All Characters are 18 years or older.
Sally and Steve have been together for a long time. Steve is a really nice man and that could be the problem. Now Sally wants more, she wants a firmer hand, she wants to be controlled and she wants to try new things, and another man.
Steve will do anything for Sally and he confides in a work colleague who tells him exactly what to do to make his wife happy... and so it begins....
Keep reading,because as the story moves on, you'll meet various Cucks, more Bulls and even another Hot wife!
Readers, please note that this story may jump categories as it includes, BDSM, HotWife, Cuckolding, Group Sex, Voyeurism, MMF Sex, MMMF sex, and DP
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The Wife the Bull & the Cuckold Chapter 17
Steve was rushing around putting his clothes in a small suitcase, while Sally gathered up his toiletries for a wash bag.
'OK, I think that's everything,' she said. 'Just remind me, what time is your train?'
'I'm meeting George at the station at 9:15am, so if we leave in the next
20
minutes we should get to the station on time.'
Steve was visiting a client in Falmouth and had decided to take George, the senior man in his team to help with the discussions. Sally was used to Steve travelling as the firm handled planning and all things architectural right across the country. This time it was just one night away, so no problem for either Sally or Steve; Steve would phone later and they would chat about their respective days like the old married couple they were.
'Come on, come on, let's go,' Steve said, 'I don't want to miss my train and George is always early for everything.'
Sally looked around for her favourite jacket and couldn't find it. 'Ok, Ok, I can't find my Jacket, you know, the black one with the cream piping around the edges. Have you seen it?'
'When did you wear it last?' Steve asked.
'It was when we went to meet Rick at the Troubadour restaurant. Oh blast, I think I left it at Alan's.'
'Never mind, wear something else. Come on, we've got to go.' Steve said.
Sally grabbed her denim jacket and they rushed out.
Once in the car Steve said, 'I'll text you Alan's number and you can give him a call to make sure that he has got it. You know you might have left it at the restaurant. Things were getting a bit fruity, weren't they, and I'm sure that if you were as distracted by then as I was, jackets would have been the last thing on your mind.' They both laughed.
George was there waiting for Sally and Steve to arrive. She got out of the driver's seat and kissed Steve goodbye and then waved to both of them as she got back into the car for the short drive home.
Steve sat down on the train with George opposite, and they chatted about the designs, the client, and the planning officer that they were scheduled to meet on the site of the major development near Falmouth Marina.
After a while, the conversation dwindled and the two men both began to gaze out of the window as views of the lovely countryside rushed by. Steve was looking forward to the Dawlish section, which took the train very close to the coastline and then through the incredible tunnels that famous architect Isambard Kingdom Brunell designed for this part of the railway all those years earlier.
Steve suddenly remembered that he'd promised to send a note of Alan's contact number to Sally, so she could call him about her jacket. But as he thought about the jacket and that night, instantly, his mind went back to the evening when his lovely Sally had worn her silk jacket and how marvellous she had looked. He couldn't help thinking about Rick and Alan and how they had stripped her naked while they made him sit in a chair and watch what they did to her.
Steve was grateful for the table in front of him as he knew, without doubt, that he was feeling aroused and his cock was beginning to grow in his trousers. He tried to dispel the hot thoughts, but it was too late. Once again his mind's eye showed him the flashbacks that he had already seen so many times since that night; Sally's nipples being licked and sucked, Sally moaning and writhing in ecstasy as the men touched her and stroked her and lapped at her wetness and then fucked her every which way. He remembered the taste of Alans cock and the feel of Ricks shaft and the sheer erotic experience of it all.
'You, ok?' George asked, 'you look a bit worried about something.'
Damm it - think about brussels sprouts, Steve told himself.
'No, no, I'm ok,' Ihe said, feeling a little flustered, 'I've just remembered something for Sally - I'd better send her a text.'
After pressing send, Steve forced himself to think about the sea and the design genius of Isambard Kingdom Brunel as the train seemed to slow while it began to wind along the track close to the sea. The water was rather calm, yet the numerous small boats and yachts appeared to be rocking up and down in the waves of the grey blue sea - it was a lovely sight.
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Sally had finished work and made it home around lunchtime and was pleased to receive the text from Steve, who explained that the view from the train window was marvelous, the lovely countryside and then all the boats and yachts, not too far to go now, and then proceeded to provide Alan's phone number.
She made herself a snack and then called Alan's number.
He answered after just a couple of rings, 'Gibson.'
'Hello Alan? 'Sally asked.
'Yes, this is Alan, who's calling?'
'It's Sally, Steve's wife. We met at the Troubadour recently. I hope you remember.'
'Sally, how marvellous to hear from you, of course I remember now. Come on, it was a marvelous night and I can say for sure that it's something that I will remember for a very, very long time. How are you, everything ok? How can I help?' Alan said, smiling broadly now as an image of a naked Sally flashed before his eyes.
'Oh yes, thank you,' Sally said. 'It's just that I've lost my Jacket and I think I may have left it behind at your place, any chance that you've seen it?'
Alan was very pleasantly surprised by Sally's call and, whilst he had absolutely no idea if he had seen her Jacket or not, he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.
'Yes, I think I might have, would you have left it in the hall, can you remember, there are all sorts of coats and stuff hanging up there?'
'Maybe,' Sally said, 'any chance that you could look for me and let me know. There's no rush. You know, if it's there, you could just bring it into work and give it to Steve to pass on to me, if that's ok.'