Very cool to the skin, the white silk slip clung to his buttocks and thigh, the hem just below the knees. It felt a bit on the tight side especially when he sat down to slip on the sheer nylons, but it had been difficult to find the right size when he had gone shopping for lingerie. He had fingered lingerie in the boutique when a pretty young girl asked if she could help him. He blushed and said he was looking for something for his wife. He thought his Bull would love to fuck her. Having tried on Kim's clothes at home, he knew that he'd need two sizes larger. He wasn't a big man, but he had wide shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs, not an ounce of fat. Kim was of slighter build. So he took a chance on the size and selected a shimmering blue silk slip with ribbon straps and waited until he got home before trying it on. It fit, snugly, but it fit, clinging to the lines of his chest, waist, hips and ass. He sent an email to his Bull telling him about the purchases and the pretty store clerk and where the store was in case Bull Glen wanted to check her out. The silky texture of the slip against his smooth skin aroused him deeply.
Bull Glen had ordered the cuck lawyer to have his legs, pubic hair, and Van Dyke beard completely shaved before their next meeting, and Danny had obeyed. So eager to serve the soldier who now freely fucked his wife, Danny wanted to be whatever his Bull demanded he become, or he risked being deprived of the Bull's presence, deprived of his voice, deprived of his boots and Bull cock, deprived of his overwhelming man power. Thinking of his Bull's cock using his wife's cunt, breeding her, loading her womb with his virile substance, he accepted the fact that his own pathetic dick had become irrelevant. He was no longer allowed to play with himself or fuck his wife. Straining against the finely wrought metal frame, his flaccid dick could never become erect, although he could still piss through it and drops of precum could dribble through as well. The slip rose above his silver cock cage encasing the genitals.
He carefully unrolled the stockings, pointing his feet like a ballet dancer and inserting in such a way as to prevent the fine material from snagging on a toenail. Wavelets of electrical charges rippled under his skin as he connected the top of the nylons to the garter belt, which Kim had purchased for him. He had thought of panty hose, but they would cover his buttocks and cuckhole to which his bull needed access. He posed in the mirror, turning this way and that, examining his backside, caressing his hips and thighs through the silky blue slip. Then he stood still, let the lingerie fall to its natural length, and waited in their bedroom.
The soldier Bull had arrived earlier and enjoyed a quick and hard fuck with Kim. He had just grabbed her at the door, pushed her down on the white leather couch, inserted his hand up her skirt, and into her cunt, and fisted his bitch for a few minutes. She writhed like a serpent on a stick. He then raised her legs over his shoulder and unbuckled his fatigues to free his already enormous cock. She had been forbidden to wear panties. Danny had been allowed to watch, as long as he sat on the floor by his boots. Kim was eventually stripped naked, but Glen remained in army fatigues and t-shirt, and always his boots. Those army boots commanded Danny's attention. He loved being under them, the sole of a boot pressing against his face, or being allowed to grovel and lick and worship them. He was allowed to caress and lick the soles as the Bull ramrodded the moaning, groaning, and begging slutwife on the sofa, her legs wrapped around her bull's neck. The cuck made love to the soldier's boots, his tongue savoring the texture of well-worn leather, and digging out the grit caught among the ridges of the corrugated soles. Sometimes the booted foot kicked back against the cuck's face, because Kim's voice urged Bull Glen to fuck her: oh, please, fuck me hard, fill me with your cum, I need it please, master, fuck fuck oh holy fuck me. And that's what the Bull did, not caring care where his booted foot hit as he cunthammered the wife.
Then the Bull's hard muscular body both tightened and ploughed hard and as deep as it could. Kim arched her back and seemed to hold her breath, her hands flailing over her head as Bull Glen pumped and released enough jism in his wife's womb to conceive a hundred virile bulls for the future, so Danny thought. He wanted to suck that precious bull spunk out of his wife's cunt, a pleasure so far denied him, but he knew it would come. Bull Glen pulled out, his still-hard cock glistening with cunt juices and dripping cum. He stood and suddenly hoisted the naked, half-swooning wife over his shoulders. Pushing several fingers up her cunt, he walked about the room, the wife swinging over her strong shoulders, moaning as if in a semi-coma. Then he noticed Danny sitting on the floor by the sofa.
"Hey, bitch," he called to Danny, "crawl over here and lick my fingers."
