She's Wearing Her Bridal Lingerie for Him

Fifteen years ago your beautiful bride offered you her body in that delicate white lingerie. You made love to her in it. You deposited your seed inside her for the first time as a married man while you felt the softness of that white lingerie against your body. It was a beautiful night. It was, in so many ways, utterly perfect, just as a wedding night should be.

Tonight will be perfect, too. Things have changed, though. You're no longer her primary sexual partner. That honor goes to her bull. It's not a punishment for you, though. You're a cuckold. You love that she fucks another man far more often than she fucks you. You love that she fucks her bull more often because he's so much better than you in bed.

"Will you help me change?" she asks as you step into the hotel room.

"It would be my pleasure."

You undress your wife and open her suitcase. You pull out the lingerie she wore for you on your wedding night. She's taken good care of it over the years and it looks just as beautiful now as it did back then.

Her body hadn't changed much either, so the lingerie still fits perfectly. The lace panties cling to her pussy and ass. The chemise is soft and delicate and it enhances her remarkably beautiful breasts. The white stockings are new - those don't hold up all that well - but they're the same as they were on your wedding night.

"Thank you for letting me do this," you say as you pull the stocking up her leg.

"Oh, believe me, it's my pleasure," she replies. "I'm glad you enjoy it."

You kiss her legs. The nylon is soft against your lips.

"I think this is how we should celebrate our anniversary from now on," she says. "With a bull being the one to fuck me, I mean. That should no longer be your pleasure. It should always be the superior man that I'm seeing, that has taken your place as my primary sexual partner."

"I'd like that very much," you reply.

She guides your head between her legs. You kiss her bare thighs just above the lace tops of the stockings. You feel the heat emanating from her skin. You smell the delicate perfume she must have sprayed on her panties before leaving.

"May I kiss your pussy?" you ask.

She smiles and inches her hips forward. You press your lips against her panties. You kiss her pussy through them.

"Fifteen years ago you couldn't wait to fuck me," she says. "To slide your dick inside me. To consummate our marriage. Now you can't wait for another man to fuck me. I suppose we are, in a way, consummating what our marriage has become, aren't we?"

"We are," you reply.

"I know you already know this, but I love that our marriage has evolved into this," your beautiful wife says. "I love that you're a cuckold and that I'm a hotwife. I love that you're so eager to make me happy, to do whatever it takes to satisfy me. I love that you're willing to put my needs above yours. I love that you always help me find a bull, that you do the groundwork to make sure I end up with a good man that will satisfy me. I love you dearly."

You run your hands up her legs. "I love you too. I love you so much. Happy anniversary."

She bends over and you sit back on your knees. She kisses you. It's warm and soft and romantic.

"I've decided I want him to spend the night," she says. "Thankfully this beautiful room you booked has a couch. You can sleep there."

"Nothing would make me happier than you getting to spend the night in your bull's arms."

"And I'll bet it will make you happy when he fucks me tomorrow morning, too."

You smile. She knows you very well. "It will."

You share another kiss. This one has more passion behind it. Your arousal is enflamed.

"I expect you to clean us up afterwards," she says. "Neither I nor my bull should have to do any work to enjoy tonight. That should all be on your shoulders."

"Of course."

She smiles. "Good. Very good. And if for some reason I want time alone with him I expect that you'll leave the room for a little while."

You hope that doesn't happen, but you nod. "I will. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

She sits back and pulls her panties aside. "You may worship my pussy for a little while."

She's given you a gift. You lean in. You worship her pussy. You think of how thrilling your night is going to be. You think of how happy you are, of how blissful your marriage is.

You're a very lucky man. A very, very lucky man.