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For this entry I will begin with a warning that the other guy in this story crosses boundaries. A lot. This part of our journey deals with much more humiliation, and sex that was so rough it felt non-consensual to watch. As I warned in Part 1, these are things I’m still not able to enjoy. It reignited a lot of the issues we had gotten past only a few years before, and it almost ended our marriage. I consider the bull a predator because we would later learn that he had this effect on many marriages, and he enjoyed doing it. Sharing this experience individually has been part of my healing journey, and I have learned that other people enjoy it, and re-living the experience with them has helped me to understand my wife better. But if you’re sensitive to these topics, you have been warned.
You can read the other parts linked above to understand her progression, but I’ll sum up by saying that by now Ashley had hooked up with 4 different guys. She had 1 solo hookup, 3 threesomes that all turned into 1-on-1 attention by the end, with a few attempts (one of them successful) at DVP. She had gained confidence that other men found her attractive, that I really liked seeing her experience pleasure with someone else, and was starting to learn that she really liked feeling “slutty” and that to me and our new friends, that it was a good thing. None of these were things she could believe about herself a few years earlier. She was also very openly exploring new fetishes with me in porn, forums, etc. As you can tell from my username, I have a kink for women spitting in my mouth, but it had taken years for her to be willing to do it to me. She had also only recently opened up to being rimmed, and this had all directly led to us talking about having these new experiences.
Given her new preferences and awareness, we started to openly look for a well-endowed bull to give us the kind of “cuckold” experience you see a lot in porn. She chatted with quite a few guys until we met Brandon. Brandon was black, had a chubby face, but a very, very visibly muscular body. I’m only 5’5” and Ashley is 5’2”, but he was well over 6’ and just big everywhere. Below the belt, he was by far the biggest she had ever seen. If my expectations hadn’t already been set unreasonably high by years of porn, he would have had a bigger cock than I could imagine: several inches longer than me and much thicker. She had previously commented to me that she really didn’t find black guys attractive, so I was surprised, but excited for this new experience together. I don’t know if it was the new kinks, or just the way he charmed her, but boy did her charm her. They sexted a lot, and she did video calls with him a couple of times. She definitely fell for him in a way she hadn’t for any other hook-ups, which seemed strictly physical. We had always discussed things a lot beforehand, but now that we were starting to use “cuckold” words, we had another talk about boundaries. I wanted to keep some things just for us, and she had already done things like letting guys finish inside her (with condoms), swallowing cum, etc., so I wanted to keep back the little things I really liked more than most: the spit thing, and eating her ass, that was just for me. And of course we reiterated: condoms for anything except maybe blowjobs. I emphasized that I wanted her pleasure. She had very little to say about boundaries, and I thought this was out of ignorance about what her limits really were, and so we both acknowledged that me being with her was for safety as much as for mutual enjoyment. I was clear that I didn’t like the humiliation or denial aspects of cuckolding, but this was her night and I just wanted to see her get railed the way she wanted.
We arranged to have dinner with Brandon and had the kids go to their grandparents, and we had already booked a nearby hotel room because my wife was almost certain that she wanted to sleep with him. It was a little closer to home than I would have liked, but Brandon swore by the place, and it worked for his schedule. And we’re just having dinner with a friend – no biggie. But Brandon definitely wanted to put on a show. He had Ashley get in the booth first and then slid in after her. We didn’t acknowledge this, so I just thought okay – really we’re here for the 2 of them to meet. I am just watching. He was really charming the pants off of her. She laughed at all his jokes and hung on every word. She ordered what he told her she would like. As the meal progressed, I guess he began exploring up under her dress under the table. It obviously got to the point where he had worked a finger inside her and was really starting to put some pressure on her favorite spots. Her reactions were starting to be noticeable by other people, so I suggested we move to the hotel before the meal really felt “done”. Brandon got the waitress’s attention first and told her “he’s on his own check, you can put his wife on mine”. Damn. Another power move. I was liking each one less and less, but I respected the skill. I couldn’t tell from her response if the waitress knew what this was and thought it was weird, or if she just didn’t get it. As she walked away, he lifted his finger to Ashley’s mouth and told her to taste his dessert. She sucked it clean, as I started to realize that even his fingers were huge. I figured it was going to happen anyway, so I tried to maintain the appearance of some control by suggesting she drive in his truck to the hotel so they could talk again about the boundaries she and I had and flirt a little more. We got to the hotel and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Checking in was uncomfortable as they were really starting to not hide their affection and it was clearly tongue kissing by the elevator, but okay. We’re almost there. And this is what we wanted: the cuckold experience. I was just relieved not to run into anyone we knew. It was a little exhilarating. We got to the room, and she said she was just going to go slip into her lingerie and freshen up. He and I were in the room, and he just got to work moving pillows where he wanted them. The man had intentions. One on the floor, a couple by the edge of the bed. He came up and put his hand on my shoulder, “look man – let’s be real – it takes a big man to accept his wife’s needs, so you don’t have to prove anything tonight. But this is about respect and boundaries, so you just gotta know I’m gonna respect you, and you’re going to respect me, and we won’t have any problems. This is about what Ashley wants. You understand?” Again. A real power move. Obviously I agreed with all that, but that wasn’t really what he was telling me. He was just telling me I had no control anymore.
