This is a fictional story about a wife and her first encounter with a bull.
Credit to kenjisato with editing help. The story would never make it to post without your assistance.
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I had never seen Ashley this nervous with anticipation since our wedding. In two days, she would be submitting to a complete stranger. I guess we were both overly nervous.
We've been married for five years now. We're more adventurous than most. On a cruise a few years ago was the first time we did anything with other partners. We met a similarly-aged couple who, we both thought were attractive. A few drinks took us down the beginning of our current path. We swapped partners in the same room. We both were nervous then, but a few too many drinks at the time, made it happen easily. Afterwards, we both agreed we wanted to try it again, but with less drinking.
Since that night, we had brought another woman into the bedroom, another man, as well. We've had a couple different partners. Everything to this point had gone perfectly. Which I knew was hard to believe, but I guess we had been lucky.
It was Thursday morning. Ashley had just got home from the salon. She had her hair dyed more reddish-blonde than usual. Usually, it had a slight tint of red, but it seemed to be more beaming this time. Her nails hadn't been this long since our wedding. A French tip, classy look, but she now had developed some struggles that she didn't have before. Right away, she knew they were too long but it was too late. She had also been shopping the past couple weeks and had already packed one of her suitcases, without me seeing what was in it. She came home and I was in the bedroom finishing my packing.
"Is everything set? Is Marcus still agreeing with everything?" she asked me.
"Yes. I texted him this morning, and he will be arriving tomorrow at the hotel. Everything is all set, don't worry, baby," I told her.
She started to pack a second bag. We were only going for three nights, Thursday to Sunday to Vegas. How much stuff could she need?
"Are you still okay with all of this, Richard?" she asked, as she put everything down and looked at me.
"I am. It's a fantasy I know you really want to try. Everything will go fine. I promise," I said, as I zippered my bag shut, and walked the bags downstairs.
We got a car to the airport an hour later, and we were off. The flight was short, only two hours. We both were pretty silent during the flight; she did some reading on her phone, and I took care of work emails. This wasn't going to be a normal vacation, were the thoughts running through my head.
Since we were still without children and in the middle of our careers, a lot of our time was spent with each other. Sure we had a lot of friends, but a lot of them did have kids so it was hard to hang out a lot. We were in our early thirties, and it felt like that might not be the direction for us.
To pass the time some nights, we decided to spice things up at home. One topic that came up was pornography. We watched a few videos together and both really enjoyed it. Yeah they were corny, but the sex was definitely hot.
One Saturday morning when I was out golfing with a friend, I got a text message from Ashley.
"Would you watch another man fuck me?" was what she sent out of the blue.
"What are you talking about?" I sent back.
"Have you ever heard of the term, 'cuckold'?" she sent.
I was vaguely familiar with the term, so I kind of had an idea of where this was going. "You want to cuckold me?" I texted back, with a couple silly emojis.
"No. I want another man to fuck me like they do the women in these movies we watch. I want you there to make sure I'm okay but I think it would be hot. What do you think?"
"Would I be joining in?"
"No. Just this other guy. Just for the night. You get to watch and that's it. He is in charge."
"This doesn't have to be just me, though. I want you to try it, too. With a woman. Not a guy." she messaged, with a bunch of laughing emojis.
"Ha. Yeah no men for me. Umm, can we talk it over later. I'm not against the idea."
"Yes, have fun golfing, babe, but hurry home. I'll probably be naked on the couch." she texted.
I went back to playing. I played a couple holes and talked to my friend throughout. My mind was racing elsewhere, though. Then I did the thing that started the process of getting to today.
"Hey, babe. Yes, we can try it. It does sound hot." I messaged.
"Will you hurry home and fuck me?" was the response I got from Ashley.
We talked about the idea more over the next couple weeks. We both deep-dived into the subject, and we found a couple matches. We decided Vegas would be the best place. We didn't need anyone locally finding out about what we were up to.
