My first night as a bull

I guess it’s called “imposter syndrome.” I mean, I look the part. I spend a lot of time in the gym. I take steroids, like lots of them. It even affects my mood. But man, does it make me swole. If I were gay, I would definitely want to fuck someone with a body like mine.

I’ve got plenty of ink, too. Mostly Celtic crosses and Irish type of shit that celebrate my mother’s side of the family’s ethnicity.

Finally, my dick is seven inches long, erect. I measured it. Granted, I measured from the base of my pelvis. I mean I’m like borderline material as far as dick size. But it is thick. And I know when I fuck women they go fucking crazy, so I figured, I could measure up.

When I started working out at the gym, a lot of the guys there told me about doing porn shoots and they invited me to do it too — not for the money. The money was shit, but they said the girls were fun to fuck. No thanks. I have a career. The last thing I need is for my bosses to find out I did porn.

Then I heard from a guy in the gym about being a bull.

“You fuck hot women in front of their husbands,” he said. “The husbands jerk off. It’s crazy. I have no idea why, but these guys actually get turned on watching a stranger fuck their wives. They’re called cucks.”

He made the crazy sign with his hand swirling near his head.

“But the women are hot, I’m telling you,” he said. “And they really get into being fucked while their husband watches. You know, being bad but being good at the same time. They’re called hotwives.”

“Huh,” I said. “I could give that a try.”

“You’ll be their bull,” he said. “That’s what they call the guy who comes and takes charge of their wives. The bull.”

“I like that,” I said. “I’m a bull!”

I mean, I like to puff up my chest after I work out, and look at myself in the mirror and make a real tough guy face, like a bull. Like I could steamroll anything. It makes me feel powerful.

But sex…sex is so personal. I kind of get nervous when I’m with a woman. At least at first. But then when my big dick starts giving them big orgasms, I relax.

I just worried that I might freeze. That I might not get a hard-on. What if I wasn’t attracted to the girl? There were so many things that could go wrong. What if the guy tried to do something gay to me while I was fucking his wife? What if the guy started crying or something. It seemed kind of dangerous, the whole thing.

Maybe that’s why I liked the idea, though. The danger of it.

She was in her early twenties; he was an older guy.

Maybe he didn’t have the energy at his age to please her the way she wanted, I don’t know. But Lawrence contacted me on this cuckold website and asked if I wanted to get together for a meet and greet, to see how we get along.

We met at a posh bar. He was an upscale dude, in a bespoke suit. Lawrence worked in finance. His wife Shari was super cute, like a cheerleader type, with that long dirty blonde cheerleader hair.

“I bet you were a cheerleader in high school,” I said to her, trying to break the ice.

“No,” she said, stone faced. “I played sports, I didn’t cheer for them.”

Oh. That went well.

I quickly learned that there is a vibe element to this game, and if the vibe is off, it just sucks. I wondered why she was acting so cold to me, if the idea was that we were going to actually fuck. When her husband Lawrence excused himself to go the bathroom, she confided in me that she wasn’t sure about any of this. It was all Lawrence’s fantasy and they had never done anything like that before.

“Well, I’ve never done anything like this before either,” I said. And that seemed to relax her. By the time the night was over we were all joking and having a nice time. So we agreed to meet in a couple days at their house.

“Aren’t you going to kiss my wife goodnight?” said Lawrence.

So I went up to this beautiful young woman and I gave her a nice long kiss on the lips. She opened her mouth and we made out for a good couple minutes. When we stopped I looked over at Lawrence. His mouth was wide open. It was like he was in a trance of ecstasy.

“Oh my God!” he just said. “Oh my God!”

We both laughed, and I squeezed her hand and told her I couldn’t wait to get together again.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said, looking at me and giving me a little wink.

So my friend gave me a couple of Viagra before I went over to their house a few nights later. The whole thing was so intimidating. First of all, their house was behind a fancy gate in Bel Air — that’s the rich section of LA. I had to buzz to get the gate to open, and then I drove up to this mega mansion. And they were there at the front of the house to welcome me. She was dressed so elegantly, in the kind of chiffon dress you might wear to a prom or something. But she looked beautiful. He was dressed elegantly too, with a cravat around his neck, looking like quite the dandy. And he was walking with a cane that was ornately carved on the handle.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, waving the cane. “Just twisted my ankle doing some gardening this morning.”

We went through the front door, and he proceeded directly up the grand staircase, with his wife tenderly beside him, helping him up the steps. I stayed a few steps back and we made it up the stairs.

They led me straight into the bedroom.

“I have some refreshments up here on a tray,” Lawrence said. “Would you like anything?”

“No no,” I said. I was so paranoid about my “performance anxiety” that I dared not drink any alcohol.

“Well, I need some,” said Shari, and she poured herself a glass of champagne and one for her husband.

“To first times!” said Lawrence. Then he looked at me. “I understand that this is your first time, also.”

I nodded.

“Well, we’ll just take it as it comes then, eh?” he said.

He sat himself down in an ornate chair across from the king sized bed, with its mahogany headboard and silver satin sheets, and leopard print comforter.

Shari sat down on the bed and patted it.

“Come sit with me,” she said, sipping the last of her champagne and putting it on the sideboard.

