by Selena Kitt
He nodded. “I suppose you are.”
“And what about you? Do you feel lucky?”
He could tell by her face that she already knew the answer. “You know I do.”
“Tell me what you think about it all.”
He took a breath. “In the bedroom earlier, just after your trick with the disappearing hand…”
She smiled at his description.
He bit his lip. “You said something about it being all part of what I want.”
Michelle was watching him closely.
“It got me thinking, and you’re right. I realise there’s more to this than I first thought.”
“How do you mean?”
He ran a hand down his face. “I thought it was going to be about watching them give you what you weren’t getting from me—what I couldn’t give you. At first I thought it was about the lack of erections, but later I realised…” He broke eye contact.
She leaned closer over the table. “Tell me.”
“I realised even when I had an erection, it wasn’t really enough.”
She frowned, but didn’t contradict him.
“When I watched you with your vibrator, I was a bit shocked at how far you managed to push it in.”
“Don’t embarrass—”
“No, that’s not a criticism. You know how much it turned me on. But your vibrator’s considerably longer than I am, so when I saw you sink it all the way inside you, I knew I’d never been able to go that far myself. As for the guy in the film you were watching…”
She laughed, the tension now broken.
“But you’ve had bulls as big as that guy—probably bigger.”
She nodded.
“I’ve began to see there’s more to the role than just watching you getting serviced by a series of well-endowed men—although that’s undoubtedly the best part.”
“Yeah, that’s the best part for me, too.”
He laughed, but turned serious again. He’d given all this a lot of thought. “But it’s not just because I enjoy watching something like a scene from a porn film. It wouldn’t be the same if I was watching men with big cocks fucking somebody else. The women could be porn stars or models, but I wouldn’t get the same buzz as I do by watching them with you.”
Her eyes seemed to be sparkling with tears, and he hoped he hadn’t upset her.
“I get a weird kind of thrill, knowing how much they fancy you. They get to fuck you, but I’m the one that takes you out to dinner and sleeps beside you every night. If they hadn’t got a big dick, you wouldn’t give them the time of day. I haven’t got a big dick, and yet you married me.”
“That’s because I love you.”
He smiled. “I know. And that’s why I’m not jealous. I know you’re just using them.”
She nodded. “Like I’ve said all along, I just want their cocks.”
He watched her for a few seconds, then smiled. “So, where are you getting your next big cock from?”
“What’s the matter, can’t you wait?”
He shrugged. “Maybe I’m getting a taste for it.”
He saw her surprised expression and realised what he’d said. “I meant I like watching you, not a taste for anything I’ve tasted. I didn’t mean that.”
She smiled. “That’s a shame, because we both know you’re going to have to do it again.”
He watched her face, felt his cock twitch.
Chapter 10
Michelle only managed to organise one liaison with a bull before Harry’s next scheduled release. The guy was called Jon and had curly blond hair and an earring. He looked to be somewhere in his early forties, and Harry spent over three hours naked on the chair watching him pleasuring his wife. Michelle seemed to have orgasm after orgasm, while Jon managed to come three times, all of them inside her.
After the bull had left, Michelle demanded Harry perform cunnilingus. He did so, bringing his wife to her final orgasm of the evening. Neither he nor Michelle commented on the fact that she’d been full of Jon’s cum.
Three days after Jon’s visit, it was Sunday, two weeks since Harry’s ruined orgasm, and four weeks since his last proper one—which had been inside Michelle shortly after Eric had left the rented cottage in Catterick.
They ate breakfast in the kitchen then took their coffee out to the garden. It was a bright morning in late July, the sun already warm. Michelle dead-headed a few of the flowers in the tubs on the patio while Harry read the news on his phone.
She passed him her empty cup. “I’m going upstairs. Join me in five minutes.”
He waited in the garden, a delicious tingling in his stomach. It seemed a very long time before the five minutes were finally up. He put the dirty cups in the kitchen sink and headed upstairs. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw Michelle with her back to him. She was wearing the black heeled sandals she’d worn for Roy, black stockings and some intricate kind of suspender belt. She was topless and looked amazing.
Then she turned round, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. She was wearing a strap-on. What he'd assumed was a suspender belt was actually supporting more than her stockings. It was only small, maybe four inches long, and quite thin. Harry knew immediately what she intended doing with it. When he looked up to her eyes she was watching him. After a few seconds, she smiled.
“Get naked, Harry.”
He did as instructed.
“Sit on the edge of the bed.”
He obeyed.
