Today we had arranged to spend the day with friends. After visiting a small town, we ended up in a lager city where we decided to stop for lunch.
It made me smile.
I had only been here recently for a very different reason (see: 24. My twelfth Bull: Date number one).
For a brief moment, I wondered what my friends would think if they knew.
Then I laughed to myself.
I was certain hubby would see the humor in it too.
By the end of the afternoon, we headed home together. Our friends stayed for dinner, so I spent the evening cooking all sorts of delicious food. It felt like an ordinary Sunday – good company, laughter around the table and nothing to suggest that the evening was about to take a very unexpected turn.
Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed.
A message from my ninth Bull.
He asked whether I fancied seeing him that evening. He happened to be in town and liked the idea of opening the night together.
My first reaction was guilt.
I had quietly been looking forward to an evening on the sofa with my husband, followed by a peaceful night together.
On the other hand…
I would be back early the next morning.
And if I was completely honest, there was also something rather flattering about receiving a spontaneous invitation from someone who genuinely wanted to see me.
After talking it over with my husband in the kitchen, I decided to go.
I replied my Bull that I could be there by 9:30 p.m.
Suddenly, everything became a race against the clock.
I hurried upstairs to get ready while hubby politely saw our guests out. I had managed to send them on their way with a convenient excuse about an important work matter, although fortunately they had already been planning to leave anyway.
I knew my Bull preferred a more causal, confident look, so I chose a black top, flared trousers, a denim jacket and my Converse sneakers.
A quick touch-up of my hair.
A little extra make-up.
Then one final check of my handbag.
At the last moment, I slipped a clean thong into it.
If I was staying overnight, I thought, I might as well have something fresh to wear the following morning.
Before leaving, I hugged hubby goodbye.
Those moments are never entirely easy.
There’s always a little hesitation, a little ache, no matter how much we choose this life together.
But, as always, he smiled and told me to make sure I enjoyed myself too.
That simple reassurance settled something inside me.
As I walked out of the door, I made a quiet promise to myself.
Tonight, I was going to enjoy getting fucked by my Bull again.
I got into the car and, thankfully, I knew the way to the hotel by now.
I was spending the night by my Bull, although he would probably be leaving around 7:00 a.m. to travel abroad for work. Secretly, was quite pleased about that. An early departure for him meant I could head home early too so hubby could taste my fucked pussy.
When I pulled into the hotel car park, I quickly realized there wasn’t a single space left. Fortunately, I found one a little further down the street, so I opened the parking app, paid for a space and walked back to the hotel.
I took the lift up to the fifth floor and made my way to the suite. I pushed the handle down and pulled on the door.
Nothing.
It wouldn’t open.
I sent my Bull a message to say the door was locked. He replied that he’d be there shortly, so I decided to wait in the corridor.
A moment later another message appeared.
“The door should definitely be open.”
I tried again, this time giving the handle a proper push and a determined tug.
That was when I realised my mistake.
The foor wasn’t meant to be pulled. It opened inwards.
I couldn’t help laughing at myself. The door had never been locked – I had simply been trying to open it the wrong way.
I stepped inside and called out, “Hello?”
The suite was huge, with two bedrooms and two bathrooms, but there wasn’t a soul in sight. The television was still on and a half-finished glass of wine sat on the table.
It all suggested a very last-minute invitation.
I could almost picture him suddenly deciding to invite me, rushing out to grab something to eat before I arrived, leaving everything exactly as it was.
I waited patiently until another message came through. He was downstairs, sitting outside the hotel with a glass of wine.
That didn’t surprise me in the slightest. He’d told me on our previous date that he enjoyed doing exactly that.
When I stepped outside, there he was, sitting on the terrace with two glasses of wine waiting for us.
I greeted him with a kiss and sat down beside him. He smiled warmly and told me how sweet he thought it was that I had managed to make time for him at such short notice. He genuinely appreciated it.
I laughed and admitted that I had actually been at home entertaining friends over dinner. “In fact,” I said “I more or less threw them out so I could come and fuck you.” He looked at me, shook his head with a smile and thanked me again. It was obvious that the gesture meant a great deal to him.
I knew my Bull couldn’t stand having someone gently stroke his back. So, while we sat there together, I let my fingertips slowly trace across his back with a mischievous smile.
