Taken by the Bull: Cuckolded & Humiliated (f/m/m)

by Natasha Hunter

  Taken by the Bull

  Cuckolded & Humiliated

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2017

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  "One more hour to go," Caleb thought as he gave a glance to his iPhone to check the time. It had been a long day, though felt twice as long due to the fact that his wife, Jenna, was arranging a surprise for him after work. It started that morning with him waking up to her nuzzled between his legs greedily sucking on his cock. The shock of having her wicked little mouth slurping at his dick made him cum in about two seconds. She swallowed and asked for more.

  She was never satisfied.

  She promised him a surprise that morning and he spent the entire day nervously checking his phone in anticipation. With Jenna, there was no telling what she would get up to.

  Just before lunch, she sent him a text.

  Jenna: Thinking about this morning has me all hot and bothered. My pussy is still tingling! I just wish you would have been able to fuck me a second time. It isn't your fault though.

  Though he felt humiliated at the fact that he couldn't get it up a third time for his wife, he knew that she was most likely on the prowl for someone who could. Her sexual appetite was twice that of his. She wanted it all the time and he simply couldn't keep up.

  The next text from her was a picture, an intimate view of her lacy black panties pulled to the side, her shaved pussy on display for him.

  Caleb: Where are you?

  Jenna: In the car...

  Caleb: Where are you going?

  Jenna: You'll see. ;)

  Twenty minutes later (which felt like four hours to him), she texted a picture of an adult store, followed by a series of photos from inside. She sent random pictures of various items—blowup dolls, riding crops, and flavored gels. The next few pictures were of vibrators and dildos in different sizes and colors. The last picture was of an enormous black dildo, twice the thickness of his own cock and several inches longer.

  Jenna: Mmm, I like this one. What do you think? Would you like to watch me fucking myself with this gigantic thing?

  Caleb: Whatever you want, babe.

  Jenna: Mmmm. I want it all. But, I think maybe...

  Caleb: Think what?

  He waited for a response and started to grow nervous when she didn't respond to his text. A feeling of anxiousness settled into the pit of his stomach.

  Caleb: You there?

  He waited for another ten minutes, his stomach fluttery with a mixture of excitement and worry. He knew what she was capable of. Finally, his phone vibrated with an incoming message. She had sent a short video clip. He went to his work truck and locked the door for privacy, then slid his finger over the play arrow. The screen lit with her beautiful face. She blew him a kiss while smiling mischievously, then spun the camera around for an outward view. She was still in the adult store. The camera focused on a black male standing near her. Caleb judged his age to be around twenty-four or twenty-five, tall, with an athletic build.He wore a wife beater and basketball shorts.

  "Say hello, Reshawn." Jenna prompted with a sultry voice. He knew by that tone what was on her mind.

  The black man smiled nervously, "Hello."

  She focused the camera back on her face, "Reshawn is helping me choose a dildo for you babe. He suggests this one." She held up an enormous black dildo and flicked her tongue at the tip. "He also says he will show me how to use it." The corners of her lips curled devilishly. "So, we are going to sneak off into the dressing room and Reshawn is going to shove this big black dildo into my tight little pussy. I'm going to record the whole thing for you, babe. Aren't I the greatest wife ever?"

  The camera angled to the floor as the pair of them walked off. A few seconds later it showed a mirror inside of a dressing room. She propped it onto a bench where the whole thing could be recorded.

  She lifted her blue sundress up to her waist after pulling off her panties, exposing her shaved pussy to the mirror and Reshawn. He stood behind her, staring at her in the mirror with a devious glint in his big dark eyes. His big black hands roamed across her white tits, tugging at the fabric as he pinched her stiff nipples. He dropped a hand to her pussy and began rubbing his middle finger through her wet folds.

  "Fuck me with that big black dildo," she said in that bossy tone she sometimes used with Caleb. "I want to be stretched out and fucked hard and good. I need something big inside of me."