She came out seconds later, acting giddy and completely unaware of the really serious vibe Brandon just set with me. She must have been excited, because she usually took her time to get ready, but she was quick. He turned and went back to being the charmer. Gushed over her with compliments about her lingerie, he turned her around, inspecting her, grabbing her ass a little, continuing to shower her with praise. He asked if she was ready for him to show her a thing or two. She swallowed nervously and bit her lip, but nodded. God, she was into him. He had her get on her knees on the pillow, and practice answering some questions with “Yes, Daddy”. He had her open her mouth, then stick out her tongue, and eased his fingers back in her mouth, demanding eye contact. He gave her some coaching on technique and how she needed to maintain eye contact, and then shoved his fingers all the way to the back of the throat. She gagged a little, but stayed locked in. “Good girl…” He had been removing clothes little by little during this exchange, and by now was down to his briefs with an unbelievable bulge. Finally he unleashed it right near her face. I would have liked to see her initial reaction, but she was just silent so I moved to the chair for a better angle. From how she looked then, I would have said she was intimidated by it. I couldn’t tell if he was fully erect, because it looked as long as his pics, but it was just hanging low and heavy. He rubbed it on her face as she moaned enjoyment, then gave it a few hard slaps right over her eye, at which she flinched. If you couldn’t see his size, you heard it from the smacks. More questions, more “Yes, Daddy”. Made her beg a little. He told her to show him how deep she could take it. She eased it about halfway when it hit her throat. He said “Okay, that was a good try, but you can take it further. I need YOU to see you can do it. I’ll show you.” He held her head and got to that point, then just said, “Easy, girl… Shh…shh… You can do this.” as he forced it a couple of inches further. Her eyes just about popped out of their sockets. He held it there, clearly an extremely firm grip on her head, then released. She gasped for air, continuing to choke a little, and starting to cry. When she reached her hand up he smacked it away. This was like a BDSM scene, not sex.
“That’s a bit much…” I started to protest and he shot me a lethal look. “This is what she’s meant for, man. Isn’t this what you’re meant for baby?”, looking at her. “Yes, Daddy”. “Tell him you want this”. “I want this”. “Tell him you need this”. “I need this”. “So sit down, man. We’re doing this.” Okay…
He eased back in a few more times, before gripping her hair and going for a harder face fucking. He was throwing in a lot of dirty talk about what a whore she was. Her responses were like she was enjoying this, but she was starting to have a hard time talking, and had tears streaming down her face. “You’re my little whore now, ain’t you?” He pulled out, bent down closer to her, and started in with some slaps. I again protested and said, “you can’t hurt her” and she didn’t even look at me. Just up at him. “Yes you can. You can. You can hurt me.” She was nodding like he was about to ask. But it was more of a beg than consent. “Yeah that’s right. I can do what I want. I own you.” “Yes, Daddy”. I had been shot down twice now, he could get bolder and bolder and me being dismissed was just a pattern. He told her to open her mouth, stick out her tongue, and spat right down her throat. I raced through my head. Didn’t we say no spitting? Well… she was the one who explained it. And we had said she wouldn’t spit in his mouth. Did he just see the loophole in the boundary, and use it as a prompt? But… she had never let me do it to her. And I hadn’t pushed the issue because I mostly liked to receive. But I had wanted to try it, and she wasn’t down. So… I guess I just assumed this was a boundary for HER. Oof… I didn’t like that. That was a big oversight.
