Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... him.

"Open your eyes Claire. Look at me whilst you kiss me."

I watched my wife lean into the big bull, his hand disappearing underneath her skirt, moving closer to her pussy. I watched, watched as she shivered in his hold, watched as she started to properly kiss him, a little moan emanating from her.

I felt like a voyeur, which was crazy - *I* was paying for this! I knew I should go in, but I just remained frozen, rooted to the spot, watching as Samuel's hand moved forcefully between Claire's legs, my wife squealing as he evidently started to play with her, her hips bucking.

My dick felt as hard as a rock.

Samuel's eyes looked up, over Claire's shoulder, looking over at *me*.

He pulled himself away from my wife, Claire letting out a soft moan, her head falling forwards, leaning on his chest. I could see his arm moving, his hand obviously playing with her, playing with my wife as he looked straight at me and smiled; that same predator/prey dynamic sprang to mind again.

"Hello Neil - I'm rubbing your little wife's gorgeous wet pussy."

The bull, still smiling all the while, adjusted himself slightly, his arm dropping down a little, clearly intent on upping the foreplay. He kept his eyes locked on mine, grinning, as he leant forward and down a little, his arm dropping.

Holy *fuck*, I could actually *hear* it from where I stood, hear the sloppy wet sounds of the man finger-fucking my wife!

Claire let out a startled little cry, her head popping off ...

... the man's chest, lifting up, looking at him.

"Fuck!" she cried, wrapping both arms around Samuel's shoulders, her nails digging into his deltoids, her head dropping down again, biting at his clothes.

"Please, Neil," he smiled, adjusting his arm again, Claire gasping again, moaning, biting him harder, "why don't you sit down behind me and look into your wife's eyes whilst I pleasure her?"

My brain kicked back into gear, my feet suddenly unglued from the floor, as if I'd been waiting for this man's *permission* to come in.

It was crazy; I don't know why I'd hung back, why I'd waited for *him* to invite *me* in, invite me in to watch him playing with my wife, a privilege I was paying for. I wasn't a 'watcher' by nature, I didn't want to be sat in a closest, away from the action; hell, I was normally pretty 'in charge' in the bedroom. But this... somehow, the normal rules didn't quite apply. It just naturally felt like *he* was in charge, like *he* should call the shots. I guess that's what a 'bull' does, right?

I walked round the pair, quickly, looking down to my right to see my wife, eyes firmly closed, her mouth biting down hard, a chunk of the man's shirt held tight between her teeth.

Oh my God, I could actually see my wife's legs spread wide for the big bull, his large hand pushed right up against her, two big, dark fingers obviously buried up to the hilt!

He just smiled again, still looking at me, then flexed the digits apart, stretching my wife's soaking ...