The Dominant Bull - Part 3

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Emmett sat on a bench outside the Victoria’s Secret and watched people streaming in and out of the surprisingly popular mall location. He’d been there for nearly half an hour and had as yet failed to talk himself into actually taking the journey inside.

It wasn’t the idea of buying lingerie for Autumn that made him nervous. In fact, Emmett loved the idea of buying something sexy for his wife to wear on her first date with her prospective bull. It was Warrick’s requirement that Emmett confess the reason he was looking for lingerie that made him nervous. He’d agreed to it in the moment and he’d been ready to do it, right up until he was standing in front of the store.

Emmett had retreated to the bench to gather his courage and he still hadn’t found it. He’d considered just buying the lingerie and lying about it, but he was almost certain that Autumn – and perhaps Warrick – would know that he was lying and Emmett suspected his wife would share her knowledge of his lie with the man that had so quickly established a sense of control over her.

Then Autumn sent a text: “Warrick said I could tell you that I just had the most incredible orgasm while I described, in great detail, how I would pleasure his cock with my eager mouth if given the chance. He let me play with my pussy while I told him how desperate I am to make him feel good. He wanted me to tell you that I came right when he made me tell him that I’d be a good cocksucker for him. He said that you’d be turned on by the idea of your wife’s desire to be a good cocksucker for a superior man. Was he right?”

“Yes,” Emmett replied.

“How’s your shopping trip going? Did you follow Warrick’s instructions?” Autumn texted.

Emmett thought of the promise Warrick had made in the diner. He thought of the bull’s confidence in his ability to dominate Emmett in addition to dominating Autumn, and in particular of Warrick’s confidence that Emmett would end up on his knees and sucking cock at some point. Emmett was still certain that wouldn’t happen, and yet a part of him knew that by following Warrick’s lingerie shopping instructions he was giving a small part of himself over to the man that would likely become his wife’s bull.

Despite a sense of how dangerous it was to offer even a little submission to Warrick, Emmett couldn’t deny his desires. He read Autumn’s first text again and arousal flooded his body as he thought of her offering Warrick oral pleasure, which would no doubt lead to a wealth of kinky interactions between them, including Warrick actually fucking Autumn and taking her as his submissive hotwife. His lust for that future propelled Emmett to his feet and towards the Victoria’s Secret.

“I’m almost done,” Emmett replied to his wife’s text. “I think you’re going to enjoy what I picked out for you.”

“It’s not about my enjoyment,” Autumn said. “It’s about what Warrick wants. Make sure he’s going to enjoy it, and make sure you don’t deviate from his instructions.”

“I won’t,” Emmett replied. Sending the message – and in the process confirming that he’d follow Warrick’s instructions – proved thrilling in a way Emmett wasn’t entirely sure he liked, for he didn’t want to end up on his knees in front of another man. He didn’t want to believe that such a thing could even happen.

Emmett was in the store, though, so he took a deep breath, spotted an employee in a quiet corner, and approached with a smile on his face.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

Emmett felt embarrassed before he’d even opened his mouth and he briefly considered turning around and running out of the store, but he’d come too far and he was too turned on at the prospect of actually being cuckolded, which meant there was only one thing to do.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m looking for something specific.”

“Okay, well, we have quite a selection here, as I’m sure you can see. What exactly are you looking for?” she asked.

Emmett took a deep breath and said, “My wife…my wife has a date with another man and he sent me here to buy crotchless panties, a demi cup bra, and a pair of lace top stockings to ensure she looks good for him.”

The girl’s eyes went wide with surprise before she asked, “Did you say that he sent you here? The man your wife is going on a date with?”

Emmett nodded as was engulfed in a deep sense of embarrassment.

“Well, I have to say, this is a first for me,” she said. “We’ve actually had a few couples come in looking for lingerie for her to wear for a swinging type thing, but I’ve never had a guy come in because he was sent by the other guy his wife was dating. So, can I ask you, is this something you’re into?”

Emmett wished the sales girl would just help him find what he was looking for, but he didn’t feel like he was in a position to be rude, so he did his best to try and be honest. “Yes, it is. The part about the guy making me come here was unexpected and I’m not sure I’m into it, but the part about her going on a date with someone else is what I want and if this is what I have to do to get it, then this is what I have to do.”

A few beats passed before the girl broke into a bright smile and replied, “I can certainly appreciate a man that’s willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants, so why don’t we help you find what you’re looking for.”

“Thank you,” Emmett said.

The girl turned and set out across the store with Emmett hot on her heels. He eyed the many pieces of lingerie they walked by and he couldn’t help but think of Autumn wearing each and every one of them for Warrick. He even reached out to run his fingers over the soft, smooth fabric of a few pieces and it all proved thrilling.

