Diary of a Bull - Part 3

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It's time for Stuart to spend the night alone as Molly and her bull enjoy each other. It's going to be difficult and her bull aims to amp up the angst and the arousal by sending the cuck pictures and texts to keep him update on his wife's enjoyment of her first night alone with her bull.

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It's not always easy being a cuckold. In fact, it's nearly impossible to be cuckolded and not experience a wealth of negative emotions. They're usually overwhelmed by the pleasure that comes from being cucked, but the angst is almost always there in some form.

A good bull is sensitive to the fact that a cuckold experiences angst, but it's not a bull's job to try and ameliorate those unpleasant emotions. Instead, a good bull will take his time in developing the relationship with a cuckold and hotwife to minimize the angst so it visits the husband in a slow drip instead of a tidal wave.

One of the most angst-generating events in a cuckold and hotwife marriage is when the cuck is left behind as the hotwife enjoys her bull alone. It's damn near impossible for the husband to do anything other than obsess about what his wife is doing with the other man in her life. I've heard tales of cucks pacing around the house, exercising furiously, cleaning furiously, driving around to pass the time, and much more. Nothing is potent enough to fully wipe away the angst, though, as it overpowers all other sensations and leaves the cuck awash in worry.

The powerful nature of those sensations is why I waited a month before arranging for Molly to see me without her cuck husband Stuart.

It was the fifth time we'd gotten together. I instructed Stuart to shower with his wife, to shave her pussy bare, to dry her after the shower, to moisturize her legs, and to dress her in lingerie and something sexy as part of his duties for the evening. I instructed her to allow Stuart to lick her pussy before dressing her, both to give him a chance to experience that intimacy and to ensure that she was soaked and eager by the time she walked through my door.

My last instruction was that Stuart would drive Molly to my house and walk her to my door. He knew he wasn't going to be allowed to stay, but I wanted him to feel the humiliation of quite literally giving his wife to another man for the night.

They showed up at 8 p.m. sharp, just as I'd instructed. I answered the door to find Molly in a tight, low cut red dress with black stockings and heels. She was dressed for sex and I felt my loins stir as I admired her.

"You dressed her well, cuck," I said. "You already have a good sense of my taste. I'm impressed."

Stuart smiled. "Thank you. I...I really like the way you look at her when she's dressed to impress you, and I know she likes it too."

I extended my hand and Molly stepped into my house while her cuck husband remained outside. I kissed Stuart's wife and grabbed her ass, kneading it while she moaned into my mouth and pressed her hips against my body. My cock was hard in no time and Molly moaned when she felt it.

I spun her around so she was looking at her husband. I kissed her neck and fondled her tits through the dress.

"Tell him what you want," I whispered.

"I want to spend the night with my bull's big cock inside me," Molly said to her husband. "I want him to fuck me as many times as he desires. I want him to use my pussy for his pleasure. I want him to make me cum so many times that I get fucking dizzy, that I end up so worn out that I pass out with his cock still inside me. I want to be fucked in a way my cuck husband has never been able to fuck me."

I lifted her dress and pushed my hand into her panties. My fingers entered her and Molly moaned as she turned her head to kiss my neck. I stared straight ahead at her cuck, who was now erect and sporting a bulge in his jeans because of it.

"Come in here and get on your knees, cuck," I said. "I'm going to let you taste her pussy before I send you home."

Stuart rushed inside and dropped to his knees. I pulled Molly's panties aside and her husband went to work, his tongue lapping greedily at her pussy as I kissed her. I played with her tits aggressively and pushed my tongue into her mouth, signaling that she should suck on it. She did, too, all while Stuart looked up at us from his knees with his tongue buried deep inside the pussy that I'd spend the night fucking.

"That's enough, cuck," I said. "Leave your wife with me and go home."

Stuart stood but he hesitated for a moment. He looked anxious. Maybe even a little scared.

"Don't worry, cuck. I'll take good care of her. She'll be completely satisfied by the time you come to pick her up tomorrow morning. She'll be grateful to have a husband who's willing to surrender her to a superior man for a night. I promise."

Molly blew her husband a kiss and then spun around. She fell to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants. My cock was in her mouth a moment later. I hadn't asked for a blowjob but I loved her initiative.

"Go, cuck. You don't get to watch. Not tonight. Tonight is about denial for you. It's about pacing around the house as you imagine your wife having the best sex of her life. It's about wanting to masturbate but refraining because you haven't been given permission. It's about learning to accept your place in this arrangement and how your place necessitates that sometimes your pleasure comes last."

Stuart walked out of the house.