I noticed that he was now clearly harder and more rigid than before. It didn’t even look real in person. He gripped her throat and pulled up, bringing her to her feet. He turned her away from the bed and pushed her back until she fell onto it. He moved one hand to her chest and pressed down, and his other hand to her pussy and slid in a finger, then worked in two. She was starting to moan, but he quickly increased his pace and changed his technique until it became more of a whimper, than a squeal. After a couple of minutes of escalating dirty talk, she started squirting and writhing almost off the edge. I wondered why she wasn’t getting louder until I saw his other hand had moved up to her throat and was pressing down. She was holding his wrist like she was trying to stop it, and I thought about saying something again, but suddenly he released and showered her with loud praise until everything subsided. He gave her a few seconds to catch her breath while he went and started rolling on a condom. Good, at least he wasn’t going to cross that line. God, his cock was enormous. He came back to her, lifted a leg and rolled her a little on her side and placed himself against her lips. I was excited to watch her reaction to feeling him inside her for the first time, and was glad he had rolled her towards where I was sitting. He started to press in to her, and she started with a quick, involuntary, “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” Each one louder than the last. He continued to press, and I saw his hand was starting to grip her throat again. My mind flashed back to her in labor – she had a lot of damage done to her pussy then, and I didn’t want her to have to go through recovery like that again. So once again I got up and started towards them. That was stupid.
“Look SIT DOWN, man! We really gonna keep doing this? If you can’t handle it, get the FUCK out of here!” He looked genuinely, truly, angry and was pointing at the door with finality. It wasn’t a question. I looked to her. She nodded, almost crying again. “It’s okay. Just let him do what he wants. It’s okay.” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what I was feeling. Every instinct was telling me that he was going to hurt her, but I also felt like I had no option but to leave. She had undermined any chance I had of helping her. I just walked out. As I got to the door, my whole body was tingling like I was about to pass out. I was so relieved to see no one in the hall, because she was already loudly squealing, “OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU’RE SO HARD!!” At least she sounded happier.
I stood down the hall, disoriented, for a few minutes before deciding to go sit in the lobby. I was in shock and didn’t have a single clear thought, I was just frozen. I was aware at times that I was almost shivering. Eventually my mind settled enough that I felt like I could go back and check on things, but I have no idea how much time had passed. As the elevator reached my floor again and I turned the corner, I knew it wasn’t over. Three men were walking down the hall near our room, laughing. I heard one say “Jesus Fucking Christ!” Well they had to have heard it. I got to the door, and heard the headboard pounding, her moaning “Oh!”, and him grunting. It was fast and hard. Just absolutely gorilla-fucking her. I loitered for a minute, but it wasn’t changing. I returned to the lobby, a little more calmly this time. This time I started keeping an eye on the clock, and waited about 30 minutes. Usually our sex and her hook ups lasted at least an hour, sometimes two, even when the guy was not apparently a sex god, so I didn’t expect them to be done, but I just wanted to check on her. I wondered if his intensity might burn out faster. I didn’t hear anything at the door. I thought about knocking, and I don’t know why I didn’t, but I removed my key and opened the door. I would later find out she never saw or heard me come in, maybe neither did, but I opened the door to see her on the chair I had been sitting on. Except she was upside down, her legs in the air, and the rest of her pressed into the corner, her head hanging back below the chair while he squatted to have his balls in her mouth. Her entire face was smeared with her makeup and goop. Her lingerie was off, clearly ripped into 2 separate pieces on the floor. I just backed away and went for another break in the lobby. It was such a weird position to see her in I couldn’t make sense of what I had been looking at for some time.
