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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

CHAPTER ONE

Personally I find it strange.

Why would a man want to see his wife being dominated and fucked by another guy? I guess he must feel unworthy in some way, recognising that there are superior men around. Or maybe he’s seen so much porn that the only way he can get off is watching women being fucked. I suppose, for him the ultimate porn scene would involve his own wife being used and pummelled by a guy or group right in front of his eyes. Curious.

Thankfully I don’t suffer any of those desires or delusions. I’m the bull. I fuck other guys’ wives. And I make the husbands suffer.

It started when I was in my 20’s. I’d been working at a local gym and just qualified as a personal trainer. It’s a pretty ruthless business. There were 4 of us, all youngish blokes trying to carve out a career with little experience. I’d been training all my life, ever since joining the local rugby club as a kid, so I was pretty ripped. But that didn’t mean I automatically got any paying clients.

The others seemed pretty good at hanging out with the regular members, offering occasional advice or spotting for them on the bench. They were picking up plenty of paid sessions. All I seemed to get were occasional overweight women who wanted to trim down. All cardio and light resistance – nothing terribly challenging.

I’d just finished a session with Janet, one of my larger clients, when I was approached by a guy from across the gym. I guess he was early 50s maybe. I’d seen him around, but didn’t know the name.

‘Is see you’re doing a good job with the ladies,’ he said.

‘Between you and me, she has a long way to go,’ I muttered, dropping my voice a little just in case anyone was within earshot.

He laughed. ‘I was wondering if you’d be interested in helping my wife. She’s keen to lose a few pounds and get fit but won’t go anywhere near a gym.’

‘Sure,’ I chirped. ‘I could do a session at your house. Do you have a space big enough for a mat?’

He introduced himself as Roger. We arranged a date and time and I rolled up a few days later outside a nice semi-detached place just out of town. Very suburban.

Roger answered the door and ushered me inside. ‘She’s a little shy so take it slow,’ he whispered, conspiratorially, as we made our way through to lounge. ‘This is Emma.’

To be honest, I was slightly confused at first. Emma was at least ten years younger than Roger. And she didn’t look overweight to me! Not at all what I’d been expecting. About 5’7, probably a size 8 by the look of her. Maybe 60 kilos. She shook my hand meekly.

‘Is this OK?’ she said, indicating her jogging pants and vest top.

‘Perfect,’ I replied looking her up and down. ‘Er, I mean the clothes of course.’ They both giggled.

‘I’m going to leave you two to get on with it,’ said Roger and he headed out to the garden.

I did the usual new client assessment and rolled out a mat so that Emma could do some stretching and light cardio. I’d brought a few light dumbbells and showed her a few basic compound moves, offering a simple routine to get her started. She listened attentively and followed my instructions and it all seemed to go well.

At the end of the agreed hour, Roger wandered back in.

‘Thank you Simon,’ said Emma cheerily. ‘I’m going to hop in the shower.’ And off she trotted up the stairs.

‘Fancy a drink?’ said Roger conversationally. ‘Tea? Coffee? A beer if you like?’

‘Er, sure, just a coffee,’ I replied. I supposed I should engage in a bit of conversation to keep the client happy.

Roger led me into the kitchen and put the kettle on. ‘What do you think of Emma?’ He asked.

‘Fantastic! She did very well. I don’t think she’ll have any problems if she follows the routine I’ve set her.’

‘She’s quite a looker, don’t you think?’ Roger grinned. An odd question I thought but from a proud husband I suppose.

‘Er, sure,’ I mumbled, not sure exactly how I should respond. ‘You’re a lucky guy.’ It seemed a bit lame coming from someone half his age, but it was all I could think of. In the back of my mind I it did occur to me that Emma was, indeed, a bloody hot looking woman, but she was probably ten years older than me so didn’t really register on my radar, if you know what I mean.

Roger leaned in a bit, dropping his voice. ‘What do think about the idea of fucking her?’

I stood there dumbstruck for a second. Did I hear that correctly? He did just whisper ‘fuck her’, right?

