Part 3
I look out over the car park of the Newcastle Hilton while Jane leaves an imprint of her scarlet lipstick on the glass of chilled Pinot Grigiot. Her stockinged legs catch my eye as she sits, perched on the 'cuck-chair' as we call it; that chair in the corner of every hotel room where the hubby sits and watches while his wife takes a pounding from the bull she's chosen for the night... or the 'office chair' if you're more vanilla.
We don't get the 'bull' vibe from James though. It's totally his thing but he doesn't message or come across that way. It's more implicit than that. The fact he's endowed with such a heavy and girthy cock implies he is the bull, implies he will own his own space, and my wife tonight.
Headlights flood the car park below us, bright white with an almost blue tinge, a car and a four-by-four both pull up next to each other and a single figure, a woman steps out of the car and stretches before lighting a cigarette and pulling out a phone.
Jane's phone pings with a Whatsapp notification.
"It's them. They're here..." Jane says, momentarily seeing her reflection in her phone screen and straightening her hair.
"You'll do..." I say, reassuring her. "You look amazing! The whole team must be here..."
Jane joins me at the window, watching while they all step out of their cars into the fresh spring night. James steps out of the four-by-four and goes around the three girls having a quick word before they make their way to the reception.
The lady with the cigarette keeps James'attention for a moment while she scrolls through a phone and he listens while she talks. That might be Sarah, his lead PA.
James is in charge, James calls the shots but his team do the leg-work.
There's an unspoken thing between us that neither of us acknowledge and it's how we expect James to be. Sure we've seen the pictures. We have even spoken to him on the phone but neither of us have ever met anyone like him.
You pigeon hole people without even knowing it. We all do it. It's human. It's how we work. James doesn't fit any model for other guys on Fab or anywhere.
For a guy with a big cock, you might expect him to be full of it but he isn't. He isn't lairy or common or posh or slutty or quiet. He isn't even about the Dom-Bull thing you get all the time, it hasn't even come up. He is just this guy who has this gift in the form of a fucking massive cock who goes around giving it to whoever wants it.
The 'extra' with James is, he has a small team.
You want his cock? You can have it. Where, how and when are all handled by his team. And they are very professional. Our messages with his team, mostly with Sarah, his lead PA weren't just about the time and place though, she made us feel like we were the only couple James wanted to meet.
He had gone into detail about our profile pictures, different underwear or shots in photos or videos about what he liked and found sexy. THAT in itself was enough to convince us, aside from his perfect and girthy cock.
To elaborate, his team of three ladies had all brought these things up. Sarah his lead PA along with Simone and Hannah had all been in touch with us at some point to make sure we were all on the same page and wanted the same things from the meet with their boss, James.
The three ladies in the rest of his team were there for his mental and physical needs. A man has to eat, sleep and exercise as well doesn't he?
A knock on the bedroom door and there we were.
Ready.
It was about to happen.
Five weeks of preparation and chat, messages and photos of what we wanted and what James wanted had come to this one, not so shabby hotel room in the north east of England.
Hannah came in first, followed by Sarah who was still chatting with James as they stepped through the doorway.
With his first sight of Jane, James motioned for Sarah to stop talking for a moment while he took her all in. Sarah closed the door behind the three of them and straightened her glasses.
"Let me make the introductions..." Sarah says in her full-on east end of London accent, "James, this is Jane and Tony who you know as BBW Hotwife and Him from Fab..."
James doesn't say a word he just keeps his eyes on Jane's tits in her tightly tied black, lace corset. The creamy flesh of her ample tits are almost flowing over the top of her corset but there is still enough nipple inside the lace to protect her modesty... for now at least.
James' hands find Jane's hips as he takes in her face and hair, a broad smile across his lips as his hand raises to cup my wife's face.
"Stunning! Absolutely flawless! So much beauty." he says, turning to me and placing a hand on my shoulder, "You are a very, VERY lucky man, my friend!"
In the moment it takes to say that to me, James has transformed the situation from him walking into a room as some rich prick with an entourage to a guy with an eye for the ladies who knows what he wants and out of the things he could have in his world, he chooses the pursuit of beauty and raw feminine energy to be around. You don't meet guys like this every day. |
And so very very horny right now 
