by Selena Kitt
“How do you know that?”
“It doesn’t matter. You get turned on by me sleeping with other men. You like to watch them fuck me, to see me struggle to accommodate their big cocks. That’s a big thrill for you. Admit it.”
Harry hesitated, wondering if he should bother trying to deny it. Eventually, he nodded.
“The fact you got an erection when I told you about the other bull suggests you probably don’t even need to watch it. Just the thought of somebody else fucking me turns you on.” She smiled, knowingly. “Now that you accept it, it’s time for us to move on to the next stage, which involves you showing some restraint.”
“What do you mean, restraint?”
“If I don’t let you come immediately after watching, think how much more of a tease it would be. How much more of a thrill. We’ll have to set a time-table where you count down the days until you’re allowed your release.”
Harry’s throat was too dry for him to speak.
She was nodding to herself. “There’s a lot of other things we can try. Maybe my next bull can stay over. You can sleep in the spare room and listen to him going at me all night long.”
He didn’t know what to say, and wished his erection would disappear.
She continued to taunt him. “But you won’t be allowed to make yourself come while you’re listening. There are things we can buy that stop you touching yourself, you know. I’ll lock your cock in a cage and hang the key round my neck, only letting you out to come when I say so.”
Trying to sound more confident than he actually felt, Harry sat up a little straighter. “You can’t just decide something like this on your own.”
Michelle looked surprised. “It’s not a case of me deciding—it’s the obvious next step from what’s already happened. Be honest, would you want to go back to what we had before?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know—you spooning it in soft and wondering if it’ll get hard before you shoot your load, and me faking my orgasms until I can use my vibrator.”
How long had she viewed their love-life this way? He held her gaze for a few seconds, then looked down.
When she spoke again her voice was quieter, almost a whisper. “Would you really want to stop what we’re doing?”
He looked up into her face. She was truly beautiful; thick brown hair, dark brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, perfect teeth and a great smile. But he couldn’t help thinking she was at her most beautiful when she was being fucked by someone with a big cock. He loved the facial expressions that accompanied the orgasms she achieved with her bulls.
Harry shook his head slowly. “No,” he admitted. “I don’t want to stop what we’re doing.”
Michelle got up and walked into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She poured their drinks and sat back down on the settee. “I don’t think we need all the bulls to be soldiers.”
“Oh?” This surprised him because the military angle had been her idea.
“I think we’re limiting ourselves too much. Besides, it’d get expensive if we had to use a hotel or rent a house every time we do it.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “You’d invite a bull into our home?”
She laughed. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
He shrugged. “I just thought you wanted to keep all of this separate from our real life.”
She looked serious. “This is our real life. I thought you’d accepted that now.”
Harry looked down at his feet, nodded once.
“Besides, it’ll give us a lot more freedom.” She pointed to her phone on the seat beside her. “There are loads of contact websites we can use. But first, we need to get a certificate to say we’re clear from any STDs.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re going to do this in a responsible way.”
“You didn’t seem to worry about that with all the others.”
“They were trial runs—this is the real thing. Anyway, they didn’t come inside me, and Paul was the only one whose cum I swallowed. All the others sprayed it over me.”
“Vinny and Eric both fucked you bareback. They probably dribbled inside you before they withdrew. And you took them both into your mouth after they’d come.” Harry got a perverted buzz as he remembered each occasion. “Besides, STDs don’t just transfer in semen.”
She nodded. “You’re right, and that’s why we need to get checked out.”
“What about the young bull this morning, before Eric? Did he come inside you, or in your mouth?”
She looked up in surprise, a half-smile on her face. “Where would you have liked him to come?”
He shrugged, butterflies in his stomach.
“Would you have wanted me to swallow his load like I did for Paul, or would you rather I’d held him close, my arms and legs wrapped around him as he pumped me full of his cream?”
Harry’s mouth was dry. He couldn’t decide which he’d prefer. Maybe she did both…
She laughed. “I didn’t go back with him, Harry. But I love the fact you’re probably disappointed to hear it.”
He shook his head, and she rested her arm on his hand.
“Don’t worry, you won’t need to be disappointed again.”
Harry bit his lip, then asked the question he’d wanted to ask all day. “You told Eric it’d been a long time since you’d had anal sex. Was it true, or were you just telling him that?”
She took a sip of wine and studied his face. “So what you’re really asking is, had I had anal sex before today?”
