Her Blue Collar Bull - Part 1

As was so often the case, Alan found himself utterly enchanted with his wife. On this particular morning, Hallie was carefully applying lipstick. She was dressed in a pair of black panties with lace trim that hugged her tight ass and a matching bra. She was leaning forward to get a little closer to the bathroom mirror and she looked truly breathtaking as Alan stared from the bathroom doorway.

"Do you have something special planned this morning?" Alan asked, though he had something very specific in mind.

Hallie finished applying her lipstick and turned her head from side to side, apparently to get a better view, though Alan had never quite grasped the finer points of makeup application.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because it's 8 a.m. and you're putting on lipstick, doing your makeup, and wearing that bra and those panties," he answered.

She turned to him and smiled. "I'm sure there are plenty of women that do their hair and makeup and wear lovely lingerie as they do so."

Alan stepped into the bathroom and ran his hands over his wife's ass as he looked at her in the mirror. "You're right, of course. You're not one of those women, though. You usually put your hair in a ponytail, wash your face, and put on a pair of leggings and a top that reveals this stomach you've worked so hard to keep tight."

She leaned into him and Alan grasped her breasts through the bra. "I'm the wife of a very successful man who bought me a gorgeous, multi-million dollar home in Greenwich. I need to keep my stomach nice and tight. I need to keep all of my body nice and tight. I need to show it off, too. We can't have you getting bored and replacing me some pretty young whore, can we?"

He laughed. "You know I'd never do that."

Hallie reached back and stroked Alan's cock through his slacks. "I do know that." She smiled at him in the mirror as he got hard in her hand.

"Do you have something special planned this morning?" he asked.

"Eddie's coming over. He'll be here soon after you arrive at the office."

Alan's cock got harder and Hallie stroked him a little faster.

"It's funny, isn't it? You're better than him in almost every way. You're better looking. You're taller. You drive a much nicer car. The monthly mortgage on this house costs more than he makes in a year. You run a company. He's self-employed. And yet, he's the one that gets to do all manner of unholy things to your wife. He's the one that gets to have his way with me however he chooses. He's the one that's going to fuck me all over this house today. He's the one that's going to cum in my pussy or my ass or my mouth or on my tits or on my fucking face. He's the one that gets to have all the fun that most husbands want to have with their wives."

Alan slipped a hand into his wife's bra and grasped her breast as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She stroked him and rubbed the head over her panty-clad ass and he moaned.

"You give me so much, Alan. You take such good care of me. You make sure that I have almost everything I need in life. There are just some things you can't give me despite all your success and the money that comes with it. Eddie can give me those things, though. He can make me feel the way I want to feel. That's why he gets to do things with your wife that you'll never get to do."

Alan wanted to bend her over and slip inside her from behind. He wanted to grab her hips and fuck her roughly over the bathroom counter. He wanted it so desperately, and yet he wasn't permitted such pleasure. Eddie - the handyman she'd hired to do some simple fixes around the house before taking him as her bull - was permitted those pleasures.

"Get on your fucking knees, Alan," she said.

He dropped to his knees and Hallie slowly lowered her panties. He leaned in and placed a handful of kisses on her taut ass cheeks.

"I was thinking I'd let Eddie fuck me on your desk today," she said. "I know he likes defiling your wife where you spend so many hours working. I was thinking I'd have him sit in your chair while I sucked his cock. Maybe he'll fuck my throat and I'll drool all over the floor. Maybe he'll put me on your desk, pound my pussy, and flood me with his seed while I tell him that I'm his personal slut, that I'm his whore, that I'll do anything he wants just to make him happy. Maybe he'll bend me over, fuck me up the ass, and cum deep in me while he thinks about the fact that he's the only man allowed to have my ass."

"May I worship your asshole?" Alan asked.

Hallie laughed. "Of course you can. Spread those cheeks. Worship the hole that you're not allowed to fuck. Worship the hole that Eddie can have whenever he wants."

