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  Mounted by the Bull

  Cuckolded & Humiliated

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2017

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  — Paisley —

  My eyes half-lidded as Alexander scattered kisses behind my knee, his lips soft and pliant as they traveled up my thigh. I moaned softly as my stomach fluttered with anticipation. Heat pulsed between my legs, and I could smell the scent of my arousal.

  “I want to lick every inch of you,” my sexy husband whispered in between flicks of his tongue across my delicate pale skin.

  “Mmmm, I’ve been craving this all day,” I replied as I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his tongue inching closer to my ass.

  “So have I.” Alex massaged my ass cheeks sensuously, kneading my skin as he pressed his soft lips to my lower back. He worked his mouth in a lazy circle around the spot where I wanted to feel it most, heightening my desire.

  “Please…” I mindlessly begged.

  “Please what?” he asked as he lightly traced the crease of my ass with the tip of his tongue.

  “Lick my asshole.”

  Alex pushed my ass cheeks apart and flicked his tongue across my puckered rim. Jolts of pleasure speared through me, causing me to shudder. “I want to lick every inch of you,” he repeated before writhing the tip of his tongue between my bottom cheeks, “Especially here.”

  “Mmm. That feels delicious,” I cooed with delight.

  He slid a hand beneath me and ran his fingers through my silky wet pussy lips, seeking my clit as he wiggled his tongue against my asshole. Pleasure bloomed within and every part of me felt saturated with bliss. I was mindless, floating, enjoying every flick of his fingers and tongue. He knew exactly how to touch me, how much pressure to apply and when to back off when it became too much. He knew how to undulate his tongue around my rim and finger my clit until the pleasure intensified to the point of nearly blacking out.

  “Alex!” I moaned his name loudly. “Oh, baby, you’re going to make me cum. Oh!” I babbled incoherently as he ate my ass.

  He slid two fingers into my pussy while keeping one against my clit, pumping into me while his tongue rolled around in circles against my puckered hole. His tongue was insistent, unrelenting as he licked and probed me.

  Hot chills prickled my skin as bubbles of pleasure coiled tightly in my core. My stomach tremored and fluttered as the pressure built. My orgasm was imminent. “Alex! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!” I ordered as my pleasure swelled into something uncontrollable, something I was unable to contain. I moaned so loudly no doubt the neighbors could hear, not that I even cared. In that moment, I was lost to the world—everything but the feeling of my husband’s tongue faded into the background, and all I could do was ride out the wondrous waves of pleasure that rolled through me as I orgasmed.

  “Mmm,” Alex murmured as he pulled his fingers from my pussy and popped them into his mouth, sucking them loudly. “You should let me eat your pussy,” he suggested hopefully. “I miss the taste of you.”

  I rolled over onto my back, breathing heavily as I tried to catch my breath. I smirked at him, “You don’t get to make the rules remember?”

  “I know,” he replied in a petulant voice.

  “Tone, mister. Lose it.” I slid my gaze appreciatively down his sinewy body and smirked at the metal cage wrapped around his cock, “Else I won’t let your little friend out to play.”

  He winced, “Please, Paisley. I’ll do anything.”

  I chuckled softly as I pushed blonde strands of hair from my face. “How long has it been?”

  “Two months. I’m dying!” he whimpered.

  “Some men go for years, you know. I hardly think you’re dying.” I rolled onto my side, facing him as I lightly danced my fingertips over the chastity device, teasing his swollen flesh between the bars. “This was your idea, remember?”

  He sucked in his breath sharply as I toyed with his bulging, smooth balls. “I remember,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “So what should you say, hmmm?”

  “Thank you,” he whispered reluctantly.

  “You’re welcome. Not many wives would lock their husband’s dick up and ruin his orgasms, you know.”

  “I know. You’re too good to me, Paisley. I don’t deserve you.”

  I giggled softly, “And don’t you forget it, mister!” I playfully smacked his ball, then pinched his inner thigh. “So… I have a surprise for you.”

  Alex arched his brow inquisitively, “Yeah?”

  “Mmmhmm.” I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and swiped it on. The screen lit with a picture of a black guy I had met on a dating app and had been texting all day. “This is Kaid. He is thirty-three, a personal trainer who owns his own gym, and is super nice.” I showed Alex his profile picture, then showed him a picture of Kaid’s cock. “Look how hung he is. So big and thick and he wants to fuck me desperately.” Alex loved it when I flirted with other men on dating apps. He encouraged me to text and send racy pictures—he got off on reading my sexy exchanges with strangers.

  “Any guy would be incredibly lucky to fuck you,” Alex said with a rasp, his voice soft and sexual as I teased him with photos of another man.

  “He says he knows just how to fuck white women,” I continued, smirking as I flicked my tongue around his belly button, licking a path to his cage.

  “Are you going to let him fuck your little pussy?” Alex asked as he raked his fingers through my honey blonde hair.

  “Mmhmm. Maybe I’ll let him fuck me in the ass too.” I dangled the key to his cage over his cock then rubbed it across his balls.

  “Are you going to let him cum inside of you?”