He nodded. Waited.
“Yes, I’ve had it in the past.”
“How many times?”
She looked surprised. “What, how many men, or how many different occasions?”
Now it was his turn to be surprised. He shrugged. “Both, I suppose.”
“Eric was the third. Two other men have done it to me.”
“And the number of times?” His throat was so tight he sounded hoarse.
“One of them only did it once, on a drunken one-night stand I had. But the other was the guy I lived with when I was nineteen. He was older and a lot more experienced. He was the first to do it to me, and we repeated it quite a few times. I honestly don’t know how many.”
Harry felt childish for his questions, but something kept him asking them anyway. “Five, ten, fifty?”
She laughed, shaking her head as if making a guess. “More than ten, less than fifty.”
“How come we’ve never done it?”
“You’ve never asked.”
“What if I asked now?”
“Oh, I think we need to start concentrating on your restraint.”
“Is that a ‘no’?”
“Yes, Harry, that’s a definite ‘no’. Which is a word you’re going to be hearing from me a lot in the future.”
He stared at her, wondering if she was putting on an act, or if this was how it was going to be from now on.
She pulled up her skirt, revealing her bare legs. “But you won’t hear me saying ‘no’ to my bulls. They’ll be able to do whatever they want to me, and if you behave, I’ll let you watch them.”
Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her legs.
“Harry?” She waited until he looked up to her face. “Did you enjoy putting lube on Eric’s cock?”
“No. Of course I didn’t enjoy it. Why would I?”
She smiled. “I enjoyed watching you do it. It was really hot, and turned me on.”
“Why?”
“It just did. Seeing you holding the huge cock about to service me.”
Harry shook his head, disgusted. “That makes no sense.”
“What was it like for you, playing with a cock that big?”
“I didn’t play with it, I just put lube on it.”
She smiled at him. “Hmm. We’ll see.”
Harry wondered what she meant by that, and realised the butterflies were back in his stomach.
They spent the rest of the
evening in near-silence. Harry drank his wine while watching the muted TV, and Michelle read things on her phone. When they retired for the night, Harry was in bed by the time his wife came out of the bathroom.
She pulled the quilt back and knelt on her side of the bed. She gripped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his thighs. “Don’t look so hopeful, nothing’s going to happen.” She took out a tape measure and held it next to his flaccid cock. Then she measured the girth, made a note of the figures in her phone and smiled at him before turning the light off.
Harry lay awake for a long time, his heart thumping in his chest while his wife slept contentedly. She’d had a busy weekend.
The night after she’d told him he needed to learn restraint, Michelle had kissed Harry chastely on the cheek, turned out the light and gone to sleep. The same pattern was repeated for the following two nights.
On Thursday evening, Harry was loading the dishwasher while Michelle wiped down the countertop. She turned around and leant against the sink. “I’ve got some good news.”
“Oh?” He looked up at her from his crouch.
“Actually, it’s two pieces of good news. First, I got the all clear from the clinic today.”
Harry stood upright. “I thought we were going to get checked out together?”
She shrugged. “I phoned on Monday and was told they could test me straight away, so I nipped out of work in my lunch hour. I phoned back today for the results, and can pick up the paperwork tomorrow.”
He nodded, a tightness beginning to grip his stomach. “Good. And the other good news?”
She hesitated for a couple of seconds, watched his eyes. “I’ve arranged a date with a bull for this Saturday night.”
They stood in total silence, staring at each other.
Harry wondered which of them was the more excited by the prospect. “Where are you meeting him?”
“I told him I’d be in The Crypt at eight o’clock.”
The Crypt was a local bar which Harry had only been to a couple of times. He wondered if any of their friends would be in there, and what he’d say if they mentioned seeing his wife with another man. “And you’re going to bring him back here?”
“Of course. I don’t intend fucking him in the pub car park.”
Harry smiled. “Where did you find him?”
“One of the contact websites I’ve been following for a while.”
“Is he local?” Harry wasn’t sure how he’d feel if he recognised the bull.
“No. He lives about thirty miles away.”
Harry wondered if this meant Michelle intended to go ahead with her suggestion about her bull staying over while he listened from the spare room.
“So, what do you think?” She seemed to be studying his face.
“What do you mean?”
“I suppose I want to know if the idea of another man fucking me in the marital bed is turning you on.”