Alan spread his wife's cheeks, leaned in, and licked her asshole. He did so while knowing that there was a very good chance that another man would fuck her ass that day while Alan was at work. That notion thrilled him, though, as he was his wife's cuckold and had been for three years.

"That's enough," Hallie said after a few minutes of dutiful ass worship on his part. "You need to get going or you'll be late to work, and we can't have your company failing. I need to be taken care of, after all, and if you can't take care of me I'll find someone else who will."

Alan stood and embraced his wife from behind. He didn't kiss her - he'd just been eating her ass, after all - and said, "I'll always take care of you, Hallie. That's what I'm good at."

She smiled at him in the mirror. "I know, baby. I know. Have a good day at work."

"Have a good day with Eddie."

"I will. I always do."

---

It was a little before 10 a.m. when Alan received a text from his wife. "He'll be here soon. Let me know if you want to listen."

"I'd like to listen," he texted back. It wasn't always possible for Alan to listen in as Eddie fucked his wife, but his morning was free of meetings.

"I was hoping you'd say that. You can listen, but you'll have to come home with something pretty and expensive for me to wear the next time Eddie comes over," she replied. "Something high end. You can have your assistant pick it out if you'd like, but I want you to go in person and pick it up before you come home. Just know that you'll never see me in it, that I'll only ever wear it for Eddie. If you fail to come home with an expensive - and I do mean expensive - lingerie set for me, it will be a long time before you're allowed to listen again."

Alan's cock stirred. He loved when his wife made him spend money to make Eddie happy. "I'll buy you something beautiful and very expensive," he texted. "You know how much I adore helping you look good for your bull."

His phone buzzed as Hallie called. Alan popped an AirPod into one ear and answered.

"Hey there," she said. "Eddie's truck just pulled into the driveway. I'm putting you on mute. Enjoy yourself."

Alan was working his way through emails that had arrived since he'd left work yesterday and he continued to do so as he listened to his wife open the front door and greet her bull.

"I missed you," she said.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked. "How much did you miss me?"

They kissed. Alan always loved the sound of his wife and her bull kissing. Hallie had refused to let him watch in the three years she'd cuckolded him, but he'd listened with great frequency and it had always proven quite potent. His imagination did a wonderful job of creating the spectacular imagery of his wife's tongue dancing with Eddie's while his rough, callused hands grasped her ass cheeks and squeezed them hard.

"It does seem like you missed me," he said with utter confidence. "But I'm still not entirely convinced."

Alan's assistant walked into his office holding a folder. She smiled and he couldn't help but note that her blouse seemed a touch tighter than usual. It wasn't exactly unprofessional, but it was bordering on it. His state of arousal led him to stare at her chest a little longer than was professional, though, so he was hardly one to judge her clothing choices.

"I need your signature on this, Mr. Reynolds," she said before coming around his desk and setting the paper in front of him.

"Of course, Melanie," he replied.

Alan could hear his wife sucking cock as he tried to read the paper she'd set in front of him.

"Hallie...fuck...you're an incredible cocksucker," Eddie said. "And you're doing a very, very good job of showing me just how much you've missed me."

Alan heard his wife gagging on Eddie's cock, something she did with great frequency. She was clear that she did it because it turned Eddie on. He liked to see Hallie indulge in her slutty side. More accurately, he liked to see a beautiful, classy, wealthy woman on her knees with his cock in her throat and her eyes watering as she happily degraded herself for his pleasure.

"Mr. Reynolds?" Melanie asked.

He looked up and saw her smiling.

"Sorry, but you haven't signed the paper yet. It's just an authorization for a new copy machine. It's expensive, but it's top of the line and the old one is getting really out of date."

Alan didn't care about the price. He hadn't even gotten to the price. He'd been far too busy listening to his wife suck dick.

Melanie put her hand on his. Her skin was soft and warm and her touch a little flirty. Too flirty, really. Alan wondered if she was trying to make it clear that she'd be willing to be more than his assistant. It wouldn't have been the first time that someone that worked for him had signaled that she'd would be more than happy to indulge his desires - theoretical desires, really, since Melanie had no idea that Alan loved being cuckolded more than anything - in exchange for getting a little closer to his wealth.

