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  Surrender to the Bull

  Cuckolded & Humiliated

  Natasha Hunter

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  To say I was way out of my comfort zone would have been an understatement, but that feeling had become my new normal since Bella had snooped around on my laptop and found a couple of off-beat kinks I was secretly into. Not that I had ever planned on exploring them or anything, but I couldn't help but be drawn to the cuckold lifestyle. I found the idea of having one's partner being pleased by someone else immensely erotic. But, it didn't end there. I was also intrigued by those brave souls who took it one step further, who pushed the boundaries with their wives' lovers—cleaning up the mess another man made, licking away his cum was the ultimate act of humiliation. Or so I thought until I found some videos of the husband fully submitting to the big black bull, giving him blowjobs and being fucked in the ass—that is when I realized just how humiliating the cuckold lifestyle could be.

  There was one video that intrigued me the most. In it, the wife wore a black corset and thigh-high stockings with high heels. She was a natural blonde—I could tell by the soft little curls that covered her pussy. She had a husband who was tall, thin and a little bit nerdy like me. He seemed shy, unassuming and passive, and I could relate. She told him she wanted more, that she needed to be fucked by a real man with a bigger cock. She said she needed better sex and that he simply couldn't give her what she needed. She told him that she was going to take a lover, but didn't want to cheat on him, so that was why she was telling him. She also said that she wanted him to be supportive of her and her new lover and that she wanted him there.

  From that point, the porno got really nasty with the wife and her bull fucking in every position imaginable; all the while the husband had to sit in the corner and watch. After the bull came all over the wife, the husband was ordered to lick it off of her stomach and pussy. The husband hesitated, and for his reluctance, the bull forced the husband's head down onto the wife's stomach to lick away his cum. The husband started to lick the wife's pussy and belly while the bull got behind him and spanked his ass as if he were some naughty child not following orders. For whatever reason, I found spanking erotic, and it would pretty much make me cum every time I watched it.

  I was terrified by the fact that it turned me on so much. Until seeing those videos, I hadn't ever thought about a man sexually. I grew up perfectly heterosexual and hadn't ever even experimented with a dude.

  I loved women and had spent my teen years trying to get them into bed. I had never even considered a man in that way. I wasn't gay. I wasn't bi, not that I had anything against bi-sexuals, I just didn't identify as one. I wasn't homophobic either, nor suppressing some secret desire to be with a man. I liked pussy, pure and simple. Gay sex never entered my mind, bottom line.

  So, when I discovered humiliation and cuckolding, I was shaken to my core by my reaction. I couldn't help but question everything I knew to be true about myself. Before I could make sense of it, Bella had found my secret porn files and confronted me.

  "Are you gay?" she asked as she slid down onto the opposite end of the sofa, her gray eyes wide with confusion.

  I paused my video game and turned to face her. "What?" Caught by surprise, I seriously had no clue what inspired her to ask that question.

  "Are you gay? Be honest. You're my husband. You're supposed to be able to tell me anything, even if you know it will hurt me. So, tell me the truth, Oliver. Are you gay?"

  My brows rose as a panic surged through me. Was I gay? It was the same question that had been plaguing me for weeks. "Why are you asking me that, Bella?"

  "Because I found your secret videos on your laptop," she said matter-of-factly.

  I was instantly enraged that she was going through my stuff, then quickly simmered down as I realized that she had every right to look at anything I owned. I wasn't supposed to be keeping secrets... but, I rationalized that probably every guy on the planet had a secret porn stash. "Oh. That."

  "Yes. That." She folded her arms across her chest in a defensive motion, as if she could shield herself from the bad news.

  I rubbed my hand across my face, buying myself a few seconds to think of an answer. Glancing to the game paused on the TV, I stared at the scantily clad cartoon character holding an enormous sword, seconds from bashing the first mob boss. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I forced myself to look back at my wife. Our eyes locked, and I answered her as honestly as I possibly could. "No, I don't think so."

