Her Bull Chose Her Costume...and Yours

Your wife gave her bull five choices for the costume she'd wear for a naughty Halloween night with him and you were kind enough to take pictures of her in all of them. The choices were:

French maid
Slutty nurse
Kinky cop
Sexy pirate/wench
Cheerleader

She let you watch as she tried on each outfit - all of which you'd purchased - and of course she teased you as any good hotwife would.

"Does it turn you on that my bull gets to fuck me in one of these costumes and that you're going to watch from your knees like a good cuck?"

"Does my little cucky like taking naughty pictures of me for another man?"

"Are you going to stroke your little cuck dick while my bull bends me over and fucks me in one of these sexy costumes?"

Your dick was hard as a rock the entire time, of course, as it always is when your wife delights you with a wealth of cuckold teasing and thoughts of her bull's impressively thick cock stretching her slick pussy.

"He made a choice," she said a few hours after she'd sent off all the pictures.

"Yeah? Which one?"

"Guess."

"The cheerleader?"

She shook her head.

"French maid?"

Your beautiful wife smiled and nodded.

"That's the one I would have chosen, too."

She smiled. "You know that I'm not going to wear that costume for you though, right? You know that a cuck doesn't deserve that kind of thing, right?"

You rubbed yourself through your pants. "I know. Only a bull deserves that kind of thing, just like only a bull deserves to fuck a pussy as fine as yours."

"You're such a good cuck."

Your wife sauntered towards the couch and straddled you. She took her top off and her bra followed. She guided your mouth to her breasts and you showered her in pleasure, licking and sucking on her stiff nipples as she ground her crotch against yours, teasing you and generating pleasure for herself.

"There's just one thing," she said softly.

You moved from one breast to the other. You grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard, eliciting a moan from your beautiful wife.

"You need to wear a costume too."

You looked up with a nipple still in your mouth. She leaned back and her breast popped free. Her nipple glistened with your saliva and she took your head in her hands and kissed you softly.

"What kind of costume?" you asked.

"The same as mine," she whispered.

You panicked as she unzipped your pants and freed your cock. Her hand moved up and down your rigid shaft, flooding your body with a deeper sense of arousal.

"He wants you to buy a costume just like mine. He wants us both to change here and drive to his house in our costumes."

It was awful. It was hot. It was humiliating. It was arousing. Her bull was cruel, and yet sometimes his cruelty manifested in ways that thrilled you beyond your wildest dreams. You weren't sure this was one of those times, though.

"I can't," you said, mostly out of instinct.

"You can, and you will," your wife replied. "Because if you don't, he won't fuck me."

"You can fuck him another day, then."

She kissed your neck and stroked your dick. "He won't fuck me for two weeks," she said. "And he said he'll fuck someone else in that time. He's been flirting with another hotwife on Tinder. He said he'll fuck her instead of me for two weeks. I can't handle that, baby. You need to wear the costume. You need to be a good cuck. You need to dress up as a French maid and do as my bull tells you."

She pulled her panties aside. She took your cock inside her. You knew she wouldn't let you cum, that she was manipulating you, that she was trying to overwhelm you with desire so you'd do what she wanted. It worked.

"Tell me you'll do as my bull desires," she said. "Tell me that you'll dress up like a pretty French maid and drive me to his house. Tell me that you'll do what he says that night. Tell me that you'll do whatever he wants, that you'll do it for me so I can get the dick that I crave."

There was something she wasn't telling you. Something her bull intended on doing that went beyond simply making you dress up.

It didn't matter. The truth was, you were turned on at the idea of embracing her bull's intended humiliation. It wouldn't be entirely pleasurable, but sometimes that was the thrilling part of being a cuckold.

"I'll do it," you said.

"Yeah?"

You nodded.

Your wife stood up. Your cock fell from her pussy. She leaned forward. She smothered you with her cunt. You licked and sucked on her clit. She had an orgasm, leaving your face covered in her juices.

After cumming, she gave you a deep kiss, stroked your cock a little, and then stood and walked away.

"Make sure you order that costume," she said.

"What's he going to make me do?" you asked.

Your wife stopped and spun around. She smiled. You knew you were right about her bull having extra plans for you. "Are you sure you want to know?"

You nodded.

"He's going to make us both do what a maid does, my love. Serve."

"How?"

"Well, I'm going to serve his cock, of course. His whole body, I suppose. You, on the other hand, will serve him in whatever way he desires. You'll probably serve his cock with me for a little bit. You'll hand out candy. You'll do his laundry. You'll clean his kitchen and bathrooms. You'll vacuum his living room. You'll do whatever he tells you to do and you'll do it with a smile in your pretty French maid costume."

"I have to hand out candy?" you asked.

She smiled. "Don't worry, cuck. It's Halloween. People won't judge you for wearing a costume typically reserved for a girl. They'll smile. A few people might even compliment you. Heck, you might even find a few of the parents ogling you. Maybe someone will give you his number in hopes of being able to fuck you."

Your eyes went wide and she laughed.

"You don't have to fuck anyone, cuck. Not unless you want to, of course."

"I don't. I don't. I really don't."

"You will do as you're told though."

You nodded. "I will."

You were embarrassed to admit it, but you were looking forward to it and you'd make sure to thank her bull for his imagination and willingness to tend to your desires to be humiliated, even if you often weren't willing to admit to those desires.

You were hoping, though, that he'd let you watch as he fucked your wife as you knew she'd look incredibly hot in her costume. Maybe he'd deny you, though. Maybe he'd see to it that your Halloween night was one of humiliation and labor as he and your wife tended to each other's pleasure in the most blissful manner possible.

You weren't entirely sure which version of the night you wanted to experience, but you were certain you were going to enjoy yourself either way.