Submission is Bliss - Part 2

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Let me take you back to last Thursday. It was late. I was in bed and wearing a sheer black bodysuit and stockings. I was FaceTiming with my new bull, Edgar. He'd already fucked me a handful of times and I was already in that thrilling place of desire where I'd get turned on if I thought about him for just a few moments.

He looked especially good, too. He hadn't shaved in a few days and it was really working for me. He was in bed like me, though he wasn't wearing anything at all, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

"Are you hard for me?" I asked.

"Damn right I am."

I could hear him stroking. He'd applied a bit of lube and there was something about that wet sound that I fucking loved. "Are you thinking about me?"

He smiled. "You're all I can think about when I get turned on."

I reached down and grabbed a handful of Neil's hair. I wasn't looking at him - Edgar had most of my attention - but my cuckold husband was between my legs and gently licking my pussy through my bodysuit and he deserved a little bit of attention.

"Are you thinking about anything specific?" I asked.

He smiled. I didn't know Edgar all that well at that point, but I was certain that the smile meant he was absolutely thinking about something specific.

"Tell me," I said.

"I was thinking about the last time you were here," he replied before moaning.

"A lot happened the last time I was there. You fucked me three times. You sent me home to my cuck husband with a sore pussy. Which part of my last visit were you thinking about?"

I tightened my grip on Neil's hair. He licked with a little more vigor. I don't know why, but I liked making him lick me through my lingerie. I liked denying him - for a time, at least - the pleasure of actually putting his tongue inside me and fully experiencing the joy of eating me out.

"I was thinking about when you first got here," he said. "When you ended up on your knees almost as soon as you walked in. When I had my hands in your hair as you sucked my cock."

My pussy got wetter. I'm not a submissive woman - meaning I don't find intense pleasure in the act of submitting - but I do like it when my bulls are eager to be in control when we fuck. It does depend on my mood, but sometimes I like feeling a strong man's hands in my hair or on the back of my head as I pleasure him with my mouth. Sometimes I like it when a bull puts me in whatever position he wants me in and takes my pussy. Sometimes, though, I like to get on top and ride his dick until we're both trembling with pleasure.

I moaned as I recalled the memory of that night. I could feel the cool tile of his foyer against my knees. I could feel his cock stretching my lips. I could feel his desire - his intense desire - flowing into me via his grip on my hair and the incredible stiffness of his dick. I swear, there's something so hot about a man that gets rock fucking hard for me. That's always the case when you're young, but it isn't always the case as you get older.

"I liked that you wanted so badly to be in my mouth," I said. "I liked that you had your hands in my hair, Edgar. I liked that you guided me onto your cock, that you took my mouth, that you made it yours in that moment."

I listened to him moan and masturbate. I looked down at my husband and saw intense arousal in his eyes. I don't suck Neil's cock like that. I would never suck his cock like that. That's the fun of all of this, though. I experience different pleasures with the different men in my life. In that moment I was experiencing a little bit of both as Neil happily worshiped my pussy - while making sure not to touch his cock, of course - and I thought of how my bull had used me as a willing, eager vessel for his pleasure when date night ended at his house the weekend before.

"I liked what you did to me after," I said.

Edgar smiled. "You mean when I bent you over my couch and fucked you from behind until I'd cum?"

I bit my lower lip playfully and nodded. "Yes. When you pulled my dress over my head, tossed it aside, yanked my panties down, bent me over your couch, and slipped inside me from behind. When you grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. When you pounded me until you'd satisfied your desires."

I've cuckolded my husband for a decade now and almost every bull I've been with has been the sort of man that is often completely and utterly overcome with desire, that can't contain himself, that absolutely must have his way with me, that must experience the orgasm he craves. I imagine some women have no interest in being with a man like that - they might find him to be too selfish, for instance - but I have to say, I love it. I wouldn't want to be married to a man like that, but that's why I'm a hotwife. I get to pick and choose when I want to be fucked like that, when I want to be completely overwhelmed by a man's desire, when I want my body to be little more than a vessel for his pleasure. Luckily for me, when I'm in the mood for that I cum really fucking hard when it happens.

"You made me cum so hard, Edgar," I said. "You fucked me like that and you made me cum so hard."

