A few updates: I booked a couple of things on Thursday.

First was Winter Wonderland (£7.50 each for Grace and I) on Saturday afternoon in London, and the ice rink and a couple of rides. Turned out we’d both been before, but we wanted to go again.

I also booked a room at the Amano in Covent Garden and a return train (praying to God they were running, which they were).

I’d thought about just going for a drink but I also wanted to fuck without the cuck there. I asked him if it was okay and he said yes if I looked after Grace and we sent pictures (not dirty ones, just of Grace having a good time). The whole thing was organised on our WhatsApp group in his full view.

I also persuaded the cuck to sign up for Swinging Heaven so he could have a look around and read these stories, maybe get some ideas, but also ingratiate himself with the whole community a bit more. He’s pretty new to the cucking thing so I was hoping it would help him process things; that unfortunately didn’t work out at all, which was disappointing.

Anyhow, Saturday I dropped my car at theirs and booked an Uber to Coventry train station, although to be fair it would have been quicker for us to walk (it’s less than a mile) then we got the 12:40 train to Euston.

In my head I'd imagined some ‘mile high club’ style dirty fuck in the train toilet but it it wasn't to be. It was packed and anyway the toilet looked grim. We ended up with an AirPod each going through Grace’s Spotify. I rested my head on her shoulder and fell asleep.

Straight off the train and onto the tube, down the Bakerloo line to Picadilly, swapped lines, few stops into Covent Garden, walk a few minutes, into reception, check in (no funny business with names this time), up in the lift virtually hopping from foot to foot with excitement, into the room and into Grace's arms.

I worshipped her. I pulled her jeans off and my head was immediately between her legs, tearing at her leggings. I slowly stripped her naked and then myself, before giving her a back massage on the big bed, and afterwards slipping my cock back home into her and having a sensual slow fuck on the bed. After we came, we spooned and I kissed her neck for a little while and talked.

We got showered and dressed and caught the tube back up to Hyde Park, then had a few hours there. We went ice skating (Grace is far better than I am and I had to hold onto her), had overpriced hot dogs and candy floss and then finally rode on the ferris wheel together. I put my arm around Grace and she relaxed.

I don’t claim to be an expert on women but I could tell something was distracting her. I thought it might be the fact that she was away from the cuck who was at home with his chastity cage on, but this wasn’t the moment to talk about it.

About 6:00pm we caught the tube back to Covent Garden. I’d been looking for somewhere to watch the football - watching it in the hotel room together fucking doggy was my first preference but I deliberately tried to be classier than that. After a bit of wandering around we eventually managed to get half a seat at an Irish bar round the corner from the hotel, which I let Grace have.

We had a couple of pints of Guinness to start with, which served to remind me why I don’t drink it, then she went to the bar and got Amstels instead. The football was obviously disappointing but we had a few more beers and enjoyed each other’s company in the warm bar, looking a bit like a normal couple.

Once that finished the place emptied out pretty quickly. We talked a bit about what to do next and agreed we would go back to the hotel and try the rooftop bar (one of the main selling points) and do some Google Mapsing and maybe calling around to find somewhere for dinner.

We did, and the view was pretty spectacular. Obviously this was Covent Garden so there were quite a lot of places to choose from, but for whatever reason getting a table even for two anywhere was impossible. We drank and rang round a few places but anywhere we could book was either very late or miles out (we've since worked out it was maybe because of the train strikes next weekend meaning people brought things forward?).

In the end we were too drunk to care so I ordered a Dominos to the hotel which we scoffed in the room. It was not a particularly cultured experience as we sat in bed eating greasy pizza.

The moment felt right and I asked Grace what was on her mind. She was initially reluctant to say but I eventually coaxed out of her that she felt bad about leaving the cuck on his own, but also that she was doubting whether what we were doing was right, whether our initial cuckolding mission had drifted.

"Into what?" I asked.

"Whatever this is now," she looked worried.

I dropped my pizza and cuddled her. I'd been wondering myself but I had been trying to avoid talking about it, not wanting to ruin a good thing.

We talked around various things and it felt good to open up, tongues loosened with the alcohol. I filled her in on the chat I'd had with the cuck in the pub.

It was the first time we'd talked about our 'relationship' (in the sense of our wider relations rather than just sexy things we wanted to do). I said I was prepared to walk down the road with them wherever they wanted to go and that I thought she was a sexy empowered woman fulfilling her needs within her relationship with the cuck.

We talked about the cuck himself. He'd been open about his self esteem issues and we talked about whether this, this weekend away, was making them worse. Grace worried she was fulfilling her own desires at his expense, and also that our relationship was becoming more than just a physical 'bull/cuckoldress' one and more like…

"Friends who fuck?" I suggested. She smiled at that but she still looked sad.

I said I didn't have answers (I still don't) but that I didn't want to lose her, or him. I realised as I was talking how incredibly tired I was, so we undressed and snuggled in bed, talking as we spooned and I kissed the back of her neck. She could feel my hard on, which I couldn't help, but I said she could ignore it, the mood was all wrong. It eventually went and I squeezed her tight and I guess we fell asleep.

We woke up the following day and had breakfast in the hotel (I realised our first together) and eventually got the train home.

I dropped her back and we met the cuck at the door, and she gave him a long hug. I felt that childish and irrational pang of jealousy again but eventually she turned round and hugged me too. She gave me a long kiss and I got into my car and drove home.

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Sorry, not much sex action in this update and I hesitated about whether to write it. It was a fun weekend and I felt good after talking things through with Grace away from the cuck. I don't think we necessarily have answers or whether we're overcomplicating it. I won't see her this weekend but I have kept talking to both of them.

I'm also aware the cuck read through these stories and wrote his own perspective on the first one, but then got some bad feedback and a bunch of people coming on too strong around Grace, so decided the site wasn't for him, which is a shame.

Anyway I have nobody outside of the three of us I can ask for advice on these sorts of things so any is appreciated.