In the years that I have been a bull for cheating wives, or wives in open relationships, as well as cuckold couples, nothing was as erotic as the couple I met online last month. They are a professional, upper middle class couple that was just dipping their toes into cuckoldry.
Bill and Emma were frustrated with the flakes and posers who lurk in Reddit cuck subs and in chat rooms. As we posted back and forth, I had come to learn that their hopes had been dashed many times by these charlatans. Bill told me that he and Emma had a serious talk about giving up on making their fantasies a reality.
I told Bill that just he and I should meet and see how things pan out, before considering whether I was a good fit for Emma. He was impressed that I wasn't like the others who were interested in sending dick pics and jacking off to stories about their fantasies.
When we met at a bar downtown, what I wasn't ready for was how good looking the guy is. Bill is no physical slouch. At 5'11" and 200 lbs, he is definitely a gym rat. But for his full, dark beard and my blonde, clean-cut locks, we could be brothers. Each of us has a chiseled jaw, six pack abs and a friendly smile.
I found out that Bill is an entrepreneur who runs a few small companies that keep him pretty busy traveling. Emma has a high libido and the subject of her taking a lover while he is away, came up one night after sex. From there it evolved to fantasies of him watching her with an able lover or her sending a video while he is on one of his work trips where she fucks herself with a large dildo and tells him how good her new boyfriend is.
We had a few beers and talked about how watching Emma having sex with a strong male partner would be a refreshing loss of control for him. For Emma, she gets off when they role-play about her coming home from a date and treating Bill to a warm creampie.
The two initiated scenarios where she would call him by various names as though he was the alpha she was cheating with. Once Bill would blast his load inside Emma, she would offer it to him as part of his forced "clean up" duties. He told me that, while Emma likes being dominated in bed, she found it very hot to then see Bill's submissive side and to have her role in that as well.
They were both more than ready to find a bull, but it just wasn't working out. When it was time to leave, Bill asked if I could meet them for drinks on Friday, where Emma could make a decision about me, herself. He would green light me but her input was necessary. I asked Bill what Emma likes to drink and he said that she prefers strawberry daiquiris. I was happy to take him up on his offer for the three of us to meet, and formulated a plan based on what was discussed.
On Friday night, I arrived early to secure a booth with bench seating on each side. I told the male server that I would wait for my guests to arrive before ordering. Bill and Emma entered right on time, were greeted by the server, and escorted to our seats near the back of the bar. I was standing as Bill, Emma and our server approached.
Emma is much smaller than I had expected, having only seen a few pictures of her online in scant attire. Her bright smile while she eyed me up and down was a good sign. Emma is about 5'1", can't be more than a hundred pounds, and barely a B cup. She too, is in great physical form and was happy to show her petite body off in a yellow, virtually see through, summer dress. Emma's light pink nipples and areolas made lovely circles through the gauzy material. The hem was mid-thigh, and I was a bit excited that there was no semblance of panties to be seen as she walked toward me.
"Hi, Emma," I began, offering a polite peck on her cheek, and cut in between her and Bill to guide her into my bench. Her baby blue eyes met mine and she readily slid along the bench. Emma was blushing as I winked at Bill and shook his hand. "Nice to see you again, Bill." He grinned back and took his seat opposite his wife while I slid in close to her; the server looked mildly confused.
"Can I get you folks a drink?"
I spoke before Bill could, placing my right arm around Emma's waist. "The lady will have a strawberry daiquiri, and I will have a Stella." The server scrawled down the order, and took the time to look at their wedding rings while noting that I did not wear one. I added, "And her husband will have..." I looked at Bill intently, seeing his face flush, and listened as he stammered.
"Uhh, um, Bud Lite." He had a deer in the headlights look, but then relaxed a little.
Emma stifled a giggle and placed her left hand on my right thigh, just above the knee, while the guy finished writing our order down, and left. The smell of her long, auburn hair was pleasantly sweet. My fingers rested on the hollow of smooth skin just to the side of Emma's belly button, where my touch sensed her nervous breathing.
Bill leaned toward us, and said, "Jesus, that was freaky. Did you see the look on his face?" His own face was beet red at my taking control of his wife.
"Is this what you want, Bill?" I teased, pulling his willing wife into me and allowing my hand to fall to Emma's hip, to verify the lack of panties. My dick pulsed at Emma's willingness to play along.
"Well, you don't have to let EVERYONE know," he said, in a loud whisper.
At the same tome, Emma leaned in and reminded Bill, "His face? Did you see the look on yours? I thought you were going to pee your pants when the waiter saw Michael take me away from you!" She was getting right into this. With that, I kissed Emma full on the lips and she kissed right back.
Bill could only stare at his wife's wanton act. Just as Emma finished kissing me, she let out a moan, and it was Bill's turn to wonder what else was going on. Then he saw my right hand fully cupping his wife's breast through her dress. I rolled my thumb and index finger over the pale nub, to bring it to full blossom.
"And this, Bill. Are you sure you are ready for this?" He nodded slowly as I spoke. "And for whatever it takes to make Emma happy tonight?" I saw it in his eyes as he checked in with Emma; that moment of clarity where this was no longer role-play and he knew it. Bill's licking the dryness from his lips, plus an obvious gulp of his throat, was all I needed to proceed.
I relaxed my grip on Emma's breast and felt her hand sliding higher along my slacks. I knew from experience that dick pics don't have the same effect as the anticipation of finding out what a hung bull really has to offer. She kissed me once more when her small fingers followed the length of my nearly seven inches of manhood that was trying to expand beneath my clothes.
My right hand glided down the short path to Emma's dress hem and let my fingers drift to the smoothness of her inner thigh. Emma stared into her husband's eyes and her lips made an "O" shape will my hand rose to her warmest place. When I felt how wet Emma was even before I touched her vulva, I knew she was all-in. Two fingers entered Emma, and she leaned forward to grasp Bill's hand. Her eyes told him that I had penetrated her.
The server returned and dropped off our drinks, but was too busy to notice Emma's left hand exploring my confined and building tumescence under the table. When Emma spoke aloud, "He's at least as big as you, babe," I thought the server might drop the entire tray of drinks.
Bill looked at the server, then grinned and looked to me, but I was thinking that finally I found a cuck who wasn't a pathetic micro-dicked loser whose wife was unsatisfied with what he has to offer. Apparently, Bill is a man who can compete but doesn't want to; he is here for her pleasure, without the need to be the one who gives it to her. Bill held Emma's hand tightly as a wave of pleasure washed over her cute face.
Bill softly replied, "I think Michael likes what you have as well."
I took a large sip of my beer and held my glass out. "Cheers, Bill," I offered aloud and we clinked our glasses and sipped again. When I removed my hand from inside her, Emma took hold of it and passed my glistening fingers across the table to her husband.
