Bedded by the Bull: Cuckolded & Humiliated

by Natasha Hunter

  Bedded by the Bull

  Cuckolded & Humiliated

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2017

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  I had fallen in love with Natalie at first sight. We met in college in the library and for the rest of that day, I could barely think straight. My love was instant, powerful, and overwhelming. She had pretty light brown eyes, dark brown hair that she wore in a loose ponytail most of the time and had a dazzling smile that could charm the robes off of a monk. She was breathtaking. Enchanting.

  Somehow or another, I gathered up my courage and managed to convince her to go out on a date with me the next day. She said yes, much to my surprise. I hadn't really expected her to give a schmuck like me a second glance, but thankfully she did. We had so much in common and never lacked for conversation. After we graduated, I convinced her to marry me, and it was hands down the best day of my life.

  I had been the happiest man in the world for the first five years of our marriage, but as our twenties were drawing to a close, I began to notice something was off with her. She claimed nothing was wrong, but I felt it. It was a subtle thing, a discontentment, and I began to obsess over it.

  "What's wrong?" I asked for the hundredth time.

  She turned to face me after turning off the water at the kitchen sink. "How many times are you going to ask me that?"

  "Until you tell me what is eating you."

  "It's nothing."

  "It doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like you're not yourself, that something is weighing on you."

  She gave a long, drawn out sigh. "Fine. I'll tell you what I've been thinking about even though it means nothing."

  My heart skipped out of rhythm. Finally. "Go on."

  "You know Margo? From my book club?"

  I nodded. "The tall one who drinks a lot?"

  "She doesn't drink that much. But yeah, her. Anyhow, she and Andy are getting a divorce."

  "And this upsets you?"

  "Yes. Because they married young, too."

  "Okay..." I still wasn't connecting the dots.

  "She divorced him because she felt like she hadn't experienced anything, that she married too young."

  Something clicked in the back of my mind. "And... you're thinking about divorcing me because you've only ever slept with me?"

  "No! I don't want to leave you."

  "Then, what is the problem?"

  "Margo is thirty-five. What if I feel that way at thirty-five?"

  I quickly scrambled for a solution because I absolutely did not want to split up with my wife. I was happy, goddammit. But... maybe she wasn't? Rather, maybe she could be happier. "So, what I hear you're saying is that you feel like your future self might resent not having sexually explored more in your twenties?"

  She nodded as she busily chewed on her bottom lip. Fuck, she looked adorable. I wanted to take her right then and there. "So... then the best course of action is to... have sex with other people," I said nonchalantly.

  "What?" she exclaimed.

  "I'm serious, Natalie. If this is a big problem, or rather, might be a big problem, then let's get it out of your system. It's just sex. As long as you love me and stay with me, then I'm fine with it. In fact, I'll pick your date for you."

  "You're joking."

  "I'm not. We can look at Tinder and pick a few guys. You go on a date, fuck them, and voila, this is out of your system. Your thirty-five-year-old self will thank you."

  "I can't believe you're suggesting this."

  "Me neither. But, at the same time, I don't want to lose you, now or when you're older. And, I have experience. I have slept with enough people to know that I only want to sleep with you."

  "I feel like a jerk for bringing it up."

  "Don't. This is something we can remedy now before it becomes a problem later. And hey, we might learn a thing or two in the process," I teased.

  *

  Though I seemed confident about having Natalie go on a date or two, on the inside I was jealous and wrought with worry. It was a double-edged sword. One part of me thought the idea of having her fuck another guy was hot, the other was worried she might leave me for him.

  "So, how do I look?" Natalie asked as she stood in front of her walk-in closet. She wore a skin tight black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Her shoulders and arms were bare, as were most of her legs. The dress made her look sexier if that were even possible.

  "Gorgeous."

  "Are you sure it isn't too revealing?"

  "Oh, it is. But, that is the point, I think. You want to send a clear message that you want to fuck him."

  "Nick. I'm a little worried."

  "About what? You have protection with you, right? And, I'll be right outside of his house, sitting in the car."