  "I don't understand. You don't think so? Then why do you have these videos? What about them appeals to you?" she asked in a small, helpless voice. It sounded as if she were as confused as I was.

  "It's uh... hard to explain, but I will try. I started looking at cuckolding stuff. I don't know why. I think it all started when I saw Nathan flirting with you."

  "Nathan doesn't flirt with me," she said defensively.

  "Yes, he does. But, that is beside the point. Anyhow, that is when I started having these fantasies about you and Nathan having sex. I don't know why. I mean, I am jealous as all get out, but at the same time, it is so hot to think of you seducing another man."

  "Okay... I guess can understand that part."

  "So, I looked up cuckolding stuff. One thing led to another, and I found myself watching cuckolding humiliation videos. It's just... erotic. And, I don't think that I am gay. The act itself isn't what I am fascinated with. It is the idea of being forced to submit. To surrender yourself to the deepest humiliation to please your partner. I don't know. I guess it sounds crazy. But no, I don't look at another man and think I'd like to fuck him."

  Bella chewed her bottom lip. "That makes more sense." She let out a long breath, then asked, "So, you still desire me?"

  "Oh, fuck! Of course, I desire you! I am the luckiest man in the world to get to sleep with you," I said earnestly, meaning every word.

  She smiled with relief and relaxed. "So, let's talk about this, hypothetically, of course. You would find it hot if I slept with Nathan?"

  I nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I love the look on your face when we have sex, so sometimes I imagine I'm watching your face when someone else is inside of you. Most of the time it is Nathan, just because I think he really wants to fuck you."

  "But, if something like that happened, you'd want to be in the room?"

  "I'd prefer it, yes. Though apparently, some guys let their wives go on dates then come home and tell the husband all about it. But, I think I'd prefer to watch."

  "Honestly, do you think you can handle that emotionally? In the moment it would be hot, but the next day when things go back to normal, what then? Could you separate the sex from our real life?"

  "I'd like to think so."

  "Because I am so not ready to fuck up our marriage for a fantasy," she said.

  I nodded, agreeing. "Of course. I never told you this because I didn't think you'd be interested."

  Bella shrugged, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I've never thought about it, but, it seems intriguing. Though honestly, I had no idea Nathan had a thing for me. I just thought he was nice."

  I chuckled. 'Yeah. He has a thing for you. Guys can tell when some other dude is sniffing around their woman." I felt a thrill of desire wash through me at how calmly the conversation was going. I couldn't believe she was actually considering it. I was getting hard just by imagining her fucking Nathan.

  She dropped her gaze to my cro
tch. "The idea excite you that much?"

  I gave a sheepish smile, "Yeah..."

  "Me too, I think. How many girls get permission to go fuck other guys?" she chuckled. "Plus, I get to keep my husband? Sounds like a dream." She winked playfully at me as she grabbed the gaming controller and finished off my game.

  *

  The dream was about to become a reality. Apparently, my wife really took to the idea and planned to surprise me that night. I had no idea what she was up to. She'd left to go grocery shopping and run some errands while I returned to my video gaming like everything was normal.

  It wasn't.

  Before she did her errands, she texted Nathan and asked him to meet her at a coffee shop where she proposed an idea to him. She had asked him if he wanted to become our bull. He had no idea what it meant, but once she explained it to him, he was game. I think he just wanted to fuck my wife and would do whatever she desired to get her in bed. I couldn't blame him, really. Bella is smoking hot, and I have no idea how I managed to put a ring on it.

  That night, we had a few drinks out on our new patio after dinner. We avoided talking about cuckolding or sex, so I assumed she just wasn't into it. Naturally, I didn't want to push her into something she wasn't comfortable with, so I didn't bring it up. She said she wanted an early night and headed to bed. I followed, feeling a bit sluggish from all of the alcohol we'd consumed. I fell into a deep slumber and thought I was dreaming when a soft moaning roused me from sleep. I rubbed my eyes as I yawned, forcing myself to consciousness when I heard the sound again. My wife was moaning these sweet, kittenish sounds of pleasure.

