I attended my former Bull’s wedding [MF]

Early on, when my husband and I were starting our hotwifing adventures, we had met this guy Bruce. Bruce was a bit older, perhaps late 40s compared to my early 20s. Divorced for a few years, Bruce kind of had this bad boy, biker look. Complete dad bod. But what appealed the most to us, was Bruce’s experience and down to earth attitude. Not only was he a good fuck, he was genuinely a good person to hang with. A friend, albeit meeting under odd circumstances, our time was enjoyable both in and out of the bedroom.

One of the things that sexually appealed to me was Bruce’s exhibitionism kink. He loved to show off, and fuck in front of people. Like putting on a show. I had my own exhibitionist and voyeuristic tendencies that I wanted to explore, so this was a natural fit. By that point, Bruce had earned our trust and confidence, he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. So we agreed, and Bruce arranged it all.

Oftentimes, Bruce would bring me to this motel. Now, I’m a girly girl. I like my dresses and high heels. But the motel itself was a bit seedy, run down. No matter, I trusted him. Once we stepped in the motel room, one of his friends was already waiting. After exchanging polite introductions, it’s clear that they’ve done this exhibitionist show before. After I freshened up and changed in the dingy bathroom, I came out to present myself to Bruce and our new friend.

The sex itself was bloody incredible. The fact that this friend was watching on, enjoying the show really appealed to me. I don’t know, I often peaked at him. He’s being polite, just sitting and watching on. But I found myself contouring my body, repositioning it so he and Bruce can fully enjoy the show. Bruce was commanding, authoritative in a way. Something new, and likely came from being the dominant alpha male in the room. From Bruce being on top of me, his dad bod weight pressing down. Or when I was riding him, so his friend could clearly see my bouncing tits and my blissful reactions.

I can still remember the moment that I realized that I was this fuck doll. Bruce had me on all fours. Perfectly positioned on the bed, facing his friend. The giant bedside hotel mirror allowed him to see many angles from his seat. Bruce’s belt was around my waist, used as a saddle for him to grip. With his other hand, a handful of my hair, sternly pulling my head back. I remember the window curtains being wide open, another avenue of Bruce’s exhibitionism. I’m facing the friend, getting fucked into oblivion. That’s when the friend said his first words since we started. *Bruce, you’re right, she is the best one*. (something like that). Bloody hell. That put me over the top as Bruce revealed himself. At the end, Bruce finished in his preferred style. A messy cum filled facial while I was kneeling in front of him. His friend would just watch on, perhaps comment or speak to me after Bruce was done.

This motel exhibitionist fucking quickly became the new normal. There were like 3 or 4 different friends who watched. Most of the time, there was only 1 friend. But sometimes there were 2. They were all as polite and respectful as the first. I never felt in danger or anything. After the fucking, sometime we would have a drink at the local dive bar next door. And just hang for a little bit. Odd that I was just fucked into oblivion in front of someone I had just met. And I’m having a drink with him at this dive bar type place.

Things with Bruce eventually fizzled out. He actually met a woman and they were getting serious. She was the one, and Bruce wanted to be true to her, so he asked if we could stop fucking. Of course, I completely understand. We kept in touch, but that was the end of the fuck buddy exhibitionism.

Fast forward, years later, my husband and I received a wedding invitation from Bruce. Apparently, she was the one. So happy for him, and of course we would be delighted to share in his special day. At the wedding, I got to meet his new bride. She knew all the lurid details, and was completely cool with thm. I dare not ask if she went to the same motel as I did. Anyways, I got to meet his adult kids, his friends, and even we ran into those voyueristic friends. The same ones from that dingy motel. We exchange our polite hellos, just like back in the room. But they’ll forever remember seeing me naked. Watching my tits bounce up and down. Watching me getting fucked into oblivion, being dick drunk. Seeing Bruce’s cum all over my face, while I was on my knees.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i0mkce/i_attended_my_former_bulls_wedding_mf