All I managed was ‘Er…’ Roger laughed. I wondered if this was some kid of trick question. Maybe checking if I was trustworthy alone with his wife.

‘I’ll level with you Simon, Emma’s a bit of a handful for an old fella like me. I mean she’s great and I love her, but I know she needs a bit of, you know, young meat, from time to time. Do you know what I’m saying.’

I’d been listening and taking it all in, but in my head I was still processing ‘fuck her’. A man just asked me what I thought about banging his missus! As I caught up with the conversation, I realised he was deadly serious.

‘You want me to…?’ I was still struggling to verbalise the situation.

Roger nodded. ‘She’ll be up there on the bed waiting... if you’re up for it? Obviously I’ll make it worth your while. Would fifty be enough? Just, you know, give her a good seeing to.’

The awkwardness of the situation was starting to wear off and my frown turned into a grin. I paused momentarily, weighing up the pros and cons. Now I was being offered hard cash to have sex with a beautiful woman, with her husband’s permission. I couldn’t think of any cons.

‘OK,’ I said hesitantly. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to wait for further instructions or just head up the stairs. Roger grinned.

‘Thank you,’ he said warmly. ‘I’ll stay down here until you’re finished. Have fun.’

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By *addydommMan  over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

I plan to add a chapter each morning as this story unfolds. Like my previous effort (The Man with Magic Hands) I have no idea what is going to happen. But I can assure you a lot of married women are going to get fucked hard! If you're enjoying it please give me a thumbs up or comment. Cheers.

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By *anya BlackTV/TS  over a year ago

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Love this xx

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By *imale38Man  over a year ago

Barnsley

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By *nique_GymMan  over a year ago

Cardiff

Likey

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

Love your story's,keep going

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

CHAPTER TWO

I won’t lie to you, I was nervous as hell as I headed up the staircase. The bedroom door was wide open and I could see Emma’s outline on the bed, but still paused on the landing.

‘Come on in,’ she cooed. ‘I won’t bite.’

My johnson twitched at the sight. She lay on her side across the bed in just a pale, lacy chemise, head resting on her arm. Wow! I shuffled into the room, still nervous.

‘Close the door,’ she said simply.

‘I’ve, er, never done anything like this before,’ I croaked but she simply slid off the bed and sashayed over to where I was standing. She wrapped her arms around my neck and reached up to kiss me lightly.

‘Don’t worry,’ she purred in my ear. ‘I’ll keep you safe.’

She started pulling at my t-shirt and I raised my arms so she could pull it over my head. She grinned wickedly at my pecks and nicely defined six pack. It briefly occurred to me that months of eating little more than chicken breasts and vegetables to get that six pack was about to pay off in spades.

Emma slid down on to her knees and stroked the bulge in my jogging bottoms, which twitched in delight. She giggled. Pulling at the hems, she slid them down and my engorged cock sprung into view.

I’m not one for comparing or anything but I’d had enough comments from girls to know I was doing OK in that department.

‘Oh my!’ she cooed, slowly wrapping her hands around the shaft as I shucked off the joggers.

I think it’s fair to say that over the next few minutes Emma taught me how much more, shall we say, skilful, mature women can be. She ran her tongue up and down my pole to lubricate it nicely, then popped the head between her lips and started sucking. Unlike most of the 20-something girls I’d been with at that point, who tend to just peck at it meekly, Emma slid my cock deep into her mouth, gripping the base of my shaft firmly with one hand, and cupping my balls with the other. I gazed down at her lovely boobs jiggling in the lacy nightie as her head bobbed up and down on my pole. Fuck me! I thought to myself. I’m getting paid for this!

I was thoroughly enjoying the moment when I remembered Roger’s request. He had specified ‘a good seeing to’ so I didn’t think that unloading a sackful of cum into his wife’s mouth would be in the full spirit of the agreement.

I lifted her to her feet and picked her up. She cooed and wrapped her arms around my neck. ‘No one’s ever done this before,’ she giggled. I carried her to the bed and lay her down, climbing between her legs and resting my cock against her tummy and crotch. She kissed me hard on the lips, pulling me into her.