“Do you have a preferred color?” the sales girl asked. “Something your wife would like, or something her date would like, I suppose.”

“Um, I think black would be the best choice,” Emmett answered, though he was really just guessing.

“Okay,” she replied as her eyes scanned the options available to her. “And her size?”

“Small,” Emmett replied.

The sales girl plucked a pair of black lace panties from the shelf, spun around, and surprised him by holding them against her crotch. “What do you think?” she asked. “Will your wife’s date enjoy seeing her in these?”

Emmett nodded as he stared at the panties – and the open crotch they featured – and imagined Autumn standing in front of Warrick in them. It was a thrilling vision, to say the least, and Emmett couldn’t really do anything other than nod.

“You really are into the idea of your wife dating another guy, aren’t you?” she asked.

Emmett realized his mouth was hanging open and he quickly closed it, smiled, and nodded as she handed him the panties. “I am. I know it’s weird, but I am.”

“It is a little weird, but weird is relative,” she replied. “So I wouldn’t spend too much time worrying about it. Embrace your kink, right?”

Emmett smiled as the girl turned back to the lingerie and grabbed a bra that she happily held up against her breasts after turning back towards him.

“This guy wants easy access, huh?” she asked.

“He does,” Emmett replied. “He’s, well, my wife wanted to be with someone more dominant, and he definitely is, and I think he likes the idea of having easier access to her should he decide that he wants to take advantage of that access on their date.”

The sales girl handed Emmett the bra and said, “Are you not capable of dominating your wife the way she wants?”

“No,” Emmett answered as he shook his head. “I’m not.”

“Are you submissive?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” Emmett replied.

“You don’t think you’re submissive but you happily came to my store to buy lingerie that would give another man complete access to your wife’s body,” the sales girl said matter-of-factly. “I don’t know a lot about that world, but if you’re willing to do as ordered by another man – a man that’s dating your wife – you might be submissive.”

“I don’t…I don’t know about that,” Emmett said.

She stared at him for a few moments before smiling and heading towards the stockings. “Lace top, you said?”

Emmett watched her fingers dance over package after package of stockings and imagined his wife putting them on for another man, a thought that inspired more than a little lust between his legs. “Yes,” he answered.

The sales girl gracefully pulled a package from the shelf and offered it to Emmett. “I think he’ll find these rather fetching,” she said. “The lace design at the top is rather elegant and it should complement the lingerie quite nicely.”

“Thanks,” Emmett said as he took the stockings.

“Is there anything else you’d like to get for your wife and her date?” the sales girl asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Emmett replied.

“I hope she enjoys herself,” she said. “There is something irresistible about being with a dominant man, and given that she’s married to a man that was happy to go lingerie shopping on another man’s orders, perhaps your wife is going to exactly the kind of sex she needs.”

Emmett was a little taken aback by her comment, though he was also surprised to discover that it led to a hint of desire that quickly worked its way through his body. “Have you been with a dominant man?” he asked. “Like, truly dominant?”

“I have,” she answered. “There’s something freeing in surrendering to a man like that, at least for a little while, especially if he knows what he’s doing. I could easily see getting hooked on being with a man like that.”

“Knows what he’s doing?” Emmett asked.

“Some dominant men have a keen understanding of how to tap into a woman’s submissive side – a side that most women have, to be honest – and to unleash it in a way that enhances her pleasure in ways that I suspect you’d find difficult to comprehend. In other words, if he’s good, he’ll show your wife a kind of sexual satisfaction she’d truly never experienced before, and that’s the sort of thing a woman can get hooked on,” the sales girl explained. “Though, based on the look on your face, I’d say you wouldn’t find that outcome all that troubling. In fact, it seems like you really enjoy the idea of your wife’s date showing her the kind of pleasure a woman could get addicted to.”

“I…I don’t know,” Emmett said, mostly because he wasn’t willing to fully open himself up to a girl he’d just met.

“Well, I think you do know, but that’s okay,” she replied. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No, thanks. You’ve been great,” Emmett said.

“It’s been my pleasure,” she replied. “Come back anytime. I work Monday through Friday and I’d be happy to help you find something sexy for your wife to wear for the other man in her life. I’m Megan, by the way.”

“Megan, nice to meet you. I’m Emmett,” he said.

“Well, Emmett, I hope your wife enjoys her date, and I hope you do too,” Megan replied. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” Emmett said as she turned and walked away. He looked down at the lingerie in his hands and felt an immediate and almost overwhelming desire to see it on his wife. Emmett headed for the register so he could get home and hopefully enjoy a little lingerie show from Autumn.

