This is a story of a bull that was texting on here and met up with a cute classic Asian couple. Beautiful wife and her cucky just something I wrote for my cuck. He’s been a good boy sending me pics and letting me be his bull to pleasure our amazing future baby mama. This was inspired but the cuck himself on his thought and what he wanted to see. If the cucks on her like it maybe I’ll post more of the trip days on here????
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The scene starts with cucky texting his bull before they get to New York he’s anxious but in a good way this is it it’s finally happening everything his bull said in those message can act silly come true. His wife has been waiting but has no clue what this trip has in store for them and cucky loved it that way. Cucky explained he would get a van and his bull patiently waiting for his time to come as well after finishing a long day at work.
Day 1
They landed at JFK just before noon, the summer heat rising off the tarmac, thick with that New York buzz. Babymama stretched her arms, looking refreshed, glowing even in travel clothes. She had no idea what Cucky had planned. To her, this trip was a 10-day getaway. Just her and her husband, exploring the city, eating good food, living easy. But Cucky had something else in mind. Something risky. Something deliciously dirty.Outside the terminal, a sleek black Sprinter van pulled up. The driver greeted them by name courtesy of Cucky’s pre-booking and opened the door. Babymama raised an eyebrow.
“Damn. We’re traveling in style now?” Cucky chuckled. “Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable, babe.” She smiled, slipping inside, unaware of the text he was typing behind her back.
CUCKY:
???? “We just landed. Meet us at the bar near our hotel tonight. I’ll text you the address.”
DADDY:
???? “Of course. I’ll be there.”
3:00 p.m. – Manhattan
The van cruised through the city while Babymama vibed to the music, posting skyline shots to her story, laughing, occasionally resting her head on Cucky’s shoulder. He was calm on the outside but inside, his pulse was racing. They arrived at the hotel a little after 4. The perfect room. High floor. King bed. Big windows. Thick curtains. Cucky had chosen it with care. While Babymama unpacked and started running a hot bath, Cucky grabbed his phone again.
CUCKY:
???? “Bar’s downstairs in the lobby. We’ll be there by 9:30.”
DADDY:
???? “Black shirt. Corner booth. I’ll be ready.”
9:30 p.m. – The Hotel Bar
The atmosphere was low-lit, classy, jazzy. Cucky guided Babymama in with his hand on her back, both of them dressed to match the night. She wore a short black dress and heels, hair done effortlessly, the kind of casual sexy that always left Cucky breathless.They walked past the bar, and that’s when she saw him.
Daddy Sitting alone. Confidence. Broad shoulders. Black shirt. Calm eyes. He looked like he owned the room without saying a word.“Who’s that?” she asked softly.“Go say hi,” Cucky replied, his voice steady.She paused, intrigued. Curious. But then, something flickered in her boldness. She walked right up to Daddy. He stood and watched her walk up to the still sky but somewhat confident because of cucky encouragement to sit with him.
“Damn,” he said with a smirk. “You look even better in person.”She laughed, caught off guard, but flattered. Cucky ordered drinks to treat baby mama and get daddy drunk. Tequila for Babymama henny for Daddy. Cucky stuck to something light, just enough to loosen up.They talked for nearly an hour. Babymama kept sneaking glances at Cucky like, Who is this guy? But Daddy was charming, magnetic.
She was clearly into it more than she expected. At 10:40, Daddy leaned toward Cucky and casually asked, “You still down to light up?” Cucky nodded. Daddy pulled out a neatly rolled joint and a silver lighter. Babymama’s eyes widened. “What’s that?” “Just weed,” Daddy said, smirking. “Smooth, mellow, perfect for the night.” “Have you ever tried it?” Cucky asked her. She paused… then grinned. “Not with you two.”
11:00 p.m. – hotel Room
The three of them sat in a loose circle, Cucky on the balcony chair, Daddy standing on the balcony, Babymama nestled between them. Daddy lit up first. Took a slow drag. Passed it to Cucky. Then to her. The smoke curled through the air like silk. Chill beats played from a small speaker inside to cover the sound about to be made.Laughter came easier now. Touches lingered longer.
The smoke session stretched for a smooth 20 minutes. Jokes turned flirtier. Eyes turned heavier. Babymama’s laugh deepened, her body sinking back into the bed, her cheeks flushed.Daddy poured more drinks. They all drank together.And slowly, Cucky began to fade into the background watching. Just watching.He didn’t mind. In fact, it was exactly what he wanted.
Babymama looked different now, looser, wild after just a sip. She started talking dirtier, running her hand down her thigh while glancing at Daddy like she didn’t care Cucky was sitting right there.Cucky said nothing.He just sipped. And watched.When she finally leaned over and whispered something in Daddy’s ear something only they could hear Daddy grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him like it was already understood. She let out a moan that echoed off the walls.Cucky felt it in his chest.She didn’t even look back at him now. She was in another world.
But Cucky? Cucky was home at that moment where he belonged. Watching his wife fall into pleasure with a man she didn’t even know… but already wanted more of that big thick cock. Daddy stayed the night. And he didn’t leave in the morning cucky intended on so much more this trip.