A week later, another date was already planned.
At this point, I probably should have accepted that this was no longer “ just curiosity.” It had officially become a very exciting hobby.
One of the things I secretly loved most about these dates was actually getting ready for them with my husband nearby. There was something strangely intimate about standing in front of the mirror doing my makeup while he watched me prepare for another man.
Most people probably imagine that situation being awkward.
For us, it was the complete opposite.
He helped me choose what to wear, gave his opinion on my hair and occasionally looked at me in a way that made it very clear he was enjoying the entire situation far more than most husbands probably would.
And honestly? I loved seeing that reaction.
Not just because it was exciting, but because it reassured me every single time that he genuinely enjoyed seeing me happy, desired and confident. Somehow, instead of creating distance between us, these experiences brought us even closer together.
Although I have to admit…watching my husband get turned on while helping me prepare for another date is still one of the most surreal relationship dynamics I’ve ever experienced.
Once I was finally ready – outfit chosen, makeup done, hair behaving reasonably well for once – I walked over to my husband and kissed him goodbye.
That kiss always felt different before a date.
Supportive. Excited. Maybe just a tiny but dangerous.
Then I grabbed my coat, took one last look in the mirror and headed out toward my Bull’s house, already feeling those familiar butterflies returning.
Apparently, date number three was officially happening.
Once I arrived at his place, the nerves returned almost immediately.
Not panic-level nerves – more the kind where your stomach fills with butterflies and suddenly you become very aware of every little detail about yourself. Is my hair still okay? Did I put on too much perfume? Why am I suddenly walking like I’ve forgotten how legs work?
As I stepped into his apartment, I heard a door closing and my Bull calling out he was quickly finishing his shower.
So there I was, standing alone in his living room, trying to look calm while secretly feeling sixteen years old again.
I sat down on the couch and looked around. He had clearly made an effort for the evening. Candles were lit, soft music was playing and the atmosphere felt warm and inviting – somewhere between romantic and “this evening is definitely not ending innocently.”
When he finally walked out of the bathroom, still slightly damp from the shower, I turned toward him and immediately kissed him.
No awkwardness. No hesitation. Apparently, by date number three, we skipped all formal introductions.
He smiled while looking me over and told me how beautiful I looked that evening. What made me secretly smile was the fact that he still had absolutely no idea what kind of lingerie I was wearing underneath my dress.
And honestly?
That little secret made me feel incredibly confident.
He poured us both a glass of wine, we toasted to the evening ahead, took a sip…and within seconds we were kissing again.
A lot.
At some point, the wine became almost irrelevant because neither of us could seem to stop touching or kissing the other. The chemistry between us was still just as intense as before – maybe even stronger now that we knew exactly how dangerous we were together.
And judging by the way he kept pulling me closer, I had a feeling this evening was about to escalate very quickly once again.
The tension between us was becoming impossible to ignore. I could already feel how hard is cock was and with a playful grin I grabbed him by his belt and pulled him closer until he ended up on top of me on the couch.
As he slowly lifted my dress, he finally discovered the lingerie I’d secretly chosen for the evening.
The look on his face?
Absolutely worth it.
He clearly loved it and honestly, seeing his reaction instantly boosted my confidence even more. There’s something incredibly excited about knowing you’ve com completely captured someone’s attention without even trying too hard.
The kissing quickly became more intensive and before long we were completely wrapped up in each other again.
He took off my thong and stars licking my pussy. It makes me so wet and horny. It felt so good!
At some point, I helped him out of the rest of his clothes and start giving him a blowjob. I take his cock completely in my mouth and feel it go down my throat. His cock is nice and after a while I can’t take it anymore and want to feel his cock in my pussy.
I whisper in his ear: “fuck my married pussy, claim it!” Before I knew it he was fucking me hard again and I loved it.
It’s really incredible as a married woman to have another man claim your pussy.
Sorry babe – I love you and I know you secretly enjoy supporting my adventures.
At this point, the apartment had basically turned into our playground.
After a while, he guided me onto my knees on the couch, my face in the pillows and my ass in the air. I could still feel the tension in my soaked pussy when he placed his cock in front of my ass and slowly entered my asshole.
Fuck, this felt so good!
My bull started fucking my ass and I moaned in pleasure.
I had to capture this moment for my husband so I grabbed my phone and started filming myself with my bull fucking my ass in the background.
Filming something has never been so difficult because all I could do was moan and concentrate on the wonderful feeling of being fucked by my Bull.
My Bull kept fucking hard, I had never been fucked in the ass for so long, but finally he came and shot his cum in my ass.
By this point, it had somehow become all pas midnight, which meant it was finally time for me to head home again.
I started putting my clothes back on while secretly smiling to myself. I already knew my husband would immediately notice the evidence of what kind of date I’d had – especially when seeing my Bull’s fresh cum in my black thong later.
The thought of that made my pussy feel even more exciting somehow.
After one last long, intimate kiss goodbye, I finally left his apartment and headed home, still replaying the evening in my head the entire way back.
What I didn’t know at the time was that this would end up being my final date with my second Bull.
Not long afterward, he entered a serious relationship and we decided it was best to end our little adventures together. Surprisingly, there were no hard feelings – just fun memories and a few stories that still make me smile when I think about them.
But if anything, the experience only awakened my sluttiness even more.
Because apparently, once you start exploring this side of yourself…it’s very hard to stop.
And so, naturally, the search for Bull number three began.
And honestly?
It didn’t take very long.