I reached down and unsnapped the bottom of my bodysuit, freeing my pussy. I immediately grabbed Neil's hair and pulled him close. I moved my hips and rubbed my wet cunt all over his face, coating him in my juices before I released my grip on his hair.

"Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like that, Jess?" he asked.

"I do. I like it when you take me, when you do as you desire with me, when you use my body for your pleasure. I like it because it feels so fucking good to get fucked by a real man."

Neil moaned and Edgar smiled.

"Was that your cuck?"

"It was. He's eating my pussy like a good cuck should."

"And when it comes to fucking you, does he not quality as a real man?"

I shook my head. "No, he does not. He's not bad in bed, but he's not like you. He's nothing like you. It wouldn't feel good if he fucked me from behind. I wouldn't cum. And yet I cum when you do it. It feels good when you do it. I love giving you my pussy in that way, Edgar. I fucking love it. Just like I love sucking your dick with your hands in my hair. Just like I love sucking on your balls while I stroke your big cock."

All of it was true. That's why I'm a hotwife. I get to dine at the full sexual buffet. I get to have it all. Even better I get to make my husband happier than he'd be if we had a vanilla sex life. Can you believe that? It's fucking incredible!

"God damn, I wish you were here right now," Edgar said.

I grasped one of my breasts and moaned. "What would do to me if I was?"

He pointed the camera towards his cock. He was hard, of course, and the lube made his shaft look shiny. It was genuinely sexy. My loins tingled a little as I thought of the orgasms his cock had provided me.

"This would be in your mouth," he said. "You'd be in my bed, between my legs, and sucking my dick. I'd make you put your ass up in the air so I could enjoy the view while you sucked my cock. I'd make you shake your fantastic ass a little bit, too."

"Could I play with my pussy while I sucked your cock?" I asked. By the way, it does turn me on to suck Edgar's cock. It's been that way with every bull I've been with. There's just something so hot about sucking the dick of the kind of men I fuck outside my marriage.

"No," he replied with a smile. "You'd have to wait. You'd have to give me pleasure until I was ready to fuck you."

There's something really hot about that kind of dirty talk when you're first with someone. The playful, naughty stuff that pulls you into the fantasy, that makes you think of exactly how it would unfold. There's also the fact that my husband was eating my pussy at that very moment that I'm sure made it so much hotter.

"I need you to fuck me, Edgar," I said in that begging kind of way. "I need your big cock in my pussy."

"Yeah? Are you desperate for it?"

I closed my eyes and moaned. "Yes! I need it, Edgar. I need what only you can give me. I need what I can't get from my cuck husband. I need to be fucked. Well and truly fucked. How would fuck me if I was there right now?"

"I think I'd have you ride me," he said. "I know you like to get on top. I know you like to put on a show. You like to show me how you fuck. You like to milk my dick with that tight, married pussy of yours."

I do. I fucking love that. Though, to be fair, I love every position when I'm with a new bull. It all feels so fucking good.

"I like it when you play with my tits as I ride you, especially if I'm wearing expensive lingerie that my cuck bought for me."

"Fuck, I do like your lingerie and I like that your husband buys it so you can wear it for me."

I laughed softly and then moaned as Neil worked my clit. "He doesn't deserve to see me in lingerie like that. Only my bull gets the good stuff. At best my cuck gets to see it for a few moments just so he knows what he's missing out on."

"You're so fucking hot, Jess."

"I want you to cum for me, Edgar," I said. "Stroke that big dick of yours and think of me on top of you. Think of me milking your cock with my tight married cunt. Think of me screaming your name as I cum so fucking hard while you're so deep inside me."

I watched his face. I'd made him cum often enough to know what it looked like when he was on the verge of a climax and I could see that he was close. To my delight, Edgar's pleasure pushed me right over the top. I am the kind of woman that gets off on making a man like Edgar feel good, on making him cum, on having him think about me as he cums. I fucking love it.

I grabbed Neil's hair and rubbed my pussy over his face as I came. I came hard, too, and I absolutely came while thinking about riding Edgar's cock. Why would I think about anything else? I'm a hotwife with a bull and my bull fucks me far better than my husband.

"Fuck, Jess, that was incredible," Edgar said with a hazy, post-orgasmic smile on his face. "I can't wait to see you again, to do that in person."