‘I’m already wet,’ she whispered. ‘Just fuck me.’ Which, naturally, I did.

My cock slid easily into her pussy and I felt her vagina contract as she gasped.

‘Gosh, you are a big boy,’ she murmured as I thrust into her. She spread her legs further, lifted them and wrapped them around my waist. It was a clear invitation for a pounding, so I ploughed her married cunt with the full force of my legs and glutes. She gasped as I fucked her, holding tight to my shoulders and moaning in my ear.

‘Don’t stop,’ she cried and her cunt contracted, gripping my length and sucking me into her. ‘Oh yes, yes!’

The intensity of her orgasm, plus, of course, the sheer novelty of the whole situation set me off and I pumped her pussy full of jizz. It occurred to me that we hadn’t used (or even discussed) any form of protection. I swore and pulled out, spraying a final spurt of cum over her tummy and chemise.

‘Sorry,’ I blurted but she just laughed. I collapsed on to the bed next to her. What a shag! I thought with glee.

*

‘We do it about once a month,’ she murmured as we cuddled for a few minutes.

‘And Roger doesn’t, you know, mind?’ I asked.

‘Of course not. It was his idea. I think he was secretly fantasising about it for years,’ she replied. ‘He only plucked up the courage to suggest it about a year ago.’

‘Wow. I mean that’s very, er, generous of him. And good for you I suppose.’

Emma leaned in and ran her fingernails along my torso, causing my johnson to twitch. ‘Well, that depends on who he brings home,’ she grinned.

It was fascinating and sensual and naughty all at the same time. Here was a very happily married couple enjoying what seemed to be a very successful ‘arrangement’. Roger arranged lovers for his wife to satisfy her needs. He had an occasional shag or blow job which (apparently) was all he needed in return. As a twenty-something red-blooded male I found it hard to believe that any man wouldn’t want to bang this ravenous creature every bloody day. Perhaps even twice a day!

I’d heard of cuckolding of course, but it was my first experience of this very enjoyable and mutually beneficial lifestyle.

I’d become a bull.

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By *eterinpantiesukMan  over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

CHAPTER THREE

Trust.

It’s a simple idea, but something that binds friendships and relationships. Feeling safe and secure is of course an important part of being human. But also trust helps us fulfil our inherent need to share our secrets. Or offload our guilt.

In the cuckold relationship, trust is essential. The cuck trusts the bull to keep his wife safe and satisfied and not run off with her or try to turn her against him. And absolute trust exists between cuck and queen. Their love for each other is stronger than any bond between the queen and her bull. The cuck knows that whatever she gets up to outside of their marriage, she will always return to him.

I started meeting with Emma and Roger on a regular basis. I guess he felt she was safe in my hands and she was certainly enjoying my talents, because I would get a regular text, or a nod at the gym. We gave up the pretence of PT sessions and I simply dropped in for a coffee and a, well… you know the rest.

Even though I was quite a bit younger, we all got on very well. Not an ounce of jealousy or any indication of friction. Roger always waited downstairs while I basically ravished his wife for an hour or two. Then we’d all have a glass or wine or a beer and chat about life. My confidence grew, and although I adored Emma’s body, I didn’t feel in any danger of falling in love or anything stupid like that. They were so obviously a couple, that I always felt like an outsider, which suited me fine.

‘Special request,’ said Roger one evening. ‘We’ve been invited to an anniversary bash but I’m away on business. Wondered if you’d like to look after Emma that evening?’

‘It’s a friend of a friend,’ said Emma. ‘I don’t really know anyone who’s going. Would be nice to have someone with me.’

The party was out of town, so Roger booked us in to the hotel. It wasn’t until we checked in that I realised how this was going to look. ‘Toyboy’ jumped into my head as Emma swiped her card and signed for the keys. She’s a beautiful woman, but visibly a fair bit older than me.

‘We have a couple of hours. I’m going to soak in the bath,’ she said once we’d settled in to the room. ‘Maybe you could soap my back for me?’ She winked, pulling her dress over her head and wandering into the bathroom. I checked my emails and social for a while, until she called me into the bathroom.

