Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... expression on her face that I had.

"Aren't you going to put a condom on?" she said in a small voice.

The big bull just laughed.

"No! I never use a condom! I want you to feel *me* inside of you!"

"But..."

She turned her head, looking over at me, wearing an almost heartbroken visage.

"Er, Samuel," I managed, "it's just that, er, we agreed beforehand - there would have to be a condom."

He stepped back off of the bed, a set expression on his face.

"I am sorry then, but this is far as we can go. I cannot wear a condom."

Shit.

"But...but..." started Claire, her hand already stroking her pussy, readying herself, "I *need* you inside me!"

She looked back over at me, imploringly.

"I am sorry Claire, Neil," said Samuel, stooping to retrieve his shirt, "but that is simply how it is."

Well, I guess that was that. We'd agreed all of this beforehand, all the ground rules, all the lines we wouldn't cross. Hell, it was my *wife* who'd demanded the condom!

"I'm sorry too," I started, bending down to retrieve Claire's expensive bra.

"No!" she cried, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit, "Please, I *need* this!"

She turned again to look at me, her eyes begging, pleading.

"Baby, what if I go back on the pill? *Tomorrow*. And I took the morning-after too?"

The fuck?! These were *her* rules!

"Claire!" I shouted, shocked at what I was hearing from my supposedly sensible wife, "Listen to yourself! You can't be serious?!"

"I am *deadly* ...

... serious!" she intoned, her voice suddenly stern, demanding. "I *have* to have that cock inside me!"

"Jesus Claire! We talked about this, we talked and we *agreed* - condom or no sex! What the hell?!"

I wasn't angry, per se, just amazed at the volte face. I mean, I've had good orgasms too, but come on...

"Neil..." my wife stared.

I could see Samuel, standing at the end of the bed, a knowing smile on his face. He'd dropped his shirt again. That didn't augur well...

"Baby, please, be sensible!"

"Neil Saunders, if you love me, you're going to let this man fuck me! If you don't..."

She just left the threat unfinished, hanging there in the air, loaded.

"What the fuck does that mean?!"

She ducked it.

"Please baby, *please*! I promise - first thing tomorrow, I'll go to the chemists! Just this once... Please baby!"

I just stared, mouth agog. I know my wife - fuck, I *thought* I did! - and once she's got something fixed in her head, there's not much that can be done to shift it.

Sod it, we'd come this far. I was studiously ignoring the bit of my brain screaming at me that this was a *very* bad idea. The chemist would mean no risk, it was just this once, it was what *I* wanted to see, I loved my wife...

On and on my stupid rationalising brain went, churning out reason after reason why this was OK, when deep down, I knew it wasn't.

Horny idiot me won. But God damn it, did that big bull have to look all the while so *sure* he knew what the outcome ...