by Selena Kitt
His cock was long, but thinner than Roy’s had been. It was perfectly straight, like a rolling pin. Michelle took it out of her mouth and held it in both hands. Then she looked at Harry for the first time. She held the long cock in her hands and ran her tongue down the entire length of the shaft while looking into her husband’s eyes.
She stood and stepped over to Harry, held out her hand. He looked up at her, confused.
She pulled him from the chair, turned him round and pushed him back onto the bed, laying him down across the width of the mattress. Harry knew she liked to involve him, but this was probably more involved than he wanted to be. She walked around and crawled onto the bed, kneeling above him. If he hadn’t been wearing the cage, he might have thought they were going to have a 69. But she moved a little too far over him, so her head was over his thighs, her crotch over his chest. Harry gazed up at her sex. Although he’d get a perfect view of the big cock sliding into her, it also meant he wouldn’t be able to watch her face, which was a disappointment. He knew what was going to happen next, and he was in the firing line. Literally.
The bull knelt on the bed on either side of Harry’s head. Without looking down, he raised his cock and placed it at the entrance of Michelle’s sex. Then he slowly slid into her, and Harry watched from below, his face just a few inches away, as the latest bull fucked his eager wife. She came twice in quick succession, each time crying out. The bull increased his pace, then suddenly held still.
Harry saw the balls rise and fall within the sac, heard the bull gasp with each spasm, heard his wife moan her appreciation. He watched in silent anticipation as the bull slowly pulled out of her and got off the bed.
Michelle clenched and relaxed her pelvic muscles. Within a few seconds the bull’s juice, white and thick, dribbled out of her sex and onto Harry’s chest. His heart banged against his ribs. He knew what she wanted, and he didn’t consider for a second if it was what he wanted, too. Harry raised himself up and pushed his tongue into her sex. She moaned, and he pressed as far into her as he could. He didn’t think about the taste or the wetness. She pumped her hips and he moved his head faster, fucking her with his tongue.
When she started to whimper he moved his tongue down to her clit, his nose now buried inside her. When she came the contractions released more of the bull’s juice, and Harry kept licking and swallowing. He swelled inside the cage, and ached for his release. He had no idea how long he lapped at her, but by the time she lifted herself up and got off the bed, her bull had replaced his boxers and was sitting in his chair.
Michelle took the bull’s hand and they went back downstairs.
Harry lay on the bed, breathless. He wondered if the pair would continue their evening without him, maybe do some more dancing and then have sex in the living room. He wouldn’t mind if they did, content with the idea of lying here and listening to his wife’s moans. But after a couple of minutes he heard the front door close, then Michelle came back in the room.
She stood by the bed and nodded at the mess on his chest. “Do you want to wash that off?”
He held her gaze, shook his head.
She touched the pillow, indicating for him to turn through ninety degrees and lie properly on the bed. He did so.
She crawled up the bed until she was on all fours above him, looking down into his face. Then she slowly lowered herself on top of him, her breasts crushing against his chest. She squirmed and wriggled, smearing the bull’s cum over both of their chests. She kissed him on the mouth, and he held her tight. He felt her rubbing her crotch against the cock-cage and it turned him on. She kept moving against him and he watched her eyes close, felt her gasps as she came. His cock was wet and swollen, a delicious warmth in his groin. His urge to come was intense, but it eventually passed. They fell asleep in each other’s arms again.
For some reason, they were at their closest after they’d shared her body with another man.
Chapter 9
Michelle shopped with a friend for most of Saturday, while Harry cut the lawn and did some other jobs that needed doing in the garden. They spent the evening watching TV, and both went up to bed shortly after eleven.
Harry woke first on Sunday morning and watched his wife sleeping. Today was the day he was to be allowed his release. He wondered if he’d be allowed to choose how his orgasm was achieved. When Michelle had shown no signs of stirring for fifteen minutes, he got up and went downstairs.
It was almost an hour later when she joined him in the kitchen wearing one of his shirts. She kissed his cheek and made her way to the kettle. As she poured herself a cup of tea, Harry ogled her from behind. Her legs were tanned, feet bare, the toenails painted a dark red. His mind filled with images of her with all the bulls she’d had in the last few weeks.
She turned and must have caught his expression. “Well, today’s the day.”
Harry looked into her face, wondering if she was going to suggest leaving his release for another week.
She smiled. “How about we have a bath, then I’ll make you come?”
He nodded enthusiastically, and she laughed. She carried her tea and he followed her upstairs. She ran the bath while Harry stripped off in the bedroom. When he joined her in the bathroom she was naked, sitting on the side of the bath. She motioned for him to stand in front of her, then leaned forward and used the key on her necklace to open the padlock. She removed the cage, then the thick ring.