  "I know. I just... I am nervous, I guess." She forced a smile to her pretty mouth. "But, I'm sure it will be fine."

  I was nervous too, but I wasn't going to admit it. She wanted more experience, and I couldn't think of any other way for her to get it. "Ready?" I asked as I held out my arm.

  "No, but I'm going through with it anyhow," she said with a small laugh.

  The drive to Wyatt's house was short—he didn't live far, though we hadn't ever run into him as far as I knew. We chose Wyatt off of Tinder and felt pretty safe with the date since Wyatt was a city cop. Natalie had contacted him and they had exchanged texts for a week. She had explained her situation, that she was married but had permission from her husband to fool around. Wyatt was game, and a date was set.

  I walked her to the door and gave her a chaste kiss as she rang the bell. Wyatt opened the door and smiled at her. A wave of jealousy rushed through me as I raked my gaze down the length of him. He was at least six-foot-two, muscular, and dressed nicely. He was black—something Natalie had shown a particular interest in.

  "Hey. Glad to meet you face-to-face," he held out his hand and took hers, giving it a little squeeze before bringing it to his lips. He lightly kissed her knuckles.

  Natalie blushed, "Such manners."

  "I know how to treat a lady," he winked at her, then turned his attention to me. "Nice to meet you as well." He held out his hand to me, and I gave it a firm shake.

  "Likewise," I said as I felt a fluttering of nerves in the pit of my stomach. This was the man who was going to be banging my wife, and I couldn't help but think he was a gentleman. I should have been grateful that he was so nice, but at the same time, I wanted him to be an asshole so that she wouldn't prefer him over me.

  "I know Natalie said that you'd be waiting outside in the car, but I wanted to invite you inside. You can hang out in the living room if you want," Wyatt offered.

  I looked to Natalie questionably, letting her make the call.

  "That'd be nice. Thank you, Wyatt."

  "No problem. I want everyone to feel safe." He motioned us inside and swayed his hands towards the living room on the right.

  "Thanks, man," I said as I stepped into the room and settled down onto the sofa.

  "We will be in the back of the house," Wyatt said as I settled his hand on Natalie's lower back and led her down the hall.

  I tapped my foot nervously against the floor as I made myself comfortable on his leather sofa. Glancing around the room, I took note of how organized everything was. He took pride in his stuff, it seemed. I thought about how my home would be if I lived alone—probably a mess of old pizza boxes and no furniture. But Wyatt had it all—nice furniture, nice tv�
�took good care of everything. It was just another reminder of how better Wyatt was over me.

  Ugh.

  I could hear Natalie's laughter trickling down the hall. Obviously, she was enjoying herself. Good. She deserved it.

  I absently surfed the web on my phone while I waited, wondering if they were having an actual date first before they went to the bedroom, or if Wyatt just went straight for it.

  I re-read some flirty texts from Wyatt that Natalie forwarded to me while I listened for any sound of what they might be up to. I heard Wyatt laugh, and assumed they were on the date part of the night. Something smelled good, so I assumed he cooked her dinner. Show off.

  While they ate (or so I assumed), I obsessed over every one of their text exchanges.

  Natalie: I'm excited to meet you in person! I've been thinking about it all day!

  Wyatt: Same. Your profile picture is nice. You're smoking hot.

  Natalie: Thank you! So are you.

  Wyatt: I want you to know, I've never been on a date with a married woman. I'm not sure what to expect...

  Natalie: Though I am married, I want you to treat me like you'd treat any other girl you'd date. I'm looking for experience, I guess. I mean, I never had a chance to date much in high school or college. My parents were super strict, and then I married right out of college.

  Wyatt: It is amazing that your husband is cool with this.

  Natalie: It was his idea, actually. He just wants me to be happy, even if that means dating around now to get it out of my system.

  Wyatt: Got it. So... he's cool with you having sex with another man? Not that I am presuming anything...

  Natalie: lol. Yeah, he is, actually. That is part of the experience, to have sex with someone else. I've only ever slept with him.