Emmett was denied the lingerie show he’d hoped for. Autumn had refused without even thinking about it because Warrick had been very clear that he was to be the first man to see her in the lingerie Emmett had purchased, and that he’d be seeing it on their date, which he’d scheduled for Saturday night.

When Saturday rolled around Emmett desperately wanted to watch Autumn get ready for her date, but she kicked him out of the master bedroom before even getting in the shower, depriving him of the chance to witness any of her preparations for her first date with her bull.

Instead, Emmett was only allowed to see Autumn as she emerged from the bedroom in a little black dress, the stockings he’d purchased – though he didn’t get to see the lace tops – and a pair of three inch heels that made her legs look exceptionally long and sexy.

“How do I look?” she asked.

“You look perfect,” Emmett replied. “You really do. Can I drive you to wherever your date is?”

Autumn smiled and shook her head. “No, he’s coming to pick me up.”

“He’s coming here?” Emmett asked.

She nodded and stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Autumn reached up to caress Emmett’s face and said, “He wants you to watch me leave with him. He wants you to see how eager I am to finally be with him.”

“Are you eager?” Emmett asked.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Autumn replied. “To be honest, I wasn’t really sure about this whole thing when I told you I was interested. I thought maybe you wouldn’t find a guy or he’d be a total dud, but Warrick is the exact opposite of a total dud. I haven’t even met him and already I feel enamored with him, Emmett. Every time I talk to him he manages to turn me on with little more than a few well-chosen words. I…I want him, Emmett, or I want him to have me, I guess. I don’t know, I just want to experience what it’s like to actually be with him, to be near him, to feel him touch me.”

Her obvious desire led to a stirring in Emmett’s loins. It was closer to a tingling kind of excitement, but it felt like a far more potent kind of lust than he usually felt. He surmised that was because Warrick was on his way over and that his cuckold fantasy was on the verge of becoming very real.

“Do you want this too?” Autumn asked.

“I do,” Emmett admitted. He leaned closer to kiss her but Autumn leaned back and held up her hand to block his lips from reaching hers.

“Sorry,” she said. “No kissing. Not until my date is over. Warrick said he wanted to be the first man to kiss me today.”

“And you want to do as he desires,” Emmett replied.

Autumn nodded. “I do, Emmett. Don’t you feel the same way? You didn’t really put up a fight when it came to buying the lingerie I’m wearing right now, even though you had to admit to a total stranger that your wife was going on a date with another man.”

“I don’t feel the same way,” Emmett said. “I don’t want to do everything that Warrick desires. I just want you to have a great date with him. I want you to have a great bull, and all the good stuff that comes with it. It’s not about submitting to him. It’s about doing whatever it takes to make this happen.”

Autumn offered a sweet smile and when she reached up to caress his face again her skin felt warm and soft against his as Emmett closed his eyes for a moment to savor her touch. “It’s okay to feel submissive to a man like Warrick,” she said. “He’s a natural dominant, Emmett, and you’re not. In some ways it’s the natural order of things for you to do as he desires. But, if you say you don’t want to do as he desires, I believe you.”

Emmett wasn’t sure that was true, but he appreciated Autumn saying it. “Thank you,” he said.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight, but I want you to understand that it’s possible that I may give myself to Warrick,” Autumn explained. “I certainly feel ready to do so after getting to know him over the phone. I don’t want you to be surprised if I have sex with him, though.”

“Do you really think it’s possible you’ll have sex with him?” Emmett asked as excitement raced through his body.

“I think almost anything is possible, Emmett,” Autumn answered. “I think I’m incapable of explaining to you – or to anyone – just how badly I want him. It’s like I can feel the need, the desire, the lust, in every cell in my body. I’m practically aching for it, and that’s before we’ve even met in person.”

A car pulled into the driveway and Emmett and Autumn both turned and watched as the headlights approached the garage.

“He’s here,” Autumn said like a giddy teenager about to go on her first date.

The headlights turned off and Emmett heard the thud of a car door being shut. Not long after the doorbell rang. The moment had arrived.

“Answer the door,” Autumn said.

“Me?” Emmett asked.

“Warrick said he expected you to answer the door for the man that would be taking your wife out on a date and showing her the kind of pleasure you’d long failed to provide her,” Autumn said.

Emmett’s pulse raced and Autumn’s words – Warrick’s words, really – bounced around his head as he approached the door. He took a deep breath, opened it, and stepped aside to welcome the well-dressed bull into their home. “Warrick, it’s good to see you,” he said. “Please, come in.”