  “Of course. You know I hate condoms.” I settled myself between his legs and nibbled his balls, flicking my tongue over one, then the other, while rubbing the key against his thigh. His cock swelled and angrily pushed at the metal bars.

  “Are you going to make me clean you afterward?” he asked with a strained voice.

  “I’m going to make you lick my pussy and clean up every bit of his cum.”

  Alex’s fingers tightened in my hair and I knew that he desperately wanted to be freed from his cage. He wanted release. He craved it. “Oh, fuck.”

  “You’ll do that for me, won’t you? You’ll be a good little cuck and lick my pussy after Kaid fills me with his cum. Then maybe I’ll let your itty bitty cock out of this cage. And, if you’re really good, I might even let you cum.”

  Alex’s breath was shallow and he gasped as he fought to speak. I knew that he was as close to an orgasm as possible yet he was denied the pleasure of release. “Yes. I’ll do it. I promise! Just please let me cum!”

  I glanced up and met his stormy blue gaze, his eyes were wide with a mixture of emotions: lust, love, and trust. His tone was sensual yet almost frantic. He wanted to cum so badly I almost caved in and released him. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he always gave me, yet I knew that his pleasure derived from not being allowed to cum. It took me a long time to figure out that the thing he asked for wasn’t always the thing he wanted most. It was complicated and went against every natural sexual instinct I had, yet I knew that I had to make him wait.

  “Please, Paisley!” he begged.

  I smacked his thigh, “Stop begging. You know I hate it when you do that.”

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just…”

  “I know. You want to cum. But
, we had a deal.”

  “Tomorrow,” he relented and released his hold of my hair.

  I straightened up, leaning back on my heels. With a feather-light stroke, I ran my fingertips over his inner thighs. “One more day, darling, then you get to cum as many times as you want.”

  He sighed wistfully. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.”

  “Do you ever think about doing it… for real?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Texting and flirting over the phone with those guys. I mean, do you ever really want to fuck them? For real?”

  I touched the tip of my tongue to my upper lip as I considered his question. Of course, I had thought about fucking those men. But, could I admit it? And if I did, how would that affect our marriage? I didn’t want Alex to think he wasn’t enough for me.

  “You can be honest,” he prompted as if he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear me say it.

  “All right. Yes. I’ve thought about what it would be like to fuck another guy for real.”

  “Do you want to?”

  I cocked a brow as a wave of nervousness fluttered in my lower belly. “Why are you asking me this?”

  “Because… I think we should try it.”

  “You can’t be serious, Alex.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because… because people like us don’t do stuff like that.”

  “You didn’t think people like us did this either…” he said as he grabbed his metal cage.

  “I don’t know… I think I am afraid to cross that line. Once we do, we can’t undo it.”

  “It isn’t much different than texting these guys and sending nudes.”

  I chuckled, “They can’t see my face. Anyhow, phone stuff is a fantasy. It’s just a game, it isn’t real.”

  “But it could be,” he countered. “If you wanted it to be.”

  I inhaled a shaky breath as I let the idea of having a lover take root.

  “Aren’t you the least bit curious about sleeping with someone else? Experiencing someone new?” he asked.

  “You’re enough for me.” I was a bit old-fashioned and had only ever slept with Alex.

  “I know, baby. I just want you to be happy and to have fun. I feel like this could be something fun and exciting.”

  I ran the tip of my finger over his cage as I thought about meeting Kaid for real and letting him touch me intimately. It was arousing to think about, but I was still reluctant. I had always been on the timid side and thought it would be too intimidating to try and seduce someone like Kaid. No doubt he had women throwing themselves at him. Yet, there was a small part of me that found it thrilling to consider such a thing, to actually have permission from my husband. “Hypothetically, would you be there?”

  “Yes. I would watch.”

  “It would be a huge step for us.” I couldn’t believe I was actually considering it.

  “I know. But… I think we would both enjoy it immensely.”

  “How can you not be jealous?” I asked, feeling if the roles were reversed, I would be seething with jealousy if he were fucking another woman. I couldn’t allow it.

  “Oh, I would be jealous, Paisley. I’m jealous now just talking about it. You’re a beautiful, kind-hearted woman who is an amazing lover, and whoever you choose to sleep with will no doubt fall head over heels in love with you. But, I trust that you love me. That you’ll always love me more.”

  A part of me couldn’t understand why he was so keen on pushing the boundaries and opening our marriage up to other people. I had so many mixed feelings about it. It was an erotic fantasy, but how would it work in real life? Could I really go through with it? And, what happened after the fact? If one lover was allowed, would he allow two? At what point would we stop? Would we even stop? What if I fell in love with someone else? There were so many unknowns and so many ways that things could truly fuck up. Yet, I kept coming back to that secret part of me that truly wanted to know what another man’s cock felt like buried deep in my pussy. I had always been curious, and now Alex was not only allowing it but encouraging it.

  “Paisley?” Alex reached for my hand and entwined his fingers with mine.

  I stared at him for a long moment then finally nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

  *

  Kaid: Morning Beautiful.

  Paisley: Hey there! I was just thinking about you.

  Kaid: All good thoughts, I hope. I enjoyed our texting yesterday.