It felt strange to Harry to not have the cage in place. Michelle ran her hand over his cock and he shivered.
“Ooh, I think I’m going to have to be very careful with this. Looks like you’re quite sensitive...” She was smiling.
They sat facing each other in the hot water.
Michelle broke the silence. “How did you enjoy watching me with Lucas?”
Harry paused. He hadn’t been introduced to the last bull, but assumed that was who she was referring to. “Your BBC?”
Michelle nodded.
“I think he lived up to the title.”
“Yeah, he did.”
“I was surprised he left so soon.”
Michelle chuckled. “He had another date later, believe it or not.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “He had a forty minute drive to recuperate, then another hotwife to satisfy.”
“Wow.” Harry thought for a few seconds “Are there that many couples doing this sort of thing, then?”
“Like I said, it’s a lot more commonplace than you’d think.”
Harry ran his hand down her soft, wet leg. “I doubt many of the other hotwives are as sexy as you.”
“A lot of them are gorgeous—I’ve seen their photos on the websites.”
He bit his lip. “Have you put a picture of yourself on the web?”
She held his gaze for a few seconds, then nodded.
“Naked?”
She shook her head. “Underwear and shoes.”
“Does it show your face? Would anyone we know be able to recognise you?” Harry started to panic.
She laughed. “No, just my body in the mirror.” She studied his face. “Would you mind there being a naked picture of me with my face clearly showing?”
He couldn’t deny the idea made him uncomfortable. “I’d prefer you not to be recognisable.”
“Shame. I was going to get you to video my next bull fucking me, then post that on the website.”
“What?” He sat up so quickly that water sloshed over the rim of the bath and onto the floor.
She laughed again. “It’s what most people do. I’ve watched about fifty clips of women getting fucked hard by bulls over the last few weeks. Gets me all hot and bothered.”
Harry wasn’t sure he was ready to go public with their new lifestyle just yet. “Maybe we can fly under the radar for a while first…”
“Okay.” She hesitated, and he felt sure he knew what she was going to say. “Harry…?”
He opened his eyes wider, looked straight at her.
“The other night with L
ucas… You know, after he came…”
Harry nodded. He’d been right. “I suspected it was what you wanted me to do.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I did. How did you know?”
“Why else would you get me on the bed?”
She looked self-conscious. “You made me come so hard when you did that.”
“So I noticed.”
“Was it awful for you?”
He thought about it for a couple of seconds, then shook his head. “I didn’t think about it. I knew it was what you wanted, so I did it for you.”
Reaching under the water, she gripped his cock. “Dry yourself and lie on the bed.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He got out of the bath, wrapped a towel round his waist and went through the door. A couple of minutes later she walked naked into the bedroom. He’d already spread-eagled himself on the bed.
She laughed. “Eager, are we?” She climbed onto the bed, knelt between his knees and ran her hand down his stomach.
He shivered under her touch.
Her fingers encircled him gently. She lifted it so it was vertical, squeezed it slightly. Keeping her eyes on his cock, she licked her lips. “Has the wait been okay?”
He clenched and relaxed his buttocks in time with her gentle stroking. “It was difficult at times.”
She looked up into his face. “What times?”
He swallowed. “After Roy, I really wanted you. The following few nights was really hard. And then the other night, after Lucas.”
Michelle started to pump him with her hand. “Roy’s cock was so huge. I can’t remember coming so many times before.”
Harry’s cock started to get harder with her words.
She noticed, smiled knowingly. “When he fucked me bending over the bed, I swear his dick was prodding the food in my stomach.”
His throat constricted and his breathing became ragged.
She leaned closer to his face. “I couldn’t believe how much stuff you managed to pump out of him with your hand. He reckoned you were a natural.”
Harry felt a tingle deep in his groin, but suddenly she released her hand and sat up.
He looked at her, confused.
She was smiling at him. “This is called edging.
“Edging?”
“Yeah, it’s where we make this last for a while.” She ran a single finger down the length of his cock, and he shivered again.
“Oh?” His breathing was still unsteady.
She raised her eyebrows and nodded. “It’s where I take you the point of almost coming, then stop for a while to allow you to calm down again. Then I do it again. I keep you right on the edge, hence the term edging. It’s a way of prolonging the stimulation, and makes your orgasm that much better when it finally arrives.”
Harry stared at her, not sure if this was a good or bad thing.
“It’s also referred to as surfing, apparently.” She took his cock in her hand again and started to pump him.
