Bull history

[Yourfirstbull]

This seems to be the most appropriate sub to post this... hubbies often write me with justified curiosity about how I became a bull or my perspective, etc. and though usually perspective or advice questions are pretty specific (which I enjoy answering), I figured I'd post some experiences I've had for you husbands and wives--both wannabes and the experienced--to read through and process. I'll start with my first "bull" experience and then if there's interest jump back to some younger experiences with older women (which maybe set me up to bull?) or jump ahead to some of the hotter experiences I've had as a bull (interestingly, the wives and couples I've enjoyed the most have been ones who initially reached out to me on this site, or than any other app or meeting IRL). So without further ado, here was my first bull experience…

A few years post-graduation I moved to Seattle and, not knowing anyone here, would casually hang out with a single woman I worked with – no sex or sexual tension (at least not from me, I later heard she might have felt some) – going to dinners, movies, parties, hikes, etc. I became her +1 at dinner parties, and it was there I first met a sweet, curvy, bubbly outgoing cheerleader-coach type and her hubby, a Christian pastor from just outside of the city.

I had zero awareness of what hotwives were or really about swinging or what a bull was, a cuck, a stag, or any of that and again felt no sexual tension with this couple at all. So when after running into them at a handful of dinner parties and they invited me over for dinner the following week I really did not want to go; I actually thought they were inviting me to proselytize (which growing up around Christians I knew that script already). There was also an NBA playoff game on that night so I begrudgingly accepted the invite, not really wanting to go and having no idea what was about to happen.

When I arrived we started chatting and I sat on the couch with her next to me and he in a lay-z-boy type chair. The conversation did get a little flirty and she would brush her hand against me to make a point or to emphasize or sympathize within the context of the conversation (which I did think was... interesting), and he didn't seem to mind. After a bit (maybe an hour?) she scooted closer to me and at one point laid her head on my shoulder for a second. We made eye contact and then just... kissed. Within seconds she was on my lap and I heard him say "that's hot you guys" or something like that. I ended up fucking her on the couch and looked over and saw him stroking (this mature pastor stroking while I bent his wife over the couch).

I still don't really know how they picked up the scent that I'd be into it, and it turned out I definitely was far from the first guy he'd watched her with (though I think it was usually guys their age rather than someone almost half their age). We would joke they groomed me, but it really is kind of true.

They were really fun but I realized I enjoyed newbies and/or non-lifestyle types, couples who wouldn't ever be confused with swingers and weren't jaded, who were the wife next door mom or business-woman types but that had really naughty itches that needed scratching. Kind of like how I'm just a normal guy next door with a kink about wives--so we only lasted a few months, but it was a fun and educational few months.

[BrunetteLover]

I think the word 'bull' is silly. My wife has had many dozens of guys slide into her, none of them have been 'bulls.'

[Yourfirstbull]

Funny you should mention that -- "Bull" is such an interesting term. Obviously I use it (as it's my screen name) but most of the wives I'm with call me their fwb or third or one calls me her boyfriend, or even toy. I think it's a term (bull) that kind of gets a bad rap because everyone uses it regardless if it's appropriate or not (in regardless, if they actually have experience being a third for a couple), and it's an entry-level term...but it seems to be the most commonly accepted catch-all and identifier. I had one couple a while back who really really hated the term, yet called themselves stag and vixen .

[BrunetteLover]

Not to cast any shade on any other men who may call themselves a 'bull,' it's just that to see a word used that evokes extreme masculinity most certainly does not describe the men my wife sees. Then again, these are the guys who pay for what most of us do not have to pay for.

One recent use of a particular word was a bit surprising, though. It let me in on her thoughts without her saying much else.

My wife uses the term 'gig' to label any time she has an appointment with a 'client.' That's her word for what others use the term 'bull' for. Client.

There was one guy she was noticeably fond of, was much more physical and masculine, more assertive in bed, and made her cum several times during sex. The way she described it, they had much more imaginative sex, and did several things even she and I do not do. A number of those things were her idea.

She was experimenting, having enthusiastic, satisfying sex, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

She occasionally used the term 'date' when mentioning him. She never used that term with anyone else.

He got a girlfriend, stopped contacting my wife for her services, and she particularly misses him. She has never missed anyone else.

It's the closest we ever got to a 'bull.'