  Wyatt: Damn. Well. I would be honored if you would consider me for the task *wink wink*

  Natalie: haha. Date first. We have chemistry in text, but what if it doesn't transfer over to real life?

  Wyatt: Good point. Hey. Question. Can I call you? It might help figure out if we have chemistry...

  Natalie: I'm lying here in bed with Nick. As long as you don't mind if he overhears us, that'd be fine.

  Wyatt: Yeah, no problem. I don't mind. Give me a sec, then I'll call.

  Natalie: I'll be waiting :)

  Wyatt: Oh and one more thing. Just in case we do have chemistry... what are you wearing? I'd like to picture you lying there... ;)

  Natalie: Tease! But, you know what? I will tell you. I am wearing a pink tank top and boy boxers. What are you wearing?

  Wyatt: Sexy. I'm wearing boxer briefs. It's kind of warm tonight.

  Natalie: Yeah.

  Wyatt: You could send me a pic of you in your pink tank top and boy boxers...

  Natalie: Ummmm. Maybe. I'll get Nick to take a pic for me. Duck face or sexy pose? haha

  Wyatt: Both.

  Natalie: Haha. Nick says I should ask for a dick pic, that it should be quid pro quo.

  Wyatt: Damn. Seriously?

  Natalie: Yes!

  Wyatt: Well... for that to happen, I'd need to see something from you...

  Natalie: Like what?

  Wyatt: Tits.

  Natalie: Omg! Seriously?

  Wyatt: Sounds fair to me.

  Natalie: Mmm, okay. Give me a sec.

  Wyatt: Waiting.

  Natalie: Sent.

  Wyatt: Damn! Nice. Very nice. You're so hot. I'd love to wrap my hand around them. Suck on your nipples...

  Natalie: Sexy. Where's my dick pic???

  Wyatt: Sec. Let me send it.

  Natalie: Mmmm. That looks yummy. I'd like to wrap my mouth around it.

  Wyatt: You like sucking cock?

  Natalie: Uh-huh. It is one of my favorite things to do. I love to 69.

  Wyatt: You have me so hard here thinking about 69ing with you.

  Natalie: I could tell you were nice and hard by that pic, lol. You got a huge cock btw.

  Wyatt: Thanks. So, can I call you yet?

  Natalie: Yeah... call now.

  I focused on the dick pic that Wyatt had sent Natalie. His cock was several inches longer than mine and thicker. The head was thicker too, meaty and pink. A feeling of envy settled into the pit of my stomach.

  A door closing in the back of the house caught my attention, and I assumed they were finished with dinner and were now moving onto the bedroom. Excitement coursed through me despite how jealous I was. I recognized the fact that my emotions were conflicting and made no sense. I wanted my wife to be fucked by another man but at the same time, it drove me mad thinking about it.

  It wasn't long before I heard her soft little moans floating down the hallway. My dick lurched to attention, swelling in size as I listened to her sweet voice. Embarrassed heat flushed my face. I couldn't believe I was getting aroused by listening to my wife and her new black lover.

  I slid my hand over my crotch and gave my cock a stroke through my pants. I couldn't help but wish I was the one in there giving my wife pleasure, but I knew that in that moment, I wasn't what she wanted. She wanted something new, something black, something better.

  As I listened to their combined moans, I thought back to the phone call. Wyatt and Natalie had instantly hit it off on the phone and it was only a matter of minutes before they were having phone sex. It was the hottest thing ever to listen to her talking dirty to some stranger on the phone while I had my head buried between her legs, licking her sweet hot pussy.

  That night was probably the best night of our lives, sexually speaking. I had never seen her so turned on, and she was insatiable. I fucked her three times and made her cum more than that.

  I couldn't take it anymore. Hearing them was driving me insane! Though I thought about just jerking off right there on the sofa, I decided to go find them and see if I could somehow spy. I wanted to see Wyatt's big black cock impaling my wife's pretty little pink pussy.

  Quietly, I made my way down the hall, following the sounds of their ecstasy.

  "Oh, right there, don't stop!" my wife commanded Wyatt.