I sat next to her, took her hand, and she started kissing me. I kissed her back, with pleasure, and almost forgot about her husband across the way.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said to her.

“Yes, tell her all about how beautiful she is,” said her husband. “Praise her injudiciously. She loves that.”

“Injudiciously?” I said. I didn’t even know what that word meant. I mean right now, I had to google it for like ten minutes to even find out how to spell the word that I think he said. Anyhow, I think he said injudiciously.

“I love your hair,” I said, and I put my hand on her dirty blonde hair, stroking it.

“I love your arms,” she said. “I’d love to see more of you. Why don’t you take some of your clothes off?”

I stood up and removed my shirt and pants.

“Oh go on,” coaxed the old man. “Take it all off!”

So I pulled down my briefs. I saw Shari biting her lower lip as she looked at my cock. I was greatly relieved to see that it was already half hard from the kissing.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she said, standing up and coming over to me. She kissed me hard, and put her hands all over me, feeling my muscles, and finally grabbing my cock and stroking it until it was totally erect.

“He’s all yours, darling,” I heard the man say. “Enjoy every inch of him.”

I looked over and saw that he had his dick out and was masturbating furiously.

“Why don’t you suck that nice big cock of his!” he suggested.

Shari got down on her knees and put my cock in her mouth. I saw her glance over at her husband and kind of smile with her eyes — her mouth was already smiling, with my thick dick in it. Alright, let’s just say it wasn’t the greatest blowjob I’ve ever received. It was apparent she wasn’t all that experienced with sex. But I didn’t mind. Who ever minded getting their dick sucked?

Lawrence, though, was going crazy.

“Yes! Suck that big dick. Oh my goodness, it fills up your whole mouth. Oh my goodness…”

He was there pounding away as he rooted her on. Me, I was ready to fast forward this porno. I helped her up by the hand, and I turned her around to face her husband.

“I’m going to undress you so your husband can watch and enjoy,” I said.

“Bravo, bravo,” said Lawrence.

I kissed her hair and her neck, and then pushed her dress down over her shoulders and kissed them. She was moaning and appreciating me, so I felt confident now. Then I unbuttoned the dress and let it fall to the floor.

“Mmm,” I said, admiringly. “What a sight this must be for your husband, to see you in all your beauty, in your bra and panties, while I put my hands all over your body.”

“Mmmm,” she sighed. She was kind of rocking back and forth back into me, and I could tell she was getting into this trance I was putting her into.

“I’m going to unsnap this bra so your husband can watch me caress your beautiful breasts from behind like this.”

“Mmm,” she sighed.

I removed her bra. And I continued kissing her neck as I caressed her nipples. They got harder and harder as she rocked back and forth and sighed.

“Yes, yes…”

“Do you want me, baby?” I whispered into her ear.

“Yes!” she said.

“How much do you want me?”

“So much…”

Then I slipped my hand down in the front of her panties and I begin rubbing her clit.

“There you go!” cheered on her husband. “Well done, man! Well done! Rub my wife’s pussy why don’t you! Rub it good!”

Then I slid her panties all the way down and started pressing my dick against her behind as I kept rubbing her pussy.

“Do you want me to fuck you right now, like this, standing up, from behind?”

“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me!”

I slipped my dick right in her and started fucking her slowly, and I continued to rub her clit with my hand from behind. She pushed her ass back against my dick and moaned like crazy. I could see Lawrence’s eyes widening as he watched his wife getting fucked.

“Oh yeah, honey,” she called to her husband. “His dick feels so good in me.”

“It must be nice to have a nice big dick in you for a change,” he said, in a good sport tone.

“It is,” she said. “Oh my God it is!”

And then…I heard it. This quickening of her moaning. The squeals getting more and more high pitched. I wasn’t sure, but then…

“I’m cumming!” she screamed. “Oh my God! I’m cumming! Ahhh!”

“That’s good, baby,” I said. “But it’s only the first. I don’t consider my job well done unless I make a woman cum at least five times.”

“Five times?” she said, in wonder.

“Haven’t you ever cum five times with Lawrence,” I whispered.

“Are you kidding?” she said, loudly. “I’ve never cum once with Lawrence.”

“It’s true!” said Lawrence. “I’m afraid I’m not much good at arousing her. But you, young man, you’ve done the trick, I must say!”

I took her hand and we lay down together on the bed. I enjoyed kissing her and embracing her for a while, as her husband watched.

I thought to myself, this bull thing isn’t bad. I’m really connecting with this poor woman, who is so desperate for a man who is not her old worn out husband. The only thing bad for me was him gawking at us and wanking off. It made me feel like some kind of porno performer. But then she surprised me.

“Lawrence, go into the kitchen and make us something to eat,” she said. “We want to have a little time to ourselves now, darling. Is that alright?”

He looked a little hurt.

“The kitchen?” he said. “Yes, dear.”

He put his dick away, stood up and left us there naked on the bed.

“I really like you,” she said when he was gone. “Give me your number and we can get together without that old creep around. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great,” I said, looking at her pretty face and her sexy lips. “I really like you, too.”

“Great,” she said.

And then she climbed on top of me and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me.