Alan signed the document without acknowledging Melanie's touch and he did so while his wife continued to loudly suck Eddie's cock, presumably doing so in the large foyer of their home. Sounds tended to echo in that particular part of the house and Alan imagined the cocksucking would be quite loud were he actually there.

"Anything else?" he asked of Melanie.

"No, that's all, Mr. Reynolds."

She took the paper away and left his office. Alan noticed that her skirt seemed a little tighter than usual, too, and that her ass was really quite fetching. She was fifteen years younger than him, though, so it was no surprise that he found her youthfulness attractive.

"Eddie, baby, please, I need you to fuck me," Hallie begged.

"Well, I need you to suck on my balls."

The sound of what must have been ball sucking filled Alan's ear. He closed his eyes and imagined his beautiful wife on her knees in front of her barrel-chested bull. She imagined his hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth to serve his needs.

"Fuck, the things you do for me, Hallie. You make me feel so fucking good."

There was a popping sound as his testicles presumably departed her mouth. "It makes my pussy wet to do naughty things for you, Eddie. It turns me on to even think about being your slut."

Alan heard the sound of stroking and closed his eyes as he imagined his wife's delicate fingers moving up and down Eddie's thick shaft.

"Yeah? Is that what you are, Hallie? Are you my slut?"

"Yes, I am. I'm your slut, Eddie. It makes me feel so fucking good to be your slut."

Alan was struck by a wave of jealousy. He was living the American Dream, at least from the outside looking in. He'd built a successful company. He'd earned many millions of dollars. He'd bought the big house. He'd married a gorgeous woman. He drove an absurdly expensive car. He had an office in a New York City high rise. He was the envy of so many people, and yet his wife was far more interested - sexually speaking - in a man that had achieved almost nothing in his life.

There was pleasure in that jealousy, though. Pleasure in the inherent humiliation of Hallie choosing to find her sexual satisfaction with a lesser man, at least outwardly so. Pleasure in the fact that Alan was permitted to worship her asshole but would never be permitted to fuck it.

"Will you fuck me in my husband's office?" Hallie asked.

"I will."

Alan heard them kissing. Hallie must have stood. Eddie must have pulled her close for a kiss. She moaned. There was another sound. The sound of wetness. The sound of Eddie's fingers in her pussy. It must have been. She was soaked for him and he was happily exploring her wetness before taking her to Alan's office.

"Come," Hallie said.

Alan did his best to work through emails while he listened to his wife lead her bull through the house and to his home office. He didn't do a great deal of work in there - Alan tried his best not to work outside of normal hours - but he found it thrilling that Hallie enjoyed letting Eddie fuck her in that space. He imagined that Eddie found it quite pleasurable, too.

Alan heard a door open and then the sounds got jumbled. He heard Hallie groan at the same time that a chair was clearly pulled out of the way. There was a thud and Alan imagined that was his wife being bent over the desk.

"Your cunt is soaked," Eddie said.

"For you. It's soaked for you. I only ever get soaked for you, Eddie."

"Such a slut," he said. "And what if I don't want to fuck your cunt, Hallie? Then what do we do?"

"All my holes belong to you, Eddie. You can fuck me however you want. You can use my body for your pleasure. It all feels good to me."

Alan had asked about anal sex early in their relationship. He'd enjoyed it with a few of his ex-girlfriends, but Hallie had steadfastly refused. She'd gone so far as to insist that she would never have anal sex, that it was degrading for a woman to have anal sex, that it was an act designed purely for a man's pleasure and that she had no interest and that Alan would just have to accept that if he wanted to be with her.