“You know I can’t cope with that,” my Bull laughed. “It makes me go completely weak.”
“I know,” I replied. “That’s exactly why I’m doing it.”
He shook his head, smiling, before taking another sip of his wine.
“In that case,” he said, “we’d better finish these quickly so we can head upstairs.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan,” I answered.
We emptied our glasses, stood up and made our way back into the hotel together.
Once inside the suite, I collected my bag from the sitting room before waking through to the bedroom.
My Bull undressed and climbed into the bed while I excused myself for a quick trip to the bathroom.
I still needed to use the toilet and it also gave me a moment to freshen up and collect my thoughts.
Standing alone in the bathroom, I took off my clothes and slipped into the black bodysuit-style thong I had chosen for the evening. I glanced at myself in the mirror for a second, smoothed my hair, took a quiet breath and smiled.
Then I opened the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom, ready to let myself be used as a sex toy.
I walk over to his side of the bed, pull back the sheets and laugh. “Oh, come on, As if you’re asleep! Nice try, but I’m not falling for that.”
I roll my Bull onto his back and climb on top of him. I kiss his neck before slowly making my way back up to his lips. As we kiss, his hands drift down and come to rest on my ass. I can feel that his cock is hard and I tease hum by slowly rubbing my pussy against his cock, enjoying the effect it has on him. He’s still in his boxer shorts and I’m still wearing by bodysuit.
My Bull grows more and more aroused, cupping my tits and teasing them with his hands. He loves kissing and then he tells me he’d rather I wasn’t too gentle with him.
I pull off his boxer shorts and kneel on the bed. I take his cock in one hand while, with the other, I guide his hand to just below my pussy.
Meanwhile, I keep playing with his cock and gently stroking his balls. My Bull moans with pleasure and gasps, “Don’t! That feels so good!” Another mental note. He clearly loves having his balls held, so once I realise just how much it turns him on, I make sure to keep doing it.
My Bull is still trying to touch my pussy, but because I keep holding his band back, he can’t quite reach it. The teasing is driving him absolutely crazy.
I grab his arms and push them above his head, then straddle him with my ass towards his face. I hook my lower legs over his arms so he can’t move anymore. I lick his balls before immediately taking his cock deep into the back of my throat.
“Don’t!” He says, but it comes out with such an enormous moan that I know it’s a very positive kind of don’t. The sort that really means he’s completely overwhelmed and loving every second of it.
And, if I’m being fair, that turns me on enormously. There’s something intoxicating about knowing I can make another man lose himself like this. I can be sexual enough to leave my Bulls wanting more, sexy enough to have them specifically begging for me. And knowing that? God, that feels hot.
“Well, hello! This married mum certainly knows what she’s doing. God, I’m slutty, aren’t I?” I think to myself.
I suck his cock insane good and my Bull is going absolutely mad for it. Just as I think he’s about to come, I stop.
“You bitch,” he says. “I was so close. You’re driving me fucking crazy with your porn-star antics.”
I laugh. “Good. That’s exactly the point.”
Then I lower my soaking pussy onto his cock, letting him feel for just a moment how good my pussy feels around it.
“I want to fuck you. Lie on your back,” my Bull says.
“You’ll have to ask nicely first,” I tell him.
My Bull obediently asks, “Will you please lie on your back so I can fuck your brains out?”
Being a good girl, I lie back and let my Bull slide his cock into my married pussy.
My Bull starts fucking me like a man possessed. He seems able to keep going forever and I come several times as he keeps fucking me. Eventually, he lies back down and asks if I can give him a handjob.
I take his cock in my hand while letting him finger my ruined pussy. With one hand, I massage the sensitive area just behind his balls, while the other strokes his hard cock. I let his breathing and his moans guide me, using every reaction to work out exactly what feels best for him. Before ling, I can tell from the way his body responds that he’s getting very close to coming.
I’m moaning too because, truthfully, I’m really enjoying the feeling of having three of his fingers inside my pussy. I let my Bull carry on playing with my pussy, his movements gentle but incredibly pleasurable. I can already tell that I’m going to come again very soon.
