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Memoirs of a Bull - Part II

I continue in my cuckolding of Mary's husband
Jim turned out to be more nervous than I was. Mary formally introduced us and we shook hands. His handshake was limp despite having large calloused hands.

“How about getting us a drink darling?” Mary asked him, “Bill will have a red wine.”

Jim edged away nervously looking at us standing there holding hands. I could hardly imagine just how it might feel to see your wife standing there holding hands with another man. I knew how good it felt to be in my position as I held her hand and watched him walk away.

When he returned with the drinks we moved into the kitchen and then Mary put her glass down.

“Back in a tick,” she told us.

I was now left in that awkward position of being alone with the husband of the wife I had just fucked.

“I saw you in the car park earlier.” I said for something to say.

“Y...yes,” he replied, “I followed you and waited to make sure Mary was okay.”

“Of course,” I told him, “I could have been anybody. You can’t be too careful these days.”

He nodded.

“D...did you...did you have a nice time?” he asked nervously.

“Yes we did,” I told him. “Food was quite nice.”

“Mary looked after you well then?”

It was a direct question and a leading one. I wasn’t used to this though, I mean, telling another man that I just fucked his wife and going into detail.

“She did.” I told him.

He opened his mouth to speak but Mary returned to ease the tension.

“I’ve put some clean clothes on the bed on the spare room for you darling.” She told him.

I saw the look on his face. I just couldn’t imagine me being in his position and my wife telling me that I was sleeping in the spare room while she going to sleep in the marital bed with the man she had just brought back home. Though it obviously pained him I began to get a glimpse into the psyche of a cuckold.

“I was asking Bill if he has been looked after well.” Jim said, pursuing our earlier conversation.

Mary smiled and reached for my hand, “Oh, I don’t think Bill has any complaints so far, do you Bill?

I shook my head and saw the pain on Jim’s face again.

“There’s a lot more to come yet though,” she told him looking directly at me.

My cock began to stiffen again. It wasn’t just the thought of what was to come but that feeling of power as well. She was taunting him and there was nothing that he could do about it. She took a sip from her glass and then turned to me again.

“Just say when you are ready for bed Bill,” she told me.

I was ready now but I wanted to finish my drink first and I also wanted to explore this cuckolding psyche some more.

“I have explained things to Bill, darling,” she said to him, “and he’s quite willing to help us out with our...your fantasy.”

He looked at me then turned to Mary and nodded.

“Bill has cuckolded a few husbands already,” she told him, “although not openly like he has tonight.”

That was it. She had told him that he was a cuckold. She had told him that I had already fucked her tonight. I was hard again now. Mary had spotted it.

She moved closer and kissed me as she pressed herself against me, “I think someone is ready for bed, aren’t they/”

I gazed into her eyes. I was ready.

Mary turned to Jim, “Why don’t you take Bill upstairs and show him where he will be sleeping tonight, darling?”

I saw him visibly shake as he turned and walked away. Mary gave me a quick kiss and squeezed my bulge, “I’ll be up in a few minutes,” she told me before I followed him upstairs.

It really was a heightened sexual experience being taken by the husband up the bedroom that I was going to be fucking his wife in. The bedroom was quite large and the bed was a king sized double bed. Lain on top of the duvet was a tiny white negligee and a pair of white panties. Jim pointed to a closed door at the end of the bedroom and told me that it was the en-suite bathroom.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment as if he wanted to say something.

“Everything okay Jim?” I asked.

“I...I just wanted to say thanks Bill for helping us...helping me out like this.”

“No need to thank me Jim,” I told him, “it’s a pleasure that I would gladly do.”

I watched him leave the room and then started to undress. No doubt what he had just said was something that was part of the cuckolding fantasy. Maybe by me fucking Mary I was helping him out because in his fantasy he was an inadequate lover, I don’t know. But I wasn’t going to get into it too deeply; there was no point in wasting time trying to figure out what was going through his mind. All I was interested in was getting Mary into bed.

I undressed and went into the bathroom and washed and then slipped between the covers. I only had to wait a few minutes before Jim and Mary came upstairs. I sat up in bed resting with my hands at the back of my head and watched as Jim undressed her. It was obviously part of his cuckolding fantasy; him undressing her for me. There was pain on his face as he stripped her but his excitement was also quite visible from the bulge in his pants.

Once her clothes were off he dressed her in the negligee and panties and then walked her to the side of bed where I was laid. I moved across to make room for her as he lifted the duvet but I wasn’t quick enough to stop him from getting sight of my erection. I saw him take in a good look of it.

“Do you prefer tea or coffee in bed in the morning?” she asked me as she slipped in beside me.

“Tea, please.”

Mary looked up at Jim, “Tea for both of us in the morning, darling.”

Jim nodded and leaned over and gave her a kiss.

“Goodnight,” he said to her as he quickly left the room.

Mary turned off the light as soon as the door closed behind him and we kissed. Her hand reached for my cock, “I love your cock,” she said, “it’s so big.”

I reached out to and began fondling her breasts.

“Is Jim okay?” I asked her.

