Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... sexy things for a date night we'd organised."

"Good idea," I said, trying to sidle closer to the bags as Claire's eyes narrowed, watching me closely, "you can't be caught out in some complex story you've concocted if you just *omit* things."

"My thoughts exactly," she agreed, moving the bags away again.

"But you're ignoring my question - ground rules."

"You didn't ask a question," I said, a smug expression on my face. My wife gently slapped my chest in mock annoyance.

"You know what I mean!" she squeaked, "We need to establish some basic rules. For example," - she nodded at the bags of lingerie in front of her - "I will only wear underwear I specifically buy for the occasion with Samuel."

I *was* a bit confused by that. She had plenty of nice, sexy stuff - what the hell was the issue with it?

"I don't get that. I mean, that lovely little blue number you wore for my birthday - what's wrong with that?"

Claire just stared at me, an expression of genuine hurt on her face.

"That was for *your* birthday! It's just for *you*, and you alone! I might be sleeping with this man, but *you're* my husband!"

Oops. Here was my gorgeous, sexy wife, trying to make clear that, even though I wanted her fucked by a big bull, there were still important distinctions to be made; she might have a bull, but *I* was the important one here, *I* was the one she still kept 'for your eyes only' things for.

I immediately felt guilty, holding my arms out in front of me, wide ...

... apart, to signal my contrition and desire for a hug. She embraced me, snuggling her face into my neck.

"I'm sorry baby," I whispered.

She pulled herself away from me, smiling again, clearly forgiving my minor faux pas.

"That's OK. But look, *ground-rules*."

She put extra emphasis on the phrase.

"Number 1 - condoms. He may be all checked out, but I'm not getting pregnant!"

Shit! How dumb can a man be?! I'd not even considered *that*! I'd had the op some years back, so it just never came to mind. Granted, some small, sordid little part of my brain was busily fantasising about her bull's child growing in her swollen belly... But Jesus, no! I mean, the *reality* of that would have been too awful to contemplate.

"Christ, no! Yes, 100% - condoms are a must."

There was one other thing on my mind... I turned away from Claire, staring away out of the glass doors, into the fading afternoon outside.

"What about photos?" I asked.

"Photos?" replied my wife, seemingly surprised. "I'd honestly not thought about it. Why, do you want a 'souvenir'?"

She smiled her sexy little smile at me.

"*Hell* yes! I want to be able to capture my wife being ravaged on record forever!"

"OK, but nothing online! No cloud! I do *not* want anything popping up on the internet!"

"No problem."

"One final one - we do all of this together."

I chuckled to myself.

"I don't think it's very likely *I'm* going to be making any trips on my own!"

Claire playfully slapped ...