‘What about that soaping down?’ She cooed sexily. I grabbed the soup and lathered up my hands, running my hands over her back and shoulders. She lay back and closed her eyes while I gently massage her tits and tummy. I slid down to her crotch but the soap just washed off.

She sat up suddenly and pulled out the plug.

‘This bath’s too small for two, let’s take a shower.’

As we stood under the hot spray, Emma worked her hands over my chest and torso, reaching around and squeezing my glutes.

‘You have the most delicious arse,’ she murmured. The water was still cascading over our heads as we kissed.

I soaped her boobs again, then cupped her crotch and stroked her labia lightly. The slippery fingers slid into her vulva and I found her clit. She moaned as I fingered her. I spun her around and she braced herself against the wall, the shower washing down across her back.

‘Fuck me like an animal,’ she muttered. Holding her hips tightly, I entered her from behind and she moaned loudly.

I suddenly realised why bath mats in hotels are so damned useful. I clawed her waist and nibbled on her neck and ears, our lips meting as she turned her head. Standing there under the hot spray it was the sexiest fuck I’d ever experienced.

She was fingering her clit as I pummelled her pussy, pushing her bum back at me as I pounded her. I reached for her tits and pinched her nipples and she groaned. Then she came with a cry and I felt her pussy spasm. I gave her one last thrust and emptied my load into her throbbing hole.

**

It wasn’t exactly the party of the century. Mostly middle aged couples standing around talking, balancing glasses of wine and dainty plates filled with pretentious morsels of food. I probably wasn’t the youngest there but I still felt a little self-conscious.

The ‘friend of a friend’ turned out to be an old school acquaintance of Lisa’s, Claire, and her husband Hugh. They were celebrating twenty years of marriage. Seemed like a fucking miracle that anyone could stay together that long, but what did I know, eh? HaHa

‘We’re not that close,’ said Lisa as we strolled around the room. ‘But you don’t need to worry, I already told her privately that I was bringing a friend, not my husband.’

A tall, slender and very elegant woman marched across to us and hugged Emma warmly. Emma introduced me simply as ‘Simon’ which avoided any immediate labels like ‘lover’ or ‘boyfriend’. But given the looks I was getting, it was clear that Claire knew exactly what I was.

Emma and Claire were huddled to one side, but I could hear snippets of the conversation.

‘Are you living the lifestyle, then?’ Murmured Claire. ‘Is he your…?’ I guess there must have been a nod or a wink.

‘You should join us at the Loft,’ continued Claire. ‘It’s a great club. Very friendly. Totally open.’ As their voices dropped to whispers I missed the rest, so gazed around the room. I realised I was getting quite a few furtive looks from some of the ladies. Hopefully raging jealousy, I thought. Although it could be horror and disgust!

‘Any chance of a top up,’ Emma said suddenly, holding her glass towards me and smiling sweetly. She motioned towards Claire. ‘Girly talk,’ she finished. It was clearly my cue to piss off for a bit so I took her glass and headed for the bar. ‘Lovely arse.’ I heard Claire say under her breath as I walked away.

I hovered at the bar, trying not to draw attention. There were mostly men queuing for drinks.

‘I bet she’s very grateful,’ said a guy standing next me. At first I wasn’t sure if it was me he was talking too, but I followed his gaze back to Emma.

‘Er, not sure what you mean?’ I muttered.

He laughed. ‘It’s alright my friend. I’m not judging. She’s a fine looking woman. Married?’

I was slightly taken aback by his candour but he seemed friendly enough so I relaxed.

‘No, we’re just friends.’

‘I didn’t mean you, I meant her,’ he said. I blushed. ‘Thought so.’

‘We, um... I mean, her husband and I…’ This was more difficult to explain than I thought it would be.

‘Totally understand,’ said the guy calmly cutting me off which was a blessed relief. ‘My wife and I have a ‘friend’ too. I’m Hugh by the way.’ We shook as the barman finally got to us.