She nodded. “I told him about the blow job I gave you and the wonderful fuck in the backseat of your car.”

“You tease,” I told her.

She smiled and began to stroke my cock, “I told him how I was going to suck your cock again and then get you to fuck me doggy style.”

I kissed her as I slipped my hand inside her panties, “And how are you going to get me to do that?” I teased

She pulled away and began to kiss my neck before moving down to my chest. I lay back as she kissed me all the way down to my groin, taking off her panties at the same time. Mary was laying down the bed with her feet almost to the headboard; the obvious thing to do was pull her to me into a sixty-nine position. She moaned loudly as I probed her with my tongue. I could taste our juices from our coupling in the back of the car earlier and it excited me.

Mary had cum a couple of times and had brought me to the point of cumming when I eased away from her. I wanted inside her. She pulled her knees up and raised her bottom in the air as she stretched out in front of me facing the bottom of the bed. Her protruding pussy lips were inviting and I kissed her from behind, pushing my tongue between her swollen cunt lips. She moaned loudly and called out for cock.

“I need cock.” She gasped.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I moved up close behind her and slipped my cock inside her wet love channel. One good thing about doggy style is that it allows for more play. You can reach underneath and play with a clitty at the same time. You can also reach further up and play with the breasts, squeezing the nipples as you go. Then there is also the opportunity to pull at the hair bringing them tighter against you as you thrust harder and faster. Finally you have hands free to slap the thigh and bottom. Mary was no exception in being receptive of some hard slaps to make her move faster. The room was quickly filled with the sound of our fucking. I knew that Jim could not help but hear his wife getting well and truly fucked.

When we finally uncoupled a little later we got into bed properly and lay there kissing and talking quietly. Jim had told her that he was going to listen to us from outside the bedroom door. It made our fucking all the more sweeter for both of us.

A little while we settled into sleep; me facing the bedroom wall and Mary close up against me holding my cock in her hand. She reminded me that I was only the second man that she had shared a bed with and it made everything even more erotic as well as romantic.

I hadn’t been asleep long when I heard a noise and felt her pull away. I went to turn around but I heard Jim’s voice. He was climbing into bed beside her.

“I miss you so much Mary,” he said very quietly.

“You can’t come in with us Jim,” she told him.

I decided not to turn around. It was for them to sort out. They had a whispered conversation and there were kisses and then he got out of bed and left the room. I turned around.

“Sorry about that,” she apologised as she cuddled me.

“There’s no need,” I told her, “It must be hard on him having to sleep alone in the spare room while his wife is in bed with another man.”

“He’ll be fine,” she said.

“If you want me to go, I will,” I told her.

“No way!” she said. “You are here for the night.”

We kissed again and then she asked if I minded if she went next door to see him for a few minutes. I shook my head and she slipped out of bed. Ten minutes she was back.

“That’s him all settled down now,” she said as she cuddled up to me.

“What did you do?” I asked her.

She kissed me. I could taste cum on her lips.

“I gave him a kiss and cuddle and a blow job.”

I laughed.

Her hand was holding my cock and it was hard again. I rolled her over and climbed between her thighs. Moments later she was guiding my cock into her pussy. We fucked long and slow and then rolled over again and slept.

It was a pleasant awakening next morning. I thought it was all a dream. I was sexually aroused and thought my cock was being sucked. I could even feel strands of hair tickling my groin. It wasn’t a dream; it was real. Mary was under the bedclothes and taking me in my mouth.

“God, Mary,” I groaned, “that is so good.”

She looked up at me and smiled. “You did ask for an early morning wake up call, didn’t you Sir?”

I reached down and pulled her up. I kissed her and then rolled her over. Her thighs opened automatically for me and I got between them. I then reached behind and grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs into the air, then, holding her ankles together I pushed my cock into her opening. I gave her a dozen or so hard thrusts and then opened her legs wider and rested her ankles on my shoulder. As I sank down I reached under her bottom and grabbed her soft white flesh.

“This is what you need, slut,” I told her.

Mary cried out as I thrust hard and deep into her.

“Yesssss...yesssss,” she cried out, “fuck your slut hard!”

I did. Digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom I rammed hard and fast into her. The bed shook violently; the headboard hammered into the wall and Mary screamed all the way through it.

As we lay with me on top of her in silence there was a knock on the bedroom door and Jim came in carrying a tray.

“I’ll...I’ll put this down over here shall I?” he said nervously walking to the dressing table.

I rolled off her and watched as he walked past us to the door.

“Thanks darling,” Mary said.

It was back to reality now. I had fucked quite a few married women in their husband’s bed before but they had always been away, out of town on business or something. Jim, walking in like that, brought things to perspective.

“I’ll be mum shall I?” Mary said as she climbed out of bed.

I watched her walk across the room to the tray, “Milk and sugar?” she asked.

“Just milk,” I told her.

She brought my cup of tea and placed it down on the bedside table beside me. I reached and pulled her to me and kissed her. I wanted to say ‘I love you’ but that would have been inappropriate considering the circumstances but I did feel to say it. Instead I just thanked her.

