A Wild First Experience with a Bull

David and Cecilia had reserved a small part of their profile on the swinger’s dating site to talk about their desire for an evening with a dominant man. Their curiosity about a full, kinky cuckolding experience inspired it:

“We’d also like to try cuckolding. We’d like to meet a dominant man to be our “bull” and fuck my wife while I wait or watch. If it could involve elements of humiliation for me and overwhelming pleasure for her, that would be ideal. Please message us if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

They had received several messages, but most were disappointing. The guys were either obviously fake or not the least bit dominant but just hoping to fuck someone’s wife. David and Cecilia were looking for something particular and they found it in Steven. His first message was simple:

“I believe I’m the dominant bull you’re looking for. I have extensive experience working with cuckold couples, even newbies, and it would be a thrill to make your fantasy a reality.”

Steven lived 2,000 miles away but traveled into town on business often enough that he perfectly fit their needs. After several emails back and forth and a phone call between the couple and their prospective bull they arranged a meeting at the bar of his hotel.

Steven instructed that they were to show up at 7 p.m., that David was to be dressed in slacks, a button up shirt, and a jacket and that Cecilia was to be in a short dress that showed off her breasts. When they arrived, David was to text Steven, at which point the couple would order drinks and wait as their bull prepared himself for the evening.

He’d made it clear that if the couple didn’t follow his instructions the evening would be over before it started, so after ordering a drink Cecilia excused herself to the bathroom and removed her panties. She surreptitiously handed them to David upon her return and he slipped them in his pocket and excused himself.

The instructions were clear: David was to be wearing Cecilia’s lace panties when the bull arrived at the bar or he would go right back to his hotel room and there would be no pleasure for the couple that evening. David stepped into a stall, locked the door, took a deep breath, and removed his shoes and pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. He pulled out Cecilia’s panties and stared at them, giving himself a last chance to back out. He couldn’t say no to his wife getting fucked by a dominant bull so he put them on and pulled them tight against his cock and balls, noting that it felt better than he would have expected to wear panties.

“Are they on,” Cecilia whispered when David came back from the bathroom.

“Yes,” he said, keeping his answer to one word so as not to betray his excitement at wearing women’s underwear in a bar.

David took a sip of his drink and asked Cecilia, “Are you still okay with this?”

“Oh yes,” she said, a naughty smile crossing her face. “I’m already wet just thinking about it.”

It took an hour for Steven to arrive and David and Cecilia were tipsy by the time he invited them to move to a booth in a dark corner of the bar with him.

“David, did you do as instructed?” Steven asked, the tone of his voice effortlessly communicating his authority.

David leaned to the side and pulled down his waistband, revealing the white lace panties he was wearing in place of his usual boxer briefs.

“Very good. Cecilia, you look beautiful in your dress. Your pictures don’t do you justice,” he said.

“Thank you,” she demurred, her gaze turning downward as the lustful attention of a dominant man made her feel wonderfully aroused.

Steven swallowed the rest of his drink and set the glass down on the table while putting his left arm around Cecilia. He focused his attention on her and suddenly his alpha male charms were in full swing.

His right hand found her knee and he began caressing her skin and inching his way up her thighs while his powerful gaze left her enraptured.

“Your skin is so soft. Did you shave like I asked you too?” he asked while parting her legs with his hand and pushing closer to her pussy.

“I did,” she said, her voice faltering as desire overwhelmed her.

As Steven’s fingers reached her freshly shaved pussy he leaned in to kiss Cecilia. Their lips parted as they met and their tongues fiercely danced as he took David’s wife from her, at least temporarily, with one kiss. His fingers were inside her and his thumb rubbed her clit as they kiss and she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

Steven was confident she would be an excellent hotwife for the evening based on the incredible wetness and heat he found between her legs, so he suggested they move up to his room and start the next phase of the evening.