  I found the bedroom door and pushed it up a sliver. I could see the pair of them on the bed, both naked, with Wyatt buried between Natalie's thighs. He was licking her pussy like a thirsty man lost in a desert. Her sweet nectar slicked his face.

  "Your tongue is amazing," Natalie cooed as she placed her hand on top of his bald head, guiding his tongue to her most delectable spots. "There! There! Oh, fuck! That's so good!"

  My cock throbbed as I watched Natalie being pleasured. Her pretty face glowed and I could tell she was enjoying herself immensely. Her moaning was so intense I could feel it seeping into my soul.

  Wyatt ran his hands down her inner thighs, caressing her skin as he gave her pussy long strokes, sweeping his tongue over her sensitive folds. He paid attention to her clit, circling it, then backing off to lick her elsewhere.

  I could tell his prolonging method was driving her crazy. She writhed on the mattress and moaned a long, drawn out delicious sound of bliss. She was loving every minute of it, and I was glad in that moment that I had suggested her experiencing a new lover.

  "Tell me you want my cock," he said in between flicks of his tongue across her damp folds.

  "I want your cock, Wyatt!"

  "Mmm. Where do you want it?"

  "In my pussy!" she moaned her words.

  "Yeah? You want me to fuck your hot little pussy with my big black cock?"

  "Yes, please!"

  "I want to fuck your ass, too," Wyatt said matter-of-factly just before wiggling his tongue across her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled on it. She squirmed as she squealed with pleasure.

  "Okay! I'll do anything!"

  My eyes widened. Natalie had never done anal and had always said no when I brought it up. She'd never been interested in it, so I was highly intrigued when she said yes to Wyatt, especially after seeing the size of his dick. She must have felt so good in the moment that she would agree to anything.


  Wyatt crawled up her body and positioned himself on top of her, missionary style. Their heads drew closer together, their mouths melding together in a long passionate kiss. Wyatt undulated his hips and rubbed his cock across her pussy, between her slick folds. "You want it?"

  "Yes," she breathed her answer softly.

  "Mmm. I've been obsessed with your pussy these last few days. It's all I have thought about: that moment when I put my dick into your tight little hole. I am going to fill you up, girl."

  Natalie slid her hands around his neck and held onto him as he thrust into her. She gasped the moment he pushed into her womanly depths, then sighed a sweet sound of satisfaction. "You feel wonderful. Omigod, I've never felt anything like it."

  "Fuck, you're so tight." Wyatt pulled out until all that was left inside of her was his bulbous head, then thrust again.

  She moaned, her voice high-pitched and sexy-as-hell. "More," she demanded.

  "Mmm. I'll give you all that you want." Wyatt started a slow, steady rhythm of moving in and out of her sweet pussy.

  I couldn't stop myself. Shame heated my face as I quietly unzipped my pants and slid my hand into my boxers. My cock was warm and throbbing beneath my fingers. I stroked the length of my rod as I watched my wife and her lover lost in the moment to one another. They looked perfect together, her pale white body a sharp contrast to his darker skin.

  My cock felt like granite; I had never been so hard before. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and wet my hand as I gave myself long strokes in tandem with Wyatt's thrusting. It took all of my concentration to hold back and not cum until he did.

  I tried to imagine how Natalie felt with Wyatt inside of her so deep, a depth I'd never have been able to reach with my smaller cock. I bet she loved feeling him, thick and long, thrusting away like a mad man inside of her.

  She pushed her hands above her head and grabbed hold of the iron bedframe railing, her knuckles were stark white as she tightly held onto the railing. "Oh, harder!" she begged mindlessly.

  "Fuck, girl," he said in between thrusts. "I don't want to hurt you."

  "Make it hurt," she pleaded.

  She had never asked me to be rough with her. I had always treated her so delicately and worshiped her like a queen. Perhaps if I had been given the chance to give her what she truly wanted she would have been satisfied with me. Feelings of inadequacy flooded through me but were quickly washed away as arousal took control once more. I was hypnotized by my wife and Wyatt.