I had another date with Bull number eight.
Yes…him.
You’re probably thinking: Wait, wasn’t Bull number eight the guy you had absolutely zero chemistry with? Why on earth are you meeting him again?
Fair question.
After our first date, I’d asked him afterward how he had experienced the evening. My Bull admitted that he’d enjoyed it, but also understood exactly what I meant when I said the atmosphere had felt more like two colleagues having a drink together than an actual exciting date.
Still, he did think it was worth repeating.
Meanwhile, hubby pointed out something very realistic: the chances of immediately finding another wealthy, generous, emotionally stable “sugar daddy type” were probably not incredibly high.
He wasn’t wrong.
So the three of us – well…emotionally at least – ended up reconsidering the situation a little. Because if you look at it differently, the dynamic itself did have potential.
A successful older business man. Luxury settings. Attention. Good conversation. A little fantasy. A little excitement. A little “high-class escort energy” without the actual escort part.
The more my husband and I talked about it together afterward, the more we started thinking: Maybe this could actually become fun un its own weird way.
Not every exciting connection has to being with fireworks and instant chemistry. Sometimes attraction builds more slowly, especially when someone is calm, respectful and a little emotionally reserved at first.
So eventually I decided: one more chance.
And somehow, that decision brought me to this hotel. Because my Bull had arranged a suite there.
The moment someone casually says: “I booked a suite for us,” the entire situation suddenly starts feeling a lot more interesting already.
My husband had carefully picked put my lingerie for this date, that immediately made the whole evening feel extra exciting already. I made sure my makeup, hair, outfit – everything – looked perfect before leaving the house.
And apparently…it worked.
Because the exact moment I stepped outside, my sister was standing right in front of our door.
She looked at me and immediately said: “Wow…you look amazing! Where are you going?”
Panic.
So naturally I answered vaguely: “Oh, I’m just going out.”
She laughed immediately and asked: “With Tom?”
To which I replied: “I don’t know any Tom.”
Honestly, if she only knew the actual story behind my answer.
While driving toward the hotel, I called hubby and I told him what had happened. He completely lost it laughing at the coincidence that I had run straight into my sister while leaving for a secretly glamorous hotel date.
Then, in typical hubby-fashion, he casually suggested: “Why don’t you just call her back and say you’re going on a date with another man?”
That was technically not even entirely wrong.
So naturally, I actually called my sister back and jokingly told her exactly that.
Her response absolutely killed me: “Well honestly, I’d do that too if I had the qualifications!”
Not even remotely the reaction I expected.
After laughing about it together, I called hubby again and we stayed on the phone almost until I arrived at the hotel/
The closer I got to the hotel, the more I realized something again: I still miss him almost immediately whenever I leave him behind.
As I drive into the hotel parking lot, the rain suddenly started pouring down.
Perfect timing.
So there I was, trying not to arrive looking like a drowned raccoon on a “luxury” date. Luckily, hubby always leaves an umbrella in my car, so I grabbed that before stepping out.
Honestly, that felt so nice too – like I was taking a tiny piece of my husband with me on the date.
One I walked into the lobby, I checked my phone. My Bull had messaged me asking to let him know when I arrived. So I quickly texted him and immediately afterward also messaged my husband to inform him that I had safely arrived and was officially “going to fuck.”
A moment later, I saw my Bull stepping out of the elevator, so I walked toward him so we could immediately take the same elevator back upstairs together.
He greets me with a kiss on the cheek and together we headed up to the 14th floor- also the very top floor of the hotel.
Not bad, Mr. Sugar Daddy.
The suite itself was honestly impressive. A mini sauna, huge bathtub, large bed, walk-in shower, sitting area…clearly my Bull hadn’t booked the “standard business traveler with free breakfast” package.
Once inside, I took off my coat while my Bull asked if I wanted something to drink.
“Just give me a glass of wine,” I laughed. “I was wondering when you’d finally ask.”
We sat down together on the couch and chatted casually for a while about random everyday things. Meanwhile, I still had my live location turned on for hubby, although I knew I still needed to properly do my second check-on message later so he’d know everything was okay.
At one pont, my Bull suddenly looked at me and simply said: “I want to kiss you.”
Points for directness.
He gently took my face in his hands and kissed me.
The kiss was genuinely good.
Not as naturally perfect as hubby, but definitely enjoyable. It turned me on. Him as well – you can just tell from the hunger in a man. You can feel it in the way his hands move, where they wander and how turned on he gets.
We finally stopped kissing for a moment, which actually worked out perfectly because it gave me a chance to let my husband know that everything was okay.
When I checked my phone, I saw several messages from him. Apparently, I hadn’t completed my check-in properly. I had assumed that the message I sent from the lobby counted as a proper check-in. Clearly not. Pay more attention to these details, I thought to myself with a smile.
I quickly sent him an update anyway. I told him that everything was going well, that my Bull and I had kissed, that the kiss had been surprisingly nice and that the suite was beautiful. It felt good to check in with him. No matter how exciting these adventures are, hearing from hubby always gives me a sense of comfort and reassurance.