We were looking online one day when I found a profile. I motioned to Ashley to come over and look.
"Fuck, he is a big guy. I've never been with a black guy, either," she said.
"Yeah. He has a lot of experience in this. Lives a few hours away, but can meet us in Vegas like you suggested. His profile is the best-crafted out of the other guys on here. I wasn't thinking black either, but you do always like to watch the interracial videos," I said, nervously.
"Message him," she said, as she stood up and went back to making dinner.
I talked to Marcus through the messaging app on the website for a couple weeks. He was older, well built. He was probably around fifty, if I had to guess. He was muscular and toned. He told me about his previous experiences. He sent a couple casually-clothed and shirtless pictures. I took some of Ashley, and sent them to him. He was on board. He then sent a suggestion of limits for me to check with her, to make sure it was okay. I was blown away by that. I told her about it.
"I didn't even think about that. I mean what are you okay with?" she asked.
"Well, here is his list. Oral, and vaginal sex. I told him you don't do anal."
"Well duh, I figured both of those would be happening," she playfully smirked at me, as she said that.
"Hair pulling, spanking, choking, name calling, wow okay," I said, as I turned to Ashley.
"Umm," she paused for a long time. "Yes to all. I think. I mean, we can just see how it goes. If it is too much, we can slow it down," she said.
We had done spanking and hair pulling, and I knew she liked it. I had never choked her or called her names more than maybe once in the heat of the moment. I remember back to her text where she said she wanted to be fucked like one of those porn stars.
"Okay. I'm fine with it, too. I mean, not that it matters, it's your decision, but I will be there watching," I said, as I looked at her.
"What else?" she nervously asked.
"Oh, um... Well, he said he'll provide a blood test prior, so we know he is safe. Then he asked if he had to wear protection and if he can he cum in you? Or on you?" I gulped a little,,as I said it.
"Umm... no protection is fine. I mean if you're okay with it, too. He can cum wherever he wants," Ashley said, as she turned away from me, almost in shame.
I was blown away by this. She did say this was what she wanted, though. I told Marcus everything she had said to me. He agreed with all of our demands, too. There had to be a safe word for Ashley. If she said 'no', he could still keep going with what he was doing until she said the safe word. She thought it would be hot, if he got a little rough with her. He also agreed to not meeting her 'til right up to the point when it was going to happen. He agreed he had to respect my wishes of the interaction, too; but, he also emphasized that he was in charge.
We landed later that Thursday evening. We went right to the hotel and unloaded everything. We decided to have room service and a couple of drinks; we would get up early, walk around, do some shopping, and whatever to kill time. We had a two-bedroom suite that was connected with a kitchen / living room in the middle. One of the bedrooms was a master and the other just a standard. Marcus would get ready in the standard, and if it did happen that he needed to, he could stay there for Friday night. It was definitely a pricey room set up, but it was worth it for Ashley's fantasy.
Friday morning, we went to breakfast then a late lunch. Marcus would be arriving around seven that night. We got back to the hotel room around three and Ashley told me I could leave because she wanted to be alone to get ready. I figured I might as well go down and gamble a little bit. I was in Vegas after all.
I came back up around six-thirty. I walked in the suite and Ashley was nowhere to be found. I walked into the bedroom and was stunned. She was standing facing away from the door. She had all black on. A black teddy that appeared to be crotchless. There were two straps coming up from underneath her, which met more material on her lower back, that covered halfway up, then the two strips crossed and went over her shoulders. She turned to me and didn't say anything. The teddy was tight and form fitting on the front. It was sheer and I could make out her nipples. It plunged below her breasts, exposing a good portion of each of her lovely 34Cs. The sheer stockings were black as well, those ones with designs at the top. Her heels were a black pump, that made her almost my height, as she swayed in them.
"Not leaving much to the imagination are you?" I said to her, as I slowly looked her up and down.
"Well, he is coming here to fuck me, is he not?" she said, with a devious smile.
