From The Bull's Perspective.

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First time without him

I stand in the tram with the kids, feeling my blood pulsing in my temples—and not only there. Notifications appear on my watch screen—one after another. I can’t open them, only watch them pile up. Each one is like a small explosion of adrenaline. I know exactly what is happening in our apartment right now, and yet I don’t. It’s like Schrödinger’s cat—until I open those messages, everything is possible, and nothing is certain.

It all started quite prosaically. Life sometimes throws unexpected obstacles our way—the au pair couldn’t watch the kids, and yet we longed for a meeting with the bull, our lover, and family friend all in one. The solution came spontaneously: trying something new for the first time. As the cuckold, I would pick up the kids and take them to their activities while the bull arrived at our home. They would start without me—just the two of them. Intimate. Alone.

That morning at work, I was still able to concentrate, but after the last meeting, my thoughts belonged only to what was about to happen. Time dragged like honey off a spoon. Traffic in the city collapsed, and the bull was running late—fate was toying with us. And just when I was finally transferring the kids to their activities, the first messages started arriving.

Only after "dropping off" the kids could I finally look. The first pictures surprised me with their innocence—just the two of them in the kitchen, she dressed according to his instructions, holding wine glasses. But the next shots were bolder. Her mouth, his impressive manhood in her lips and throat, a mask that certainly wasn’t ours… And then a surprise—whipped cream—a bizarre contrast between sweet dessert and raw sex.

As I was coming home, a yellow slip from the post office awaited me in the mailbox. A coincidence that granted them a few extra minutes. When I returned, I could already hear the muffled sounds of their passion behind the apartment door. WhatsApp had gone silent—they no longer needed to communicate with me. I slipped inside like a shadow. Only he noticed me.

Through the slightly open door of the living room, I saw a scene that burned into my memory. She was on all fours, he was behind her, their bodies connected in perfect symbiosis, the air thick with the scent of sex, her deep moans filling the space… In the kitchen, another surprise awaited me—a deer mask. I quickly undressed, put it on, and stepped into their world. For a moment. After a brief greeting and making sure I was enjoying it, I took a quick shower—not quick enough, apparently, because HW came to check if I was okay. After all, this was our first experience of this kind.

What followed surpassed all my previous experiences. I watched them for a while, let myself be stroked, she sucked me off while he fucked her, even my cock got a taste of the whipped cream so she could have a delicious dessert. Then, it was spread onto her pussy, and I savored licking it off. Every moment was filled with incredible intensity. Watching her reactions, hearing her moans, feeling her excitement—it all filled me with a strange mix of arousal and deep satisfaction. Then came the biggest surprise, which we didn’t manage to capture in a photo. HW’s lover positioned us so that my head was beneath her, allowing me to lick her pussy and suck her clit while he slowly started working on her ass. At first, he was gentle, but as she relaxed, he picked up the pace. For a moment, it was perhaps strange—not just because of my partial suffocation :-), but HW was enjoying this combo. At that moment, I felt a level of intimacy I had never known before. It was both perverse and tender, wild and intimate. Her moans, trembling thighs, and quickened breath told me she was experiencing something extraordinary.

This position wasn’t just about physical pleasure. It was a manifestation of absolute trust between the three of us. Every movement, every moan, every touch was an expression of mutual harmony. I felt both humbled and proud—humbled by the power of their/our passion and proud to be part of it.

When anal play was done, after a short break, they mostly continued with oral, and I became just a spectator and photographer, with the deer mask still on my face. I experienced these intense moments in a different way. Seeing my wife in such a deep state of arousal and submission was fascinating. Her ability to take all of him into her mouth, her total surrender to his dominance—it all created a scene that etched itself into my memory. It wasn’t just visually arousing—it was a celebration of sexuality in its purest form.

Time passed relentlessly. Our family friend finished in her mouth. And I rushed to pick up the kids. By the time I got them, she had managed to give him a quick massage, air out the apartment, and erase the traces.

It was an encounter that pushed our boundaries further than we had expected. The lover’s dominance and appetite, his creativity with masks and whipped cream, his ability to give pleasure—all of it created the perfect alchemy. But the most beautiful realization was that such a level of intimacy is only possible through absolute trust and openness between us. Every new experience with him teaches us something new about our sexuality, our desires, and most importantly, about the power of true intimacy that transcends traditional boundaries and conventions. And now I know that this is just the beginning of our journey into further exploration.

My wife with her bull

Written from the perspective of a cuckold. :-) Inspired by true events.

After every encounter with her lover, we always write in our shared chat about what we enjoyed the most, what we might not have liked, and what we should develop further. The lover/bull took this opportunity to command me to choose and order a set of erotic lingerie for my wife – my hotwife (HW). His request was that it be white, with the additional detail that the keys to my locked chastity cage should hang around her neck on a string. We agreed that HW would try on and prepare the lingerie but wouldn’t show it to me in advance.