With that done, I put my phone away, smiled to myself and turned my attention back to my Bull and the evening ahead.
I took another sip of my wine and then leaned over to kiss my Bull. This time he moved closer beside me on the couch. He lets his hands glide over my body and gently cups my tits. I think he can tell that I’m wearing an open bra.
He pushed me a little farther back onto the couch and leans over me. He kisses me and then Strats kissing my neck as well.
I decide it’s time for some clothes to come off, so I push his shirt up and he takes it off. Nice! And while we’re kissing, I figure I might as well start unbuttoning his pants too. We keep kissing and my Bull slides his hand beneath my dress. At first, he traces the outside of my thong with his fingers, but before long I feel his hand slip underneath it. He’s got a hard cock by now – I can see it through his pants.
My Bull climbs on top of me and while he’s kissing me, I undo his belt and unfasten the button of his pants. He pulls them off and my hand slips inside his boxers. Just.a little feel.
Hard, not particularly big, but nicely groomed. That’s a plus, because I’m not a fan of hairy cocks.
I think it’s time to show him that I’m really good at sucking cock, so I pull his boxers down. “Well, this isn’t exactly a fair balance, is it?” After all, I’m still fully dressed. So, in one swift motion, I pull my dress up and over my head.
“Wow! Your tits! What are you wearing?” His hands immediately move toward my tits. Well, hubby was right. My Bull definitely finds it hot and the outfit is a success. Now I’m wearing nothing but my Louboutin pumps and black lingerie.
My Bull kisses me, but all I really want is to suck his cock.
I slide off the couch and bend down to kiss him. I kiss his neck and slowly work my way downward. I deliberately let my tits glide over his hard cock. I first run my tongue along the shaft of his cock, then take it deep into my throat. Just like on all my dates, I hear a deep, loud moan. Why do my Bulls always seem to enjoy this so much?
“Fuck,” my Bull says. I can’t help but grin a little, thinking about how Bull number five always says exactly the same thing when I’m busy with him.
I’m sucking my Bull off. It’s fun. A cock that isn’t quite so big is actually pretty nice when you want to take it deep again and again.
Suddenly my Bull says, “Oh, fuck! Don’t move.” I freeze. “Okay, you can start again,” he says a moment later. He had almost come. So I guess he’s enjoying it. I choose to take it as a compliment.
I sit down beside him and kiss him. His fingers slide inside me. He notices how wet my pussy is and comments on it. Honestly, it surprises me too.
He touches my pussy and his fingers slide inside me. It feels good, but what U really want is to feel his cock inside me. Oh no, actually, I want him to feel what it’s like to slide his cock inside my married pussy.
My Bull is lying on top of me and with my hand I guide him toward my pussy. The head of his cock brushes against my clitoris. I can tell he wants me. “Come on,” I whisper to him, “put your cock into my pussy.”
He lays me on my back, lifts my legs and then slowly slides his cock into my wet pussy.
“Good grief, you’re pussy is tight,” my Bull says. “I know,” I reply. He laughs. Meanwhile, I’m thinking to myself, that all say that.
My Bull fucks me. I already know he’s not going to be able to last very long. It’s actually pretty hot to watch someone get completely lost in the pleasure of having his cock inside my pussy.
His expression changes and I have to admit that I climax too, because he really knows how to thrust. My Bull moans and then collapses down beside me. “Did you enjoy that?” I ask. “Amazing,” he says with a grin.
I need to use the bathroom for a moment and I want to text my husband. I message him to tell him that I managed to drive my Bull completely crazy and that we ended up having sex. Finally, I text him that I love him and that I miss him. It may be my little getaway, but it’s still not always easy. Then I walk back to my Bull.
We have some wine together. I send hubby one more message telling him that I love him and that I really miss him. After that, I put my phone away again.
My Bull kisses me and I can already feel how quickly he’s getting turned on again. But honestly, I’m not in the mood to fuck on the couch anymore. So I get up, take his hand and lead him toward the bed.
It’s a lovely, soft and spacious bed. Perfect for me and hubby too, I think to myself. My husband and I would make full use of this suite from top to bottom while fucking.
I climb on top of my Bull and slowly lower myself onto his cock. He enjoys it, and honestly, so do I. He moans, grabs my breasts and gives my things a firm slap.
Then I lie down beside him and he climbs on top of me. We kiss and his fingers slide inside my pussy. My Bull uses his fingers to work that spot that always makes me squirt. I can tell he knows what he’s doing and that he isn’t going to stop until I completely let myself go. I can feel that I’m about to come and the wet sounds grow louder. I decide to just let it happen and I climax, squirting as I completely let go.
I think this only turned my Bull on even more, because he slides his cock back inside my pussy. He pushed my legs aside and starts fucking again. Then he shifts his position, balancing on one knee while turning me slightly. I can feel that this lets his cock go deeper. I think hubby sometimes does something similar too.
