The Meeting

[emseepee]

We are having our first "second" meet tomorrow and she is going all the way. I'm absolutely beside myself with excitement and wrote a short story about it (even though it hasn't happened yet) - I hope you enjoy...

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She had to be totally sure. He had given her his permission a long time ago and she had repeatedly asked him if this was what he wanted. He had his chance to change his mind many times. Now it was too late. He was going to get it whether he liked it or not, it is what turned him on anyway.

If he had been totally sure, it would be blasé and not really mean anything to him. He needed to be terrified and now his time had come. Later, she would make love to him and hold him in her arms, re-assuring him of her love and dedication, but right then he needed to be put in his place like a good cucky boy.

They had all met at a rural English country pub. She was sitting beside her Bull in the garden, her cucky boy sitting opposite them. They had decided to sit outside for privacy. She had been flirting a lot and she was now absolutely sure she wanted her Bull's big, hard cock inside her. The Bull was also her toy and she was enjoying teasing both him and her cucky boy.

Her cucky boy had always wanted a hot-wife and she was going to deliver in spades. She had never known about the term hot-wife. This was all about her. Her pleasure, her time to feel desired and adored by not one but two men. This was her time to have the lascivious, unchaste sex she dreamed of. Her time to be in total control.

Her body was full of adrenaline. She was flushed and excited. She felt like the most desirable woman in the world, knowing that these two men were trembling and throbbing at the thought of having sex with her.

Sitting there dressed in her sexy outfit, she could see that both men were hard. Their eyes swept over her body, thrilling her. She could tell they were both imagining her body underneath and the ecstasy it could bring and yet could only see frustrating glimpses.

She made sure to lean forward and show them her bosom, the edge of her corset. She stretched and crossed her legs. They both stared at her high boots, the Bull’s gaze moved up her legs, remembering the photographs that she had messaged him, of what was between.

She had always surprised her cucky boy. He couldn't believe how she had embraced this lifestyle. She had blossomed. She had transformed into a sexy and sultry woman. A woman who knew what she wanted.

And now, this was it. This was the night he was going to become her cuckold and she was going to enjoy every second. She knew that she was doing it because she loved him dearly.

The Bull had never really interacted with her cucky boy and might not care for him, but she was going to make sure that her cucky boy had the best experience of his life. She knew that just having a couple of drinks would be sufficient, he would happily go home and make love to her.

She knew he would not be disappointed if nothing happened, just her embracing the lifestyle had changed their lives in such powerful and positive ways. Cucky boy would actually be relieved if they just went home, as much as he wanted it to happen - he was nonetheless, terrified. After sixteen years together he had a lot to lose, not least, the love of his life.

But SHE was sure. They had discussed signs between them if and when she knew she was absolutely sure. A sly wink at cucky boy if she was opposite him, a hard squeeze to the thigh if beside him, stepping on his foot under the table, lots of little ways to make his heart jump into his throat. He was about to find out what it meant to be a cuckold. He should have been careful what he wished for. The thought thrilled her. She was in total control.

The Bull turned to her and said, "My house is very close, would you like to see it?". Her stomached fluttered with butterflies. It was time, although she had already made her decision.

The Bull was looking at them both, waiting for an answer. She turned to her Bull and said, "I would like that". Then turned to cucky boy and TOLD him, "Come Chuck". Just two words; a command which could have meant two things, come with her or cum for her, but they knew it meant both. Her cuckold gave no sign of the terror flops, adrenaline, fear and lust but she knew him so well.

He stood up with his cock straining at his pants and followed them like a good cucky boy.

[emseepee]

Does anyone like this story?

[dandy_ont]

Please continue.

[Wanna Be Bob]

Yes, do continue!

[emseepee]

That was written a day before we met the guy. We met him and many hours of fun ensued!

[hotwivesforever98]

Please continue!!! Sounds like an interesting story!!