She stepped close to him, the strap-on level with his face.
“Suck my dick, Harry.” Her expression was deadly serious.
He’d never have guessed that being dominated this way by his wife would excite him so much, but maybe it was because he was so desperate for a proper release. Harry opened his mouth and moved his head forward, taking in all of the rubber cock.
Michelle rested her hands on each side of his head, then thrust her hips forward. Harry closed his eyes and let her fuck his face.
After a couple of minutes she stepped back, then bent over and used the key around her neck to unlock his cage. She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth.
He let out a groan. After a few seconds in her wonderful mouth, he was rock hard.
Michelle stood, walked to the dresser and picked something from the assortment of bottles.
Harry recognised the tube of lubricant he’d rubbed on Eric’s cock in the rented cottage. He knew what it had been used for that day, and that today’s purpose was similar.
Michelle watched his face as she squeezed a generous blob onto the dildo. She rubbed it over the head, and then down the sides. She added another blob to the palm of her hand and mimicked the wanking action as she added more lube.
Harry’s eyes were watching, his cock still rock hard.
“Lie back.”
When he had done so she stepped closer to the bed. She encouraged him to lift his legs and guided then over her shoulders. She bent her legs to get into the right position, and put the slicked end at the opening of his anus.
They held eye contact. Harry held his breath.
She licked her lips, and only then did he notice she’d applied lip gloss.
Harry stared at her, his pulse sounding loud in his ears.
“Tell me what you want, Harry.”
He swallowed, took a breath. “Fuck me.”
She smiled. “Good boy.”
Michelle thrust her hips forward and he felt the dildo enter him. His natural response was to clench, even though he tried to relax. She pulled back and pushed into him again. He let out a grunt. It was uncomfortable, giving him a feeling of fullness like he’d never imagined. She pushed into him a few more times, and he found it less uncomfortable.
When her hand wrapped around his erection and stroked up and down, he let out a moan. Her hand was still covered in lube, and his cock was soon slick with the gel. She fucked him harder and wanked him faster, and Harry pushed his head back into the mattress, a long wail coming from dee
p in his chest.
It wasn’t long before he knew he was getting ready to come. He wanted to beg her not to ruin this one, but when he looked into her face he knew there was no need. She was watching his face, her teeth gritted. She was breathing heavily, exhaling with each thrust of her hips. But there was a determined look in her eyes that told him she was going to take him all the way there. All the way…
His orgasm hit him like an electric shock. His back arched off the bed, inadvertently pushing him down onto the invading dildo. His balls felt like they were in a vice, and his cum gushed from him like the champagne from a racing driver’s magnum. He cried out, barely recognising the sound he’d heard as his own voice.
Michelle kept pumping her hips and her hand.
A second eruption shot high into the air above him. Then a third.
Still Michelle fucked and wanked him.
Yet more cum shot out, but by now it wasn’t that pleasant a sensation. He was supersensitive and a little sore. He pushed her away and out of his ass. His legs were shaking uncontrollably and he lowered them to the bed.
She still gripped his cock.
He opened his eyes and looked at her.
She smiled. “Was that one real enough for you?”
He was too breathless to speak.
She looked down at her strap-on. “This was a great purchase, don’t you think?”
He hesitated for a second before he nodded.
She smiled again. “The next time I use it on you, there’s going to be a bull fucking me in the ass while I do you.”
Harry stared at her, imagining the scene. He nodded again.
She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock. “I’ll run us a bath.”
* * *
Over the following couple of months, Harry and Michelle settled into their new lifestyle. They went to work and spent most of their free time like any normal married couple, laughing and being affectionate. But at least one night a week—sometimes two—they lived out their fantasy, which involved Michelle giving her body to another man while her husband watched.
Harry lost track of the names of all the bulls, but could remember exactly what each of them had done to his wife. By mutual agreement, he was now allowed his release only once a month. Sometimes they were ruined, other times they were glorious. But they were always whatever Michelle decided to give him. She’d informed him he wouldn’t be allowed to come inside her until Christmas Day, and this gave him something extra to look forward to.
Their routine was disrupted one night in November, and it opened up a whole new avenue of thrills. They’d attended an exhibition at an art gallery because Harry had read about it in the local paper the week before. They weren’t regulars, and it all felt a bit surreal as they sipped champagne and walked from room to room looking at the art works.
Harry found the majority of the attendees a little eccentric. He thought they wore strange clothes and spoke in clichés. He felt out of place, but revelled in the fact that most of the men there couldn’t keep their eyes off Michelle in her short black dress and black heeled sandals. He even caught several of the women checking her out.
