This happened quite some time ago, before COVID was even a thing. I was swiping on Tinder to my heart’s content when I matched with this lady, who I’ll call Laura. She was 27, petite and blonde, with amazing curves, pale skin, and bright green eyes. We hit things of really well, and end up planning a meetup at a local café the day after.
She was even more beautiful in person than she was in her pictures. After some flirting, she drops two bombs on me, pretty much right after each other : she’s married, but her husband has given her a hall pass, *but* what they are truly looking for is a bull. This was because of two things happening more or less in parallel : their sex life kinda fizzled out, and he also developed a cuckold fetish, which ended with them agreeing to look for a bull to satisfy both of their needs.
I was quite shocked, frankly. I told her that I need a day to consider whether I want to get involved or not, which she told me was fine. We shared a kiss before we parted.
Next day I messaged her husband about the whole thing (I wanted to be sure), and he confirmed what she said. I thought it all over once again, and ended up agreeing to meeting her at their place – if I didn’t talk to the husband, or if I didn’t see that both of them were respectable, established adults, I think I would have backed out despite the possibility of fucking Laura due to the fear of getting involved in something too shady for my own good.
The night we settled on soon came. They lived on the edge of what is considered the uptown area of our city – by the looks of it, their place could comfortably house a family of five. Only Laura and her husband lived there though, of course. Not long after they welcomed me, we settled down in their living room as we popped open a bottle of wine. Our conversation centered mostly around sexuality, of course – Laura and I talked about all sorts of kinks, preferences of ours, funny or hot stories from our past, etc. while her husband mostly asked about more technical things in a roundabout way – roughly how many women I’ve slept with in the past, whether women like Laura are my type (yes), whether I ever had size-related issues in bed, or how long I could last. Since Laura sat beside me, she sometimes absentmindedly rubbed my bulge through my pants with one hand as she and her husband listened to me talk, which was really hot.
After we finished our bottle, the conversation continued a bit until Laura proposed that she and I should go take a shower – I knew that it was her way of saying that it’s on now. Her husband stayed behind, of course.
Even though she has sent me some saucy pictures before, it was still my first time seeing her in the nude with my own eyes, and it was a sight to behold. Her calves and thighs were fit and toned from exercise, her hips wide and her ass firm and appropriately sized for her curvy frame, her torso leading to her very generously sized breasts that were just big and hefty enough to be visually arresting without looking comically oversized on her frame. Before she stepped into the shower, she loosened her bun, which made her natural blonde hair fall down until it almost reached her clavicles. Her picture-perfect pussy modestly hid between her legs, completely shaven and bare.
Despite all the tension in the air, nothing more serious than kissing, petting, and some fingering/tugging happened inside the stall. Both of us really wanted each other, but we knew that we shouldn’t blow all our gunpowder just yet – the privilege of going all-out was reserved for their bedroom only.
We got out and toweled off most of the wetness before continuing to their bedroom completely naked. I feel like I should explain that I didn’t really have a problem with being seen nude by other people, like Laura’s husband – I had a short swinger streak with a previous partner where I pretty much got desensitized to being seen having sex by third parties.
The bedroom was prepared for our arrival – there was a fresh box of condoms of the type I said I use the night before on the nightstand, towels on one of the chairs, a large bottle of water and two cups on a desk, with a large bottle of lube beside it, an open suitcase full of toys for her pleasure set down on a second chair, along with a jar of preheated massage oil on a stove by the window.
Laura and I settled down on the bed, while her husband got naked and sat down on one of the chairs. He’d mostly remain there for the rest of the night and jack himself off to me and Laura getting it on.
Laura grabbed the jar of oil, and told me to settle down comfortably belly-down – she couldn’t resist lengthening the foreplay for as long as she could.
The oil was hot, but also extremely soothing. She really knew how to work a man – by the time she told me to turn over, I was almost completely jello-like, except for my cock. She continued exactly the same on my front, but now with the added bonus of me being able to watch her nude body during all of it. She finished it all off with pouring a little oil on my shaft and balls as one of her hands gently cupped the latter, giving me a handjob for a minute or two before she told me that it’s her turn now.
She laid down face first on the bed, and I decided on starting from the bottom-up. From there I worked her soles, her calves, her thighs, and firm ass before settling down on the back of her thighs, my member resting on her buttocks, working her back and neck. She turned over and I worked her all over from the front, too, paying special attention to her tight groin and her boobs. Her soft, quiet moans reassured me that I was doing things right.
I decided that it was time to stop playing around, though. I grabbed a vibrator from the suitcase, and worked her clit with it with my right hand while I grabbed some of Laura’s beautiful blonde hair with my left as the two of us locked eyes and I gently pulled her towards my groin. She knew what I wanted, and started to kiss, lick, and envelop my tip with her soft lips and hot, wet tongue. Frankly, if I didn’t know how to watch myself, I easily could have come from her mouth alone – after all that foreplay, I was extremely sensitive towards direct stimulation.
Despite enjoying everything about getting sucked off by Laura so much, both of us were dying for PIV now. I laid down on the bed, and told her to mount me; she obliged. She supported herself with her hands on my chest (and I with my hands on her hips) as she slowly impaled herself on my cock. Her face contorted with the odd mix of pleasure and mild pain during insertion before she let loose a quiet, relieved moan at the end. She was tight, but not so much that it was uncomfortable for either of us – neither of us expected to fit the other so well.
From this point on, I frankly don’t remember everything in perfect order. She rode me amazingly well, her boobs bouncing as her hips tirelessly moved. Her soft, staccato-like moans filled the air. She came on my cock soon after, but I still had a decent amount of stamina left in me – I changed positions and took her in the missionary position, with her legs on my shoulders before feeling my orgasm creep closer and closer after I made her cum in this position, too. When I told her this, she said that she wanted to finish in the doggy position – her choice suited me perfectly. I pounded her from behind for a couple minutes, grabbing her hair and slapping her ass before I felt the heat, the tension, the pressure gathering in my groin reach a breaking point. “Cum outside so that he can see”, she said literally seconds before my orgasm started.
I pulled out, practically ripped off the condom, and felt all the tension and energy in my body concentrate in a single spot right behind my balls before I felt it all launch itself, like an arrow loosened, in rhythmic spasms. The first spurt shot over her head and onto the board at the end of the bed, while the rest covered her beautiful back and her beet-red ass. For a moment, I almost lost my balance as I became dizzy for a couple seconds from the combination of exhaustion and release.
“Damn, you must’ve really needed that”, she said. She wasn’t wrong. I grabbed one of the towels and wiped the cum off her back, neck, and ass. I saw from the corner of my eye that her husband was finished as well. Laura licked my cock clean, and we cuddled for a couple minutes before we decided that we really needed a shower again – we were covered in a mix of sweat, oil, and her juices. After the shower, we chatted for some time before I took my leave.
From then on, Laura and I met up usually once a week, sometimes without her husband, sometimes with him present. It all lasted until about six months later, when Laura and her husband moved away. From what I hear, they’re still married, and had two children.
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I hope you liked my story. Despite it being a cuckold scenario, there was thankfully practically zero humiliation involved – something which suited me because I’m just not that sort of guy. Since then I haven’t been a bull to any other couple, but time and again I think to myself that maybe I should try my hand at being one again, to relive the sheer passion Laura and I shared that night. I guess we’ll see.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jlz2ts/my_first_time_with_a_married_woman_cuckold
That ‘tension and energy… arrow’ etc was a really illuminating way to describe male orgasm for us females.