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18/04/2019
This is a true account of how I became a bull. My apologies for starting out slow to set the stage.
A few years ago, my wife and I attended the wedding of a family friend’s son to a beautiful young girl. After entering the ceremonial venue and placing our wrapped present onto the gift table, we noticed a line forming in order to shake hands and greet both families via a receiving line. My wife started through the line just ahead of me, hugging the close family friends and introducing herself to the all the family members — I followed suit. Almost nearing the end of the line, I meet the mother of the bride (fairly young at 42yrs for having a daughter newly getting married). That night especially, Mary was exceptionally sexy looking wearing a semi-sparkling full-length hip-hugging dress with a slit up the side to her hip showcasing her hour glass figure. Her bust line was exposed low enough to barely reveal the roundness of her still luscious breasts. Apparently Mary noticed my shock and awe at her beauty, because when she took my hand for the customary greeting, she wouldn’t release her grip and leaned in to share a whisper in my ear. Leaning forward, this provided me with a fantastic view of her supple breasts. She asked me if I liked what I saw, and gently kissed my cheek. Surprised, I pulled my head back and looked her eye to eye, only to learn that she was still awaiting a serious answer to her question. Still shocked, all I could really utter was a broken “ummm.....yeah.....definitely!” Well good, she said, because there’s more of that later tonight. She then slowly released my hand, I stepped to the side ready to great her husband as the next person, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I continued to migrate further down the line.
Dinner, cake and fun wedding festivities ensued until the dancing started. I initially danced with my wife on the overly crowded dance floor, then swapped partners occasionally when Mary came out of nowhere to grab my hand and shoulder to become my new dance partner. I felt a little out of sorts at the time because she indicated a desire to slow dance even though the song was fast paced, but I played along. Well hello big boy, were her only words for most of the dance. I could tell by her breath that Mary had already had a few to drink and was quickly on her way to being tipsy. I looked around for my wife on the floor, but she was too busy laughing and having fun with others to notice me at the time. After a couple rounds of songs, Mary dropped her right hand from my waist to cup my ass. With a gentle squeeze, I could hear her say to herself, “yeah, that’ll do nicely.” I felt a tingle in my crotch, so I returned a butt caressing squeeze of my own, and noticed that she was wearing a sexy string thong. I pulled her hips close pressing my now engorging member against her stomach. Slightly pulling away and looking down at my belt line, she whispered over the loud music, “oooh, I’m gonna have fun with that! Are you game?” More than you know, I said. She quickly grabbed my hand, turned and escorted me off the dance floor to a dark and secluded location a hundred yards from the crowded ceremony festivities.
As the music is a mere muffle now, Mary places her back to the building wall and pulled me in close. I cupped her right cheek with one hand, and held the back of her head with the other. We kissed passionately, and my hands started to wander. After verifying that her tits felt as fantastic as they looked, my right hand dropped to her hip where the slit started. I parted the slit with my fingers to cup her ass on bare skin this time. By reaching down around her ass, my head was now at her shoulder where I continued to kiss, slowly working my way down her chest. Leaning her head back, she moaned a gasp of air as my lips wrapped around one of her nipples. At this point, I migrated to kneeling and lift her dress to the side enough to expose her bright red silky thong, which barely covered her lips. With my right hand still cupping her ass cheek, my left hand pulled her thong to the side. My nose was now an inch from her beautifully shaven mound. She sighed when my exhale slightly blew against her sensitively ready skin, and lifted one of her legs over my back. I moved-in closer to gently kiss above her lips. She grabbed the back of my head with the intention to direct me to home base, when I said, “nope, not yet.” Then I parted her lips with my nose, sending her into a frenzy.....so I made circles around the area, kissing and tongue darting here and there. Then I took one full labia into my mouth and sucked which intentionally pulled her clit. With my broad tongue, I lapped back and forth from the lowest part of her opening to the clit, working my tongue into the hole as much as possible. She couldn’t take much more, grabbed my head, and forced me to finish her before I planned. My thoughts was to stand, unleash my caged lion, and pile drive her into that wall. But as I looked up, I could see her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she proceeded to violently convulse and cum into my mouth. With clenched teeth and curled toes, she goaned loudly as I could feel her pussy pulsating against my slippery wet face. Releasing my head, I stood up and she re-adjusted her clothing to our pre-trist status. Feeling slightly used, and still with the definite need to bust a nut, Mary said I’ve passed the first test, and now we must head back to the wedding party before they deploy a search party. Somewhat frustrated, but not wanting to show it, I reluctantly agreed.
