A Work from Home - Your Home - Blowjob for Her Bull

Your quality of life has improved measurably since your job instituted remote work. You have to go into the office one day a week, but you're free to work from home for those other four days and it's incredible.

There's no more commute. There's no rushing through your morning routine to make sure you're at your desk at 9 a.m. sharp so your boss doesn't chew you out. There's no avoiding your least favorite coworkers so you don't get dragged into a boring conversation.

Even better, working from home means spending more time with your beautiful wife. She's working to build her Etsy store, but it's part time at this point and your marriage has absolutely gotten stronger now that you're spending more time together. Plus, if you're having a stressful day there's really nothing better than spending a little time with your wife to help you relieve that stress.

For most men that might mean trying for a handjob or a blowjob or even a midday quickie. You're not most men, though. For you, relieving your stress often comes from making your wife orgasm. It usually starts with you rubbing her feet or going for a full body massage, but eventually you end up between her legs with your tongue lapping at her clit while she runs her fingers through your hair and moans about what a good husband you are.

The most significant benefit of working from home, though, is that you're now present when your wife's bull comes over for a visit. It used to be that she'd let you know he was coming over and would then follow up with a text - and if you were lucky, a picture - but then you'd have to wait until you got home to hear the details.

Now you get to be there, though you don't always get to watch. Her bull is in control of that. You didn't argue that, though. You find it hot that he gets to decide if you watch while he enjoys your wife's body. You like the part of being a cuckold that requires you to surrender to certain realities.

Your wife's bull comes over once or twice a week and he likes to mix up the fun they have. Sometimes he'll spend a few hours with her. Sometimes he'll bend her over your couch and fuck her furiously for five minutes before cumming, tucking his cock back into his pants, and walking out without saying more than a few words to her. Sometimes they'll watch a movie while intermittently fooling around before they fuck. Sometimes he takes her to your bedroom, locks the door, and has fun with her for a few hours while you listen to the wild moans.

You enjoy all of it, but you always find it especially arousing when your wife's bull kicks you out of your home office so he can have fun with your wife. There's something so thrilling about him ordering you out of the room, about him taking your place at your desk, about him doing the things that most men would love to be doing with their wives, the things that you don't get to do because you're a cuckold.

"He's coming over today," your wife told you at breakfast today.

You smiled at her. "Do you know how he wants you?"

She shook her head and returned your smile. You saw the excitement in her eyes. She likes that he never lets her know what sort of fun they're going to have.

"He wants me in a bra, panties, stockings, and heels. He wants you to dress me, too."

"I'd love to."

She reached under the table and rubbed your knee. "My cuck loves to dress me for another man, doesn't he?"

You nodded.

After lunch, you cleaned the dishes while your wife showered. You went back to your desk as she did her hair and makeup, though you didn't get any work done.

When she called you into the bedroom, you rushed to her. You saw the lingerie set on the bed. She approached with a smile on her face and you reached for her panties and fell to your knees to help her into them.

"Before you do that," she said, "feel my pussy."

You ran your fingers up her smooth legs and rubbed her pussy. You slipped inside her with ease and smiled as you felt the intense wetness her bull inspires.

"That's for him," your wife said softly. "Thinking about him while I did my makeup was enough to leave me soaked, baby."

Her nipples were hard.

"I always get so excited for him. I can't stop thinking about him when I know he's coming over. I can't get anything done. I crave him so badly."

"I know," you replied. "I love that you crave him like you do. I love that he makes you feel so good."

"I get even more excited for him when you're here," she said with a smile as you moved your fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy. "I love that my cuck is in the house as my bull fucks me. I love that you get to watch sometimes, though I also love that sometimes he sends you away because he wants me all to himself."

You pulled your fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean as she smiled.

"Lick my clit a little," she instructed.

You put your tongue to work and your wife put a hand on the back of your head. She moaned in pleasure and while you desperately wanted to make her cum, you knew she wouldn't let you. That was his job, though he doesn't always make her cum. Sometimes he lets you do that after he's had his way with her.

"You may dress me."

It's always thrilling to dress your wife in the lingerie she's going to wear for another man. Every moment of it is exciting, in fact. As you put on her panties, you thought of him taking them off. As you put on her bra, you thought of him grasping her breasts through the thin material. As you put on her stockings, you thought of him caressing them as he fucked her tight, married pussy. It's the same every time and it fills you with the kind of arousal only a cuckold feels. Arousal based in denial and humiliation. Arousal that makes your body tingle and your cock as stiff as steel.

"Back to work," she said once you'd finished dressing her.