"Bye, cuck. I'll be sure to send you a few pictures. I promise."

He shut the door and I immediately put a hand on the back of Molly's head and applied enough pressure that she swallowed as much of my cock as she could handle.

"Fuck, you're already getting better at sucking dick, Molly," I noted. "It won't be long before you can deepthroat me."

I let go of her head and she pulled back and gasped for air. She smiled, though, like it pleased her to suffer just a little bit because she knew it would turn me on.

"Have other wives you've been with learned to deepthroat you?" she asked.

I nodded. "Not all of them. Some women literally can't do it. Some aren't willing to learn to deal with the unpleasantness of it. I think you're different than those women, though. I think you already feel a deep sense of gratitude towards the man that satisfies you in ways your husband truly can't."

She took my balls in her mouth as a means of affirming the truth of my assertion.

"Fuck, Molly, that feels good."

She stroked my stiff cock and I contemplated feeding my first load of the night into her mouth. It would be a form of denial as it would mean she'd have to wait a little while before getting fucked. That can be fun, but I find that sort of thing works better by simply denying a hotwife's desire to see me for a handful of days or even a few weeks, ensuring she's desperate for my cock, which works wonders across the relationship because her husband can see that desperation.

There would be no denial, though. I took Molly to the bedroom, stripped her out of her dress, and watched her crawl into my bed and pose on her hands and knees as she shook her ass for me. I put on a condom and approached. I stroked myself as she looked over her shoulder at my cock.

"You really do fuck me better than him, you know," she said.

"Play with your pussy."

Molly reached back, pulled her panties aside, and rubbed her pussy in circles, spreading wetness over her labia and fingers as I watched and listened to the wondrous wet sounds emanating from between her legs.

"How many guys were you with before Stuart?"

"Just two. Both were roughly the same as Stuart, sexually speaking. I honestly didn't know how good sex could be until you fucked me. You opened my eyes. You showed me that there's an entirely different kind of sex a woman can have. The kind that leaves her genuinely hungry for more, that makes her want to play with her pussy as she thinks about the man that satisfies her."

"You should always think about me when you masturbate, Molly, and you should always be clear with your husband that you're doing so."

She moaned. "I always am, and it always turns him on."

I crawled into the bed and rubbed the head of my cock over Molly's pussy lips. She pushed her hips back and I lifted my dick so I wouldn't slip inside her.

"Please," she said. "Please, fuck me. I need it. I need you inside me."

I slipped into her pussy. I filled her slowly from behind. Her head sank to the bed and her ass remained in the air. She closed her eyes and moaned. I ran my hand down her back, over her neck, and into her hair. I grabbed a handful and pulled until she was up on her hands and knees again.

Then I fucked her hard. Her moans filled my bedroom. She rubbed her clit. She had an orgasm in less than a minute. She came so hard that she fell forward and my cock slipped out of her. I saw a giddy smile on her back as she rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and played with her pussy.

"I never cum that fast with Stuart," she said.

I slid into her in missionary. Molly moaned and wrapped her legs around me.

"Then again, I never cum more than once with Stuart, and so far you haven't failed to get me off multiple times when we're together."

We kissed as I fucked her. She came twice more. I buried my dick inside her and came hard. Molly held me tight and urged me to cum, to enjoy her pussy, to take my pleasure in her, all while my cock ejected my load into the condom as the walls of her pussy clamped down on my dick.

I pulled out and laid my cock across her stomach. I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture, making sure my load was visible in the tip of the condom. I sent Stuart the image and made sure to let him know that Molly had already cum three times and that I was certain she'd reach a dozen orgasms before falling asleep in my arms.

I took the condom off and set it on the nightstand. I laid on my back and Molly rested her head on my chest and caressed my legs and stomach. We talked of her pleasure, of how Stuart seemed to be doing a month into his cuckolding, about their marriage, about work, about a little of everything.

Then I was struck by an idea. I texted Stuart to tell him I was out of condoms and that I needed him to go buy a box and deliver it to my front door. I told him he was to ring the doorbell and leave. Though it might sound cruel, a humiliating task can be a good thing for a cuckold when he's dealing with the angst of his wife being alone with her bull.

Molly and I then headed to the living room. She got on the couch and I poured us each a glass of wine. I put on a movie and we cuddled, drank wine, and kissed as we waited for Stuart to show up.

When I saw his headlights in the driveway my fingers found their way into Molly's pussy and my lips found her neck. I rubbed her clit while finger fucking her and she moaned loudly, just as I wanted her to. My hope was that Stuart would hear her moaning, that he would stand at the front door and wonder if his wife was having sex, if I was fucking her unprotected - I wasn't out of condoms but he thought I was - and if he should try and stop it. I wanted him to experience a wealth of feelings he might not entirely enjoy before walking away.

