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I submitted to her Bull

... Jack's grizzled face. He sucked and bit her, his own passion rising. She sat up, on his chest now. She was sitting on the head of his cock now, rocking back and forth slowly, opening herself. "Timmy, I need you to put Uncle Jack's cock in me. Is that OK my love?" I heard every word, but I couldn't speak. In my dumb stupor, I still realized what I was doing. I had been cuckolded. My wife has taken a lover, an old man. She was consumed by him. I had allowed this, more than allowed it. I was complicit, an observer, and a participant. She wanted me, now, to help them consummate, again, their lust. In this triangle, in this situation, I was cuckolded, neutered and serving them. "Good, Timmy," Anna said, turning to me. Her hand stroked my hair, gently, lovingly. "Kiss it." I did. Softly, I kissed Jack's cock three times. I licked quickly too. My own act of worship. Anna giggled. "Good boy. Now, put your face in his big balls. The smell is heavenly." Anna pressed my face there. I breathed deeply. It was musty. It smelt of man – sweat and flesh, and urine and underneath sex, Anna's juices, and arse too. I thought I smelt wood, damp wood. It was overwhelming. Not heavenly at all. It was a strong, heavy, masculine smell. It was so, so sexy. I had my face pressed into Jack's enormous, hairy scrotum and I was d***k on it. I watched it all from the floor our bed; Jack taking, ravishing my beautiful wife Anna. Now as I write this down, certain things come back to me clearly, some are a ...

... blur, like a dream. But with this panic and dread came a huge joy, at finding myself, my true place, at seeing my beloved Anna truly, deeply pleasured, at seeing her so deliriously in lust and in love with Jack. Part of the joy was relief at having touched Jack's wondrous cock, at kissing it, at inhaling his scent. I had finally broken through that barrier to touch another man sexually. This is what I am, I told myself -- the boy, the wimp, the queer little cuckold, the emasculated husband. In my heart I felt so grateful that I was allowed to be there watching it all. Anna, in Jack's hands, became pure sex. My wife, the mother of my daughter, my lovely companion... became a hungry slut, able to take the monstrous cock of another man, and loving it. While she was with jack, she shed all that was wifely and maternal in her. She was not the person I knew and loved. Anna was in a swoon for Jack, giving herself up for him entirely, and it was a beautiful transformation. jack, of course, was regal, powerful, arrogant and completely dominating. He didn't need to say a word, Anna threw herself at him. At first she slowly rose and fell on him, grinding and twisting. She would pause every few minutes to bring her beautiful lips to his ugly worn face, to kiss and lick his features, the creased and loose skin on his chest and neck and his steely dark nipples, to knead the huge misshapen pectoral muscles, she lifted his arms to lick his armpits, she slavered at his ears, and she tenderly ...