It had been a little while, but completely spontaneous, I suddenly found myself making plans to see my Bull again that same evening.
The anticipation alone was already driving me crazy.
All day long, my mind kept wandering back to the last time we were together – the chemistry and intensity between us. Just thinking about the way he fucked me the previous time was enough to make my heart race again.
At this point, I knew perfectly well this evening probably wouldn’t stay innocent for very long.
Not that either of us was pretending otherwise.
What made it even more exciting for me was the support from my husband. Every tome I prepared for another date, it reminded me how lucky I was to have someone who genuinely enjoyed seeing me happy, confident and desired.
And honestly, I loved that feeling.
The butterflies. The excitement. The slightly nervous energy while getting ready. The knowledge that within a few hours I’d probably be fucked during another ridiculously horny evening.
Safe to say, I was very much looking forward to get my pussy wrecked again.
When I arrived, his front door was already slightly open.
I carried the groceries inside and handed them to him immediately, trying to act completely normal despite the fact that my mind had already wandered far away from dinner plans. My Bull smiled and asked if it was okay for him to quickly change clothes first.
“Of course,” I replied casually.
Trying very hard to behave like a respectable adult, I asked where I could put the food so I could prepare the snack board I’d brought along. While I arranged everything in the kitchen, my Bull disappeared upstairs to change.
A few minutes later, he walked back down holding his shirt in his hand instead of wearing it.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Naturally, I pretended not to notice at all.
Meanwhile. My brain was already filling a formal complaint against my self-control.
We started talking about the last time we’d seen each other, about work, about some photos I’d sent him…and eventually about the things he still wanted to do with me. The atmosphere between us shifted quickly from casual conversation back into that familiar tension we apparently couldn’t avoid anymore.
Then he kissed me.
And immediately I feel a tingling in my pussy.
The chemistry between us was still intense – maybe even stronger now because we already knew exactly how much we enjoyed each other. The teasing became more physical again: we kiss more and my Bull put his hand under my shirt and massaged my tits. I want him to fuck me!
I could already feel how hard is cock was, so I tugged at his pants. My Bull loosened his button and pushed his pants and shorts down, while the tension between us instantly intensified. I moved closer and started sucking his cock.
I focused completely on his cock, wanting to take it as deep as possible.
Then he pulled my shirt over my head and slowly worked his way downwards, his hands teasing moving towards my jeans. He loosened the button while his fingers traced along the edge of my thong, clearly enjoying my wet pussy just as much as I was.
By that point, I was completely worked up already. Every touch made my body react instantly and the tension between us only kept growing stronger. I wanted him to lick my pussy but instead he slid his fingers into my pussy. With his magical fingers he fingered me again to a climax and the fluid squirted out of my married pussy again.
What followed was him lying on top of me was he slid his cock into my pussy. At that moment my pussy was soaking wet. My Bull started fucking me and I wanted us to completely lose ourselves in the moment together.
At one point he laughed softly and told me how flexible I was, which somehow made the entire situation even hornier. The kissing, the fingering, the way we fucked each other – everything just clicked perfectly between us.
My Bull continues to fuck me hard. I’m having the time of my life.
Eventually, the intensity completely overwhelmed me and I lost myself in one incredible climax, breathless and glowing afterward while my Bull filled my pussy with a huge load of his cum.
My Bull grinned proudly beside me as we simply collapsed together for a while, softly kissing and catching our breath, both knowing the evening had already been more than successful.
I quickly pulled my thong and camisole back on. After all, I’d be heading home soon – back to my sweetheart.
My Bull and I stayed talking for a little while longer as I slowly got dressed again. The atmosphere between us had softened now: less explosive passion, more warm afterglow and quiet smiles. After one long, intimate kiss goodbye, I finally headed home.
By the time I turned into our street, my heart was already racing again – but this time for a completely different reason.
When I reached the front door, my husband was there waiting for me.
Candles were lit inside,
The moment I stepped through the door, he kissed me intensely – deeper and more passionately than I could remember in a long time. It felt emotional, possessive, loving…almost like he was reminding both of us exactly where home was.
That feeling was incredible.
After all the excitement and sex of the evening, being back in his arms felt grounding. Safe. Familiar. Loving.
He still loved me completely.
And I could feel how much passion still existed between us too. Somehow, instead of pushing us apart, these experiences kept pulling us even closer together.
That night with my husband was amazing.
Warm. Passionate. Comforting.
As exciting as my adventures were, moments like this reminded me why he would always be the love of my life.
And while lying together afterward, wrapped safely in his arms (my pussy dripping another man’s cum), I realized something very simple:
No matter where my adventures take me…home with him would always feel the best.