She sat down at my side, “My pleasure,” she said before leaning over and kissing me. “And thank you for last night and everything.”

It was my turn to say ‘My pleasure’ now.

There was a few moments silence between us. I was deep in thought and no doubt she was as well. Perhaps, like me, she had something to say but was holding back in case it was inappropriate. I ran my hand up and down her side, her naked flesh soft and warm to the touch. I ventured further with my hand and fondled her breasts. Her nipples became erect to my touch.

“Get back into bed,” I told her.

She kissed me.

“I would love to but I have to look in at the Salon,” she told me.

The moment left us.

“Care to join me in the shower?” she asked me.

I smiled, “Well you have been very dirty haven’t you,” I told her as I pushed the bedclothes back.

Moments later we were inside the shower and soaping each other down. A short while later we dried ourselves in between sipping our teas. Watching her made me horny and I stood in front of her with my cock fully erect. She reached out and held it in her hand.

“I just love the way it gets so hard quickly,” she said.

I opened my mouth to speak as a knock came to the door and it opened. Jim’s eyes became immediately fixed on Mary’s hand wrapped around my cock. I thought for a moment that she would release it but she didn’t.

“Yes?” she asked him.

“I...I was just wondering if you wanted breakfast,” he said with his eyes still glued to her hand around my cock.

“Not for me,” she told him, “Bill?”

I shook my head.

Mary turned to him, “Guess that’s a no then!”

He stepped back and walked out of the room. Mary’s hand remained holding my cock. I had no idea just how he must have felt seeing Mary holding my cock like that. He had walked in on one those intimate moments that a couple have.

I stepped closer and kissed her and reached around and gripped her bottom. The bed behind me looked so inviting.

“I want fuck you Mary,” I told her.

“And I want to be fucked by you as well but...”

I pulled away and began to dress. A few minutes later I was dressed. Mary though was just in her red bra and a red thong.

“You go down and get Jim to make you a coffee,” she told me, “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

He was sat in the kitchen when I got downstairs. He looked a forlorn figure and I had to admit I felt sorry for him. He got up and offered me a coffee and a few minutes later we sat together at the table.

“Was it...was it all that you imagined it to be Jim?” I asked him.

He shook his head.

“I thought that maybe you would have left during the night and Mary and I would have had time together.” He said.

“I did offer to leave after you came in but Mary wanted me to stay,” I replied.

“It’s okay,” he said, “In your place I would have stayed as well.”

There was silence again as we drank coffee for a few minutes.

Was...was it good for you?” he asked, “Mary sounded to be enjoying herself.”

What could I say? I couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t could I? Of course it was good for met but you can’t really say that to the husband whose wife you have been fucking half the night can you?

“I did enjoy myself Jim,” I told him after a few moments.

“She’s...she’s good, I know,” he said. “Mary likes a good...Mary likes sex. Always has.”

“Why did you want to share her?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I...I don’t know,” he replied, “I just wanted to. I can’t explain why. It’s just something that I can’t help.”

I felt for the guy. It must be like an addiction. You hate doing it but can’t stop.

“I take it you will be seeing Mary again?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know,” I replied, “I want to. That goes without saying but it’s down to Mary and you, of course.”

It was almost on cue that Mary should appear at that moment. She stood between us and put her arms around our shoulders. She then leaned over and kissed Jim.

“Thank you Jim,” she told him, “I had a lovely time.”

She then turned to me and kissed me, “And thank you, for giving me such a good time.”

She gave us both a hug and then turned to Jim, “I do want to see Bill again, darling.”

Jim looked down at his coffee cup.

“That’s if Bill wants to see me again?”

I reached around and put my arm around her hips, “Of course I want to see you again.”

Mary turned to Jim, “This is what you really want isn’t it Jim?”

He nodded but kept his head down. I knew that deep down inside he was hurting and yet he wanted me to continue fucking her.

“You want Bill to cuckold you don’t you Jim?”

Jim nodded.

“Well that’s settled then,” Mary said. “So when do you want to fuck me again Bill?”

Jim suddenly sat up. Even he was taken aback by her candour.

“Tonight?” I asked her.

She leaned over and kissed me, “Tonight it is then,” she said, “And if you like tomorrow you can relax with us at the local carvery for Sunday lunch and sleep it off afterwards.”

“Sounds perfect,” I told her.

I found myself looking directly at her groin as she stood by my side. I still had my arm around her waist and her top had ridden up. Her leggings clung to her. My other hand automatically rose and my fingers found themselves tracing the outline of cunt. Jim looked on aghast.

“Jim, last time you shaved Mary you left some stubble on the inside of her pussy lips,” I said as ran my finger along the grove between them, “It kind of takes the edge off enjoying tonguing her.”

“I’ll make sure he does it properly this evening,” Mary said.

Jim was drooling and he had that far away look in his eyes. I got up to leave and Mary and I kissed again, “See you later Tiger,” she said as she fondled my bulge, “Don’t bother with dinner. I’ll send Jim out to get a take away, if that’s okay with you.”

I kissed her again, “That will be fine.”

I groped her once more and left. This cuckolding was getting very exciting.

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