The rest of the evening was rather dull. We circulated and Emma chatted with a few couples. I nodded and smiled and kept the small talk going whenever appropriate. There was a bit of music and dancing, but Emma insisted we leave early and dragged me back to the room.

Whatever she’d been discussing with her new friends and acquaintances must have had an effect because she danced slowly around the room, stripping sexily. She pushed me on to the bed, pulled off my clothes, then climbed on top and rode me like an 18 year old. I squeezed her boobs with one hand and slipped my thumb into her crotch and rubbed her clit with the other. Then I just lay back and enjoyed the view, her big beautiful tits bouncing as she bobbed up and down on my shaft.

After 5 minutes of trotting along she switched to a gallop, breathing heavily as she thrust onto my rock hard cock. She was flushed and perspiring, sweat dripping onto my chest, head back and eyes closed as she moaned.

‘Fuck, yes!’ she screamed as she came violently. The feeling of her vagina contracting around my bell-end set me off and I squirted jizz deep into her cunt. I shuddered with each contraction until she finally calmed.

‘Fuck me, that was amazing,’ I grunted as she collapsed on top of me.

As we lay entwined she apologised.

‘That was probably a very boring party for you,’ she whispered. ‘I should have come on my own.’

‘No problem for me,’ I muttered. ‘The before and after moments were outstanding!’ We giggled. ‘I did meet another cuckold. He spotted us straight away.’

Emma gazed at me blushing. ‘I’m afraid most people cottoned on fairly quickly,’ she admitted. ‘You are rather young and handsome. And I’m, well, just normal.’ I gave her a hug and we kissed gently. She paused for a few moments.

‘Several ladies asked if you were available,’ she continued. I stared at her and she grinned.

‘Does that make me, like, Richard Gere in that movie?’ I grinned. ‘A fucking gigolo?’

‘Personal Trainer, sweetie,’ she cooed. ‘If you’re looking for more clients, that is?’

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

Authors note: oops. I don't know how 'Lisa' crept into that last chapter. It is if course Emma! I must have been channelling an old flame for a moment!

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By *wakers14Man  over a year ago

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By *onle81Man  over a year ago

Sherborne

Very good writing OP, enjoying a lot

Looking forward to the next chapter

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

Getting hotter and hotter.

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By *lli_sissyTV/TS  over a year ago

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Great story

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By *lowersandcarsCouple  over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

CHAPTER FOUR

It’s probably a good idea to fast forward a few years. With hindsight I was still quite naïve and had a lot to learn about the swinging lifestyle. Roger and Emma guided me in those early years. I asked if it was Ok for me to meet other women. Roger laughed and said I didn’t need their permission! But we talked about protection and safety and consent and a lot of stuff I hadn’t considered.

They took me along to a swingers club, The Loft, which was an eye-opener for sure! Mostly hairy arsed men desperate for pussy. But also lots of couples in similar relationships. I met (and enjoyed) a few ‘hotwives’. At first it was intimidating, with people watching, but I soon learned to tune them all out and focus on the woman I was with. We had a lot of giggles too. So much more relaxed and fun than the kind of clubs I’d been used to frequenting as a young man.

I began getting tested every three months. It felt a bit daunting the first few times, and one of the nurses started recognising me and saying ‘hi’.

‘It’s me! Back again!’ I’d laugh guiltily, flushing with embarrassment.

She simply smiled. ‘In your line of work, it’s the right thing to do,’ she whispered. I stared at her and blushed. ‘You don’t need to worry,’ she said matter-of-factly. ‘Do you think you’re the only one? We don’t judge here.’

The training business also grew slowly. I’m not sure if word was spreading or my new-found confidence shone through, but more clients sought me out, and I helped them lose weight, tone up and get fit. Lots of flirting from the ladies. Occasional come-ons, which led to dates, which led to… do I need to spell it out?

But what I enjoyed the most were the cuckold couples.

Liz was already a fit, confident woman when she signed up for my three month ‘body transformation’ programme and knew exactly what she wanted. ‘Make me a goddess,’ she joked.

She worked hard on the machines and soon moved up to free weights. She’d been coming to the gym for a few weeks before she broached another subject.

