Two dates so close together.
Honestly, that normally almost never happens for me, but somehow the planning had accidentally worked out that way this time. And I have to admit…there was something exciting about suddenly finding myself in the middle of two completely different Bulls within such a short time.
It almost felt like my dating life had briefly entered a chaotic “busy season.”
Normally I take more time between dates to process everything, talk about it with my husband and just let the excitement settle down bit. But this time, one exciting fuck rolled straight into the next.
I absolutely loved the thrill of that!
I headed toward the hotel, but of course the traffic was terrible again.
At this point I’m convinced the universe enjoys making dates unnecessarily stressful.
By the time I finally arrived, I immediately managed to make another wonderfully embarrassing mistake: I drove into the wrong parking garage first.
Apparently, navigating romance is easier for me than navigating hotel parking structures.
After a moment of confused driving and mild self-frustration, I corrected myself and finally found the correct garage underneath the hotel. I parked the car, took a deep breath, checked my makeup one more time in the mirror and laughed softly at myself.
Because somehow, despite all the nerves, traffic and chaos…these dates still remained ridiculously addictive.
I message my Bull to let him know I had arrived.
A minute later he replied that he was still stuck in traffic and wouldn’t be there anytime soon.
Of course.
So there I was again, sitting alone in my car underneath a hotel while people casually walked past. And honestly, whenever I’m in those situations, I always start wondering what strangers must think when they see a woman sitting there by herself waiting.
Do they think I’m nervous before a business meeting? Waiting for someone? Having relationships problems? Or do they know exactly what kind of evening I’m about to have?
Eventually, after almost forty minutes of waiting, I finally received the message that he had arrives.
I decided to head upstairs already but texted him that I first needed a quick bathroom break. Once inside, I wandered around briefly looking for the toilets, handled the emergency mission successfully and stepped back out into the hallway expecting to see my Bull somewhere nearby.
Nothing.
So I casually waited near the elevators for a moment.
Then suddenly I spotted him walking out of the exact same corridor where the toilets were located.
Apparently, he had suffered from the exact same urgency problem.
We both started laughing immediately when we realized it.
Very glamorous start to a hotel date.
We greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.
We stepped into the elevator together and started looking for the room.
The room itself was surprisingly nice – bright, modern and overlooking the main square. The moment I saw the city lights and the big windows, my brain immediately started thinking: Well…that definitely offers creative possibilities for videos later.
The second the door closed behind us, my Bull pulled me toward him and kissed me immediately.
Apparently, he hadn’t been planning to wast any time.
“I really missed this,” he whispered while kissing me again.
Judging by the way he reacted to me, it was like we were continuing something unfinished instead of starting a new date.
There’s something strangely flattering about someone looking at you like they’ve genuinely been craving to fuck your pussy again.
And yes…that realization definitely gave me a wet pussy.
But honestly? I hadn’t expected anything else.
My Bull always reacts to me that way somehow and secretly I love noticing how quickly het gets turned on by me.
We kept kissing and before long I started taking off my clothes while he watched me with that unmistakable grin again.
The look on his face alone already made me feel incredibly horny.
My Bull started undressing too and the tension in the room instantly shifted again.
There’s something incredibly exciting about that moment during a date – the point where the flirting turns into certainty, where both people silently admit: Yes…we definitely want to fuck each other.
The city lights from the square glowed through the windows behind us while we kept kissing, completely caught up in the excitement of finally being alone together again.
We kiss again and I tell my Bull that I want the first load all over my face and that he has to film it too.
I take his cock into my mouth and start sucking it. My Bull says he’s struggling to hold back. He loves what I’m doing with his cock.
He suddenly groans, “Shit! I’m already gonna come!” So I laugh and say, “Quick! Film it!” And before I know it, his cum is literally flying everywhere, even landing on the chair behind me.
Hungrily, I quickly take the last drops of cum into my mouth. I let it rest on my tongue for a moment while looking at my Bull with a playful, teasing smile. Hubby is really going to love this. I slowly suck the last drops from my Bulls cock to make sure the contest is at its best.
I quickly wipe his cum from my hair and clean off the chair, then I flop down onto the bed beside my Bull. It’s actually pretty funny that he came so hard and so much because I turned him on that much, that even the chair ended up covered too.
