I remember the first time I invited a man over, the thrill of watching her with someone else. It wasn’t just about the sex; it was the power, the control. She lay there, half-clothed, her breast exposed, a silent invitation. He leaned over her, his body tense with anticipation. The room was dim, focusing all attention on them. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he looked at her like she was a prize. And she was, my prize to share.
The Art of Sharing
Sharing her isn’t just about the physical act; it’s about the dynamics, the power play. I remember the way he touched her, the way she responded. It’s a dance, a delicate balance of control and surrender. She’s the center, the axis around which everything revolves. And I, the cuckold, the one who invites the bull, I’m the puppet master, pulling the strings. It’s a strange kind of pleasure, watching her get filled, knowing that I’m the one who made it happen.
Filled with His Seed
The moment he enters her, it’s like a switch flips. She becomes someone else, someone wild and free. And he, the bull, he takes her with a ferocity that’s almost primal. I watch as he fills her, his body shuddering with release. It’s a sight that never gets old, the way she takes him, the way she welcomes his seed. It’s a confession, a testament to our unique dynamic. And in that moment, I’m not just a cuckold; I’m the architect of her pleasure, the one who invites the storm.
Friday Night Bull Session
Her Mind and Body Completely Claimed by the Bull
Her Anklet Invites Men to Her Bed, No Questions Asked
Riding the Bull: My Hotwife Adventure With a Bigger Cock
My Wife’s Bull: A Private Encounter in Our Kitchen
Bedroom Confessions: My Hotwife’s Young Bull
Kellie’s Black Bull Encounter: A Cuckold’s Tale of Wife Sharing
My Husband’s Surprise: A Night With a Bull