On the walk back, I was thinking to myself, First test?! She must have sensed my exasperation, because she said I want your phone number and I’ll send you a text for our next phase. Perplexed, I ask, what’s the next phase? She replied that “I want a shot at that dick of yours.” Ok, stopping in my tracks which pulled her hand and spun her into my arms, I said, how ‘bout right now? She laughed, and said, “my husband has got to be present for that, my dear” and resumed walking back to the party. Never having someone watching me passionately pound a woman’s pussy to a screaming orgasm, let alone her husband, had me question my ability to accommodate her desires. But at the time, my other head was doing ALL the thinking, I willfully agreed.
That night was special for me, and horny as hell, I pretty much raped my wife when we got home (but you can’t rape the willing). It was three weeks later, and I still received no word from Mary, so I reluctantly chalked that night up to a passing fling. Although I day dreamt about her often those few weeks and fantasized what the “next phase” held in store for me, I came to the realization that nothing was going to happen. It was only when I came to that conclusion, that I noticed a file it my email’s junk folder, titled, Next Phase. Without opening it yet, I knew precisely who the email was from, but curious as to its content. Actually, upon opening the message, I learned that I was wrong — it was from Mary’s husband, Roger. I briefly met Roger that night in the wedding receiving line, but not much beyond that. In his message, he stated that he’d like to meet and chat with me. So we agreed to meet at a bar halfway between his town and my city (about 20miles from each direction). I walked through the doors of the dimly lit bar, searching for a person that I barely remembered what he looked like. Thankfully, Roger caught my attention and waved me over, as he was sitting in a partitioned corner booth at the very end of the room. As I got closer, I could eventually see Mary sitting in the booth across from Roger. Oh boy, I thought, here goes nothin’.
They both invited me to sit with them in the booth, so I sat with Mary, across from Roger. Once again, Mary was dressed fairly provocatively, for a casual night out on the town. Through the initial small chat, I kept my eyes focused on Roger, as not to allow my eyes offend anyone by wandering where they might not be wanted.....just in case. That’s when Roger asked me, “so how’d my wife taste the other night.” Shocked at his bluntness, I must have sounded like an idiot, because he followed with, “don’t worry, she told me all about it, and it’s all good. Did you enjoy yourself?” I nodded and said you’re a very lucky man, Roger. Not many 40+ year women have a gorgeous body like Mary’s. He said, “good, I’m glad to hear that. I’m assuming she informed you about the next phase?” I said yes, and what does that mean, exactly? He replied, “you can have her whenever, wherever, and however you want, as long as I’m present. And, in real life, she’s very confident and dominant, but submissive in the bedroom. Are you ok with those terms?” Of course, I said. Surprisingly, Roger was successful at calming my nerves on the subject, and our chatting transformed into my feeling as if I were reliving old times with great personal friends. During that time, as if approved by a nod from Roger, Mary placed her hand on my thigh, close to my crotch. While chatting with Roger, I leaned over to Mary and instructed her to stealthfully unzip my pants from under the table. She looked at me surprised, but submitted to my direction. After unzipping, she attempted to pull out my ever growing member, when I looked straight at Roger and said, “now Mary, crawl under the table and suck my cock.” Gasping at first, but after looking for Roger’s approval, she said, “OK!” Crawling to her knees by contorting herself to fit under the table, I lost sight of her. I felt her position herself between my legs, resting her forearms on my thighs, and finishing to release my dick from my pants. Awkward to take it out, I re-adjusted my seating position by scooting my hips down towards her face, so she could pull my pants down enough to effectively access my erection. Wow, was she great at giving head — actually, the best I’d ever had in my life......and from under a table nonetheless! I guess that I passed that phase, because when we were finally ready to depart the bar, Roger said, “we’ll be contacting you shortly for some additional extra curricular activities.” They both gave me a hug, and we all went on our ways.
