good job on them. Did we ever allow him to join us for sex? No. He was made to listen. He was made to taste madam afterwards, but that weekend Brown was too menial to romp with the aristocracy. But it helped them along as a couple I can tell you. My girl developed a certain snootiness that they both loved ever afterwards. She allowed herself to humiliate. ‘Oh my husband doesn’t mind if you take me out to dinner. I decides these things’. Crushing for a husband who hears these things spoken to a more eligible male. She would drop her clothes on the floor-they nevef made it to the wash basket and he picked them up and did the washing. It opened oh so many unequal doors.

I sometimes wonder why that relationship didn’t develop to the extent that my current one has. I guess that it was that they were farther back down the road and needed lots of time to explore dominance and submission alone. I serviced the wife and blew her away in many regards. She loved it. But they had so much playtime to get through together. Its my view that the weekend away helped. My girl found a way of giving herself permission to rule.She was someone else from an earlier era. He found a way of acting menial- as a butler shall we say.
Jezz