Dating : A Vixens First Bull

I was shitting myself on the way home. A man that wanted to have sex with me was following me home. As I drove, I became less sure. I was certain I was going to chicken out as we pulled in. My husband’s car in the driveway. Andrew pulled in and just before I got out, I got a text. “Is it ok if I watch? Can I listen, it’s Ok if you don’t want that. I just wondered.”

I was a little appalled by this turn of events. I felt like I was his fetish. But I heard my girlfriend’s voice in my head, “Of course I’m his fetish, that’s what this is about. You’re not dating this guy, you’re fucking him for your husband.”

“I have to ask. Just stay out of sight for now,” I texted back.

Andrew came up to the car as I opened the door. I looked around to see if there were neighbors looking. I needed another shot of courage. I kissed him and he held me by my hips and grabbed my ass. That adrenaline feeling returned as he pressed himself to me.

“I don’t know how much I can do,” I said. “We have to play things by ear.”

“It’s Ok. I’ll take anything,” he said. I led him inside and right to the bedroom. If my husband was around, he was quiet as a church mouse. This was creepy, I didn’t like it. As Andrew unzipped my dress and let it fall, I reached back and pulled him in for a kiss. I took a deep breath and asked him, “Do you mind if my husband holds my hand. This is for him as much as me. It’s up to you though.”

Andrew smiled, he didn’t look surprised as I imagined. But it was up to him now. “Sure, he can watch,” he said.

I loved that. I ran my hands over his bare chest and felt his nipples harden. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. I stroked his cock as he lowered his underwear we kissed and I looked at my lover, “you’re going to be such a good bull Andrew,” and I pushed him onto my marital bed.

I pulled off my panties and left the stockings and garter on. I also left on my bra. I felt less vulnerable. I saw my husband come out of the bathroom as I walked on hands and knees to Andrew and picked up his cock and swallowed him whole. Sucking him in deep. I was no longer in my body; I was somewhere else. More to the point, I was someone else, unmarried, sexy with a man that wanted to make me his mistress. It felt odd to be wanted. It felt odd that I wanted to fill that role for him.

I looked at my husband as I sucked, and then I got on the bed. Andrew and my husband exchanged looks for a moment before I spread my legs and Andrew mounted me. In that moment I felt that new cock inside me, I realized this wasn’t anything like my husband. This was different. Not better, just new.

“Come over here babe,” I told my husband as Andrew ground his cock into my pussy. I lifted my legs high. I held out my hand to my husband, who watched Andrew’s cock sliding in and out of me. I turned my head. “His cock feels really good, honey.”

My husband took my hand, and I pulled him in and kissed him, then focused on getting fucked. Nothing about the experience made any sense, it was nothing like I expected. It was sport fucking, but with my best friend right there encouraging me.

“Let me turn over. I want you to fuck me doggie,” I said, and we changed positions. I moaned loudly as Andrew slipped back into my pussy, this time even deeper as I backed up onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby. He’s huge,” I panted as Andrew pounded my pussy from behind. Just like the videos. My fingers interlaced with my husbands, we kissed as my pussy began to throb. “Oh fuck babe, I’m coming. He’s getting me off already.”

I trembled as I came on his cock. My husband and I linked with his other hand. He touched my breasts and my belly as Andrew fucked me like a jackhammer.

“Can you feel him inside me, can you feel him fucking me?” I asked as my husband caressed my belly just above my mound. “Oh, it’s so good. I love being your slut, I love getting fucked for you baby.”

Andrew didn’t ask, he just fucked me and then came in my pussy. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I forgot to ask him to pull out baby. He’s filling my pussy up, he’s making me his slut. Oh, I love it. I love it,” I said on the verge of passing out, my husband kissing me as I took another man’s load. Fuck, it was the most intense thing I had ever experienced.