A couple days later, I received another email from Roger and Mary to join them at their house, on the upcoming Saturday evening. When I showed up and parked in their driveway, even though our last meet I felt completely comfortable with them, I couldn’t help but to feel nervous in anticipation of what was about to happen once I go through their front door. I took a deep breath, opened my car door and proceeded to walk up and ring the doorbell. Once the door opened, my nerves were summarily relaxed as both Mary and Roger welcomed me warmly as an old friend. After Mary left for the kitchen to get everyone drinks, I told Roger that I’m gonna go ahead and take the reins from here. He replied with, “you’re fitting in just fine, ‘cause that’s exactly what we needed.” So when Mary re-entered the living room with drinks for everyone, I pointed to a corner chair, and instructed Roger to take a seat and not to touch himself, but to enjoy the show. He did as instructed, then I turned my attention to Mary. I told Mary to slowly and seductively strip down to her underwear as I sat back on their couch. Oh my word, she’s got a 25 year old’s body, with curves in all the right places! As she finished, I could clearly see her shaven pussy lips through her semi-transparent bikini style underwear. The rest of the story transpired as you’d imagine, but can elaborate further if requested via my email below.
From that night to present, I still add that special excitement to Mary and Roger’s sexual lives as they’ve accepted me as their full-time bull. From time to time, I allow Roger to play with us, but he mostly enjoys the thrill of watching his dearly devoted little wife get assaulted and stretched by my throbbing cock multiple times via every available hole, then he gets to clean-up the resulting mess. I change things up every now and again, introducing more explorable options to their sexual desires. I realize everyone’s experience is different, but that’s how I became a fulfilling bull to a really awesome couple.
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A few years ago, my wife and I attended the wedding of a family friend’s son to a beautiful young girl. After entering the ceremonial venue and placing our wrapped present onto the gift table, we noticed a line forming in order to shake hands and greet both families via a receiving line. My wife started through the line just ahead of me, hugging the close family friends and introducing herself to the all the family members — I followed suit. Almost nearing the end of the line, I meet the mother of the bride (fairly young at 42yrs for having a daughter newly getting married). That night especially, Mary was exceptionally sexy looking wearing a semi-sparkling full-length hip-hugging dress with a slit up the side to her hip showcasing her hour glass figure. Her bust line was exposed low enough to barely reveal the roundness of her still luscious breasts. Apparently Mary noticed my shock and awe at her beauty, because when she took my hand for the customary greeting, she wouldn’t release her grip and leaned in to share a whisper in my ear. Leaning forward, this provided me with a fantastic view of her supple breasts. She asked me if I liked what I saw, and gently kissed my cheek. Surprised, I pulled my head back and looked her eye to eye, only to learn that she was still awaiting a serious answer to her question. Still shocked, all I could really utter was a broken “ummm.....yeah.....definitely!” Well good, she said, because there’s more of that later tonight. She then slowly released my hand, I stepped to the side ready to great her husband as the next person, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I continued to migrate further down the line.
Dinner, cake and fun wedding festivities ensued until the dancing started. I initially danced with my wife on the overly crowded dance floor, then swapped partners occasionally when Mary came out of nowhere to grab my hand and shoulder to become my new dance partner. I felt a little out of sorts at the time because she indicated a desire to slow dance even though the song was fast paced, but I played along. Well hello big boy, were her only words for most of the dance. I could tell by her breath that Mary had already had a few to drink and was quickly on her way to being tipsy. I looked around for my wife on the floor, but she was too busy laughing and having fun with others to notice me at the time. After a couple rounds of songs, Mary dropped her right hand from my waist to cup my ass. With a gentle squeeze, I could hear her say to herself, “yeah, that’ll do nicely.” I felt a tingle in my crotch, so I returned a butt caressing squeeze of my own, and noticed that she was wearing a sexy string thong. I pulled her hips close pressing my now engorging member against her stomach. Slightly pulling away and looking down at my belt line, she whispered over the loud music, “oooh, I’m gonna have fun with that! Are you game?” More than you know, I said. She quickly grabbed my hand, turned and escorted me off the dance floor to a dark and secluded location a hundred yards from the crowded ceremony festivities.