‘Did I mention you were recommended to me by Emma Leyton,’ she mentioned in passing. I stared at her enquiringly and she winked. ‘I was wondering if you’d like to meet my husband?’

We arranged to meet at a bar. I found them tucked into a corner booth and he stood to greet me.

‘Paul,’ he said meekly, hand outstretched. ‘Good to meet you, sir.’

It was an uncomfortable greeting, given that he was at least 20 years older than me, but my attention was caught by Liz, who I hardly recognised. She was fully made up and had tied her hair up into a bun. She looked stunning in a blue off-the-shoulder dress and (I presumed) one of those very clever bras that transforms a 32B into a 38D. Her cleavage was calling out to me, but I tried to focus on her eyes as I slid into the booth.

‘Wow!’ was all I could say. Liz laughed.

‘I do brush up nicely, don’t you think,’ she grinned. ‘Bit of change from lycra!’

We ordered drinks and chatted for a bit. I noticed that it was Liz doing most of the talking. Paul sat quietly, nodding affirmatively when necessary and sorting out our drinks. I was still a little unsure of the dynamic.

‘So…’ I started, trying to frame the question correctly. ‘What’s are you, er… looking for?’

Looked me straight in the eye. ‘A real man…’ She said plainly. ‘…who knows how to handle a goddess.’ I don’t know if it was the words or the look in her eye’s but my johnson twitched and swelled.

We had one of those awkward pauses. I glanced at Paul but he was looking down, hands in his lap. Liz continued to grin lasciviously, then winked.

‘Think you’re up to it?’ She purred.

Their house was just a few hundred yards away, so we strolled arm in arm. Paul followed a few paces behind.

‘In case you haven’t worked it out yet, cucky here keeps his mouth shut and does what he’s told,’ said Liz matter-of-factly. ‘If there’s anything you want, just tell him. And I don’t mean ask. Be firm. He’s better behaved that way.’

It was new to me, but Liz’s candour filled me with confidence. I glanced back at Paul and caught his eye. He smiled meekly and nodded slightly, which I took as approval that his wife was all mine for the evening. Awesome, I thought to myself, grinning. This is going to be wicked.

We went straight up to the bedroom and Liz slipped out of her heels. Paul brought us drinks, then knelt in the corner. She pulled me into her and brushed her hand through my hair as we kissed. I wrapped my arounds around her waist and slid hand over her lovely round arse, stroking her bum. She shivered a little and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Then she brushed my crotch lightly and my cock stood to attention.

‘Mmmm,’ she cooed. ‘Promising!’

She stepped away and perched on the end of the bed. ‘Help me undress,’ she said firmly. I was about to step forward when I realised she meant Paul, who shuffled over and started peeling off her tights. I undressed and threw my clothes over a chair while Paul continued to carefully and lovingly undress his wife in front of me. He folded her clothes and she stroked his hair a couple of times. It struck me a very loving relationship, but a little like owner and pet, rather than wife and husband.

‘Kisses,’ she purred, and Paul knelt at her feet and started kissing her toes. She leaned back on the bed, naked, and smiled at me.

‘Like what you see?’ She said.

‘Absolutely!’ I chirped.

I was still a little unsure of what my role was in this scenario, so I watched as Paul worked his way up Liz’s beautifully toned legs, planting kisses along the inside of her thighs. As he reached her crotch he turned and looked at me inquisitively. Either he was inviting me to lick out his wife, or was seeking permission. I guessed it was time for me to play my part.

‘Lick her,’ I said firmly. ‘Get her nice a wet for me.’

Paul buried his head between her legs and she shuddered. ‘Good boy,’ she murmured as he lapped away at her vulva. Extraordinary, I mused. I noticed I was now rock hard, so I stroked my shaft gently, enjoying the show.

Liz was breathing heavily, and I was getting rather more excited than I should have been at this stage in the proceedings. I considered several options whilst I watched him tonguing her. I wanted that snatch! If this is how they play, it’s time to get serious, I thought.

‘Cuck, get on the bed and stroke her tits,’ I barked and he clambered up and knelt behind her, leaving her wet, glistening cunt on full view. I moved towards her and pulled her legs up and around my waist.