  Reshawn licked the side of her neck. "I'd rather give you the real thing, sweetthing. Why settle for a dildo when you have a real big black cock here for you to play with?"

  She made a gaspy sound followed by a little purr of delight. "You won't mind, will you darling? Just pretend he is a dildo, nothing more."

  Reshawn slid his thumbs beneath the waistband of his shorts and slid them down his long lanky legs along with his boxers, then tugged off his tank top. He stood behind her, naked and fully erect. He then slid a big, black hand beneath her pale white thigh and lifted it, splitting her legs. The head of his cock eased through her pink folds from behind.

  Jenna moaned loudly as she slicked his cock with her womanly juices. "Fuck me. I want that big black dick inside of me!" Jenna pleaded. "Please."

  Reshawn growled as he thrust into her tight little hole.

  "Oh, fuck!" Jenna exclaimed. "I've never felt anything so big! Your cock is enormous!"

  "Can your man fuck you like this?" he asked as he slammed into her, his big black balls bouncing from the momentum.

  "No." Jenna gasped, then sucked in a deep breath. "He tries, but he simply can't."

  "Why not?" Reshawn asked as he practically bounced her body on his enormous cock.

  "His cock is little," she giggled, as if it were the funniest thing in the world admitting her husband had a small cock.

  "Yeah? How little?" His dick slid in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

  "It is so small. He has a tiny little penis. I love him anyhow, but that doesn't change the fact that he can't satisfy me like you can! When he tries to fuck me I can barely feel him. It is pathetic."

  Her words stung, but Caleb couldn't stop watching the video. He was hypnotized by the sight of his wife being impaled by another man. This wasn't the first time she had slept with someone else, but it was the first time he'd been allowed to watch. Usually, she would go on dates, and then come home and tell him about what she had gotten up to at the end of the evening. Sometimes she'd go straight to sleep after giving him the details, and other times she'd demand that he clean up the mess. She would grab him by the hair and force his head between her legs to lick up another man's cum.

  "And, you like big cock, don't you little girl? You like being fucked by another man who can satisfy you?" Reshawn held her tightly as he pistoned his cock in and out of her pretty pink pussy.

  "Uh huh!" She said in between sensual gasps. "I love it."

  "You love what? Say it." Reshawn's voice was guttural and low.

  "I love your big black cock!" she said in a higher-pitched voice, close to orgasm. "I love your big fat black cock! It feels soooooo good inside of my little pussy."

  Reshawn grunted, "Cum on my dick. Let me feel you cum."

  She bit down on her lip as her head jerked back against his shoulder. Her body shuddered and trembled. A look of pure bliss washed across her pale face, her skin practically glowing from the pleasure coursing through her. "Oh, damn! Your cock is magnificent!" she gasped. "'I love it."

  He buried his f
ace into the crook of her neck, licking and sucking at her skin as he thrust deeply into her. "And you're going to love my cum."

  "No! Don't cum inside of me!" she panted, her perfect tits bouncing. Sweat glistened her skin. "Pull out!"

  Reshawn tried to pull out but didn't quite make it. White creamy liquid coated her pussy lips and dripped down her thigh. "Sorry...I tried."

  She watched in the mirror as Reshawn pulled out of her, causing a gush of more cum to trickle from her pussy. A smile stretched across her pretty mouth. "It's ok, I guess. I do like cum..." She swiped her fingertip across her pussy then plopped it into her mouth, tasting him.

  "Hope you liked your little treat, darling. Since he came inside of me, you know what you'll have to do..." The corners of her mouth curled up.

  The recording ended.

  Moments later he received a text.

  Jenna: Hurry home babe. You have work to do.

  Caleb left work somewhat early, unable to wait any longer. As he pushed open the door to their house, he saw her shoes kicked off haphazardly by the sofa. Her purse sat on the floor beside her shoes. Several bags from the adult store littered the coffee table.

  "I'm waiting..." she called out in a sensual, whimpery tone from the bedroom.

