Something Special for Her Bull

It’s Friday night, which means it’s also date night. Not for you and your wife, though. She’s going on a date with her bull. She’s all dressed up and she looks absolutely perfect. Her dress is tight and low cut and it clings to her hips and ass and breasts in the most intoxicating manner. She put a lot of effort into her hair and makeup and you can’t help but want her. She’s not yours to enjoy tonight, though.

You watched her get ready, as you almost always do. She let you help pick out her underwear and she even let you dress her tonight, which was a rare treat that left you stiff as steel, as there’s nothing quite as erotic as preparing your wife’s body to be enjoyed by another man.

Her bull will arrive soon to pick her up. He likes showing up at your house and kissing your wife on your front porch before they leave for their date. He likes the idea of your neighbors seeing, and you can’t help but like it too.

“He’ll be here soon, but there’s something I wanted to talk about,” your wife says as she takes your hand and leads you out of the bedroom.

“Sure,” you say.

“I want to do something special for my bull. Something to let him know how important he is to me,” she says.

“What did you have in mind?” you ask.

Your wife smiles. “Well, I was thinking of telling him that he’s the only man that gets to cum inside me from now on.”

“What…what about me?” you ask.

“You should be thankful I still let you fuck me,” she answers.

Her words hurt a little, but you know she’s right. From the start, she’s been clear that he’s better than you. That’s all part of the fun, of course. You like that he’s better than you. You love it, in fact. You haven’t given much thought to the notion that your wife wouldn’t really love having sex with you anymore, but it makes sense that it wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as sex with him.

“I am thankful,” you say. And you are. Sex with your wife – particularly after she’s been with her bull – is more satisfying for you than it’s ever been.

Your wife smiles and squeezes your hand. “I know you are, just like I’m thankful to have a bull that satisfies me in ways you can’t. That’s why I want to give him this gift. I know he’ll enjoy it – every man enjoys cumming inside the woman he’s fucking – and I know he’ll enjoy the fact that he’s the only man that’s allowed to cum inside me.”

You feel your cock come alive in the way it only does when your wife has triggered your deepest cuckold-fueled desires.

“So, from now on you’ll have to wear condoms when I let you inside me,” she says.

Your wife reaches out and caresses the front of your jeans. She offers a seductive smile that’s usually reserved for her bull and your cock grows.

“I have a feeling that my bull isn’t the only man who’s going to enjoy this change,” she says softly. “I have a feeling that my cuckold husband is going to enjoy it too.”

Her lips approach yours, but she doesn’t offer a kiss. Instead, she hovers achingly close to your mouth without giving you what you crave while your cock reaches an erect state thanks to her soft touch and her seductive technique.

“It’s going to be a long, long time before your cock gets to feel my pussy again,” she whispers. “It might be years before you enter me without a layer of latex between us. I might never let your bare cock in my pussy again. I might decide that my cuckold never deserves to fuck me without protection again, that you’re simply not worthy of that kind of pleasure.”

She unzips your pants and reaches inside to free your cock. Her fingers feel warm and impossibly soft against your stiff shaft as she strokes you.

“What would you think about that?” she asks. “Would my cuckold husband enjoy it if he never felt the true, perfect pleasure of my pussy again?”

You nod. You love her pussy – it’s absolutely perfect – but you can’t deny how thrilling it feels to be denied that pleasure because she’s decided that another man – a better man – deserves to enjoy her without a condom.

A car pulls into the driveway and your wife kisses you softly and releases your cock. “I have to go,” she says. “I know you’re excited, but no masturbating tonight. I’ll take care of you tomorrow morning. You’ll wear a condom, of course, but you’ll be able to fuck my cum-filled pussy to your heart’s content.”

She turns and walks towards the door as her bull knocks. She opens it and steps into his arms. They share a deeply passionate kiss on the front porch while you stand there with a throbbing erection sticking out of your jeans.

Your wife leaves. Soon enough she’ll tell her bull that he’s the only one that gets to cum inside her. Chances are good you’ve felt her pussy – in the truest, most perfect sense of it – for the last time in a long, long time, maybe forever. Strangely enough, you’re okay with that.