As the music is a mere muffle now, Mary places her back to the building wall and pulled me in close. I cupped her right cheek with one hand, and held the back of her head with the other. We kissed passionately, and my hands started to wander. After verifying that her tits felt as fantastic as they looked, my right hand dropped to her hip where the slit started. I parted the slit with my fingers to cup her ass on bare skin this time. By reaching down around her ass, my head was now at her shoulder where I continued to kiss, slowly working my way down her chest. Leaning her head back, she moaned a gasp of air as my lips wrapped around one of her nipples. At this point, I migrated to kneeling and lift her dress to the side enough to expose her bright red silky thong, which barely covered her lips. With my right hand still cupping her ass cheek, my left hand pulled her thong to the side. My nose was now an inch from her beautifully shaven mound. She sighed when my exhale slightly blew against her sensitively ready skin, and lifted one of her legs over my back. I moved-in closer to gently kiss above her lips. She grabbed the back of my head with the intention to direct me to home base, when I said, “nope, not yet.” Then I parted her lips with my nose, sending her into a frenzy.....so I made circles around the area, kissing and tongue darting here and there. Then I took one full labia into my mouth and sucked which intentionally pulled her clit. With my broad tongue, I lapped back and forth from the lowest part of her opening to the clit, working my tongue into the hole as much as possible. She couldn’t take much more, grabbed my head, and forced me to finish her before I planned. My thoughts was to stand, unleash my caged lion, and pile drive her into that wall. But as I looked up, I could see her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she proceeded to violently convulse and cum into my mouth. With clenched teeth and curled toes, she goaned loudly as I could feel her pussy pulsating against my slippery wet face. Releasing my head, I stood up and she re-adjusted her clothing to our pre-trist status. Feeling slightly used, and still with the definite need to bust a nut, Mary said I’ve passed the first test, and now we must head back to the wedding party before they deploy a search party. Somewhat frustrated, but not wanting to show it, I reluctantly agreed.
On the walk back, I was thinking to myself, First test?! She must have sensed my exasperation, because she said I want your phone number and I’ll send you a text for our next phase. Perplexed, I ask, what’s the next phase? She replied that “I want a shot at that dick of yours.” Ok, stopping in my tracks which pulled her hand and spun her into my arms, I said, how ‘bout right now? She laughed, and said, “my husband has got to be present for that, my dear” and resumed walking back to the party. Never having someone watching me passionately pound a woman’s pussy to a screaming orgasm, let alone her husband, had me question my ability to accommodate her desires. But at the time, my other head was doing ALL the thinking, I willfully agreed.
That night was special for me, and horny as hell, I pretty much raped my wife when we got home (but you can’t rape the willing). It was three weeks later, and I still received no word from Mary, so I reluctantly chalked that night up to a passing fling. Although I day dreamt about her often those few weeks and fantasized what the “next phase” held in store for me, I came to the realization that nothing was going to happen. It was only when I came to that conclusion, that I noticed a file it my email’s junk folder, titled, Next Phase. Without opening it yet, I knew precisely who the email was from, but curious as to its content. Actually, upon opening the message, I learned that I was wrong — it was from Mary’s husband, Roger. I briefly met Roger that night in the wedding receiving line, but not much beyond that. In his message, he stated that he’d like to meet and chat with me. So we agreed to meet at a bar halfway between his town and my city (about 20miles from each direction). I walked through the doors of the dimly lit bar, searching for a person that I barely remembered what he looked like. Thankfully, Roger caught my attention and waved me over, as he was sitting in a partitioned corner booth at the very end of the room. As I got closer, I could eventually see Mary sitting in the booth across from Roger. Oh boy, I thought, here goes nothin’.
