I had planned a second date with my BBC Bull and that afternoon I drove to his place.
Exciting? Absolutely.
A little strange? Also yes.
No matter how many adventures I’d already had by then, it still felt surreal sometimes to casually drive to another man’s house while my husband helped me get ready beforehand.
And like always, my husband made sure I looked amazing before I left. Somehow, helping me prepare had become part of the ritual for us – giving me that look that said he already knew I was about to get myself into trouble again.
When I arrived, my BBC Bull opened the door wearing only a bathrobe.
Subtlety had Cleary left the building already.
We barely even made it pas the doorway before we started kissing. The chemistry between us retuned instantly and intense in a way that made the nervousness disappear almost immediately.
Things escalated quickly after that. Clothes slowly disappeared as I loosened the knot of his bathrobe while he slowly started helping me out of my clothes as well. His hands wandered confidently over my body, pulling me closer by my ass while we kept kissing. He kissed incredibly well – the kind of kisses that immediately make you forget everything else around you.
I stroked his massive cock as my Bull grabbed my tits.
Then we need up on the bed together, him fingering my pussy while I worked my way down his body towards his cock.
I pulled him closer and took his cock in my mouth and once again it took some effort to get it deep down my throat.
Then he did something that completely caught me off guard.
Laughing, he grabbed my phone and snapped a photo of me with his massive cock in my mouth and saying:
“Well…now your husband can see you clearly prefer this black cock to his white.”
I nearly lost it laughing. It was ridiculous exciting and of course, because our relationship had apparently evolved into something no normal couple could ever properly explain, I immediately sent the photo to my husband with a mischievous little message attached: “Look honey, this is how a real cock fucks your wife’s mouth.”
The moment I hist send, my pussy almost exploded.
Not just because of my BBC Bull, but because of the dynamic between all three of us – the trust, the sex, the openness, the feeling that I could completely be myself without judgement.
That combination was dangerously addictive.
While I kept blowing his cock, his hands moved gently through my hair before he looked at me with a grin and said:
“Come sit on top of me and ride my cock.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
“You’re hot,” he says while his hands move over my tits and I ride his cock.
He moved along, causing his huge cock to go deeper and deeper into my pussy. Then he grabs my hair and pulls it backwards. Like a proper slut I start riding him faster. I planted my feet beneath me so I could squat on his cock.
My pussy was definitely being stretched to its limits. I never experienced anything like it before, but it felt absolutely incredible and I didn’t want to end it.
My lips felt stretched so tightly around his cock, making his cock even more addictive.
My Bull groaned softly while riding him intensely, completely caught up in the moment. In the meantime his slapping my ass.
A moment later he pushed me on my back and starts fingering my completely worn out and deliciously overstretched pussy. He kept teasing me with slow, confident touches while kissing my pussy in wats that made it impossible to stay calm. The combination of his attention and the way he seemed completely focused on my pussy was incredibly intense.
I was secretly enjoying every second of it.
My BBC Bull completely lost himself in the moment, licking me so intently that before long my entire body reacted uncontrollably and made me come. The contrast between him and my previous experiences felt new, exciting and surprisingly addictive.
Time completely disappeared after that.
After that, he climbed on top of me again. His cock slid into my pussy and he started fucking me again. His massive cock made me swallow and sigh. Apparently, extra-large cocks come with a very different experience – and I was absolutely not complaining.
We kept fucking each other for what felt like forever. The longer it lasted, the more addictive it became.
Although the tension between us still hadn’t disappear, my BBC Bull suddenly pulled back slightly and guided me on my hands and knees. He held my tits firmly while fucking me deep from behind. He slapped my ass and started fucking me harder.
He kept fucking me harder and harder. It is heavenly to be fucked by such a BBC.
Then I felt his cum entering my pussy, him still fucking me. I grabbed the sheets tightly, trying to muffle my reactions against the mattress while every part of me felt overwhelmed. I felt absolutely incredible.
For a few seconds afterward, neither of us could speak properly. We just lay there naked, breathless, exhausted and in disbelief at how intense the entire experience had become.
Man…
That was an unbelievably good fuck.
When I came home after the last time my BBC Bull fucked me, my pussy could barely feel my husband for two whole days.
Part of me secretly hopes it happens again this time.
Maybe it reminds him that tings between us have changed a little – that I’ve discovered a new side of myself, one that enjoys being desired and claimed by other men too.
But despite all the adventures, there’s still one thing that never changes:
I love him deeply.
So I smiled, kisses him and jokingly whispered:
“Baby, I still love you very much…but apparently your wife’s pussy has become popular with my Bulls lately, so you may have to wait patiently until I decide it’s your turn again.”