One particular man seemed to follow them through the gallery. Harry had seen Michelle catch the man’s eye a couple of times, and an idea formed in his warped mind. He was about their age, maybe a little older, with long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore a dark grey suit over a black, round-necked sweater. One of the gallery rooms had an exit to a set of stairs. The double doors were closed, the stairwell in darkness.
Harry stopped to look at a picture on the wall nearby. When the man got closer, Harry looked around the room, empty save for the three of them, then turned to Michelle’s admirer.
“You seem to have a fascination for my wife.” He felt Michelle tense up beside him, probably fearing a confrontation.
The man looked embarrassed. He looked at Michelle, then back at Harry.
Before the man could answer, Harry spoke again. “Is it because you want to paint her or fuck her?”
The man’s eyes and mouth both opened wide. “I… I…”
“Come on, which one is it?” Harry kept his voice friendly, not aggressive.
“I don’t paint.”
“Ah, so you want to fuck her.” Harry nodded understandingly.
“I... Er…” His eyes swept from Harry to Michelle.
Harry nodded towards the stairwell. “Why don’t you take her in there and get it over with. Then you’ll be able to concentrate on the pictures again.”
The guy looked at the stairwell, then at Michelle, and finally back at Harry.
“Go on, we all know you want to. I’ll keep watch.”
Michelle walked towards the stairwell and opened the door. She looked back, first at Harry, then at the guy.
The man checked Harry’s face again, probably waiting for the ‘gotcha’ to be revealed. Harry just nodded toward his wife.
The guy in the suit walked the few short steps to the door and Michelle let it swing to behind him.
The stairwell was dark and Harry could only see their silhouettes. He moved closer to the door to try and get a better view. He could see Michelle had her hands at the buttons of the man’s trousers, then she was pulling up her dress. He saw the guy bend his knees and push up and into her. She put her hands on his hips and watched his face as he fucked her. Harry’s cock started to swell inside the confines of his cage.
Another couple wandered through from the gallery, looked briefly at a couple of the pictures, then left.
It was only a few minutes before Harry heard the door to the stairwell open. The man in the suit came through on his own. He looked flustered. He nodded once at Harry, and left. A minute later Michelle walked up behind him. He looked into her face and smiled.
“Take me home.”
The look in her eyes excited him.
They completed their journey in total silence. As soon as they got through the door, Michelle grabbed him by the lapels and kissed him passionately. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and scratched at his chest with her nails.
“Get naked and lie on the bed, Harry.”
He did as instructed, though he couldn’t forget that there were two and a half weeks to wait for his next release.
When Michelle walked in, she was naked apart from her shoes. She stood at the side of the bed, her expression serious. “Tonight was unexpected.”
Harry nodded slightly. “I just thought…”
“You just thought you’d offer me to a complete stranger.”
He nodded again. “Was that bad?”
She shook her head. “No. It was a very pleasant surprise. It was very erotic.”
His stomach tightened in the usual way. “Did you come?”
She smiled. “Of course.”
“Did he?”
She parted her legs slightly, revealing the stickiness between her thighs. “What do you think?”
He stared, expecting to be called on to clean her up.
“So I thought I’d repay you with an unexpected treat.”
“Oh?” His heartbeat increased.
Michelle bent and took her vibrator from the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet. It was the huge one Harry had watched her pleasuring herself with, and his eyes opened wide.
She laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s not going inside you.”
He let out a sigh of relief.
She knelt on the bed next to him, bent forward and pushed her tongue through the rings of his cage. His cock responded to the warm-wet softness and started to swell. She sucked his balls, then went back to tonguing him through the loops of metal. His cock was as swollen as it could get, pushing against the cage.
She concentrated her tongue around his tip and he moaned. Then she moved so that she was kneeling either side of his head. He looked up at her crotch, glistening between her sticky thighs. The wetness seeping out was white. It was the guy’s cum.
He heard the buzz of her vibrator and felt the sens
ation on his balls as she massaged them with the toy. His buttocks clenched and he let out a groan. Her tongue continued to run over his caged cockhead and he felt the familiar tingle in his groin. He reached up and pulled her hips down, forcing his tongue as far into her slit as he could get it.
He heard her moan, and he lapped greedily. He was still drinking from her when he felt the final surge and he erupted. Her tongue licked and prodded him, his moans of gratitude smothered by her wet crotch. She came shortly after he did, her nectar his reward.