You stood and your wife kissed you deeply before sending you on your way back to the office. You sat and did your best to get some work done, but of course it was a struggle. You're just like her, really. Once you know he's coming over, you can't stop thinking about it. Your balls tingle in the delightful way that intense, low level arousal always causes. Your cock leaks precum from the unyielding desire. You wonder how he's going to take your wife. Will he fuck her? Will he make her give him head? Will he cum in her mouth, in her pussy, on her tits?

Now you're sitting at your desk waiting. Waiting for another man to show up at your house to indulge in his desire for your wife. Waiting for your wife to welcome him to the house, to welcome him into her body in any way he sees fit.

The doorbell rings and you stop work. You listen as your wife answers. You hear them talking. Then silence follows. You imagine them kissing. You imagine him playing with her tits, fingering her pussy, grabbing her ass, and whatever else he desires.

Then he's standing in the office doorway. He's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. The shirt clings to his muscular upper body in a manner that you're certain made your wife wet the moment she saw it.

"Get up, cuck," he says.

You stand and move out from behind your desk. He steps past you, pulls the chair back, and sits. He looks at you and smiles.

"I'd like a drink," he says. "Whiskey. Neat. The good stuff."

You turn towards the door and see your wife standing there. She's not looking at you, though. She's looking at him.

"On your knees," he says from behind your desk.

Your wife falls to her knees.

"Crawl to me."

She crawls across the carpeted floor. She brushes past you and moves between his legs. She looks up at him and he smiles in the way any man would in that situation. Your wife happily crawled to him like a naughty little pet and you're quite certain it turned her on to do so. She likes pleasing him. It makes her wet. It makes her pussy tingle.

"My drink, cuck," he says.

You walk out of the room and head for the kitchen.

"You may take my pants off," her bull instructs. "You may kiss my cock through my underwear."

He's in control. He's treating your wife in a manner you never have. He's treating you in a manner you've never treated anyone. He has you both turned on, though. He has you both eager to do exactly as he desires.

You make your wife's bull a drink. You take your time, mostly because you want to wait as long as possible before entering the office again. You want to see how he intends on using your wife. You want to witness it at least a little in case he sends you away.

You bring his drink to the office. You stop in the doorway and see him sitting in your chair. His pants are around his ankles. Your wife's head is bobbing up and down in his lap.

He looks up at you and smiles. He says nothing, though. He looks back down at your wife and puts a hand on the back of her head. He pushes down and her head stops bobbing.

You hear her gag. His cock is in her throat and her body is fighting against it. He looks up at you again and his smile is bigger this time. Your wife isn't fighting him. She's so eager to please him that she lets him choke her with his cock.

He releases his grasp on her head and she pulls back and gasps for air. She looks up at him, wraps her fingers around his cock, and strokes him as she leans forward to shower the head in kisses. Kisses that you can hear. She moans, too.

He extends his hand towards you. He wants his drink. You step into your office and bring him the drink like a good cuck. You hand it to him. He takes a sip and smiles.

"Get on your knees behind her," he instructs.

You fall to your knees behind your wife, who is still dressed in the lingerie she wore for her bull.

"Put your fingers inside her, cuck," he says.

You run a hand down her back and over her ass cheeks. You gently pull aside her thong and slip three fingers inside her.

"What do you feel?"

"She's wet," you answer. "Wetter than she was before, actually. Much wetter."

Her bull smiles and your wife takes his cock in her mouth once more.

"She gets wet when she sucks my cock," he says. "She enjoys pleasuring me so much that her pussy is soaked after choking on my cock."

"I know," you answer as you continue to finger your wife's pussy.

He runs his fingers through her hair. He grabs a tight fistful and begins directing your wife's mouth at a faster pace. The blowjob gets louder and messier. You're certain that your wife's saliva is leaking down his cock and balls and likely soaking into your chair.

He fucks her mouth like that for a few minutes and then releases his grasp and says, "Kiss your cuck."

She turns her head and smiles. Her eye makeup has run. Her chin is covered in saliva. She's a mess, but a beautiful, sexy mess. You lean in and kiss her. You kiss her voraciously and she pushes her ass back into your crotch, eliciting a moan as the pleasure of the friction makes your dick harder.

"It does make me wet to suck his dick," she says. "To choke on his dick. To get face fucked. It makes me wet to make him feel good because he fucks me so good, baby. Because he fucks me so good that I get wet whenever I think about him, and a woman can't help but want to pleasure a man that makes her feel that good."

"Does your cuck make you feel that good?" her bull asks.

Your wife smiles as she holds your gaze. "No. I love you dearly, baby, but you and I both know you don't make me cum anywhere near as hard as he does. I suppose, though, that your willingness to be a cuck - your eagerness, in fact - is the reason that I get to have the best sex of my life with the man sitting at your desk."

"And the reason that you get to worship a real man's cock," her bull says.