On the big day, everything went according to plan. We quickly enjoyed some stronger wine in the living room, and the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The shower was small, so the order was bull, HW, and then me. The chastity cage has certain limitations, even in the shower—especially regarding the need for lubrication—so even from there, I could hear sounds suggesting that a passionate reunion had already begun in the living room. When I entered, the heat in the room was almost tangible—not just because of the summer evening. I was greeted by a breathtaking sight—my beautiful wife was already fully aroused in his embrace, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Her hand was already gripping his large cock, her fingers trembling with anticipation. It didn’t take long before she was lying on the table, exactly where she was meant to be—the main course of the evening.

The sight of her, so eager and longing, was indescribable. Her expression made it clear how badly she craved what was coming. While he worshipped her with his mouth and fingers, I admired her reactions to every one of his touches, contributing as best I could with kisses and my own hands. Her moans intensified with every movement of his tongue, with every caress. I could feel her entire body trembling under our combined touch. My heart was racing. The wine was strong, the momentum quick, and the sexy outfit didn’t even get its turn. The cage was already pressing against me uncomfortably when he shifted her position on the table. I knew what was about to happen, but I also knew that the condoms, along with the toys, were still in the bag in the other corner of the room. When he started sliding his big, bare cock inside her—those who have seen our albums know just how impressive he is—I had every urge to unlock my cage and put myself in her mouth, but I couldn’t. Kissing my own wife while another man’s cock moved inside her was an unbelievably intense experience. She kept looking at both of us, her eyes filled with passion and something I couldn’t quite define. With every thrust, her face displayed a mix of surprise, pleasure, and an insatiable hunger for more. Every motion inside her triggered new waves of ecstasy. I kissed her passionately, feeling her breath quicken with each thrust. Our lips met in feverish kisses while she moaned in pleasure. It was fascinating to watch her enjoy every moment, her body naturally adjusting to his size. This was a real "foreplay session."

Only later did the sexy white lingerie and erotic robe come into play. He commanded me to retrieve the toys and then pulled out a small bell on a black collar. I fastened it around her neck so that it jingled with every movement. It was refined, playful—like a little kitten. :-) To our surprise, he handed her another collar and a leash, commanding her to put it on me. We both exchanged uncertain looks, as if asking if this was really happening, but the answer was clear. And so, suddenly, I was there with a collar around my neck and a leash in her hand. We both had to kneel, and he let her suck him off. More precisely, he fucked her throat. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked back and forth between us. Despite the intensity and occasional tears from her throat’s irritation, her lips curled into a smile. Her gazes into my eyes were filled with love and desire while she reveled in his dominance. He was enjoying not just the physical pleasure but also the knowledge that he was giving us both exactly what we needed. For me, watching her submit to his dominance was pure ecstasy.

The bull was clearly savoring the show, but after a while, he surprised us again. He whispered to her to take me by the leash and lead me into the hallway, where a chair was waiting for me. And, of course, she closed the door. With a smile. The glass panel in the door, with its "oak bark" texture, distorted the view but barely muffled the sound, so I could hear everything but see nothing. At best, I could make out where in the room they were. Anyone without experience in this wouldn’t believe or understand what it’s like to listen to your hotwife enjoying herself with her bull in the next room. The chastity cage prevented me from fully masturbating, which only heightened my frustration and arousal. Stroking my balls was nowhere near a sufficient substitute. Every moan she let out was filled with pleasure and satisfaction. My knees trembled at the thought of how pleased she was. Even though I couldn’t see, I knew exactly what her face looked like—that mix of bliss and passion that I loved so much. It was incredible to hear them both enjoying themselves, to listen to her moans turning into screams of pure pleasure. After some time, when he went to the bathroom, he left the door slightly open on his way back—just a crack, maybe 4 or 5 cm. :-) But even that was enough for me not to have to rely solely on my imagination anymore. They changed positions multiple times, anal was involved (with a condom), and they finished with an increasingly intense raw fuck. A vibrator on her clit sent her into absolute ecstasy, her cries of pleasure growing louder until the final moment arrived. It’s hard to imagine a more intense experience as a cuckold. She ended up completely covered in his cum on her stomach—the image of my hotwife, satisfied, exhausted, and perfectly happy, was forever etched into my memory. In that moment, I knew this was exactly what made our relationship so special.

While packing up the toys, I noticed that out of three condoms, two remained. The one that was used had been for anal. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the setting, no photos were taken, so these images remain only in our minds. Certainly in mine. Nothing will ever quite top this experience.

Or at least, that’s what I thought until our shared chat started filling with new plans again…

bride in white thongs and stockings

waiting for him in the hotel room

Teasing my husband