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I never thought my wife’s birthday would turn into something so intense. I had been planning it for weeks, but I didn’t even realize how far we’d go. She had been hinting for months, dropping little jokes about fantasies and teasing me in ways that made my heart race. And this year, I decided to surprise her big time.
I had arranged for a bull, someone strong, muscular, the one who has traits of man who loves to fuck hard you know. When he walked in, tall and tatted, with a smirk that made me feel a little jealous, I knew I had chosen right. My wife’s eyes lit up the moment she saw him. I could feel her excitement before she even spoke.
“Happy birthday” I said, trying to sound calm, though my own pulse was racing.
She didn’t answer me. She just looked at him. And then, just like that, she walked over and pressed herself against his chest, her hands roaming. I felt a pang of excitement and nervousness all at once. I had imagined this moment a hundred times, but seeing it for real made my stomach twist in the best way.
I stepped back and watched. She whispered something to him, and he laughed low in his throat. My wife grabbed his hand and guided him toward the bedroom. “Do you want to watch how I’ll fuck her brains out, man?” The bull asked me. I told him I’ll just finish my drink and will go after. I stayed behind, letting them have their moment, but I could hear the soft gasps and whispers from the next room. My own body started reacting without me even trying.
Minutes later, I walked in. My wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, her shirt slightly undone, and he was kneeling in front of her. She looked up at me and smiled, that mix of mischief and desire that always made me weak.
I knelt beside her, and she leaned into me first, kissing me with a hunger that left me breathless. “You’re going to watch” she said, her voice low and teasing. “And maybe help.”
I swallowed hard, nodding. I watched as he slipped a hand under her pussy and I felt a wave of heat rush through me. Her pussy was already wet. Too wet actually, it started dripping out of her. She moaned softly, biting her lip, and I reached out to tease her nipples. She arched into my touch, her hips pressing down on his hand.
He smiled at me, a knowing look, before sliding two fingers inside her. I gasped as she shivered, clenching around him. Her moans grew louder, and I could see how lost she was in the pleasure. I traced my fingers along her thighs, letting her feel my presence, teasing her lightly, building her up.
“You’re fucking wet” he murmured, his fingers moving faster. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”
She nodded without hesitation. “Yes. Please…fuck me hard”
He pulled her closer, positioning himself, and slowly pushed his big dick inside her. I watched her eyes roll back, her hands gripping his shoulders, her back arching off the bed. Every thrust made her moan louder, a mix of fuicking delight and complete surrender. I leaned in and kissed her neck, whispering encouragement, feeling my own pulse spike.
They didn’t even last long at first. She was so aroused by this that she was able to cum within a few minutes. No clit touching, no nipple sucking, no assist whatsover….. just his dick inside her.
She came hard first, screaming softly, her legs shaking around him. Then he paused for a moment, letting her catch her breath, before pulling her onto his lap again. “Let’s see how much more of my dick you can take” he said, smirking at me, as if he was trying to say that he owns her or something.
I watched, heart pounding, as they moved together, a rhythm that felt endless and intoxicating. I ran my hands along her body, teasing her again, helping guide her hips, feeling the heat and wetness. She moaned my name once, then gasped as he pressed deeper. Finally, I felt her shiver violently, she came again while she was riding him. He then lifted her ass then just fucked her even harder. She started crying out of pleasure. I’d never seen her like this before. I was happy that even though I couldn’t pull this one off by myself, I still managed to get someone who can.
When it was over, she collapsed against him, breathing heavily, glowing. I kissed her forehead, proud and turned on all at once. “Happy birthday,” I whispered again, smiling at the mess of sweat and satisfaction.
Later, as we they lay together, she whispered, “That was even better than I imagined.” I grinned, knowing this was a night none of us would forget.
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