Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... that, *then*, *that* was when things really changed. My wife was giving herself to him. Not just physically, but mentally, whole-heartedly; she was submitting her whole person to this big black bull.

"How does it look?" asked Samuel, over his shoulder at me, "Should I make your wife cum for me?"

Claire's eyes were these wide pools of lust, of raw physical need, imploring me, her mouth silently mouthing 'please' over and over again. I had never been so turned on in my whole life.

"It looks *so* fucking hot! Yes, make my wife cum for you!"

That hindsight bitch again; that's when I lost her, *that's* when I surrendered her, gave her away. That, right then, her hearing me say those words, that's when I think something permanently switched in our relationship. But that wasn't what I was thinking about at that moment...

The big bull just leaned into my wife's ear again, whispering, "You can cum now Claire. Look at your husband as I make you cum for me."

"Oh my God!" she screamed, her body quaking, her eyes fixed on mine, "I'm cumming! I'm *cumming*!"

She shook, violently, her hands clawing at the back of the man's shirt, her lower legs kicking up, her feet quivering like she was being electrocuted. Jesus Christ, she'd *never* cum that hard before!

Samuel just held her there, letting Claire's shaking subside slightly, gently withdrawing his fingers, a messy slurping sound audible as they came out. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, her eyes closed, ...

... panting.

He stood, gently pulling my exhausted wife off his big frame, Claire falling back onto the sofa, still fully dressed.

As he walked to the kitchen, I moved forward on the sofa, taking the place he'd been, leaning over my wife, gently stroking her face. She looked like an angel - albeit, one who'd just had their world rocked from being finger-fucked - I'd never seen her look so damn happy.

"Let me pour you another drink each. Claire, I think you might need it!" He laughed.

"Uuuuh, oh, yes, please - drink!"

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Claire sat forward on the sofa, reaching for the large glass of water. She drank the whole thing down, as if she knew that hydration was going to be important over the next few hours.

I was almost in shock at the sheer, raw sexiness of what I'd just witnessed.

"Samuel, that was *amazingly* hot!" I enthused, grinning from ear to ear.

I almost surprised myself; I thought I might still feel a pang of jealously, but no, I just felt *happy*. Oh, and insanely aroused.

The bull, seated to the side of us on one of the recliners, smiled happily, as if he were aware that something big, some major change had just taken place. He looked like he *knew* what this all meant... I wish I had, then.

"I would tend to agree Neil! That *was* sexy! Your wife is a very hot young woman!"

Claire took a sip of her wine. She looked to her right, at me, a broad beatific smile on her face.

"I don't know if I've ever *felt* so sexy!"

She shivered again; ...