[snoogaloo82]

Not to cast any shade on any other men who may call themselves a 'bull,' it's just that to see a word used that evokes extreme masculinity most certainly does not describe the men my wife sees. Then again, these are the guys who pay for what most of us do not have to pay for.

One recent use of a particular word was a bit surprising, though. It let me in on her thoughts without her saying much else.

My wife uses the term 'gig' to label any time she has an appointment with a 'client.' That's her word for what others use the term 'bull' for. Client.

There was one guy she was noticeably fond of, was much more physical and masculine, more assertive in bed, and made her cum several times during sex. The way she described it, they had much more imaginative sex, and did several things even she and I do not do. A number of those things were her idea.

She was experimenting, having enthusiastic, satisfying sex, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

She occasionally used the term 'date' when mentioning him. She never used that term with anyone else.

He got a girlfriend, stopped contacting my wife for her services, and she particularly misses him. She has never missed anyone else.

It's the closest we ever got to a 'bull.'

That's a really interesting story! I love hearing stories like this. So I'm guessing from what you say she has others she sees? How many others does she see? Was it just that guy when they were seeing each other?

Just curious
Rik

[Farmgirl]

Funny you should mention that -- "Bull" is such an interesting term. Obviously I use it (as it's my screen name) but most of the wives I'm with call me their fwb or third or one calls me her boyfriend, or even toy. I think it's a term (bull) that kind of gets a bad rap because everyone uses it regardless if it's appropriate or not (in regardless, if they actually have experience being a third for a couple), and it's an entry-level term...but it seems to be the most commonly accepted catch-all and identifier. I had one couple a while back who really really hated the term, yet called themselves stag and vixen .

I know it's an each to their own, but I buy bulls for my cows. The whole picture of a man calling himself a bull, is to me, just unappealing. I'm not into stags (1-balled steers) either.
At least cougars and jaguars are a type of pussy .

[BrunetteLover]

That's a really interesting story! I love hearing stories like this. So I'm guessing from what you say she has others she sees? How many others does she see? Was it just that guy when they were seeing each other?

Just curious
Rik

Understand that I post from the perspective of a long-term member of this website, which does relatively new people no good I suppose.

I sent you a message, not wanting to hijack this topic.

[Yourfirstbull]

Skipping ahead a few years, this wife I actually met on ourhotwives (hi S____) and have been seeing her almost monthly for about the last 2 years.

As I mentioned above, I started to realize I personally preferred newbies or couples who were just starting to explore their sexual boundaries. Or if not newbies, I just prefer wives who aren't jaded about sex, but who are excited and nervous and still thrilled at each meeting (as I manage to be, as well). I'm pretty selective, not by attractiveness but by attitude—I enjoy nice, kind couples... the couple next door types, who have this one naughty outlet.

She reached out to me and we started emailing and messaging and got pretty forward within 2 or 3 days. When I sext I don't exaggerate—for example, I don't tell a wife how I'm going to make her feel but rather what I'd like to do ("little kisses from under your ear down your neck while my hand glides just inside the front waistband of your panties", etc.); and I'm honest that I'm not some 10" monster but a thick 7.5" (btw, while almost all husbands ask about my size, only one wife has ever specifically asked me about length). I figure women hear so much fluff from guys that me being honest is refreshing.

This wife was straight-forward that they had tried once before and it went okay but that she felt like it could have gone better. She was a combination of shy and guarded while also being matter-of-factly sexual—it was sweet and hot. The husband knew about it too and would message me separately. She was in her 40's with a slim/tight body from working out multiple times a week. At about 5'8", she looked like a former runway model. Medium length brown hair in a mom/professional style and blue eyes.

We decided to first meet during our lunch break in a busy, high-end hotel lobby downtown (good public space) and then grab lunch in the restaurant. We were both in our office clothes (she was in a dress), and sat down initially on a lobby couch, talking quietly as the place buzzed around us. After a few minutes of discreet verbal flirting I told her to go into the bathroom, take off her panties and bring them back to me. She got up unsteadily and disappeared down the hall. I messaged her hubby what she had been told to do and he messaged back that it had been a long fantasy of his to ask her to do that, and he couldn't believe—in a good way—she was doing it within 30 minutes of us meeting.

When she came back she put her hand on mine and I received a pink lace thong. We eventually got up and went for a light lunch full of double entendres, which was interrupted only when she went to the bathroom again and took two pictures of herself, which she messaged to me. One was her lifting up her dress in the stall to show what wasn't underneath, the other was of two very wet fingers.