There I am, a married mother whose pussy has just squirted and is nog being thoroughly fucked by her Bull. I enjoy having sex with other men so much. I don’t want to stop. I just want more.
I’m a daughter, a daughter-in-law, but above all a slut. I love it and I’m proud of it. Let the Bulls come my way!
He doesn’t have to keep going for long before he starts mumbling something about how tight and unbelievably hot it feels and how unfair it is. Good, I think to myself. Just remember that you’re fucking a very special pussy!
Then he comes and gives a few more hard thrusts. My Bull drops down beside me and says, “Shit! I forgot to film it!”
“That’s right! I’ll remind you during the next round,” I reply.
Quick bathroom break and a chance to text hubby. Hopefully a little of my Bull’s cum will still drip out of my pussy so I can make a fun video for him. I head to the bathroom and start filming, but unfortunately nothing comes out. Then I try using my fingers to coax some of the cum out of my pussy.
I send the video to my husband right away and I hoep he sees it soon. I’m also curious whether he enjoys receiving something like this and finds it as exciting as I hope he will.
After that, I head back to my Bull. He needs to use the bathroom too and while he’s in there, I quickly take a fun nude selfie in the bathroom mirror.
When my Bull returned, I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He picked up the wine that was still sitting in the lounge area and brought it over.
“You need to keep drinking,” he teased with a smile.
I laughed and finished the rest of my glass while we settled onto the bed together. Earlier, hubby had jokingly told me that I should at least make an effort to cuddle up to my Bull a little, so I decided to move a bit closer and lean against him.
“So,” I asked with a grin, “are you still planning to make some nice videos for me later?”
My Bull laughed and said he was. “That was always the plan,” he replied. “After all, it would be your souvenir.”
I had to laugh at that. It was such a typically answer for this Bull: practical, confident and delivered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Perhaps giving him a second chance had not been such a crazy idea after all.
We kissed again and it was immediately obvious his cock was hard again. I take him into my mouth and while I’m sucking his cock, I notice that he’s started filming. I have to put in some extra effort now! Hubby is going to see this too! I do my very best to make it look and feel as hot as possible.
Then I tell my Bull that I want him to film the moment he slides his cock into my pussy. He stands up and I move myself to the edge of the bed. A bit of a shame that I can’t film my own face for hubby this time. My Bull keeps fucking me and honestly, it feels really good.
For a moment, I glance back over my shoulder to see if he’s filming me too. Then I try to give hubby a few good facial expressions for the camera.
I turn around and het down on my knees in front of him, take his cock in my mouth and start sucking it again. My Bull is filming and once again I make sure to give it my all. I let him fuck my mouth and I’m determined to make it look as good as possible on camera.
Sometimes he hits the back of my throat and I have to fight hard to suppress my gag reflex. I think men secretly find it how when you’re almost struggling to take it.
My Bull wants to fuck my pussy again and asks if I’ll lie down on the bed. He spreads my legs apart again, slides his cock inside my pussy and starts thrusting hard. I can tell he’s about to climax, but I don’t think there’s actually any cim left to come out.
“Fuck!” My Bull shouts, before collapsing onto the bed. “Man, I’m completely oversensitive right now.” “My cock feels so incredibly sensitive that I can feel it all the way down to my balls,” he adds. I can’t help but laugh a little. I tell him that I’ve completely worn his cock out. My Bull laughs and replies, “Yeah, I’m afraid you probably have!”
I gathered my clothes and started getting dressed beside the bed. My Bull did the same while we slowly transitioned back into reality.
He asked whether I wanted to take the remaining wine home with me, but I laughed and told him he could keep it himself. Then he asked whether I had a parking ticked for the garage. Luckily, I had received one when I arrived, so that problem was already solved.
As we got dressed, I asked him whether he had enjoyed the evening.
“Definitely,” he replied without hesitation.
I smiled. That was nice to hear.
We both started collecting our things. I checked twice to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, while my Bull did a final sweep of the suite to make sure nothing had been left behind.
It had turned out to be a much more enjoyable evening than I had expected. The second date had been completely different from the first one. Sometimes people really do deserve a second chance.
Still, despite how much fun I had, mu thoughts had already started drifting back home.
Back to my husband. I missed him. A lot.
While we were packing up, my Bull sent over some of the photos and videos we had made during the evening. Perfect timing. Before even starting to drive home, I could already forward them to hubby.
The first souvenirs of the evening had officially arrived.
My Bull and I walked together to the elevator. He handed in his room key at the reception and a few minutes later we stepped outside into the evening air.
Before we went our separate ways, he kissed me goodbye.
Then, with a grin, he joked: “See you again in four months, okay?”
The smile on his fave immediately gave away that he was teasing.
Naturally, I refused to lose that game.
“Sounds good,” I replied with a completely straight face.
He laughed.
I got into my car, closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. The evening was over. Time to go home.