His head dropped back and he let out a thankful groan. She continued for about ten seconds, then stopped again. He stared into her face. He was desperate, and was sure it showed in his expression.
She smiled sweetly back at him.
His legs were shaking. “Michelle, this isn’t fair.”
She leaned down and took the end of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue circled the crown a couple of times, then she released it. “Did you see how much of Lucas’s cock I managed to get into my mouth the other night?”
Harry shook his head. He didn’t care about what she did with Lucas, he just needed her to suck his cock. Now. “Michelle…”
“I sucked him downstairs first. He fingered me and got me all wet before we came upstairs.” She gripped his cock again and moved her hand slowly up and down. “He made me come with his fingers while we danced. That’s when I dropped onto my knees and sucked his beautiful cock.”
She gripped his cock again. Harry started bucking his hips, trying to get the friction he needed. He was almost there.
Michelle let go again. Harry groaned in frustration. His cock twitched wildly, then a stream of watery cum trickled out and ran down his shaft, soaking into his pubic hair.
He couldn’t believe it. Although he’d seen the cum run out of his cock, he’d not experienced the spasms and elation that usually accompanied his orgasm. He looked up at his wife accusingly.
She was watching his cock, as if transfixed. Then she suddenly looked him in the eye. “Apparently, it’s called a ruined orgasm.”
Harry frowned. “What?”
She was nodding, watching his cock again. “Yeah, it’s where you manage to ejaculate, but don’t feel the full sensations of coming.”
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
She shrugged. “It’s supposed to keep you keen for your next one.”
He was shaking with a mixture of anger and frustration. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, then looked at her. “That’s not fair.”
“I’m sorry, but I read about it and had to try it. The ruined orgasm is like a safety valve—it relieves some of the pressure, but not your lust. In two weeks’ time, I promise you’ll have a good one. I’ll make you come so hard it’ll hit the ceiling.”
Harry glared at her.
Michelle got up and started to get dressed. “Shall we go out for lunch?”
“Yeah, sure.” He made sure there was no enthusiasm in the tone of his voice. “Maybe you could let me chew the food for a while, but then make me spit it out without swallowing, just to make sure I stay hungry.”
Michelle laughed out loud. “God, stop being so grumpy. We both know it’s all part of what you want.”
She headed back to the bathroom and Harry started to get dressed. When she returned a minute later she had his cock-cage in her hand. He sighed and lowered his jeans and shorts, but made sure she knew he was far from happy. She fitted it easily enough without using the nylon sock.
Harry put the rest of his clothes on in silence, then headed downstairs. She came down after a few minutes wearing a red vest top, black jeans and heeled ankle boots. He thought she looked gorgeous, and couldn’t stay mad at her any longer.
They walked into town holding hands, deciding to go to one of their favourite pubs, even though the lunch-time menu was a bit limited.
They chose a corner table where nobody would overhear them. Michelle leaned forward and ran her hand down his arm. “I feel a bit guilty for what I did earlier.”
Harry watched her eyes, trying to decide if she was genuinely sorry or just saying that to pacify him. “I think if you want to try things like that, maybe we should discuss them first.”
“But then there’d be no surprise.”
Harry frowned. “Was the idea to surprise me, or to piss me off?”
“It was supposed to make you yearn for me even more.”
He was shaking his head. “I’ve had two weeks of watching you enjoying everything you could possibly want, from two different bulls.”
She smiled. “I know. They were both wonderful.”
He tried to keep his voice calm. “I also tried to make it as erotic for you as I could. I wanked Roy off because I knew you wanted me to, and I also cleaned up after Lucas had filled you. Neither of those things were for my benefit, but were done to try and give you extra pleasure.”
Michelle looked into his eyes. “I know. Thank you.”
“I think I deserved better, today.”
“I’m sorry, Harry.” Her remorse looked genuine. “I wanted it to be something you’d understand, and appreciate why I’d done it.”
He nodded. “I do understand, and realise you were trying to prolong things for my benefit. I had no problem with the edging—that was nice, and if you’d made me come properly at the end of it, I’m sure it would have been fantastic. But to leave me hanging like you did…”
“Okay, okay. I’ve said I’m sorry. But I’d read that ruined orgasms are a great part of the denial strategy.”
Harry shrugged. “I’m not saying never, just not the first time I’m set free. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to come since you fitted this cage.” He looked down towards his groin.
She took a sip of her drink. “Tell me how you feel about everything, now we’ve done it a few times.”
“Five times. You’ve had five bulls in a just over month.”
She looked surprised. “Is that true? Yeah, I suppose it is.” She smiled broadly. “I’m a lucky girl.”