His stomach was tight and he could feel his legs shaking slightly. “I don’t think you doing it in our bed is really any different from doing it somewhere else.”
She pushed herself away from the counter, stepping closer. “I’ve seen a photo of this bull’s cock.”
“Oh?” He fought the temptation to ask if she’d sent him any pictures of herself naked.
She nodded, bit her lip. “He’s huge. Bigger than the other three. It’s going to be a struggle to take all of it in.” She lifted her eyebrows and smiled. “Still, a girl’s got to try.”
She licked her lips and walked out of the kitchen, leaving him with a dry throat and wet underwear.
There was no other mention of the upcoming date when they went to bed that night. As usual, Michelle kissed his cheek and fell asleep almost immediately, while Harry lay awake for over an hour. His thoughts focussed on the new bull. What would he be like, and what would he do to a hotwife as sexy as Michelle? If he was listed as a bull in contact magazines, he’d probably had a lot of experience in dealing with the husbands. The cuckolds. Would he feel obliged to humiliate him as a way of impressing Michelle? Would he refuse to let Harry watch?
And he couldn’t stop thinking about this ‘restraint’ idea. Michelle had told him he wouldn’t be allowed any release after Saturday’s performance. How would he cope with that? And how long would he have to wait? But his thoughts kept coming back to what Michelle had said in the kitchen earlier that evening.
He’s huge. Bigger than the other three.
Chapter 6
When Harry arrived home from work on Friday evening, the house was empty. This was unusual because Michelle worked much closer to home and finished earlier. He checked his phone to see if he’d any missed calls or texts. He hadn’t.
His mind kicked into overdrive. What if she’d decided to meet her bull a day early for a practice run? What if she’d contacted more than one bull, deciding Harry could watch some of her exploits, and only hear about others?
Just then, he saw her car pull onto the drive.
She came through the door and smiled, kissing him on the cheek. “Hiya. Sorry, thought I’d be able to get finished before you were home. I called in town to get my legs waxed.”
He chided himself for letting his imagination run away with him, although he wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. “Since it’s such a nice night, shall we eat out? Maybe drive to a pub in the country?”
She smiled broadly. “Yeah, I’d like that. Can I just have a quick shower, get the rest of the wax off?”
While Michelle was getting ready, Harry picked up the iPad. There was no evidence of any contact websites in the search history—evidently Michelle had either used her phone or her laptop to arrange tomorrow’s date. Thirty minutes later, Michelle walked into the living room wearing a white cotton top, a pair of faded jeans and heeled silver sandals. Her hair was still wet, and apart from lipstick, she didn’t seem to be wearing any make-up.
Harry looked her over appreciatively. “You look great.”
“Thanks.” She picked up her handbag. “Ready?”
The drive took a little over twenty minutes, and they found a table near a window. They chatted about work gossip and other mundane, inconsequential things, a relaxed atmosphere between them. They laughed easily and often. Harry saw what his wife had meant the other night when she’d said they’d probably become closer. The only difference was the dynamic within their sex-life. Now, she called the shots.
Harry wanted to raise the subject of tomorrow night’s date with the new bull, but didn’t know how to do it. So he went straight for the thing that had been on his mind the most.
“We never went into detail about the restraint issue.”
She looked at him, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly. “Didn’t we?”
He shook his head. “No, you just said that you thought it would be better if I wasn’t allowed my release straight after your bull had left.”
She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “You didn’t actually wait for one of them to leave, but fucked my face while he was upstairs getting dressed.”
Harry looked into her eyes, which seemed to sparkle with mischief. “That was your idea.”
She opened her eyes a little wider. “Was it?”
He nodded, smiling.
“Well, I’m going to have to learn to show some restraint, too.” She nodded, then looked up as if another thought had just occurred to her. “But only where you’re concerned. I won’t be showing any restraint with my bulls.”
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. “So, what I was wondering was…”
“Yes?”
“Have you got any thoughts as to a length of time?”
“Time?”
“Yeah. How long do you think would be an acceptable length of time to wait?”
“Length of time to wait for what?” She cocked her head to one side, smiling, like she was more than happy to make him spell out what he wanted to know.
Harry looked around to make sure no
body was listening to their conversation. “How long do I have to wait until I’m allowed my release?”
She picked up her drink and swirled it in the glass. “I was thinking along the lines of a couple of weeks.”
“Two weeks?” His voice was louder than intended, and a few people glanced in their direction.