Hello,
I stood in the hotel hallway as my wife just literally closed the door in my face so that she could continue to fuck her bull. I should have been enraged. I should have been pounding on that door, demanding for her to let me in. But instead I walk away, get in our car, and head home. I relieve the babysitter, take a shower, and get into our marital bed, alone. Inevitably, my mind wanders back to what happened just a few hours early, and soon I am back in the hotel bar with my wife and the bull.
My wife and I arrived first, and she is wearing a sexy dress, which makes her breasts look fantastic. She spent a long time getting ready, and her hair, makeup, and nails are done perfectly. She hasn't look this good in a long, long time.
The bull arrives a little late, and she stands to give him a chaste hug. I know that they flirted a bit online, and she has seen multiple pictures of him naked, but even still I am surprised at how comfortable she is around him right away. He sits next to her, and it isn't long before his hand is on her knee, and even less time before her hand is over his. Their chemistry was instantly recognizable, and a bit distressing.
After the first drink my wife suggested that we head upstairs. She suggested it! I was expecting the bull to guide us through all of this, but my wife has her fuck me eyes on him, and she is almost bubbling over with sexual tension. I have never seen her like this before, and am both turned on, and revolted, at the same time. The bull readily agrees, and gives her his arm, which she gladly takes. I follow them to the elevators, already feeling like an accessory.
Once in the elevator the bull leans down to kiss my wife, which she returns hungrily. She moans into his lips as his hands move to her breasts, caressing them through her dress. She moans even louder as he does that, and I feel my knees go week as they make out in front of me, my wife all too happy to be giving in to her bull.
He leads us to the room, and I follow them in. My wife tosses her clutch on the desk, and turns to face him. The bull begins kissing her again, as his hand expertly lowers the zipper down the back of her dress, which is soon on the floor. She kicks it to the side, showing off a very sexy leopard print bra and panty set that I had never seen before. It dawned on me that she bought it just for tonight, and that the bull is going to be the first person to take it off her. My stomach churns in jealousy, but my cock is straining against my pants.
He tells her that she looks amazing in that set, and she does, but that doesn't stop him from removing it rather quickly. She in turn has him naked in no time. Her eyes like saucers as she sees his massive cock for the first time. The dude was huge, and frankly I had a hard time looking away from his cock. My wife's hand instantly went for it, stroking it up and down as he sucked on his nipples, hard. My wife fucking loves that, and groaned loudly as his mouth suckled her like a pro.
Soon she fell to her knees, and began to devour his cock. As I mentioned earlier, my wife always gave me good head, but she turned into a fucking porn star with the bull. She ran her lips up and down the sides, before slowly taking him in her mouth. She didn't get him all the way in, but deep throat him, as she rubbed her clit. The bull let her know what a good job she was doing, and groaned loudly as she popped off and began sucking on his balls. It was at that point that he told her it was time to fuck.
He got on the bed, and slipped a condom on. How it fit over his massive cock is beyond me, but it did. She straddled him, as her hand guided his cock to her soaked pussy. Slowly she took him in, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside her. It was then that she let out a low moan of pleasure that I had never heard her make before. He began grinding up into her, and she came, almost instantly. I mean the guy made her cum by literally just putting his big dick inside her, and grinding a little. Christ, I was out of my league.
She rode him for a long time, as he sucked on her nipples, his big hands mashing her tits together. She kept moaning his name, telling him how big he was, and how fucking sexy he was. By this time I was in the chair across the room, my jaw dropped, my cock aching in my pants. My brain had trouble processing what was happening before me. My normally shy wife, riding a very big man, with a very big cock, and loving every second of it.
He rolled her over, lifting her leg up high as he slammed his cock in and out of her. He picked her up, fucking her against the wall. I am not strong enough to do that, but the bull lifted her up like she weighed nothing, as he guided her up and down on his massive cock. Finally he bent her over at the edge of the bed, and proceed to fuck her harder than I thought was possible. My wife was in a trance, her eyes rolled back as he absolutely pounded her. His massive cock splitting her apart. Her tits, the tits that breastfed our children, swaying like crazy as he fucked her. She came over and over and over. Her moans never stopping. The smell of their sex filling the room.
Finally the bull pulled out, and had her turn around, laying her on her back. She sucked on his balls, as her head hung over the side of the bed, and he proceeded to cover her breasts in his cum. It was a massive load, and it shot all over her upper chest, and breasts. She squealed in delight, as she rubbed his cum with her fingers, putting them in her mouth. It was at that moment that I realized that I came in my pants, without touching myself. Something I had never done before.
It was a short while later when I realized we were running late. My wife was in a hotel bathrobe by then, escorting me to the door.
Slam.
Back at home I toss and turn, looking at the clock constantly. I finally drift off to sleep only to wake up a little after seven as my wife slips back into our room. She doesn't say a word, and just collapses in our bed. Soon the kids are up, and I rise to get them downstairs for breakfast and cartoons. My wife sleeps like the dead, and doesn't stir until close to lunchtime. What the hell happened after I left? I don't have the nerve to ask her, and she doesn't share.
Mr Carter