It was not part of the plan for David to join them in the hotel room. He was to wait in the bar and embrace being truly cuckolded for the first time. He had been clearly instructed to spend his night thinking about his wife getting fucked by a man with a bigger, better cock that would make her cum harder than she had in her life.

Steven had separately emailed David and Cecilia, and in his conversations with David he had emphasized that it’s an entirely different experience for a woman to be fucked by a dominant alpha male and that Cecilia might feel differently about her husband after she had been with Steven.

He was expertly playing with David’s mind, filling his head with the thoughts any cuckold experiences. Those thoughts were torturous and arousing at the same time, the kind of emotional concoction that drives a cuckold wild and leads to intensely satisfying masturbatory experiences and often powerful shame afterwards.

Sitting in the bar David couldn’t masturbate. Instead, he had to slowly sip his drink and imagine his wife on her knees sucking Steven’s cock in his hotel room. He could see her trying to take as much of his thickness as possible into her mouth and then straddling him and sitting her soaking wet cunt down on him. He thought of the orgasms she’d have, her screams of passion, and the way all her desires, even those she didn’t know she had, would be satisfied.

An hour after his wife and her dominant bull had left for his hotel room David received a text telling him they’d be down in five minutes and to order a White Russian. He beckoned the waitress over and placed his order, his foot tapping anxiously as he awaited the arrival of his freshly fucked wife and the man that had spent the past hour pleasuring her.

Cecilia slipped into the booth first and snuggled up against her husband. She smelled strongly of sex, and though she had clearly tended to her hair it was still rather obvious she had been rolling around in bed.

“He was amazing,” she whispered into his ear. “It was so much better than I expected.”

David’s cock jumped as her lips brushed against his ear and confirmed what he hoped would be true. He desperately wanted this to work well. He wanted to be a cuckold, and a good first experience would ensure further play. His was had been fucked and fucked well by another man, a man that had exceeded her expectations.

Steven followed her into the booth, sitting in front of the White Russian that had been ordered for him. He looked around to ensure they had privacy and surprised both members of the couple by pulling out a cum-filled condom and upending it into the drink. In mere moments his load had been emptied into the glass and as he stirred it both David and Cecilia knew what was coming next.

Steven pushed the drink in front of David and said, “Drink my cum, cuckold.”

David, stunned at the suggestion, turned to look at his wife and found an unexpectedly lusty look in her eyes.

“Drink it, David,” she said. “Drink my bull’s cum.”

David reached out a shaking hand and took hold of the glass, the cold condensation wet against his fingers. He brought it to his lips, paused to take a breath, and welcomed a small sip of the creamy drink into his mouth.

The load in the condom was big enough that even the vodka and coffee liqueur couldn’t mask it. He could taste Steven’s cum in his mouth. It was overwhelmingly humiliating, especially since his wife and the man that had just fucked her were watching him intently.

After swallowing the first sip of the salty sweet concoction David went right back for another, this time tilting his head back and letting half the glass flow into his mouth.

“That’s good, cuckold. Drink my cum,” Steven said, his eyes fixed on Cecilia as she watched her husband consume another man’s seed.

“What do you think of your husband drinking my cum, Cecilia?” Steven asked.

“I think it’s exactly what a cuckold should do,” she answered.

Cecilia was playing her part in David’s cuckold fantasy. She knew he wanted to hear these things, that even though they hadn’t known Steven was going to do this it was absolutely what David wanted. He craved cuckold humiliation and drinking her bull’s cum was the finest form of it.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening Cecilia and David. You two are exactly the kind of cuckold couple I like to play with, so I’ll be in touch the next time I come to town. Goodnight.”

With that, Steven left them alone in the booth and retired to his room for the night. The newly made cuckold and his hotwife embraced as David continued to sip from the White Russian spiked with another man’s cum.

“I love you,” he whispered to his wife.

“I love you too,” she said, returning his affection. “Why don’t we go home? I’d like you to lick my pussy and if you do a good job I’ll make you cum.”