‘I’m going to fuck your wife now,’ I continued, keeping it mean.

‘Thank you, Sir,’ muttered Paul and he started stroking Liz’s breasts. She leaned back and rested against his thighs, beaming with lust. No further instructions needed, I forced my cock into her hole and buried it balls-deep.

‘Oh my God, that’s good,’ she squealed as I began thrusting into her. I ploughed her lovely juicy furrow for a while and it occurred to me how convenient it is to have someone else worry about her boobs. Handy, I thought, and then chuckled at my own joke.

Liz was gazing up into Paul’s eyes and I saw the affection between them.

‘This is how a real man fucks,’ she whispered and he beamed with joy.

I was getting a little too close, so decided on a change.

‘Do you want to watch my cock ploughing your wife’s tight cunt?’ I asked him. He nodded enthusiastically.

I slipped out and pulled Liz to her feet, kissing her hard on her mouth.

‘Lie down,’ I ordered him and he lay back with his head over the edge of the bed.

Spinning Liz around I gently guided her forwards and she knelt over Paul’s head. It was a little precarious, but I moved in and steadied her, looking down at his face. My cock was glistening with her juice and he reached up and licked it. I was momentarily surprised, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He was still beaming and I smiled down at him, finally recognising the bond between cuck and bull. He was clearly enjoying this as much as I was. He’s just the cuck now, I thought and I slid into Liz’s gaping hole. The two of them moaned with pleasure.

I gripped her hips and thrust into her snatch. I could no longer see the cuck, but noticed he was still stroking her tits, pinching her nipples as she bucked and moaned.

‘Harder,’ she cried. ‘Don’t stop!’ I wasn’t sure if this instruction was for me or the cuck, so I just assumed both and pounded her forcefully. She screamed and I felt her vagina spasm as she came, which set me off and I unloaded a thick squirt of man-cream into her loins. We bucked and rocked several times as I spurted into her. Fucking awesome. What a beautiful sight!

We calmed for a few moments. The cuck was lapping at my balls and Liz’s clit.

‘Ready for your supper,’ Liz whispered sexily. He moaned from underneath us. I pulled out my flaccid dick with a squelch, and she planted it on his face, sticky streams of cum oozing into his mouth as he greedily licked her swollen pussy.

I sat back in the chair and watched as he munched away at her snatch, swallowing every drop of cream that dribbled out of her hole. She was still moaning and it seemed that this was a regular part of the pleasure they enjoyed together. I’d never tasted cum myself, except for the faint hint during a post-blowjob kiss, and the idea of eating jizz didn’t appeal at all. But the cuck was clearly loving it, judging by the extreme bulge in his trousers. I wondered when, or even whether, he’d be allowed to get off.

After a few minutes, she pushed him off the bed and invited me to snuggle. The cuck left the room, returning with warm flannels and a towel. He cleaned his mistress and wiped my penis then went off to get us drinks.

Liz smiled at me. ‘What do you think?’ she whispered.

I paused, trying to frame my response. ‘I think you love your husband very much, and he clearly adores you.’

She gazed at me for a moment. ‘For such a young man, you have a wise head,’ she purred.

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By *wakers14Man  over a year ago

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very hot.

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By *taffs_hotwifeCouple  over a year ago

Lichfield

Good stuff.

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By *lowersandcarsCouple  over a year ago

Aylesbury

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By *ipplebarnyMan  over a year ago

milton keynes

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By *ohsirMan  over a year ago

Donegal Leitrim Sligo

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

Amazing and insightful story from the bull perspective. Thank you xx

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By *lack_alembicMan  over a year ago

Chesterfield

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paisley

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

AUTHOR UPDATE: just a brief update. I haven't had much time recently but I am now away on a short break so hope to write some more of this story.

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By *ove2pleaseseukMan  over a year ago

Hastings

When do we get the next bit ?

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By *ove2pleaseseukMan  over a year ago

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When do we get the next bit ?

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

Great story very well written and insightful. Please do continue.

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