They both invited me to sit with them in the booth, so I sat with Mary, across from Roger. Once again, Mary was dressed fairly provocatively, for a casual night out on the town. Through the initial small chat, I kept my eyes focused on Roger, as not to allow my eyes offend anyone by wandering where they might not be wanted.....just in case. That’s when Roger asked me, “so how’d my wife taste the other night.” Shocked at his bluntness, I must have sounded like an idiot, because he followed with, “don’t worry, she told me all about it, and it’s all good. Did you enjoy yourself?” I nodded and said you’re a very lucky man, Roger. Not many 40+ year women have a gorgeous body like Mary’s. He said, “good, I’m glad to hear that. I’m assuming she informed you about the next phase?” I said yes, and what does that mean, exactly? He replied, “you can have her whenever, wherever, and however you want, as long as I’m present. And, in real life, she’s very confident and dominant, but submissive in the bedroom. Are you ok with those terms?” Of course, I said. Surprisingly, Roger was successful at calming my nerves on the subject, and our chatting transformed into my feeling as if I were reliving old times with great personal friends. During that time, as if approved by a nod from Roger, Mary placed her hand on my thigh, close to my crotch. While chatting with Roger, I leaned over to Mary and instructed her to stealthfully unzip my pants from under the table. She looked at me surprised, but submitted to my direction. After unzipping, she attempted to pull out my ever growing member, when I looked straight at Roger and said, “now Mary, crawl under the table and suck my cock.” Gasping at first, but after looking for Roger’s approval, she said, “OK!” Crawling to her knees by contorting herself to fit under the table, I lost sight of her. I felt her position herself between my legs, resting her forearms on my thighs, and finishing to release my dick from my pants. Awkward to take it out, I re-adjusted my seating position by scooting my hips down towards her face, so she could pull my pants down enough to effectively access my erection. Wow, was she great at giving head — actually, the best I’d ever had in my life......and from under a table nonetheless! I guess that I passed that phase, because when we were finally ready to depart the bar, Roger said, “we’ll be contacting you shortly for some additional extra curricular activities.” They both gave me a hug, and we all went on our ways.
A couple days later, I received another email from Roger and Mary to join them at their house, on the upcoming Saturday evening. When I showed up and parked in their driveway, even though our last meet I felt completely comfortable with them, I couldn’t help but to feel nervous in anticipation of what was about to happen once I go through their front door. I took a deep breath, opened my car door and proceeded to walk up and ring the doorbell. Once the door opened, my nerves were summarily relaxed as both Mary and Roger welcomed me warmly as an old friend. After Mary left for the kitchen to get everyone drinks, I told Roger that I’m gonna go ahead and take the reins from here. He replied with, “you’re fitting in just fine, ‘cause that’s exactly what we needed.” So when Mary re-entered the living room with drinks for everyone, I pointed to a corner chair, and instructed Roger to take a seat and not to touch himself, but to enjoy the show. He did as instructed, then I turned my attention to Mary. I told Mary to slowly and seductively strip down to her underwear as I sat back on their couch. Oh my word, she’s got a 25 year old’s body, with curves in all the right places! As she finished, I could clearly see her shaven pussy lips through her semi-transparent bikini style underwear. The rest of the story transpired as you’d imagine, but can elaborate further if requested via my email below.
From that night to present, I still add that special excitement to Mary and Roger’s sexual lives as they’ve accepted me as their full-time bull. From time to time, I allow Roger to play with us, but he mostly enjoys the thrill of watching his dearly devoted little wife get assaulted and stretched by my throbbing cock multiple times via every available hole, then he gets to clean-up the resulting mess. I change things up every now and again, introducing more explorable options to their sexual desires. I realize everyone’s experience is different, but that’s how I became a fulfilling bull to a really awesome couple.
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