  I knew that sound. Instantly my cock sprung to life as I thought that my wife was masturbating or having a wet dream. Either way, I was ready for some sweet action. I rolled over onto my side to face her in the darkness and realized she wasn't alone.

  My heart fell to my stomach and my breath left my body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing in the murky darkness. Someone was laying on top of my wife and kissing her!

  I froze, unable to react, which disappointed me. What if my wife was being raped? What if an intruder had forced his way into our house and onto my wife? But, if that were so, why would she sound like she was enjoying it?

  I squinted in the darkness, and my eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light. It wasn't an intruder. It was an invited guest, apparently. Nathan hovered over my wife's pretty little body, his large black hand wrapped around her plump breast, fondling her stiff nipple. His tongue was lapping at Bella's so intently they hadn't even noticed that I had awoken.

  Nathan broke the kiss and sucked in his breath through clenched teeth, "Damn girl, you know how to kiss."

  "I know how to fuck, too," she said in a heady, flirty tone.

  My cock throbbed as I listened to them, realizing that it was my fantasy come to life. My wife was going to fuck our neighbor right in our bed! I slid my hand down to my cock and curled my fingers around my shaft, giving it a slow stroke as I watched and listened.

  "Mmm, I bet you do. I've been dying to fuck your little pussy for a long time." Nathan slid his hand over her torso and thrust it between her legs. They were both completely nude and I wondered how they had gotten as far as they had before I had awakened.

  Bella gave a little half moan, the sound sensual and toe-curling. She could make a man cum just with her voice alone. "Oh, Nathan, I have been wanting your big black cock for a long time, too! I was just afraid."

  "Afraid of what?" he asked as he nipped his tongue over her nipple and gave it a lick.

  "I was afraid that your cock would be so big that it wouldn't fit, that it would hurt. I mean, I've only experienced Oliver's small little dick. But yours is enormous, I could tell that much just by looking at you. I knew that you'd have a huge cock. And, Omigod! You do!"

  He chuckled a low little laugh as he rubbed her pussy, "I'll go easy on you."

  "Mmm, it's okay. You're making me so wet, maybe it won't hurt much."

  Nathan brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked her juices from his fingers. "You are soaking wet." He squeezed her nipple and tugged it. "We have all night. I want to taste more of you. I want to eat your pussy."

  I laid perfectly still as I watched them through half-lidded eyes. Though my hand was around my dick, I only stroked it when I was sure they wouldn't notice. But I probably didn't need to bother—they were so into one another that they acted like I wasn't even in the bed.

  Nathan twisted around on top of my wife so that his head was buried in her pussy, and his long, thick black cock was dangling over her mouth.

  Bella wrapped her fingers around his meat and gave it nice long strokes while she sucked at the head. "Your cock is the best I've ever seen. It's so big and yummy. I can't wait to have it inside of me!"

  Nathan grunted his response as he busily licked away at my wife's pussy. She writhed beneath him, wiggling her little body as he licked and sucked her in all the right places. "Damn, you taste good."

  I watched with rapt fascination as my wife rolled her tongue around Nathan's bulbous pink cock head. His cock was huge, but the head was especially enormous. I was both impressed and jealous at the same time.

  My cock ached, and I wanted to cum so badly, but I didn't want to orgasm so quickly, especially while they were so into it. I wanted to watch and savor every delicious detail.

  Nathan slid around and positioned himself between Bella's parted legs. He pushed her thighs up, holding her legs straight up in the air while he rubbed his big fat dick against her puffy pink pussy lips. "You ready for this big black cock?"

  "Oh yeah, I can't wait to feel you inside of me."

  "Beg for it," he teased.

  "Please, Nathan! Please put your dick in my little pussy and fuck me!" my wife begged.

  I melted. Her voice was so goddamned sexy. Her body even more so. I couldn't believe she was doing this, that she so willingly went along with cuckolding me. I felt like the happiest man in the world.