Warrick glanced at Emmett and immediately turned his attention to Autumn as he stepped into the house. He stopped in the foyer, extended a hand, and said, “Come to me.”

Autumn hurriedly walked towards Warrick and took his hand. He pulled her close and she looked up at him – he was half a foot taller than her even though she was in three inch heels – and stared into his eyes as he held her gaze.

“You look exquisitely beautiful, Autumn,” Warrick said as he reached up and caressed her face.

“Thank you,” she replied while seemingly melting into him.

“Are you wearing the lingerie your husband bought?” Warrick asked.

“I am,” Autumn replied.

Warrick smiled and slowly ran his thumb over Autumn’s lips before his hand moved down her body and under her dress. He leaned closer and softly kissed Autumn’s neck as Emmett caught a glimpse of her stocking tops thanks to Warrick’s exploration.

Autumn moaned but Emmett couldn’t tell if she was being fingered or if she simply found pleasure in Warrick’s kiss.

“You’re wet,” he said, solving that mystery. “Is that for me, Autumn?”

She closed her eyes, moaned as his fingers seemingly worked her pussy, and said, “Yes, it’s for you, Warrick. I’ve been wet for you all week, but I’m wettest tonight.”

“And why is that?” Warrick asked softly.

“Because there’s at least a chance that you’ll give me what I need, what I crave, tonight,” Autumn answered.

Warrick pulled his hand out from under her dress and held up two fingers, both of which were shiny with Autumn’s juices. “And what is it you crave?” he asked.

“You, Warrick,” she answered. “I crave you. I crave you in ways I don’t even understand. I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never felt this kind of need, this kind of desire. It’s overwhelming.”

“Open up,” Warrick instructed. Autumn parted her lips and Warrick slowly, gently pushed his slippery fingers into her mouth. She moved to close her lips around them but he said, “Did I give you permission to suck on my fingers?”

Autumn shook her head.

“No, I didn’t. So keep your mouth open,” he instructed as he pushed his fingers a little deeper. It looked like Autumn was going to gag, but she held off. “Now suck.”

Autumn closed her mouth and sucked on Warrick’s fingers like it was truly the most pleasurable thing she’d ever done. She moaned and her knees seemed to wobble for a moment as she stared into his eyes and cleaned her pussy juices from his finger.

“Very good,” Warrick said as he pulled his fingers from her mouth and turned to Emmett. “Come here,” he instructed.

Emmett approached and Warrick reached out and rubbed his saliva-soaked fingers on his shirt, using him like little more than a towel in the name of sparing any part of his suit from being soiled by Autumn’s saliva.

“I have a feeling we’re going to have an exceptionally pleasurable evening,” Warrick said as he turned his attention to Autumn once more. “As long as you’re good for me, that is.”

“I’ll be good,” Autumn replied.

“Excellent,” Warrick said as he took her hand and led her towards the front door. “No masturbating tonight, Emmett. Don’t even try and pleasure your cock through your pants. If you do, I will deny you the pleasure you crave, and trust me when I say that I have the power to do that.”

“I won’t masturbate,” Emmett replied.

“Open the door for us,” Warrick instructed.

Emmett headed for the door and opened it for his wife and her bull. They stepped outside and Warrick put his arm around her as they walked towards his car. Emmett stood in the doorway and watched Warrick lead Autumn to the passenger side. He opened the door for her and she was about to get in when Warrick put his hands on her waist and pulled her close for a kiss.

Emmett’s cock stiffened as he watched his wife completely surrender to a kiss that made it seem like Warrick had taken possession of her using little more than his lips and tongue. Autumn pushed her hips forward and Warrick reached down and lifted the back of her little black dress, exposing her bare ass before grasping two handfuls of her flesh while Emmett watched it all from the doorway.

Autumn seemed a little dazed after the kiss ended, though Emmett saw a giddy smile on her face when she turned to get into the car. If she’d had any doubts about giving herself to Warrick, that kiss had almost certainly washed them away.

Warrick got behind the wheel, started the car, and leaned over to kiss Autumn again. Emmett had a good view through the windshield and he watched his wife’s bull reach over and slip a hand under her dress for the second time that evening. Autumn’s legs parted a little and Emmett imagined her moaning into Warrick’s mouth as he worked her soaking wet pussy.

By the time the kiss – and the fingering – ended, Emmett was sporting an erection. He knew he had to ignore it, and yet all he wanted to do was unzip his pants and jerk off. It was going to be a long evening, but Emmett was going to make it without masturbating, for he wanted the pleasure of being with Autumn after another man had made her cum. Emmett needed that, and it was worth whatever sacrifice he had to make.