A Visit From a Bull
There it was. The knock on the door. My heart rose into my throat. My hands shook a bit. I looked across at my wife, Rita, who was sitting across the living room from me. She looked sexy as hell wearing a red, loose skirt and a tight, white sweater. Both showed off her amazing curves. I knew that those were the only articles of clothing she had on. She gave me a nervous smile and a nod. Telling me to go ahead and answer the knock.
It had begun a few weeks earlier. Well, actually a while before that. My 60 some year old body was failing me. More exactly, one part of my body. You guessed it. Erectile difficulties. The blue pills helped a bit, but only a bit. I was feeling like a sexual failure.
My 55 year old wife, however, was seemingly more interested in sex than at any previous point in our relationship. The freedom of the empty nest and getting past menopause had her constantly wanting a good fuck- as she was now voicing it. I did my best to satisfy her and had learned how to put my mouth and hands to good use. However, as she put it, sometimes a woman just wants a good fucking.
To top it off, Rita's appearance was as gorgeous and sexy as ever. Her face- beautiful with a sexy, mischievous smile. Reddish hair (admittedly helped with a little dye) curled in waves down to her shoulders. Possibly a few pounds over her medically ideal weight but exactly at what I considered an ideal weight. Nicely rounded ample breasts and wide hips. When wearing a skirt her thighs were teasingly strong looking.
Anyway, a few weeks before we had a serious discussion about our relationship. She reassured me that there was no one she would rather be married to or partnered with. She appreciated my efforts to satisfy her sexual needs. But she admitted again that sometimes a highly sexual woman just wants a good fuck from a big cock.
On my side of the discussion I had confessed that, as my sexual capabilities were lessening, I had been fantasizing more and more about submission- being dominated by and satisfying others sexually as a priority over my own needs. Her response surprised me. She said that she also fantasizes about getting sexually dominated by a strong male.
So there it was. I stewed over it for a few days and finally resigned myself to the only solution I had come up with. I offered to bring in a bull to cuckold me and give her a good fuck.
She replied that she couldn't do that to me. I insisted that it was the only way that I would feel that I wasn't disappointing her. I said she wasn't doing it for me- that it was to satisfy both of us.
She asked where. I said that I would want to be present to make sure she was safe and that she would know that I was okay with things. So the easiest place would be right at home. Finally she agreed to give the plan a try.
That night she gave me a very enthusiastic blow job and when I went down on her she went wild. She admitted that the plan had her very excited.
So I had spent some time on the internet and came in contact with a 40 year old guy who presented himself as a bull. He was shorter than me- 5 foot 10- and 200 pounds. His pic showed him to be stocky and athletic. Handsome, rugged face with dark hair.
We exchanged several emails. He was fine with coming in and having us both present. In fact he said he liked humiliating the husband. He laid out several requirements. I was to answer the door and motion him in. I was to be silent the entire visit. He would be referring to me as "boy" and to Rita as "my girl." Meaning his girl of course. We were to refer to him as "Sir." We set up a date and time for him to visit.
And now there was knocking at our door.
I opened it. His pics were accurate. I started to welcome him in but he interrupted me. "Remember, not a sound out of you. If I ask you a question- or if your wife does- you can nod or shake your head." I nodded and held the door. He stepped in and headed over to where my Rita sat.
"Hello. You are certainly gorgeous, my girl. I love the outfit."
"Thank you, sir. You are very handsome. And very buff. Welcome to our home."
Sir sat in an armchair. "My girl, come over here and sit in my lap." My wife did so. "Feel free to grind your ass into me. Your ass can feel my cock grow and harden as we get to know each other." He looked at me and winked as he fondled one of her knees, his fingers disappearing suggestively up the hem of her skirt.
"Boy! Get naked!"
I nodded and slowly took off my shirt. His hand moved to her other knee. I was already barefoot so I undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Lowered my zipper. His hand moved up to cup one of her breasts.
"No bra, my girl. I like it. Not much sag for an old girl either." I could see him rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. "Go on, boy, drop those pants."
I obeyed and tossed the pants and shirt onto a chair. I stood there in my boxers. "C'mon, boy, all the way. Let's see what you've got."
I lowered my shorts and kicked them away.
Oddly enough, seeing him playing with Rita had me a bit excited. I can't claim that I had a super erection, but my cock was showing more life than it had been lately. Semi-hard. Still on the small side, but at least not completely shrunken. However, this did not much impress Sir.
He looked at her and said, "My girl, I don't blame you for needing reinforcements. Look at that pitifully small thing. Boy, come closer. I want to check it out better. I can hardly tell it's a cock from here."
I stepped closer. He reached out and gave my cock a sharp flick with a finger. I flinched and he laughed. I noticed that Rita failed in her attempt to suppress a smile.