After lunch we ended up in her luxury car and decided (without any pretense) to go to a garage. As soon as we were parked we started making out heavily, talking dirty the entire time about what we wanted to do to each other and how she wanted her husband to watch. She threw her leg over me and my hand trailed under her dress, feeling how wet she was and teasing her with my fingers—as a retaliation she found my throbbing bulge and started running her fingers over the length of it. She asked if she could suck my cock right there and said she had been told years ago she was very good at it, but I told her no (frankly I didn't want to get busted in the garage). I didn't want to take it further here and though I might have stayed long enough to miss a meeting we definitely left craving a lot more. As a thank you for her giving me her panties I took off my necktie and told her to be naughty with it.

Due to scheduling conflicts (and her life as a mom) we couldn't meet up for a month or so but would sext constantly and she would send me pictures of her topless wearing just the tie (think of the Jennifer Aniston GQ cover) or wearing it as a belt with only the thick part of the tie providing modesty between her legs, or she once sent me a picture of it hanging on her bedpost. She would send me photos of her in her bathroom at work with her hand down her skirt, her wedding ring shining. Her husband would message me too and comment on how wired she'd been, that she couldn't sit still. It was a thrilling couple of weeks.

Finally they had a Friday night where the kids were staying with friends and both were free. She invited me to their house and said her hubby was going to be at a bar as she'd be too nervous with him around initially (I did message him to make sure it was cool). It was a perfect early fall sunset and she and I cuddled up on their outdoor couch (no neighbors could see), her sipping a glass of wine as she half sat on my lap and we chatted a little about how they got into this (they thought they'd be swingers but realized hotwifing was what they really wanted). We had all night so we weren't in a rush as we kissed softly on the lips. It was actually a touch romantic as I held her and we watched the sun setting—she'd look back and kiss my chin and neck every few minutes, until one time she kissed the right spot and I let out a sigh and she turned her body into me and started kissing with a bit more aggressiveness, her tongue on my neck just before her lips would press against me. I could feel her breath against my skin; with that I started breathing heavy and, like in the car before, she started massaging my bulge through my jeans. It was time to go inside.

She led me to a guest bedroom where she had candles, a plate of different types of nuts, water bottles, towels, and a CD player with soft music (I hadn't seen a CD player in like 10 years) that she turned on. It was a very mom type of move to be so prepared and was actually very hot—that she wanted this to go well and planned ahead. She actually said she hoped I liked the nuts she bought which...I mean...was really cute and sexy that she was worried about that type of detail when I had not the slightest opinion about her appetizer selection.

It was starting to get dark out when I pushed her against the wall--both totally on fire as our lips met again, her arms around my neck and my hands gripping her ass through the fabric of her pants. She turned us around and forced me against the wall, kissed me a bit longer, then stepped back and began to strip. Under her pants and blouse she had on a black teddy: not crazy dirty lingerie with nipple cut-outs, but a standard, quasi-lace teddy that would pass in a PG-13 movie...and that made it actually sexier, that she was a wife and mom who was sweet and sexy but not this wild, experienced nympho (not that there's anything wrong with that, just isn't my type). It did show off her hard-earned flat stomach and the thong rode high to define her amazing soft ass.

She undressed me without any assitance and got on her knees and sucked my cock–and she was very, very good, looking into my eyes with determination and satisfaction, loudly slurping as she'd change to kiss up and down the shaft; then we went to the bed and I laid her on her back, kissing all over her body and pulling her teddy off her shoulders and then off of her altogether, my lips on her collarbone, across her chest, kissing and teasing and sucking her nipples as she arched and ran her hand in my hair, kissed down her stomach...until she was basically like please just fuck me (I don't know if this entirely is true, but in my experience, at least the wives I've been with, the husbands go down on them a lot but don't...actually...fuck...them. Like, hard, consistent, aggressive, athletic, taking control for 15-20 minute fucks with different positions and not a ton of romance; so they're always more anxious to get to the sex rather than have me go down on them, and they can be rather vocal about wanting it hard). So...I did fuck her, in the manner I mentioned in the previous sentence. Her first orgasm came quickly with me on top, and then she had 2 more later while she was on top and I pumped up into her, holding her hips steady. I got on top again and pinned her down my the arms until I pulled out, took off my condom, and she stroked my load onto her stomach.