My Bull moans, his legs tensing and I can feel that I’m about to come too. His cum shoots from his cock and splashes across my body as he gasps, “Wow!”
I’m sitting beside my Bull with my pussy red, swollen en still throbbing from my orgasm. He’s made quite a mess of me.
I wipe my body clean with the duvet lying across the foot of the bed.
“That was incredible,” my Bull tells me. “You really turn me on. You have quite an effect on me.”
Good, I think to myself, You’d better appreciate having me here. Hopefully that means you’ll fuck me again soon.
I slip off to the bathroom for a moment, was my hands, have a wee and take a sip of water.
When I walk back into the room, my Bull is lying there waiting for me. I sit beside hime and get the impression he might be ready for another round, so I start kissing him again. His reacting is immediate – I can already feel his cock getting hard against my thigh.
My Bull likes being lazy, so I climb on top of him and kiss him. He gives my thigh a smack before slapping my ass, making it jiggle nicely. He tell’s me I’ve got a great ass. I already know that he prefers to come while I’m playing with his cock rather than while he’s fucking me.
I gently play with his balls and his cock while my Bull breathes heavily. Every now and then, he leans in to kiss me. I can tell that he wants to enjoy himself at a much slower, more relaxed pace than before.
I kiss his neck, slowly and deliberately, breathing out softly beside his ear. It turns him on when I trace my tongue along his earlobe and gently bite it. His whole body responds with a sudden shiver.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. You’re a bloody animal.”
I play with is cock and my Bull is incredibly aroused, but I can also feel that he can’t hold himself back much longer. His cock only seems to get harder while his hands close around my tits. I take one of his hands and guide it towards my pussy.
“God, that feels good,” my Bull sighs as I continue stroking his cock slowly.
He’s getting very close now. My Bull moans and his whole body tenses beneath me. I keep my hands moving steadily as I feel his body preparing to climax. He grabs my ass, lets out a moan and I feel his cock pulse as his cum spurts out.
My Bull collapsed onto the bed, completely spent and clearly needing a moment to recover.
“I’m just going to quickly wash my hands,” I told him, before disappearing into the bathroom.
By the time I came back, he had already rolled onto his side, obviously ready to sleep. I climbed into the bed beside him and settled into his arms.
“That was so good,” he murmured. “I really enjoyed that.”
“I’m glad,” I replied. “Sleep well.”
Just before drifting off, he had one final announcement to make.
“I absolutely love morning sex,” he said. “Would you mind if I wake you up for it in the morning to make sure you return home ruined?”
I smiled. Of course I didn’t mind.
Apparently, my morning alarm had already been arranged for me. And with that important piece of scheduling taken care of, my Bull quickly fell asleep with me curled up beside him.
Abd there I was: a married mum, my pussy thoroughly wrecked, lying in the arms of another man. God, what a wonderfully free and exciting life I have.
As morning begins to creep in, my Bull suddenly flies out of bed.
It’s 4:30 a.m.
A second later, I hear the shower running.
Apparently, the leisurely morning sex he had enthusiastically announced before falling asleep has been cancelled due to a miner scheduling issue.
When my Bull comes rushing back into the bedroom, he tells me that he was actually supposed to be in the car by 4.30 a.m.
Oops.
“You can stay in bed,” he says while frantically gathering his things.
I obediently stay exactly where I am, although I’ve already made up my mind: the moment my Bull loves, I’m leaving too. I’d much rather sneak home early and surprise hubby in bed.
My Bull throws the last of his belongings together, rushed past me, thanks me once again, says, “See you soon,” and disappears through the door.
And just like that, my overnight Bull is gone.
I take a quick shower, gather my things and make my way down to the car.
Outside, the city is dark and almost completely silent. There’s something strangely surreal about getting into my car at this hour, knowing that most people are still fast asleep while I’m quietly making my way home from an overnight adventure.
And the best part? Now I can surprise my husband in bed.
I start the car and head home through the empty streets. It’s Monday. A perfectly ordinary working day. Later this morning, I’ll be sitting behind my computer, behaving like a perfectly respectable woman and getting on with my work as though nothing unusual happened overnight.
But right now? I’m driving home with a sore, dripping pussy and a rather satisfied smile on my face.
Just another Monday morning.