Alan had accepted that reality with no issue and Hallie promptly let Eddie have her ass the second time they fucked. He hadn't asked, though. He'd simply taken it. He'd fucked her pussy twice on that same day and the third time he'd bent her over, shoved his lubed fingers up her ass, and then replaced them with his cock. Hallie had taken it without question or complaint and when Alan asked why she'd changed her mind about anal sex Hallie had simply told him that the idea of doing it with Eddie was a turn on. She'd then given Alan a handjob while making it perfectly clear that he wasn't man enough to get to have anal sex with her.

"Please, Eddie, fuck my ass," Hallie said, bringing Alan out of his memory and back into the present.

Eddie spit. Alan imagined it falling onto his wife's asshole.

He heard a sharp intake of breath before she said, "Oh, fuck."

Hallie groaned. Eddie was in her ass. He had to have been. She was almost certainly bent over Alan's desk and getting fucked up the ass by her bull's fat cock.

Alan's office door opened and Melanie stepped inside. She had an iPad in her hand. "I'm about to order lunch," she said. "Can I order something for you?"

Her smile was sweet and charming. Her posture struck Alan as slightly flirtatious. "Uh, yes, I'll take a salad, I guess. With chicken."

Melanie held up her iPad and tapped the screen a handful of times. Then she approached his desk and came around it once more before setting the device in front of him.

"I'll let you pick," she said.

Alan stared at the screen while another man had anal sex with his wife. He listened to the grunts and groans from both Eddie and Hallie and he pictured the other man's thick cock sliding in and out of her asshole. The sound of a loud smack - of Eddie spanking Hallie - made Alan jump in his chair and Melanie rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay, Mr. Reynolds?" she asked.

"Uh, yes, I am. I am," he said. There was no way to explain why he'd jumped like that, so Alan didn't bother trying to offer a feeble lie. Instead, he quickly scanned the menu and picked out the first salad that seemed remotely suitable.

"Harder, Eddie, fuck my ass harder!" Hallie cried out.

Alan had never quite wrapped his head around why Hallie enjoyed anal sex with her bull. He knew it was at least mildly painful for her to get fucked in the ass and she wasn't a masochist. She liked it, though. She liked making that sacrifice for Eddie. She liked doing it because it made him feel good, because he came particularly hard when he defiled another man's wife in that way. Of course, Alan found it hugely arousing, too. It was all quite fucked up, in a way, but Alan liked their particular version of fucked up so he wasn't going to protest.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Melanie asked as she took the iPad from Alan.

"Yes, absolutely. I am."

"You seem tense. I could have a masseuse here in less than ten minutes. A shoulder rub might go a long way."

Alan shook his head. "Oh, no, that's not necessary."

Melanie held the iPad against her chest and studied him for a few moments. "I could give you the massage myself. Just a shoulder rub. Nothing weird."

The offer seemed genuine, but of course Alan couldn't accept it. It was far too unprofessional. "I appreciate that, Melanie, but I'm okay. I really am. Thank you for taking care of the lunch order."

She nodded and left his office.

"Eddie, please, cum in my ass!" Hallie cried out.

Not long after, Eddie grunted in the way he always did as he came in Hallie's ass. The noises were decidedly animalistic, but Eddie also fucked in a manner that could be described as animalistic, so it was no surprise that he sounded that way when he unleashed inside Alan's wife.

"Fuck...fuck...baby, I love when you cum in my ass," Hallie said softly. "It makes me so fucking wet. Can I rub my pussy?"

"No," Eddie said. "You're nowhere near done serving my cock today so you're going to wait to cum."

"Of course," she replied.

Alan leaned back and noted that his dick was hard as a rock and had formed quite the bulge in his pants. He was glad he'd been leaning forward with his chair mostly under his desk when Melanie came in. Having her see his erection would have been decidedly unhelpful in his quest to be professional as her boss.

"Can I make you breakfast?" Hallie asked.

Alan heard a smack on his wife's ass. "That would be great," Eddie answered.

Alan took the AirPod out so he could get some work done. He knew Eddie and Hallie would be fucking again before long, but in the meantime he would do his best to clean out his inbox and get to the rest of the day's work.