He rang the doorbell. Molly moaned as I rubbed her clit and vigorously fingered her pussy. She stroked my cock, perhaps so lost in her pleasure that she didn't realize her husband was at the front door. I thought of him standing out there filled with angst and wishing he could be in my house to watch as I pleasured his wife.

Eventually his headlights pulled away. I went to the door and found a box of condoms in a bag. I smiled and took them inside.

"Well done, cuck," I texted. "Thanks to your eagerness to be a good cuckold and go shopping for me, I'll be inside your wife in the next few minutes. She'll be cumming soon after. She'll be screaming my name. She won't be thinking of you. Not while she's cumming, at least. Maybe after when she compares the two of us and tells me once again that I fuck her so much better than her husband does."

I tore open the box - I had condoms in the bedroom, but it felt right to use the ones Stuart had bought - and pulled one out. I approached the couch and offered it to Molly. She tore open the wrapper and then, to my surprise, placed the condom between her lips and skillfully rolled it down my dick with her mouth.

"Damn, that's really fucking hot," I said.

Molly was clearly delighted with herself as she stroked me and smiled. "Can I ride you?"

I sat on the couch. She climbed on my cock. She took me for a long, slow ride with lots of kissing, tit worship, and gentle ass spanking. She came twice. I came while buried deep inside her.

Molly got off of me and wrapped her fingers around my cock as I took a picture to send to Stuart.

"She made me cum again, cuck. That's twice. I'm thinking at least once more - maybe twice more - before we got to bed. Oh, and she got off twice more on my cock and I'm confident she wasn't thinking about you at all."

A little cruel, yes, but don't forget that Stuart craves humiliation. He gets off on it. It's not easy for him, of course, but he gets off on it, and as his bull - because I'm his and Molly's bull, make no mistake - I want to make sure that Stuart gets what he craves, what he needs, even.

We had another glass of wine and watched more of the movie. Stuart texted back to thank me for the pictures and for satisfying his wife. I told him he was a good cuck for leaving her with me for the night.

After finishing her glass of wine, Molly got on her knees and sucked my cock without prompting. She had a wild look in her eyes and she put on a show. She sucked my dick and my balls. She licked my taint a little, too, and I'll bet she would have licked my ass if I'd pushed for it. I didn't, but I did think about some day making Stuart suck my dick, lick my taint, and eat my ass, all while his wife watched. They weren't anywhere near ready for that, but some day they would be and what a glorious day that would be.

"I want to be fucked hard," she said once I was stiff and slick with her spit. "Really hard. From behind. I want you to spank my ass and pull my hair and fuck me so hard that I'm sore in the morning. Will you do that for me, Drew?"

I smiled, reached down, and slipped a thumb into her mouth. She closed her eyes, moaned, and sucked on it in a manner that made my dick even harder.

"Do you like being fucked hard, Molly, or do you know that I like it and you just want to be a good girl for me?"

She moaned and I pulled my finger from her mouth. "Both," she said. "I've never...I'm new to a lot of this, to this kind of sex, I mean. It hurts a little to get fucked really hard, but there's something so hot about it. It's hard to explain...I just know that I want you to put me on my knees on your couch, slide into me from behind, and fuck me so hard that it hurts. I know that I'll cum if you do that. I'll cum so hard it makes my legs tremble."

I put on a condom. I put her on her knees on my couch. I fucked her hard like she wanted. I took a quick video if it, too, focusing on her ass and the sight of my cock moving in and out of her. I spanked her a few times during the video. I made sure that Stuart got a good sense of what his wife was into, of how I fucked her, and she moaned wildly.

I fucked her even harder after taking the video. She rubbed her clit a little. Then, to my great surprise, she had a massive squirting orgasm, making a huge mess all over my couch. It was stunning. She collapsed afterwards, rolling onto her side as her body curled up and she trembled from the sheer power of her climax.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"Oh, Molly, don't be sorry. That was amazing."

She took a deep breath. "I've never, ever cum like that, Drew. Never. I've never felt like that. I've never felt such...such intense pleasure. I can't even...I can't even describe...just...holy fuck. You're a god. An absolute god."

I took a picture of the mess. I sent it to Stuart. I let him know how Molly had described me. I let him know that a cuckold like him could never, ever make a woman cum like that.

