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My wife with her bull

Written from the perspective of a cuckold. :-) Inspired by true events.

After every encounter with her lover, we always write in our shared chat about what we enjoyed the most, what we might not have liked, and what we should develop further. The lover/bull took this opportunity to command me to choose and order a set of erotic lingerie for my wife – my hotwife (HW). His request was that it be white, with the additional detail that the keys to my locked chastity cage should hang around her neck on a string. We agreed that HW would try on and prepare the lingerie but wouldn’t show it to me in advance.

On the big day, everything went according to plan. We quickly enjoyed some stronger wine in the living room, and the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The shower was small, so the order was bull, HW, and then me. The chastity cage has certain limitations, even in the shower—especially regarding the need for lubrication—so even from there, I could hear sounds suggesting that a passionate reunion had already begun in the living room. When I entered, the heat in the room was almost tangible—not just because of the summer evening. I was greeted by a breathtaking sight—my beautiful wife was already fully aroused in his embrace, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Her hand was already gripping his large cock, her fingers trembling with anticipation. It didn’t take long before she was lying on the table, exactly where she was meant to be—the main course of the evening.

The sight of her, so eager and longing, was indescribable. Her expression made it clear how badly she craved what was coming. While he worshipped her with his mouth and fingers, I admired her reactions to every one of his touches, contributing as best I could with kisses and my own hands. Her moans intensified with every movement of his tongue, with every caress. I could feel her entire body trembling under our combined touch. My heart was racing. The wine was strong, the momentum quick, and the sexy outfit didn’t even get its turn. The cage was already pressing against me uncomfortably when he shifted her position on the table. I knew what was about to happen, but I also knew that the condoms, along with the toys, were still in the bag in the other corner of the room. When he started sliding his big, bare cock inside her—those who have seen our albums know just how impressive he is—I had every urge to unlock my cage and put myself in her mouth, but I couldn’t. Kissing my own wife while another man’s cock moved inside her was an unbelievably intense experience. She kept looking at both of us, her eyes filled with passion and something I couldn’t quite define. With every thrust, her face displayed a mix of surprise, pleasure, and an insatiable hunger for more. Every motion inside her triggered new waves of ecstasy. I kissed her passionately, feeling her breath quicken with each thrust. Our lips met in feverish kisses while she moaned in pleasure. It was fascinating to watch her enjoy every moment, her body naturally adjusting to his size. This was a real "foreplay session."

Only later did the sexy white lingerie and erotic robe come into play. He commanded me to retrieve the toys and then pulled out a small bell on a black collar. I fastened it around her neck so that it jingled with every movement. It was refined, playful—like a little kitten. :-) To our surprise, he handed her another collar and a leash, commanding her to put it on me. We both exchanged uncertain looks, as if asking if this was really happening, but the answer was clear. And so, suddenly, I was there with a collar around my neck and a leash in her hand. We both had to kneel, and he let her suck him off. More precisely, he fucked her throat. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked back and forth between us. Despite the intensity and occasional tears from her throat’s irritation, her lips curled into a smile. Her gazes into my eyes were filled with love and desire while she reveled in his dominance. He was enjoying not just the physical pleasure but also the knowledge that he was giving us both exactly what we needed. For me, watching her submit to his dominance was pure ecstasy.

The bull was clearly savoring the show, but after a while, he surprised us again. He whispered to her to take me by the leash and lead me into the hallway, where a chair was waiting for me. And, of course, she closed the door. With a smile. The glass panel in the door, with its "oak bark" texture, distorted the view but barely muffled the sound, so I could hear everything but see nothing. At best, I could make out where in the room they were. Anyone without experience in this wouldn’t believe or understand what it’s like to listen to your hotwife enjoying herself with her bull in the next room. The chastity cage prevented me from fully masturbating, which only heightened my frustration and arousal. Stroking my balls was nowhere near a sufficient substitute. Every moan she let out was filled with pleasure and satisfaction. My knees trembled at the thought of how pleased she was. Even though I couldn’t see, I knew exactly what her face looked like—that mix of bliss and passion that I loved so much. It was incredible to hear them both enjoying themselves, to listen to her moans turning into screams of pure pleasure. After some time, when he went to the bathroom, he left the door slightly open on his way back—just a crack, maybe 4 or 5 cm. :-) But even that was enough for me not to have to rely solely on my imagination anymore. They changed positions multiple times, anal was involved (with a condom), and they finished with an increasingly intense raw fuck. A vibrator on her clit sent her into absolute ecstasy, her cries of pleasure growing louder until the final moment arrived. It’s hard to imagine a more intense experience as a cuckold. She ended up completely covered in his cum on her stomach—the image of my hotwife, satisfied, exhausted, and perfectly happy, was forever etched into my memory. In that moment, I knew this was exactly what made our relationship so special.

While packing up the toys, I noticed that out of three condoms, two remained. The one that was used had been for anal. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the setting, no photos were taken, so these images remain only in our minds. Certainly in mine. Nothing will ever quite top this experience.

Or at least, that’s what I thought until our shared chat started filling with new plans again…

I know it's a bit emasculating to have to wear my panties to watch us babe, but our bull is right, you're not the man in this situation and this will help you remember that.

You're just lucky they fit or you'd have had to stay outside. Aren't you glad I have such a big booty!