January 7th 2021, the second full lockdown in England was one day old and already Dawn Wright felt the strain as at present she was effectively alone with an incommunicative husk of a husband.
Hopefully he would begin to respond today, he had slept more soundly last night and had allowed her to snuggle up to him without flinching. She on the other hand had slept fitfully, when she did drop off the dreams returned. They weren't nightmares as such but disturbing just the same. Cliff was always the centre of attention, she an unseen, unheard but highly aroused observer. Dawn knew why the dreams were themed that way, part reruns of the events of the previous Friday night and part sexual fantasies she had of watching her husband with other women.
Her obsession with erotica had led her to form fantasies of her own but never shared with her husband. The ones which drove her desires most were Cliff the dominant bull pleasuring grown women of all shapes, sizes and ages while she watched with pride and arousal. Sometimes when they actually made love, if she caught a reflection of herself being taken by Cliff, she would pretend she was one of his conquests, the middle aged wife needing a real man, and her resulting orgasm would be especially strong and generally long lasting.
One website she had found had described the type of fantasy as 'Cuckquean'. She had even taken to trying her hand at writing a few erotic stories on the same theme. However, she struggled to finish writing them as she frequently felt the need to masturbate which, though pleasurable, meant she lost her train of thought and on most occasions left her sore.
Her recent dreams, however, had the twist where Cliff was the object of a bull's desire, and not just one but four of them. The disturbing part was that she had observed the reality, her tall, muscled husband had been drugged and taken not just by four bulls, but also a transexual woman. She, like her husband, had been repelled when the direction of the event first unfolded but her body and desires betrayed her and him as she had multiple orgasms as he was repeated used.
Her betrayals of her husband had not stopped with her orgasms, she had found herself enraptured into loudly encouraging the abuse and finally taking part herself with a double-ended strap-on dildo. She knew the later acts were heavily induced by drugs they had made her consume as she passed out shortly after her orgasm and Cliff had also ejaculated strongly but that could never make the guilt she felt recede.
If her husband did every come out of his near catatonic state she needed to be able to make amends. But what can you say to make it better, how do you explain the why you did something, rather than just the what you did?
That was the problem Dawn Wright began sadly mulling over after she awoke to find her husband Cliff had already risen from their marital bed. She had been desperate to talk to him for the last three days but now felt nervous about the full confession she had promised herself she would make. Brutal honesty, the contrition, and the begging for forgiveness was going to be far simpler than actually knowing and explaining why she had done all of the things that had landed them both at this point and in some way gain redemption.
The air in the bedroom felt chilly, so Dawn pulled the duvet closer and glanced at the clock, 9:30 a.m., she had slept through the alarm but then she no longer needed to get up for work. Her bladder was nagging at her to get up, but the cold air meant she waited until it was almost to late before she ran naked to the ensuite. Dawn's teeth were chattering as she sat on the loo, a strong stream of pee hitting the water below. The skylight window was wide open letting in the freezing January air, she could hear cold rain hitting the conservatory roof below. Dawn sat freezing unable to shut the window until what seemed like an endless stream of urine finally emptied from her bladder. Her nipples were hard and aching from the cold air as she regretted waiting too long to get out of bed, otherwise the window would be closed and she would be swathed in her fleecy dressing gown .
That was another lesson learned, she decided that she could not wait any longer to get her husband to listen, she was going to make him listen this morning. Finally dabbing herself dry, she flushed then closed the window and wrapped the dressing gown around her, washed her hands and face and then brushed her teeth. Dawn drew a comb through her hair, looked at her drawn, tired face in the mirror, deciding against make-up she took a deep breath and then went in search of her husband.
His home office door was ajar so Dawn quickly poked her head in but Cliff was not at his desk and unusually his laptop and monitors were off. She headed to the kitchen, but apart from the smell of freshly brewed coffee there was no other sign of her husband. Finally she checked the living room where a half-empty cafetiere sat on a table, but no Cliff, that was when Dawn looked through the patio window, there was her husband standing in the torrential freezing rain staring out across the garden.
Dawn stared disbelievingly at her near naked husband holding a mug as the rain plastered his hair to his head and his only clothing a sodden pair of boxer shorts turned transparent across his muscular glutes. She opened the sliding patio doors and screamed at him, above the din of the rain on the conservatory roof, to come inside. Cliff turned slowly and walked towards her, his hands seemed blue with cold but what caught her eye was the hard lump outlined in his boxers.
Cliff dripped on the living room floor as Dawn hesitated then slipped off her dressing gown and wrapped in around the shoulders of the now shaking figure. Pulling him up the stairs she led him to the ensuite shower and turned it on full heat before pulling him inside with her. Dawn let the shower soak through the dressing gown before eventually removing it from Cliff's shoulders and throwing out on to the bathroom floor. She stepped close to him and clung to him whilst the water warmed them both, Cliff's hard cock pressed against her belly.
Slowly he embraced her as if waking to her presence, and her own body began to react to his touch and hardness pressing into her. He hadn't let her properly touch him since his ordeal and she wanted to cling to him. She began to speak but he pressed his mouth to her and his tongue probed her mouth. Cliff's big hands grasped at her buttocks pulling her close and squeezing hard, Dawn felt the heat inside her pussy increase at the roughness of his touch, she moaned with desire and relief into his mouth.
He broke the kiss to let her speak, moved a hand to her left breast then continued to maul her, his head bent to kiss her neck.
Dawn moaned, "Oh god, I didn't think you would ever want me again?"
Cliff remained silent his mouth stuck to her neck like a teenager marking his girlfriend.