---

The house was silent as Alan came in through the garage a little after 6.pm. He called for Hallie, but she didn't answer. Alan smiled. She was playing, quite literally, hard to get.

He searched the house for his wife and found her sitting on his desk. She wore a white satin robe and red lipstick. Her long blonde hair was down and looked both styled and a little bit messy. He suspected she hadn't done anything to it since Eddie had left nearly seven hours prior.

"Welcome home," she said.

"You look amazing," Alan replied.

Hallie beckoned him closer. Alan stepped into his office and towards his wife. They kissed as he ran his hands over the white satin. She moaned into his mouth and he slipped a hand into the robe to find that she wasn't wearing a bra, which delighted him to no end.

"Did you have a good day at work, my love?" she asked.

"It was hard to get anything done this morning," he replied with a smile. "But that did make it a very good day."

Alan's hand moved to her thigh and he ran his fingers under her satin robe and over her smooth skin. Hallie kissed him again, this time drawing Alan's tongue into her mouth and sucking on it in a slow, sensual fashion.

"Did you have a good day?" he asked.

"You know I did. Or at least you know that my morning was very productive. Any time I can make my bull cum repeatedly it's a very good morning, after all."

"You love to make him cum, don't you?"

Hallie spread her legs and Alan took that as permission to run his fingers all the way up to her pussy. She wasn't wearing panties, so he slipped inside her, eliciting a soft moan as she kissed his neck.

"Making Eddie cum turns me on like nothing else," she whispered. "Letting him use my body to cum...it makes me so fucking hot, Alan. Letting him control me, letting him tell me what to do...it makes my pussy drip."

Alan believed it as her pussy was soaked in that moment. Completely and utterly soaked as he invaded her with three fingers.

"I like giving him things I'll never let you have," she said. "I like throating his cock. I like it when he spanks me hard. I like it when he fucks my ass even though it hurts. I like it when he pulls my hair and calls me names. I like it when he cums on my face, when he makes me beg for his load on my face."

Alan wanted to make his wife cum. He dropped to his knees and pushed the robe up around her waist. He pulled her pussy closer and put his tongue to work on her clit.

"You're such a good cuckold, Alan," she said with a hand on the back of his head. "My pleasure is all that matters to you. That's what makes you such a good cuckold. Look at you, eating the pussy that another man fucked twice today. You just want to make me feel good, to make me cum. You don't care about how degrading it is to lick the cunt that someone else seeded twice today."

Alan didn't care. He would have eaten her ass, too, despite knowing that Eddie had defiled it with his dick on two occasions that day. He just wanted to make Hallie feel good, to make her cum. He wanted to do his duty as her cuckold.

Hallie came quickly. Very quickly. She rested her feet on his back while her body trembled from the pleasure and Alan put his tongue inside her and tasted her pussy while his nose gently rubbed her clit to provide a little extra stimulation.

"Did you buy me something expensive, Alan?" she asked after her orgasm.

"I did," he replied.

"Did your assistant help, or did you pick it out yourself?"

"I did it myself. I picked it up in person, just like you wanted. The woman at the register said that my wife was a very lucky woman."

Hallie smiled. "She has no idea just how right she is. My husband buys me pretty things and my bull fucks me in those pretty things. I couldn't be any happier."

She pulled his mouth to her pussy. He plunged his tongue inside her. He licked feverishly.

"You won't be cumming today, Alan," she said. "You will, however, make us dinner. Afterwards you'll give me a massage. You'll eat my pussy again, too. I might even let you suck on my toes. Then I'll tease your cock and you'll go to bed desperately horny and frustrated, just the way I like it."

"Thank you," he said, though he was offering his thanks for more than just the plans for the evening. He was thanking her for marrying him, for being so beautiful, for cuckolding him, for letting him eat her pussy, for letting him rub her, for everything, really.

"You're welcome," she replied. "Now get to work on dinner."

Alan stood and Hallie pulled him close for a long kiss. Then he turned and headed to the kitchen to make dinner and begin what would be a night of service to his wife. He smiled just thinking about it.