When I came back after another 30 minutes, a hotel employee was standing at our door. Shit. Someone had complained, and the room is in my name, and they had clearly not gotten a response to their knocks. I got to the door, and again – thumping, and both of them moaning. I told them I would enter the room and quieten things down, and they very quickly thanked me for my help and left. I can imagine they were just relieved they wouldn’t have to face whoever had just been making that noise. They didn’t look back, but then I realized I couldn’t enter the room and stop this either. I felt paralyzed, and all the tingling returned. Eventually the sound climaxed as she started yelling “Fuck me!” over and over, the sound of smacking, the bed frame reaching it’s limits, and then things went silent. I realized I had zoned out and I was lucky no one else had walked by or looked in the hallway, so I retreated back to the lobby, hoping they might be done. I had been there almost another 30 minutes when I saw him walk out. He saw me, and barely acknowledged my presence, and just left.
I went up to the room, worried about the scene I was going to walk into. When I walked in, she was laying face-down, sprawled out on the bed. The lingerie was now near her face, scrunched up and wet. I would later find out he had stuffed it in her mouth for a finale. Her hair looked half wet, whether from sweat, semen or spit was anyone’s guess. Not quite clumps, but there was clearly her hair on the pillows. He had been rough with it. And she had sex hair like you wouldn’t believe. She was red and flushed like I’ve never seen her, with additional red marks all over her back, and especially her ass. I placed a hand on her and asked if she was okay, and I got a dazed, “I love… how he fucks… His cock is… You don’t even know” So she’s okay… but my mind was starting to conclude that there might be no coming back from this for us as a couple. I gently tried to examine her, and her asshole wasn’t exactly prolapsed, but clearly swollen with a little blood. Her pussy looked the same. I asked her some questions and she just indicated she needed a minute. There was only one condom in the trash. Didn’t seem enough for what must have happened. Had he been wearing one when I peeked in? I didn’t know. Eventually I asked if she wanted to take a shower, and she said she just wanted to sleep.
I left and went to pick up the kids. I hadn’t realized how late it was getting – it had been hours and the grandparents had been calling my wife’s phone. I hadn’t thought about that. Stupid. Stupid. I put them to bed, and texted Ashley. I thought my mind would be racing all night, but I think I was exhausted just from all the overwhelming emotions. I woke up – no reply from Ashley. Once the kids were up and eating breakfast in front of a movie, I realized “mommy isn’t feeling well” was no longer going to work, because I had told everyone she had gone straight home to bed. So I told them she had left early to see a friend and I needed to go pick her up. I went to the hotel, and found her exactly where I had left her. It was pretty awkward between us, but she got up and quickly showered. I think she was starting to realize how far it had gone and she didn’t like that she had been so out of it she couldn’t come home last night. I don’t think either of us wanted to talk about it yet. We continued to play the “mommy isn’t feeling well” card for a few days, and she continued to keep in touch with Brandon. Any time I asked if she was okay, she said she wanted to do it again, but she looked scared any time she got a text from him.
We had a first conversation about how I felt, and she confirmed that she had wanted all of that. She showed me their texts, and she told me how she explained the boundaries. Yep. She had very explicitly consented to be treated like that. She didn’t realize it would be so good, or last so long, and she felt some shame for how it ended up. She also admitted what I hadn’t seen: he had told her to spit in his mouth during some deep kissing and she had, and he had eaten her ass before fucking it, without a condom. Every boundary systematically broken. First with clearly establishing his dominance, then with a little loophole, then getting me out of the room which was starting to feel like it had been his intention, and then outright breaking every remaining boundary. She wasn’t even aware of whether or not he had used a condom in her pussy, and we got Plan B as soon as she told me, and saw her doctor about getting on birth control again. But she wanted it again, and I was pretty sure it was going to happen one way or another. Whether I could stay in the marriage was actually the question, especially since hormonal birth control was the cause of so many of our issues early in marriage too.
Thank you to those that have reached out. Your encouragement makes a difference, and as you can imagine, this is a heavy one for me to share, so I will now take some time to reflect before attempting to write an epilogue as part 4. The short story is that we did recover, and we do still have experiences with other men, but we did eventually cut ties with Brandon.