Meanwhile, I send hubby a few more videos, just to make sure he’s waiting at home with a hard cock, knowing that another man just covered his wife’s face with his cum.
What an incredibly good start to this date.
My Bull and I chat for a moment, but time’s running short today. I really need him to fuck me again.
I kiss him and he’s already turned on again – I can feel his cock growing and his breathing grow heavier.
My Bull climbs on top of me, his hands sliding over my body before he pulls me close and starts fucking me. My pussy is already soaking wet.
He starts pumping faster, but I don’t want him to finish just yet, so I gently push him back and get down on my knees. My Bull slides his cock back into my pussy while I grab my phone to film myself being fucked from behind.
“Fuck this married pussy…fill me up and make me yours” I moaned to my Bull.
He keeps fucking me, clearly turned on by hearing me say things like that. It really drives him wild.
He repeats how much he loves fucking my married pussy. “…and that’s he’s the one in control of my pussy, not my husband,” I moaned.
It turns me on so much when other men take control of my pussy and my husband comes second.
Sorry, baby…maybe even third or fourth place sometimes. I just happen to love a lot of cock in my married pussy.
He keeps thrusting into me, getting closer and closer to another climax – this time deep inside my pussy.
I tighten my pussy’s muscles around his cock, knowing he can feel it – and that it’ll push him even closer to the edge.
My Bull keeps fucking me until he suddenly moans loudly, “Ah, fuck…baby, fuck!” At the same moment, I climax too while he finished deep inside my pussy, filling it with his cum.
We collapsed onto the bed beside each other for a moment, trying to catch our breath again. At one point I slipped away to the bathroom for a quick break, mostly because I absolutely wanted to send a video to hubby.
Honestly, I was so curious what he would think of it.
Part of the excitement for me has always been that connection with him during a date – the little updates, the teasing messages, the feeling that even when I’m somewhere else, emotionally he’s still very much part of the experience with me.
And somehow, that always comforts me.
It never feels like I’m completely alone in these adventures. It feels more like we’re secretly creating these wild stories together – exploring fantasies, tension, excitement, confidence, jealousy, humor, chaos and curiosity as a couple.
The dates themselves almost become characters inside our shared private universe. Not replacements for our relationship, but additions to the stories, fantasies and experiences that somehow keep bringing us emotionally closer together afterward.
That strange combination of excitement, intimacy, trust and playful chaos is probably what makes all of this feel so addictive for us.
I went back inside and chatted with my Bull for a little while longer.
Unfortunately, time was starting to become a problem. My Bull was late, which unfortunately cost us quite a bit of fuck time.
He kisses me and I kiss him back. Sometimes my Bull kisses in a slightly funny way – just a little too much tongue outside his mouth. I actually find it kind of funny, because it makes him seem even more eager and hungry than he already is.
I climb on top of him and kiss him. His cock is already hard and I slowly guide it into my pussy.
While I ride his cock, he grabs my tits and tells me I have a fucking amazing body. I ride him faster and he groans, “Oh…you’re so fucking hot, baby.”
At one point I shifted position because earlier that day hubby had sent me some photos and videos for inspiration. I secretly wondered whether my Bull would enjoy the same view too.
Judging by the fact that he immediately grabbed his phone again…the answer was clearly yes.
The moment I noticed he was filming, something inside me instantly switched into “performance mode.” Suddenly it wasn’t just about enjoying the moment myself anymore – it also became about teasing afterward, the excitement of knowing both my Bull and husband would eventually watch those images again later.
That thought alone somehow made me feel like such a slut – like a porn actress, a wife addicted to sex with other men. A woman who belonged to many men.
Well…actually more like their fuck toy, without my own husband really having any say in it.
So yes…
I may have put in a little extra effort after that.
I go wild on my Bull’s hard cock for a little while longer.
My Bull says, “come on, I want to fuck you in front of the mirror.” We move into the hallway, where he bends me forward so he can fuck me while watching us in the mirror. He films us through the reflection while I hold my ankles to keep my balance. After a while my Bull pauses and I move my hips, fucking is cock for a moment myself. He absolutely loves it. He’d mentioned this fantasy of fucking me in front of a mirror several times before, so I already know how much it turned him on. He keeps fucking until he finishes inside my pussy again. My pussy is thoroughly filled with cum and I’m ready to head home – ready to drive my sweet husband crazy with naughty videos and the memory of being completely claimed by my Bull.