You Do So Much for Her

You went to Victoria’s Secret. You told the girl that you wanted something cute and sexy that your wife could wear for the man she’s been sleeping with for the past six months. The girl smiled, looked you up and down to see if she could tell why you were the sort of man that would be okay with that kind of thing, and led you to a section with that pretty pink bra and panty set.

You bought it and brought it home to your wife. She smiled at how cute it looked and said her bull would absolutely love it on her. She offered her thanks with a soft kiss on the cheek.

You booked a hotel room. When you showed up to check in you told the girl behind the counter that your wife and the man she’s been sleeping with for the past six months were going to spend the night and you wanted a bottle of champagne in the room when they arrived. She smiled, took a moment to study you to see if she could tell why you were the sort of man that would be okay with that kind of thing and then nodded, looked down at her computer, and placed the order for a bottle of champagne.

You drove your wife to the hotel. You waved off the bellhop and carried her small overnight bag yourself. The girl at the front desk smirked as she saw you come in. Your wife held your hand and smiled at you in the elevator. She gave you a soft kiss on the cheek just before the door opened. You led her down the hallway and to the room you booked for her night of pleasure with another man.

You let her into the room and watched as she stripped from the pretty dress she’d worn. She unzipped her bag and pulled out the lingerie you’d bought for her. She stepped into it and you moved closer. She waved you away. Her body belongs to her bull on the nights when they’re together and she doesn’t like you crossing that boundary. She likes him to be the only man that touches her.

She crawled into the bed and rolled onto her back. She closed her eyes and a smile crossed her face. You knew she was thinking about her bull. You knew she was dreaming of the way he would touch her when he showed up at the room. You knew she was fantasizing about that moment when he saw her and they both experienced that moment of intense, overwhelming desire.

You left the room. You took the elevator down to the hotel lobby and took a seat on one of the plush couches. You waited until her bull arrived. You stood and offered him the key. You gave him the room number. You watched him walk towards the elevator. You’d done your part and now your wife and her bull were going to enjoy the fruits of your labors. They were going to spend the night fucking in the hotel room and you were going to spend the night at home.

The girl at the check-in desk smiled as you walked out of the hotel. You knew she was thinking about the man you’d given the key to. You knew she was thinking about him with your wife. You headed to the car with a smile on your face. Your wife was probably kissing her bull. His hands were probably all over the lingerie you bought. She was probably stroking his cock through his pants. They were probably lost in their desire for each other already.

You’d have to wait, though. You’d have to wait until the next morning for your wife to return to you and tell you all about the fun she had with her bull. That’s how it works for a cuckold, though, and you’re okay with that.