"I can't wait to do that multiple times in person," I replied. "Until then, keep thinking about me."

"I will. You know I will."

The call ended and I set my phone down. I looked at Neil, whose face was slick with my juices. He was smiling as he always did when he was in a cuckold headspace. It was his happy place, after all.

"Put your cock inside me," I said.

His face lit up. I'd surprised and delighted him. We have sex from time to time, but it's not all that often and it rarely happens when I have an active bull like Edgar.

Neil crawled forward and guided his dick into my pussy. He buried every inch of it inside me and held it there. He knew better than to start fucking me. He knew that he needed permission to do that. Other men didn't, but my cuck husband did.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"It's perfect."

"How long has it been?"

"Three weeks."

I kissed his neck, moaned, and wrapped my legs around him. "It must be so hard to go that long without being able to fuck your wife, especially when you know that I'm having so much sex with another man."

He groaned.

"Of course, why would I let you fuck me when I have Edgar? Why would I have inferior sex when I have a bull that can satisfy me in ways you can't?"

"You wouldn't," he replied.

"Ten thrusts," I said.

I like to limit him sometimes. To tease him. To toy with him. Sometimes if I give him enough thrusts he'll try and cum, which means he'll fuck me hard and fast. This time, though, he knew that ten wasn't enough, so he went slow. He enjoyed my pussy. I kissed him. I caressed him. I let him play with my tits. I let him enjoy every thrust.

"Pull out," I instructed.

He pulled out, sat back on his knees, and said, "Thank you for letting me inside you."

"You're welcome, cuck."

I then pulled my legs back and grasped his stiff cock between my feet. I stroked him with my toes. I watched his face to measure how close he was getting to an orgasm. As he neared his climax, I lifted my toes to his lips.

"Clean your precum," I instructed.

Neil sucked my toes like a good cuck. He doesn't have a foot fetish and neither do I, but I do find it arousing to make him indulge in foot play from time to time. I feel like it's a little bit humiliating to have to lick his precum off my toes. Sometimes I make him massage my feet or suck my toes while I masturbate, thereby denying him the pleasure of making me cum with his tongue. It's a lot of fun, honestly, and it does feel good to have him lick, suck, and rub my feet so it's never a bad thing.

"You like sucking my toes, don't you?"

He nodded with my toes still in his mouth. His dick was still hard as a rock, too.

My feet returned to his dick. My toes worked the head. I played with my tits, putting on a little show for him.

"Are you looking forward to watching Edgar fuck me?" I asked.

Neil nodded vigorously.

"And are you going to be a good cuck? Are you going to do as we instruct?"

"I will be a good cuck. I will."

The level of service varies significantly, mostly because I like to mix it up to keep things fresh. Sometimes Neil is only allowed to watch. Sometimes he's invited into the room and then made to face the corner while his wife gets fucked. Sometimes he's invited in and then kicked out right as things get going. Sometimes he's made to lick my pussy, suck my bull's cock, put my bull inside me, clean my bull's cock multiple times with his eager cuck mouth, and clean my bull's load afterwards. That level of service usually only happens after I've been with the bull for a long time, though.

"Will you suck dick for me if that's what I want?"

"Fuck...yes, I will. I'll suck dick for you."

I stroked his cock a little faster with my feet.

"You like being a dirty little cocksucker for your wife, don't you?"

He was so turned on. I could see it. It turned me on, too.

"Yes, I do."

"You're a cocksucker and a fucking cum dumpster, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Cum on my pussy and then clean it up."

I spread my legs and Neil crawled forward. He took hold of his cock and jerked it off over my pussy. He erupted just a few seconds later, spraying his cum on my pussy, in my closely-trimmed pubic hair, on my inner thighs, and on my stomach. He had quite the load built up.

As soon as he was finished, Neil got to work cleaning up his mess. I like watching him lick up cum. It's so submissive. It always turns me on, especially when it's his own cum since I know he's not getting any sexual pleasure from it.

I had another orgasm as he cleaned up, making it a perfect way to end a rather lovely evening.

By the way, I'm also really looking forward to Neil being able to watch. I like it when he's there. It almost always makes my bull fuck me harder, plus I find it genuinely arousing to dominate my cuck husband, and the more turned on I am the harder I cum.