Again your wife smiles, though this time you see the naughty twinkle in her eye that you love so much. She kisses you again, driving her tongue deep into your mouth. "You're a man, baby," she whispers. "You're just nowhere near the man he is, not when it comes to satisfying your wife's sexual desires."

Your dick has never been harder. Your lips and chin are messy with the saliva she transferred to you. Your body hums with arousal.

"Leave us now, cuck," her bull says. "She's going to take her time finishing me. She's going to suck my cock. She's going to worship my balls. I might even have her lick my taint. When I'm ready, I'll reward her with my cum. I'm feeling a bit hungry, though, so why don't you make us lunch while I enjoy your wife's eager mouth."

"Bye, baby," your wife says as you stand and walk away.

You look back and see that she's already turned her attention to her bull. She's looking up at him as she kisses and licks the head of his cock. She takes him in her mouth again. Her head begins to bob up and down as he picks up his drink, takes a sip, and then leans back, closes his eyes, and enjoys your wife's eagerness - and she's truly eager - to pleasure him.

You leave the office and pause in the hallway. You lean against the wall and take a deep breath as you listen to the sounds of the blowjob happening at your desk.

You try and think of the last time your wife blew you at your desk. You come up empty. You're not sure it's happened. That knowledge turns you on. You're a cuck. He's a bull. He's the one that should be getting blown in the middle of the day. You're the one that should be making him lunch while he gets his dick sucked by your wife.

Your cock remains stiff as you head to the kitchen. You focus on the fact that you're about to make lunch for the man your wife is sucking off in your office. You smile at the thrill of it and you're determined to make sure the food is good. Exceptional, even, as he deserves that.

You were going to make banh mi for dinner - it's your wife's favorite - but you decide to make it for lunch instead. You pull out all the ingredients - including those you prepared the night before - and get busy on preparing the food.

While you cook, you hear him moan. You hear the sounds of the blowjob when it gets especially wet or she gags on his cock. You wonder if she's sucking his balls or if he's actually going to make her lick his taint. Because you can hear them, your cock remains hard throughout the cooking process.

Just as you're ready to plate everything up, your wife comes into the kitchen. Her eye makeup and hair are impressively messy, but she's resplendently beautiful in her lingerie.

She smiles - with her mouth closed - and approaches you. She presses her body against yours and reaches up to put a hand on the back of your neck. She pulls your lips to hers for a kiss.

You know what's coming. You know she's about to share with you.

Her tongue slips into your mouth. His cum follows. She sucked a load out of him and now she's sharing it with her cuck husband. You moan and grab two handfuls of her ass. You pull her body as tight against yours as possible as your tongues entwine and the taste of his cum fills your mouth.

You could kiss her like that forever, but she pulls away after half a minute with a beautiful smile on her face. You both swallow, consuming her bull's cum like a happy cuckold couple.

"That was incredible," you say.

"I know," she replies.

You reach out and pull her close. You push your fingers into her panties. You penetrate her pussy and rub her clit. She melts in your arms and you kiss her neck. You want to make her cum right there. You want to satisfy her as it seems clear that her bull was content to pursue his own pleasure today.

"Not yet," she says. "That feels so good, but not yet."

You pull your fingers free and she almost instantly takes them in her mouth and sucks them clean.

"Did you make banh mi?"

"I did," you answer.

She kisses you slowly and deeply. Then she rests her forehead against yours and says, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's eat on the deck."

You, your wife, and her bull have lunch on the deck overlooking the backyard. It's a perfect day and the food is exceptional. She remains in her lingerie and her bull frequently reaches over to caress her thighs. You wonder if he intends on fucking her after lunch or if he simply enjoys touching her.

"This was excellent, cuck," he says after everyone has finished their lunch.

"Thank you."

"I was planning on inviting your wife around to my place this weekend. It's supposed to be rather cold - unlike today - and I thought it would be nice to curl up by the fire with some wine. Maybe you'd like to come along and make dinner for us. I'd even be willing to let you watch as I fuck your wife by the fire."

She looks at you with a smile on her face.

"I'd like that," you say.

"Good," her bull replies before pushing his chair back and heading for the door. "I'll be on my way, then. Make sure you take care of her pussy, cuck. She did exceptional work today and I think she's in need of relief."

"I will," you say.

He leaves. Your wife smiles and gets up. You both clean the dishes off the deck table and head inside. She grabs your hand and pulls you to the bedroom.

"I'm going to sit on your face," she says. "You're going to make me cum. Then I'm going to ride your cock and make you cum."

She pushes you into the bed and takes off her panties.

"Oh, and you'll be making me cum a second time after your orgasm, so be prepared to clean your load out of me."

You can't think of a better way to spend your afternoon.