My wife had met a bull during our trip to Las Vegas—a story I had shared before. After their first encounter, she was absolutely enthralled and eagerly wanted to see him again the next night. Though this new experience was unfamiliar and admittedly challenging for me, I couldn’t deny how much joy it brought her, and I wasn’t about to stand in the way of her pleasure.
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That evening, she invited him up to our hotel room. He smirked as he mentioned that since it was their second time together, he planned to push us—mostly me—a bit harder. He told me to take out my cock and start stroking. Even though we were still clothed, I obeyed and began to pleasure myself. Meanwhile, he started touching and undressing my wife, their connection setting the room alight. As I neared climax, I slowed down, trying to hold back.
He ordered me to speed up, insisting I had to come, warning that if I didn’t, he wouldn’t touch my wife. With her pleading eyes on me, begging me to ejaculate so she could be fucked, I surrendered and came right there in front of them. Only then did they fully dive into their passionate encounter. The bull glanced over at me and asked if I was still aroused. I shook my head, still spent from my release. He grinned and explained that this was his purpose: making cucks watch their wives get fucked right after they’ve come was a tantalizing torment.
Devoid of desire, the entire experience felt rough; the heat I’d previously felt had vanished. I sat frozen, watching him savor every moment with my wife as she practically went wild for him. Meanwhile, I was just staring blankly, trying to rediscover my arousal.
At one point, growing frustrated with my own state, I simply stared ahead. The bull casually suggested I record a video of them to preserve the memory—and my wife eagerly agreed. As their climax approached, I felt a flicker of relief, hoping it was almost over.
But then he instructed me to lie back on the bed. He bent my wife over me and thrust into her from behind. I could feel every powerful stroke driving through her, the sensation reigniting a flicker of heat inside me. When he finally came inside her, the growing intensity made it undeniably erotic once again—though I couldn’t help but think how ruthless he was to put me through all that.
Afterward, the bull confessed he felt a bit guilty for what he’d put me through—it was only the second time he’d done this to a cuck. Yet he admitted the intensity excited him so much that the guilt didn’t linger long. My wife, completely satisfied and glowing with happiness, melted away any lingering resentment I had. Seeing her so fulfilled made everything worthwhile.