  He hurried to her and stepped into the room. She lay stretched out across their bed, completely nude, tangled in their white silk sheets. She had the look of someone who had been fucked, utterly and completely. Her skin glistened, her hair was tumbled up, and her mascara was slightly smudged beneath her eyes.

  She never looked more beautiful.

  "Sorry darling, I couldn't wait. I just..."

  "I know," he said as he neared the bed. "You needed to get fucked by a big black cock."

  "Mmmhmm. But now I want you."

  Caleb raked his gaze down the length of her sinewy body, admiring every toned muscle and every soft curve. Her body was delectable and made for fucking, for being filled with cock and pleasured until she trembled. "You want me to lick you?"

  She gave a little nod of her head as she cupped one of her breasts. Her fingertip rolled across her pert nipple. "You need to clean me up and get me ready." She spread her legs and he could see the evidence of her afternoon with Reshawn.

  "Ready for?" Caleb asked as he quickly shed his clothes, then joined her on the bed. He climbed between her pale thighs and scattered soft kisses across her mound.

  "A date."

  His stomach lurched at the thought of her going out with yet another man so soon. Two in a single day? He'd never seen her so insatiable before. "Who is he?"

  "Reshawn's uncle. He said I should meet him, that he is a real Casampva because he has such a big dick."

  "Bigger than Reshawn's?" he asked as he swiped his tongue down the crease of her pussy, his mouth filling with a tangy tart mixture of cum and her womanly juices.

  "That's what he said. So, of course, I want to meet him." Jenna curled her fingers into Caleb's hair. "I can't imagine anyone having a bigger cock than Reshawn. It is almost scary to think about something that big!" Her voice was filled with excitement, though he couldn't tell if it was from the thought of Reshawn's uncle, or the feeling of his tongue on her clit.

  "Where are you going to meet him?"

  "You're going to go pick him up and bring him here."

  His breath caught as he lifted his head, his gaze questioning. "You've never brought a man here before."

  "So? First time for everything? Anyhow, what is the problem?"

  "I don't have a problem. I was just surprised," he answered honestly.

  "It's my house, too. If I want to invite people over, I should be able to."

  "You're right, of course." He delved his tongue between her folds and licked her from top to bottom, cleaning her as best he could while ignoring that sinking, jealous feeling that was threatening to overwhelm him. If she brought another man to their home, no doubt he would end up in their bed. Their bed had always been a private thing even if she was sleeping with others. But now, things were about to change, and he wasn't sure what to make of it.

  The thing that nagged him the most was the idea of her moving someone else into their home and replacing him. He could share her, of course, but he didn't want to be replaced. He loved her entirely too much to let her go. He would do anything to keep that from happening. Whatever she wanted, no questions asked.

  "Oh, Caleb, don't stop. That feels so good!" Her fingers tightened in his hair.

  He knew just how to please her. He paid extra attention to her clit as he eased two fingers into her pussy, thrusting them deeper with each sweep of his tongue.

  Jenna writhed and moaned, her breath quick and gaspy. God, he loved the sounds she made when she was about to cum. Her fingers tightened in his sandy blonde hair and she held his head to her as she lifted her hips, rubbing herself against his face and tongue. She was drenching wet, his lips and chin glistened with her sensual juices.

  "Ohhhhh, Caleb!" she moaned, her voice raspy. "Just like that. Please, don't stop!"

  He quickened the pace, lapping at her tender little clit like a man starved. His fingers pistoned, sliding through her silky warm tunnel, pushing deeper as he licked her pussy. Glancing up her body, he focused on her pretty face as he swirled his tongue around her clit in circles.

  Her breath caught as her back arched. "Caleb!" Her orgasm was full-bodied, sweeping through her like a tidal wave ravaging a shore. Torrents of pleasure cascaded through her and he licked her through the aftermath until she pushed his head away.

  He smirked up at her, feeling better. Even if he couldn't fuck her with a big huge cock, he could still make her cum with his fingers and tongue. He licked his lower lip, tasting her essence.

  Jenna gazed at him, blue eyes half-lidded, her smile languid. "That was amazing."

