Kathy and JasonUk - part 15

Nov2007

Just a little update a few months on. Had a few emails from people asking if Jonnie's still getting into Kathy’s married knickers. To be honest I wasn't sure if their fling would continue but thankfully it has. Harv's friend has been drilling my Mrs pretty regularly since I posted the story. Him being married has created a few problems with availability but it's still good. I've yet to watch but Jonnie's such an aggressive fucker that just sitting downstairs and listening to them go at it is just as good.
Looking forward to a good Xmas.
J

12-15-2007, 04:25 PM

At the weekend I was engaged in some web-chat with a Nottingham based Bull called Marc. Chat-rooms like the one at DC are a great way to share stories with like-minded people and even to arrange meets if you are so inclined. Happily my own wife Kathy has been on black cock for just over 4 years now and seeing her current Bull Harvey some 18 months. Marc was seeing 2 couples and boasted during our conversation that he had recently fucked one of the women in her Wedding Dress. He said that it had been one of the husbands greatest fantasies, not to mention a real pleasure for him too. His question to me was ‘has Kathy ever been done her in her Bridal-wear?’

Those who've read my fantasy stories know this subject is a big turn on for me. It’s a topic that many Hubs and Bulls find very appealing too, not just for the symbolic nature and I was no exception. Harv was 52 in August, our longest term Bull to date and when Kathy said she wanted to do something special for him I heartily agreed. Her Wedding dress had, until then, remained safely stored in our loft, free from dust and damp. Needless to say it brought back all sorts of memories as my wife carefully unpacked it in our bedroom. I remembered all the fittings she had gone through and how much effort and expense had gone into our ‘big day’. Like most women, Kathy had to have every detail taken care of. The dress itself was a traditional style with white embroidered material over the chest and back, a fitted corset beneath and a billowing waist which draped to the floor. The value of the garment and it’s delicate nature were the main reasons none of my wife’s pervious boyfriends had taken the pleasure of fucking her in it.

One Saturday afternoon I invited Harv over, saying we had a present for him which ‘couldn’t wait’. He’d been out on the town with a few of his mates the night before but said he’d be over after lunch. By the time he parked up at the front of our house and came strolling down the path I was finding it hard to control my excitement. Kathy had been a busy girl that morning including an appointment in town to have her hair and nails done. She was upstairs when her black bull casually strolled down the path wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He had a sleepy, slightly hung-over expression, accepting the offer of a beer as he went through into the lounge. Unknown to him, my wife was already descending the stairs one at a time.

Imagine Harv’s surprise when Kathy opened the door and swept in wearing that lovely dress. All ideas of a hangover disappeared and his eyes nearly popped out I can tell you. Kathy held a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, smiling at him and enjoying his response. She looked a proper picture. A perfect married slut for black cock. The beer was down before I knew it and he was quickly circling her a horny grin on his face. I can’t describe how it felt for me, seeing him eye her up in that way. When he spoke it was too the point. ‘Fucking hell….lets get you upstairs!’

They made they way back up to the bedroom and I arrived to find Harv dragging his pants off. His big black erection caught on his boxers he was so impatient. Kathy laughed, enjoying the response she’d provoked in her boyfriend. I watched them kiss gently, my wife’s hand gently stroking his 8.5 inches back and forth. Then innocently she smiled as he lifted the dress from the back then the front seemingly pleased to find she wasn’t wearing any knickers.
‘Mmm this is fucking great’ he grinned motioning her eagerly onto the bed in a manner that suggested he was ready to give her a proper seeing too.

My wife was on her back with her dress hitched up in no time, Harvey lying between her legs and fucking her with steady strokes. I stood at the base of our bed, admiring the pretty white high-heels hooked over the back of his ankles. As you can imagine it looked amazing and although seeing them together was nothing new, the Wedding outfit gave everything such a purpose and meaning. The sight of Harv’s cock stretching out that married pussy could hardly have been more justified. What more perfect way would there be to state his dominance in the bedroom. Kathy too, had seemed so happy and excited to be pleasing her boyfriend, groaned noisily beneath him and eventually drawing her legs up and folding them over his waist. As I stood, pulse racing I figured it a shame he wasn’t there on our real wedding night. I’m sure Kathy could have used his fat black cock to finish her special day. A point to which Marc agreed, offering his services if we ever needed another guy.
J