Tim nodded his head as he looked over at his wife, Rosa. Finally, he thought. I've pictured this moment over and over again. Hands wrapped around my cock, looking into the computer. Twenty more minutes and we'll be pulling up at the Oceanaire. This guy'll be standing out front, dressed in white with jewelry on, or at least that's what she said.
Tim smiled, having recalled what Rosa told him before they'd left their Creampie Ridge apartment. As hard as it was to pull his eyes away from his wife and cease imagining her being fucked as if there were no tomorrow, he did just that and looked down the road. It slid down a slow decline and into Downtown Aratego. Soon enough, colorful, mid-rise storefront and apartment buildings hugged both sides of the street. Sidewalks swelled with cuckold couples and their bulls, visiting shops and restaurants block after block.
Rosa, who was wearing a tight red dress that showed the world the "Latina" in her, looked over at her husband Tim. Before speaking, she reached over and rubbed his thigh. "You okay over there?" she asked.
Tim took a deep breath. His cock throbbed in his pants. "Rosa, you know you shouldn't be touching me like that when we're on our way somewhere like this," he said. He then chuckled nervously.
Rosa laughed. She'd been with Tim for six years, having been married for three of them. There were times she saw him get pretty excited -- like the time she gave him a blowjob in his new office -- ,but this certainly was something different. Immediately, she looked down at his bulge. A small giggle slipped out of her mouth. There was a small wet spot on the fabric of his jeans, just to the side of his zipper. "Tim, you never tell me to not do this any other time we are on our way somewhere," she responded.
Tim chuckled. His wife's teasing was almost too much. This was different, though. Oh so different. They were on the way to making his fantasy come true -- bringing a raw, dirty fantasy to life, if everything went over smoothly. He'd already seen a picture of the bull's "tool" a couple of weeks ago at the kitchen table. The bread he was eating at the moment became lodged in his throat when Rosa excitedly held up her phone to show him the picture. Quickly, he'd gone from kissing her and welcoming her home to seeing the bull she met, which was supposed to be to her liking and her liking only, to his wife patting him on the back to keep him from choking to death. While Rosa certainly wasn't what anybody would call "conservative," Tim was a little surprised to see his wife had such a big appetite. By the time he'd gotten over choking on the bread, the first words to slip out of his mouth were "Fuck, Rosa. That's a big cock!"
"This is different," Tim said, hesitant to say more. He smiled. "This... This is just different."
Tim pulled off of the Vein -- the expressway encircling Downtown Aratego— and zigzagged through South Aratego. A small neighborhood just south of downtown, South Aratego was known for its narrow, dimly lit streets with bars and restaurants on either side. On side streets, husbands walked their excited wives up to an upstairs apartment. You couldn't miss other walking their sore, stumbling wives back out to the sidewalk and holding the car doors open for them. When he pulled into the Oceanaire parking lot, he looked down at his crotch. There was no way he could hide the pre-cum stain.
Tim then looked up at the sidewalk. Sure enough, just like Rosa said, the bull was standing up next to the restaurant entrance. His name was Nat, or so Rosa told him. Tim looked him up and down, figuring him to be at least 6'3". His broad, muscular shoulders bulged through his shirt. The white fabric clung to his muscular arms and beefy chest, looking like another layer of skin. Khaki pants did absolutely nothing to hide his impressive leg muscles. Nat's smooth skin looked as if it had been personally kissed by the sun -- well-done chocolate having been stirred to perfection. Tim's heart jumped -- thumped in his chest at this point. This was the bull his wife Rosa had gone out and gotten, supposedly meeting him at a Deli. And, judging by the way he looked, he looked as if he could fuck the living daylights out of a 5'2" woman like Rosa easily.
Nat smiled when the green four-door pulled into the parking lot. He'd just been looking at his phone, licking his lips as he looked at the picture Rosa sent: a photo of her plump pink pussy. Having grown up on Lascivious Island, Nat moved to Aratego to take advantages of opportunity. And from the looks of it -- he watched Rosa and her husband climb out of the car -- their seemed to be plenty of it. Nat noticed at the way the husband, Tim, looked at his wife. This guy was obviously trying to hide his nervousness. He then picked up on the wet blotch on the guy's crotch. He chuckled, turning his attention back to Rosa. This wife did indeed say something about her husband not being a long laster in the bedroom.
Tim stood back as Rosa stepped up onto the curb. Nat leaned in, wrapping his big arms around her then allowing them to go down toward the small of her back. Just as they'd been pulling away from one another, Nat's opened hand ran over the top of Rosa's butt check. Tim suddenly felt warm. He glanced away, in a fidgety way.
"You look nice tonight," Nat complimented, looking Rosa up and down. The 25-year-old bull repressed his urges to hold the wife's arm up in the air and help her twirl around so he could get a good look. He wanted to smack her ass, but knew that -- and more -- would come soon enough if he played his cards right. Her thighs were thick, which he liked. And her chest looked just as bouncy as it did the first time they'd met at the Deli up in Lust Park. He noticed she'd only been wearing one ring, like at the deli. She and her husband still hadn't officially welcomed a bull into their union officially. Nat made sure she saw he had no ring as well, letting her know that he wasn't committed to a couple just yet. From there, having been in line behind one another, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Tim reminded Rosa he was adamant about moving forward with finally bringing a bull into their marriage, but they both wanted to be sure she got the right one. And he needed to be right for her in every way imaginable.
"Hmm, hmm," Nat added. "Real nice."
"Thank you, Nat," Rosa said. "You look nice too." His physique drove her crazy. She felt her panties moistening between her legs. She then lost her train of thought when her eyes landed on a tube-like imprint in his pants. She'd looked at the picture she showed Tim over and over again, but wanted the real thing -- to hold it and feel the depth, the stretch inside of her.
"Oh, this is my husband Tim," Rosa said, snapping out of her daze. "Tim, this is Nat."
Nat reached out and shook Tim's hand. Tim wasn't necessarily "scrawny," as he did have some meat on his bones, but right away he didn't look like the kind of man who could give a woman like Rosa what she needed. In many ways, Tim represented the very reason Nat moved to Aratego. Despite being in the middle of the jungle, the city had experienced explosive growth in the last couple of decades. It now attracted businessmen, and their wives, from other parts of the world to either visit or live. Either way, Nat, made sure the couples he met got to experience what the island truly has to offer. Now, though, he was looking for something different... And Tim looked to be just the right husband; this couple looked to be just the right couple.
"Hey man, nice to meet you," Tim said. Nat's bulky grip swallowed his hand.
"Nice to meet you too," Nat said. The bass in his voice couldn't go unnoticed.