  He kissed her inner thigh, "You're amazing. I am so grateful to have you as my wife."

  She stroked her fingers through his hair, "You're pretty great too." A dimple deepened. "About tonight. Reshawn said his uncle is into some pretty kinky stuff. So, no matter what he does or asks for, I don't want you to freak out. Just go with the flow, okay? For me."

  His brow quirked, "So, I get to be there?"

  "Yes. Of course. He will be in our house, so why wouldn't you be here?"

  "I thought maybe you'd ask me to leave while he is here."

  "I'd rather you stay. It should be exciting." Her smile widened mischievously.

  *

  Caleb took his time driving through the east end of town as he followed the directions from his GPS. Reshawn's uncle, Raynell, lived in a modest house on a dead-end street in a neighborhood that had seen better days. Caleb pulled into the dirt driveway and nervously parked his car. Rain lightly misted the nighttime air. As he stepped out, he was careful not to land his foot in a mud puddle. A fleeting look of trepidation passed over his face before he made his way up the steps and knocked on an old screen door.

  From the opposite side of the door, he could hear old-time jazz music floating on the air. He inhaled a deep, calming breath before ringing the doorbell.

  "Caleb?" A tall, dark man asked after pulling the shoddy door open. He wore a cheap suit, though somehow made it work to his advantage. He had an even white smile, with eyes the color of coal. His skin was lighter than his nephews, and his head was shaved bald. Caleb guessed his age to be around thirty-five or so.

  "Yes. Caleb Moore." He held his hand out.

  "Raynell Tuck." He shook his hand, then closed the door behind him. "Thanks for the ride. My car is in the shop."

  "No problem." Caleb motioned to his car, not wanting to hang around for longer than necessary. "I suppose we should get going?"

  "Sounds good." Raynell followed him to the car and slid into the passenger seat. "Nice ride."

  "Thanks." Caleb started the car and backed out into the road, "Looks like we are going to get another storm soon."

  Raynell flicked his gaze up to the sky, "Yeah. Probably so." He fa
stened his seatbelt, then rolled his window down. Fresh, rain-scented air flowed through the car. "So. How long have you been a cuck?"

  Caleb coughed, obviously caught off guard by the question. "I uh... don't consider myself a cuck."

  Raynell chuckled. "You are picking a black man up to come to your house and fuck your pretty little white wife. Trust me, son, you're a cuck all the way."

  Caleb's cheeks flushed with embarrassed heat. "I just want my wife to be happy and satisfied."

  "Most cucks do." He lit up a cigarette. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Takes all kinds. And, if it works for you, it works. Don't matter what other people think."

  Caleb nodded. "I guess that makes sense."

  "The question still stands. How long you been doing this?"

  He decided to be completely honest. "We have been married for two years. Jenna started sleeping around about a year ago. Not a lot, just... a couple of times a month. But, we've never done anything together. I've never met a date and she's never brought anyone to our home before."

  "How do you feel about that?" Raynell asked as he flicked his ashes out of the window.

  "Nervous. But at the same time, it doesn't bother me, I guess." Caleb chewed his bottom lip, then admitted, "I am kind of excited to watch. Before, she would go on a date and just tell me about it, but I had never seen her with another man until that video she sent me today with her and Reshawn."

  Raynell laughed. "Reshawn is a kid, he don't know what he's doing. But, he will get there. I'll make a man out of him yet."

  "So, you've been with a lot of women, I take it?" Caleb asked.

  "I've had my fair share."

  "Have you slept with many married women?"

  "A few. I've had a couple who have been into cuckolding. I've slept with the cucks, too."

  Caleb's face went pale. "You sleep with men?"

  "Sure. Don't make me gay. I just like getting my dick sucked. And, a tight ass is a tight ass, don't matter to me if it is a girl or a dude."

  "Jenna said you were kinky. I had no idea what that meant," Caleb admitted sheepishly.

  "Now you do." Raynell winked. "Ever sucked a guy off?"