  "Oh, you can bet your pretty little ass that I am going to fuck your hot pussy." Nathan licked her calf as he thrust his cock deep into her.

  Bella moaned a long, drawn out delicious sound, and I knew that I would never be able to compare again. There was just no way in hell I could fill her up like he could.

  "Mmm. Fuck. You're so tight. You feel like a virgin."

  "I'm so tight for you because your cock is so big and amazing!" she moaned. "It's like I've never been fucked before!"

  He held her legs as his hips undulated, his muscles flexing with each thrust. He looked like a black demigod in the moonlight. Every part of him was perfectly sculpted, toned, and sinewy.

  Their little gasps and moans filled the air with an intoxicating brew of pleasure, combined with the heady fragrance of sex. I could smell their musky scents, and I couldn't help but be jealous that I wasn't a part of it—that I was a voyeur.

  Emboldened as I stroked my cock, I snaked my free hand out and reached for her plump breast. I simply had to touch her, to somehow add to her pleasure, even if only in a minuscule way.

  Bella rolled her head to the side and stared at me, her gaze sultry and heated. She pushed my hand away, "No, Oliver. Not yet."

  Chastised, I pulled my hand back, but I couldn't stop stroking my inadequate cock as I watched them. I felt foolish for pleasuring myself, but I couldn't help it. I was just so fucking aroused.

  Nathan was oblivious to me as he leaned forward, his elbows sinking into the mattress on either side of Bella's head. He kissed her passionately while she wrapped her creamy white legs around his dark waist. They moved in perfect unison, their bodies a beautiful contrast in the semi-dark light.

  "Nathan. Ohhhh, Nathan," she uttered after breaking the kiss. "I feel..."

  "Me too," he said with a rasp.

  I could tell they were both on the verge of orgasm. I wanted to blow my load as well but waited until the room resonated with Bella's telltale little moans. I knew she was about to cum on Nathan's big black dick.


  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned the words over and over as he pushed into her relentlessly. "I'm going to cum in your pussy."

  "Cum inside of me! Please, Nathan! Cum in my pussy!"

  Their moans mingled as they both orgasmed in unison. The mattress shook with the force of Nathan's furious pumping as he shot off his cum into my wife's womb. He pulled out and stroked his big cock, spurting the last droplets over her shaved pussy and mound. A few drops splashed across her flat belly.

  I orgasmed as quietly as possible, my cum soaking my hand and boxers. I cleaned it off the best I could as I tried to calm my breathing. My thoughts were a whirl of images and emotions, and I felt overwhelmed.

  Nathan leaned over her and brushed his lips across her mouth, kissing her sweetly. "Looks like I made a mess all over you."

  "That's okay. Oliver can clean us up." She rolled her head to the side and gave me a devilish grin. "Isn't that right, Oli? You'll get us all nice and clean with your tongue." She patted the mattress beside her. "Come closer and do your job."

  I felt my heart drop to my stomach. It was one thing to "secretly" watch them fucking, but, it was a whole other thing to actually get involved after the fact. I couldn't help but feel I brought this on myself. If I hadn't watched those humiliation videos, this would never be happening. I stammered, "Uh... uh... sure." Not that I wanted to do this, but I did want to please my wife, especially since she went through so much trouble to set this date up because of my fantasies.

  I crawled onto my knees and leaned over my wife's cum-soaked pussy after Nathan stretched out on her opposite side. I gave her cum-sodden pussy lips a tentative lick and shuddered, feeling utterly humiliated in front of my friend.

  "Mmm, that's a good boy. Lick it all away. Get me nice and clean," my wife cooed. "Feels so good."

  I was surprised she was so into it. She had never shown any interest in anything other than vanilla sex up until today. I wondered what other sexual secrets she was keeping from me as I laved my tongue across her pussy.

  "You're really good with your tongue, Oli." She raked her fingers through my hair, then patted the top of my head. "Why don't we show Nathan just how good you are."