Apparently, I’m not very good at living a quiet life.
After saying goodbye to my second Bull, it didn’t take long before curiosity kicked in again. This time, I met someone new through an app. He was divorced, charming and according to him “just looking for some fun.”
Same here.
So that already felt like a promising start.
We chatted for a while and quickly discovered there was an easy, playful chemistry between us. The conversations flowed naturally – a mix of normal gettin-to-know-you talk and increasingly less innocent messages as the day went by.
And yes…the flirting escalated fast.
At some point, after exchanging enough teasing messages to make concentrating on literally anything else impossible, we decided I would come over to his place one evening.
Because things might “run a little late,” I packed an overnight bag just in case.
You know. Very casually.
Totally normal behavior for a married mother heading out for a date with another man.
I bought a bottle of bubbly for the evening and couldn’t help laughing to myself at the thought that it might not be the only thing popping later that night. It made me so horny!
I get myself ready and shave my pussy nice and smooth. Ready for my new Bull’s cock.
This Bull was different from the others in one important way: we had never actually met in real life before and I was meeting this stranger without my husband.
Everything between us so far had happened through our phones – messages, teasing conversations, late-night flirting and enough playful tension to keep both of us distracted for an entire week.
But even through the app, I could tell he was serious. Not in a “looking for marriage”. Kind of way necessarily, but serious in the sense that he genuinely craved connection and maybe even someone to share his evenings with. And judging by how eagerly he reacted to my teasing messages all week, I’d definitely succeeded in keeping him very distracted.
The anticipation had been building for days and by the evening of our date my Passy was already completely soaking before I’d even left the house.
Before heading out, I kissed my husband goodbye. There was something strangely comforting about that moment every single time – his smile, his support, the little look in his eyes that said he already knew this evening was probably going to become another ridiculous story for later.
Then I grabbed my overnight bag, took a deep breath and left for my date, my mind racing with excitement, curiosity…and more than a few very naughty thoughts about how the evening might end.
When I arrived at his house, I rang the doorbell and suddenly realized how strange this situation actually was.
My Bull opened the door with a warm smile and immediately made me feel welcome. The tension I’d been carrying during the drive eased almost instantly.
We opened the bubbly, settled onto the couch and started talking about the usual things – work, life, random stories, the kind of “small talk” people pretend to have while both knowing perfectly that we’ll soon be fucking each other.
At one point, he asked about my marriage.
That question always interest people.
So I told him honestly: “I feel completely whole with my husband. I know exactly how much I love him.”
And that part was absolutely true.
What surprised many people was what came next.
I smiled and shrugged slightly before adding: “But these little adventures? They’re basically just snacking outside the house. Fun, horny…and very enjoyable.”
That made him laugh immediately.
Apparently, honesty becomes a lot easier after a couple of glasses of bubbly and a week of extremely inappropriate texting.
Before long, the flirting gave way to kissing.
The chemistry felt even stronger in real life than it had over text. The kisses were slow at first but it didn’t take long before the tension between us became impossible to ignore.
As we kissed, his hand slowly disappeared beneath my dress, teasing exploring just enough to drive me crazy without fully giving me what I wanted yet. Meanwhile, I could already feel my pussy getting more and more wet by every touch, every kiss, every second of anticipation.
The teasing went both ways.
While we kissed, my hand wandered over his crotch and I quickly discovered that his cock was hard. Perfect! He is horny.
A moment later, his hand entered my thong and his fingers slide into my pussy. I tugged lightly at the button of his jeans, making it very clear I wanted his cock.
Apparently, he appreciated direct communication because within second his jeans disappeared and I took his cock in my mouth and start sucking him.
He shifted slightly and starts fucking my mouth with is hard cock.
At some point, he lifted my dress higher and slowly slid my thong down, while his fingers once again found their way into my pussy. He started slowly, teasing me gently, building the tension little by little. Every moment made me lose myself more and before long I could feel just how overwhelmed my body was becoming.
And then suddenly…
I completely lost control.
A wave of warm fluid squirted so intense out of my pussy that I genuinely startled myself. I froze for a second, shocked by what had just happened, while my Bull looked at me with a huge grin and proudly announced:
“ Yeah…you just squirted.”
Excuse me…WHAT?
Apparently, this man I had only known a week earlier had just unlocked an achievement I didn’t even know my body was capable of.
Honestly, I think my brain short-circuited for a moment.
Meanwhile, he was still very clearly enjoying himself too and the look in his eyes made it obvious he wasn’t planning on slowing down anytime soon. The chemistry between us had become completely wild by that point and all I wanted was to feel his hard cock in my pussy.
What followed was him fucking my pussy hard and wild. Treating me like a true slut and his personal fuck toy.
Eventually though, reality interrupted us in the form of one very practical problem:
The couch really wasn’t the world’s most comfortable place for fucking activities.
So laughing, breathless and still completely wrapped up in each other, we finally decided it might be smarter to relocate before one of us ended up with permanent back problems.
We eventually decided that I would stay the night at my Bull’s place.
Honestly, the idea of getting dressed, driving home and suddenly behaving like a responsible adult again sounded deeply unappealing. I didn’t want the evening to end yet. I wanted to fuck and squirt more and apparently, so did he.
So we grabbed my overnight bag from the car and almost immediately disappeared into his bedroom like two people with absolutely no intention of sleeping anytime soon.
We claimde onto the bed together and instantly started fucking again. At this point, fucking him already felt strangely familiar, heavenly even, despite the fact that we’d only met in person a few hours earlier.
At one point, I moved myself on my knees and let my Bull fuck me hard from behind while he pulls me back by my hair. After a while he stops for a moment and I started sucking his cock. My finger slides over his anus and I notice he clearly likes this,
Like a true cowgirls, I sit on his cock with my back towards him and start riding him. He in turn, keeps slapping by ass hard if to say “ faster.”
He pushed me on my knees again and fucks me very hard while continuously slapping my ass. At this point my ass is glowing and red from all the beating but it made me extremely horny.
After a long time of getting fucked, I lie om my back and my Bull slides his fingers in my soaked pussy. I feel my tension building up again in my bode and becoming intense. My pussy is going crazy and finally, while sucking his cock, I felt my self cumming. I just squirted again!
As real icing on the cake, he shoots a huge load of cum all over my beautiful face.
By then we had completely lost track of time.
The world outside the bedroom no longer existed.
There was only us, sex…and the growing realization that staying overnight had been a very good decision.
Meanwhile, my husband – whom I had completely forgotten about hours earlier- was lying alone in bed alone while I was enjoying myself with another man.
The realization should probably have made me feel guilty.
Instead, it only made the whole situation feel even more exiting.
Because somehow, despite how outrageous this all sounded on paper, my husband supported me completely. He knew exactly where I as, exactly what I was doing and somehow that trust only made me feel more free, more confident and more desired than ever before.
At that moment, lying there fully naked and tangled up with my Bull while my husband waited for me at home, I suddenly had one very dangerous thought:
Maybe I really was a slut.
And to my own surprise?
I absolute loved it!