Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... started Claire, staring at the cage, "do you use *that*?"

Samuel smiled. There was a slight devilishness to it, his eyes narrowing ever so.

I swallowed. Hard.

"Some of my clients have particular 'needs'. I like to ensure I can cater for all whims."

I saw my wife shiver a little.

"Let me show you the main bedroom."

He waited for us to leave, closing the door behind himself. We moved to the second door on the right and went in.

Much more sedate. This room was the same creamy white as the rest of the apartment. In the middle was an enormous white bed, a large ceiling mounted mirror above it. There was another full-length mirror in the wall at the end of the bed. To the right of the bed was an open door leading to what looked like a large en-suite.

He ushered us out again, pointing to the door at the end of the corridor.

"The main bathroom is down there Neil. Please, Claire," - he put his hand lightly around my wife's waist, gently suggesting she move back to the main living room - "let's get you more comfortable whilst your husband freshens up."

Holy Christ, this was really happening. All the fantasising, all the dirty talk, all the times I'd jacked off thinking about my wife getting fucked, bulled, *dominated*...

I looked back over my shoulder, about to go in, to see Claire look back over hers at me - our eyes met. I don't think I'd ever felt so powerful an emotional cocktail: trepidation, maybe even some guilt, but most of all, absolute, ...

... knock-your-socks-off next-level fucking horniness. She smiled a small little smile, looking very unsure, perhaps scared even, but at the same time, sexy, a little glint in her eye that said she didn't know what was going to happen, but she was sure as hell looking forward to finding out.

I finished up as quick as I possibly could, walking back to the main room.

Just at the door, I paused, almost unsure I wanted to see what was on the other side. I'd built the fantasy up in my head so much, but now, now it was so close to becoming reality...

I didn't just walk straight back in. Instead, I stood there, the door ajar, and looked in to see...

Samuel was sat in the middle of the sofa, Claire perched to his side, twisted, facing him, her back to me. I could see the big man's hands, one on my wife's upper thigh, the other on the small of her back, holding her, pulling him into her.

"You find me attractive, don't you Claire?" he said. It sounded less a question, more a statement of fact.

"Yes," she whispered back, "I find you very attractive."

I could see his hand move up her leg a little, squeezing her thigh.

"Do you want me kiss me?"

He leaned in closer, his face a mere centimetre from my wife's.

"Yes," she murmured, "I want to kiss you."

The sheer, unadulterated *desire* in her voice shocked me. I knew this was what I wanted, but a small part of me still felt a jealous pang, hearing her say those words with such *feeling*.

He pulled her onto ...