Husband Training 101

Luke and I had been looking for a bull for our hotwife-stag relationship for weeks, but we were having no luck. We had scrolled through countless profiles on dating apps, but there were no good matches. And it was too risky to meet someone from a dating app.

As we sat together in bed, looking through profiles, I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. "I don't think we're going to find anyone," I said, feeling defeated.

Luke sighed. "Yeah, it's starting to feel that way."

The next day, Luke was at work, and I was at home. I was looking out the window when I saw a new neighbor moving boxes into his house. He was a tall, muscular black man with a shaved head and a deep, booming voice. My heart raced as I watched him carry boxes inside.

But as I watched him, I realized that he was Marcus, Luke's nemesis from high school. They had been best friends on the football team until Marcus had stolen Luke's girlfriend and first love. Since then, they had hated each other.

I walked away from the window and lay on the bed, lost in thought. I remembered how I had a major crush on Marcus in high school, but I was a grade behind him. I had never acted on my feelings, but now that he was living next door, the temptation was too great.

As I lay on the bed, my mind was filled with fantasies about Marcus. I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have him as our bull. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my black dildo, the one that always made me feel so good.

As I closed my eyes and imagined Marcus standing in front of me, I started to run the dildo along my inner thigh. I felt a surge of pleasure as I thought about his strong hands on my body, his lips on my neck.

I moved the dildo up to my clit and began to rub it up and down, feeling the waves of pleasure building inside me. The more I thought about Marcus, the more turned on I became. I could almost feel his hot breath on my skin, his fingers inside me.

As I continued to pleasure myself, I imagined Luke watching us, his eyes filled with desire and jealousy. I knew that he loved fantasy, and the thought of him watching me with Marcus was almost too much to bear.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that I was about to cum. As I imagined Marcus filling me up with his thick cock, I felt my body start to convulse with pleasure. I let out a loud moan as I came, the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

As I lay there, my body still tingling with pleasure, I knew that I had to make my fantasies a reality. I couldn't resist the temptation of Marcus any longer. I had to have him as our bull, no matter the risk.

But as I lay there, thinking about the consequences of our actions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. Was it really worth risking our marriage? What if Luke couldn't handle it? But the thought of being with Marcus was too strong to ignore.

I knew that I had to talk to Luke about it, to make sure that he was on board with the idea. I didn't want to hurt him, but I couldn't deny these feelings any longer. The idea of being with Marcus was too alluring,

The next day, when Luke came home from work, I knew that I had to tell him the truth. "Luke, I have to tell you something," I said, my voice shaking.

"What is it?" he asked, looking concerned.

"It's about our neighbor, it's Marcus Jackson," I said, taking a deep breath. "your former bestfriend, the one who stole your first girlfriend."

Luke's face turned red with anger. "Are you kidding me? I hate him! We were best friends since kindergarten and he stabbed me in the back!"

"He's gonna be our new neighbor, so we can ignore him," I said, trying to calm him down. "Or, maybe someday you guys can become friends again."

Luke looked at me for a moment, and then he sighed. "We don't have to talk to him, even though he moved right in next door to us."

I felt a sense of relief, I was afraid my husband was gonna go over there and get in a fist fight with him. And to hear him say we can ignore the problem, was a huge relief. The last thing I want is a war with my neighbor.

The next day, as Luke was taking out the garbage, I noticed Marcus at the end of the driveway doing the same. as I watched from the garage I could feel my heart racing, the two of them were talking to each other. The conversation starting out civil at first.

As I strained to hear what they were saying, I heard Marcus say something that made my heart skip a beat. He claimed that he didn't steal Luke's girlfriend back in high school, that she was a size queen and had come after him.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why didn't he just shut his mouth, I thought. My husband is one person you do not want to mess with. And Marcus was running his mouth and I knew this was not going to be good.

My husbands face was getting red, and Marcus was still running his mouth. If he was trying to make amends, he was doing a bad job. If he was trying to start a fight, he was doing a great job.

And then, out of nowhere, Marcus dropped a bombshell. He told Luke about the night back in high school, when he and four of his buddies had fucked that girl in the back of a van. I could see the shock on Luke's face as he took in the news, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"How dare you talk about her like that," Luke spat, his voice low and dangerous.

But Marcus didn't back down. "It's the truth, man. She was a slut, and she wanted it just as much as we did."

And with that, the two of them were at each other's throats. I watched in horror as they exchanged blows, their fists connecting with sickening thuds.

I knew that I had to do something, to intervene before the situation got any worse. And so, with all my strength, I rushed forward and grabbed the garden hose and sprayed them hoping to shock them out of fighting.

"Stop it, both of you!" I cried, my heart racing with fear and adrenaline. "This isn't the answer. We need to talk this out like adults."

"There is nothing to fucking talk about!" said Luke, as he got and tried to compose himself.

"Yeah, you got that right! Fuck you!" said Marcus as he retreated back into his house.