My Wife’s Wild Ride: How She Learned to Love the Bull’s Big Cock

The moment I saw the image, my heart raced. There she was, my wife, in the throes of ecstasy, her blonde hair cascading down as she arched her back, mouth wide open in a silent scream of pleasure. The bull, a towering figure, loomed over her, his massive cock buried deep inside her. I could almost hear her moans, feel her desperation for more. The text overlay cut deep: ‘HEY MAN. YOUR GIRL’S DOING FINE AND HAVING A GREAT TIME. SHE SAYS THE ONLY THING SHE WANTS TO CHANGE IS FOR YOU TO BE HERE NEXT TIME SO YOU CAN SEE HOW TO PROPERLY FUCK HER.’ It was a knife to my heart, a reminder of my place.

Her Ecstasy, My Agony

Her body, exposed and vulnerable, was a testament to her insatiable hunger. The way her chest heaved, her nipples hard and begging for attention, it was a sight that both thrilled and humiliated me. The bull’s cock, thick and veined, stretched her wide, and I knew she was loving every second of it. The blurred background, the warm lighting, it all added to the intensity, making me feel like an intruder in her world of pleasure. The smaller text, ‘KELLIE KUMDUMP’ and ‘hotwifecaps.com’, was a cruel reminder of her new identity, a cum slut for the bull.

The Bull’s Claim

The image captured a moment of raw, unbridled passion. Her head thrown back, her body convulsing with each thrust, it was a sight that both aroused and tormented me. The bull’s dominance was palpable, his cock a symbol of his power over her. I could imagine the sounds of their fucking, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room. The text, a cruel taunt, was a reminder of my role: the cuckold, the one who watches from the sidelines, forever in the shadow of the bull. It was a role I embraced, a role that defined me, and a role that would forever bind me to her, my slutty wife, and the bull.