  Paisley: Me too. I’ve never felt so comfortable so soon with someone. You’re really easy to talk to. And you’re hot. You’re like the total package.

  Kaid: Your pictures were hella sexy. I can’t stop thinking about them. Especially that last one…

  Paisley: Yours were pretty impressive too. And by impressive, I mean you have an enormous dick. Easily the biggest I’ve ever seen :)

  Kaid: Ha ha. Thanks. So, I think we should meet.

  Paisley: Uh… about that. I haven’t been completely honest with you.

  Kaid: Is this where you admit you’re really a 300-pound trucker named Sam? Or a 14 year old girl?

  Paisley: lol. No. My pictures are real. The thing is, I’m married…

  Kaid: Ah. Gotcha. Well, to be honest, at least half the people on that app are married. Doesn’t bother me.

  Paisley: I didn’t know that. You sleep with a lot of married women, then?

  Kaid: Once or twice.

  Paisley: Doesn’t bother you?

  Kaid: Nah. If they are looking, then it means they aren’t getting something at home. They are the ones putting themselves out there. It’s not like I deliberately go seeking married women. But, if it happens, it happens.

  Paisley: My situation is different.

  Kaid: How so?

  Paisley: My husband knows I texted you.

  Kaid: That’s kinda hot. Is he into you hooking up with other guys?

  Paisley: I think so, but we haven’t ever gone that far. I’ve only flirted online or through texting. Never real life.

  Kaid: But you want to?

  Paisley: He wants me to.

  Kaid: Do you?

  Paisley: Yes, I think so.

  Kaid: How far does he want you to go?

  Paisley: He wants me to fuck another guy while he watches.

  Kaid: Really hot.

  Paisley: Have you ever done anything like that?

  Kaid: Once, yeah, a couple of years ago. I was a bull for a friend and his wife. It was a surreal experience.

  Paisley: Bull? Really? Wow. I call my husband a cuck, but I haven’t ever really cucked him yet. Though, we are playing around with a chastity device.

  Kaid: How is that working out?

  Paisley: It’s fun I think. It adds another dynamic to our sex life.

  Kaid: But it leaves you wanting a good fuck, I bet?

  Paisley: Yeah, actually. It is frustrating. Not that I don’t love oral. Omigod I do, but at the same time, I do miss feeling a cock inside of me.

  Kaid: I think I can help you with that if you’d let me.

  Paisley: Mmm. Sexy. So, how would it work?

  Kaid: Well. We should meet first I think, make sure I’m what you want. If things go well, we plan a date where you bring your husband along.

  Paisley: I can’t believe I am considering this.

  Kaid: Hey, it’s fun and harmless. I’m not the fall in love type, so you won’t have to worry about me stalking you or fucking up your marriage. I know what’s real and what isn’t.

  Paisley: So… when do you want to meet?

  Kaid: I’ll be at the gym all day today, drop by anytime. I’ll show you around.

  Paisley: Sounds like a plan. Talk to you later xoxo

  *

  — Alexander —

  I couldn’t believe she said yes. The very idea of her sleeping with another man consumed me and I was barely able to get through the workday. Every other minute my thoughts would drift to Paisley and Kaid and I couldn’t help but wonder w
hat they were up to. She agreed to meet him at his gym and promised to text me throughout the day.

  To say I was ecstatic was an understatement. I had been subtly pushing for her to take it to the next level for a while but had given up on her actually ever going through with it. I didn’t want to be selfish and beg, but sometimes it would take all of my willpower not to.

  I don’t know when my fascination with the cuckolding lifestyle began. Somewhere along the way, I think I had seen a porn video of a woman taking a black lover, and that must have sparked the desire. Many videos later, I had gotten the idea that it was something that I wanted to try if only I could convince my timid little wife into it.

  Not that I could ever complain about my sex life. Paisley was a superb lover, thoughtful and adventurous after some coaxing. She pleased me in all ways, but at the same time, I couldn’t quite shake off the feeling that there was more for us. I couldn’t give up the idea of us having a cuckolding lifestyle.

  I had come up with the idea of wearing a chastity device after some online research. I figured if my cock was locked up, she’d get to a point where she’d want to be fucked so badly that she might be tempted by another guy. Also, being in a chastity device meant that she would have to become more aggressive. It forced her into a role she’d been hesitant to assume at first, but over time she came to love having me locked up, especially after she realized how much oral she’d get out of it. Plus, I think she secretly loved having me under her complete control. She relished using her total power over me.

  Once I was locked up, I coaxed her into texting random guys on various hookup apps. I think she got a thrill out of it, though she never mentioned meeting any of them face to face. But, over time she became more relaxed and even more adventurous. She would ask for their dick pics, and she’d send them naughty pictures of herself in return. Most of the time she’d have me take the pictures and I loved every minute of it.

  But I never thought she’d take it any further. I was the only man she’d ever been with and I think it was a point of pride with her. That is until she showed me Kaid’s picture. I caught a glimpse of some of their texting and it seemed different somehow. I could tell she was enjoying talking to him, and that is when I decided to ask if she wanted more.

  My phone chimed, breaking me out of my reverie.