I had Molly finish me with her hand while I wore the condom. I then took her to the bedroom and laid all three used rubbers on her stomach to take a quick picture for her husband. I sent it off, one final bit of torment.

We fell asleep soon after.

I woke up the next morning to Molly sucking my cock. She got me hard. She put a condom on me. She rode me. We both came. Her twice. Me once.

We showered together soon after. I fingered her to another orgasm.

I made her breakfast afterwards. We talked about her hobbies, her work, her life. It's unwise to develop a boyfriend-type relationship with a hotwife, but I like knowing about the couples that I play with as it makes our interactions more rewarding over the long term.

After breakfast I texted Stuart to come pick up his wife. I then took Molly to the living room, put her on her knees as I sat on the couch, and instructed her to suck my cock.

She went to work with a smile. I texted Stuart to tell him to come inside when he got to the house. Molly sucked my dick vigorously, stroking and licking and pleasuring me in every way she knew how.

Stuart showed up while his wife was still busy blowing me.

"Welcome, cuck. Come over here and get on your knees next to your wife."

Stuart looked a little nervous, but he did as instructed.

"She woke me up with her mouth, cuck," I explained. "That only happens when a woman is with a man that satisfies her like no other. Tell me, cuck, has your wife ever woken you up with her mouth?"

"I...I don't think so, no," he answered.

Molly looked up at me.

"Kiss him."

She turned to her husband and kissed him deeply.

"How does my cock taste, cuck?" I asked.

Stuart moaned and Molly's tongue pushed deeper into his mouth. It was a messy kiss, but it's exactly what I wanted it to be and I smiled at Molly's innate understanding of that.

Her mouth returned to my cock soon after.

"I'm going to cum in your wife's mouth, cuck. She's not going to swallow, though. Not alone, at least. She's going to share my load with you."

"I can't," he said.

I laughed. "You can and you will, cuck, and you should start to wrap your head around the idea of consuming quite a bit of my cum, because before long you'll be feeding on it more often than not."

I saw fear in Stuart's eyes. Yes, he's into humiliation, but that doesn't mean he's into every kind and it was clear that he wasn't yet excited by the idea of eating my cum. He'd get there, though. Every cuck does.

"A cuck should consume the cum of the superior man that fucks his wife, Stuart. Think of it as nourishment for your cuckold soul. Or, if you'd like, think of it as you being put in your place. I fuck her. I satisfy her in ways you can't. You eat my cum to prove that you know your place and to ensure than any rebelliousness that might have cropped up in you is put down."

Molly started stroking my dick as she sucked me. She was trying to make me cum.

"I think your wife wants to feed you my load, cuck," I said before unleashing a moan. "She's working hard for it. She wants to share my cum with her husband. She wants to see you swallow a superior man's seed."

I gripped the couch cushions and came in Molly's mouth. I caught a glimpse of a horrified look on Stuart's face and then closed my eyes and enjoyed the intense pleasure of an orgasm via a talented hotwife's mouth.

"Holy fuck," I said. "Molly...your mouth is capable of wondrous things."

She sucked on the head of my cock and my feet kicked a bit from the excess of pleasure. She pulled back and turned towards her husband. He leaned away but Molly put a hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth towards hers.

They kissed. She pushed my cum into his mouth. She smartly stroked Stuart's cock through his pants, eliciting a moan and seemingly helping him relax. He accepted my cum. He accepted her tongue. They kissed for quite some time and it was a beautiful thing to witness.

"Swallow his cum," Molly said softly. "Show him that you know your place, cuck."

Stuart swallowed and I'm fairly certain he almost came in his pants, at least based on the look on his face.

"That's good, cuck," I said. "Very good. You just earned yourself an orgasm. Molly, you should make him cum when you get home, though I'd like you to make him cum in his pants. Get on top. Grind on him. Talk dirty to him. Make him blow his load in his underwear. One final, delightful humiliation for your cuck husband."

She stroked him a little more through his pants and then got up. She bent over and kissed me softly.

"You're amazing, Drew. I can't wait to see you again," she said, my cum fresh on her breath.

"How about I take you out to lunch this week?" I suggested. "Maybe we can fuck in my car before or afterwards."

Her eyes lit up. "That would be really hot. Text me."

I nodded. Molly got dressed. Her and Stuart headed out.

Half an hour later I got a text from Molly saying that she'd made Stuart blow his load in his pants. She added that she was going to make him keep his pants on for a little while so he could feel the humiliation of being a cuck.

Stuart had survived his first night as a solo cuck and he'd seemingly come through unscathed. There were lots more firsts to come, too, and I couldn't wait to keep exploring with my favorite couple.