We cleaned up a little, actually making use of the towels, drinking all the water, and eating the nuts (good planning by her!). She went upstairs "to get us more water" and when she came back down she was still nude but wearing my necktie, which led to had sex again for another 15-20 minutes or so (this time less aggresive, more grinding and rocking), until she came again and then I did again a minutes later, again on her stomach.

We started to cuddle a bit and she told me more about her and her husband and how they met and their life and since she brought him up I asked if her husband was okay being at the bar so long (it had been over an hour since I arrived). She said how badly he wanted to watch so I said it was fine with me if he did. She was kind of giddy at that and called him and he said he'd be right home.

When he hung up we started making out and fooling around and soon I heard the front door open and him coming down the stairs. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was bouncing up and down on my cock when he opened the door. Right as he did it was like a switch flipped in her—"don't come in. stay in the doorway and watch like a good cuck." She started talking to him about how I was fucking her like a real man and just generally demeaning him—I looked over at the door and he was fully dressed except for his zipper down and was stroking. It was wild because she had been nothing but sweet the entire time and now was talking down to him and he loved it (btw, he wasn't a weak dude, he was a bit shorter than me but was a man's man type). I don't remember why or how but after a few minutes she told him to stay in the hallway and close the door. As soon as he did she started grinding really aggressively and came quickly.

I could see by the shadow that he was sitting against the door listening and had an idea. I stood up with her still on me and carried her over to the door and started fucking her against the door. After a while we turned her around and I fucked her from behind against the door. She knew he was on the other side and started saying loudly to him how he could now hear and feel her getting fucked "by a young stud". Asking if he could hear it and feel it and he'd answer back he could. Really hot moment.

I don't remember a ton about what happened next, but I do remember after she came again we calmed down a bit and she told him to wait upstairs in their bedroom. Then at one point later we were cuddling and talking about her toy and she wanted to show it to me so she yelled "cuck!" in a demeaning way and he ran downstairs and came in and she told him to go up and get her toy. He came back, was really happy as he came into the room to give it to her and then I could see him slump a little when she took the toy and said something like "cuck, go back and wait in our room."

We played around and flirted a bit more and I was hard again and she told me she really did want to give me a blow job and make me cum, that she would be good at it...which...was sexy as hell. So I laid down and she did and I did, for the third time that night, this time in her mouth and she swallowed and cleaned me up.

We got dressed and kissed goodbye at the stairs (not in the front room because a neighbor could possibly have seen). I left and we weren't able to meet up again for a few more months--wherein the three of us met at a hotel and things got very, very naughty (I can post about that if there's interest).

[pixmangurn]

VERY interested! Would love to hear more about your adventures!

[isinlarsa]

This seems to be the most appropriate sub to post this... hubbies often write me with justified curiosity about how I became a bull or my perspective, etc. and though usually perspective or advice questions are pretty specific (which I enjoy answering), I figured I'd post some experiences I've had for you husbands and wives--both wannabes and the experienced--to read through and process. I'll start with my first "bull" experience and then if there's interest jump back to some younger experiences with older women (which maybe set me up to bull?) or jump ahead to some of the hotter experiences I've had as a bull (interestingly, the wives and couples I've enjoyed the most have been ones who initially reached out to me on this site, or than any other app or meeting IRL). So without further ado, here was my first bull experience…

A few years post-graduation I moved to Seattle and, not knowing anyone here, would casually hang out with a single woman I worked with – no sex or sexual tension (at least not from me, I later heard she might have felt some) – going to dinners, movies, parties, hikes, etc. I became her +1 at dinner parties, and it was there I first met a sweet, curvy, bubbly outgoing cheerleader-coach type and her hubby, a Christian pastor from just outside of the city.

I had zero awareness of what hotwives were or really about swinging or what a bull was, a cuck, a stag, or any of that and again felt no sexual tension with this couple at all. So when after running into them at a handful of dinner parties and they invited me over for dinner the following week I really did not want to go; I actually thought they were inviting me to proselytize (which growing up around Christians I knew that script already). There was also an NBA playoff game on that night so I begrudgingly accepted the invite, not really wanting to go and having no idea what was about to happen.

When I arrived we started chatting and I sat on the couch with her next to me and he in a lay-z-boy type chair. The conversation did get a little flirty and she would brush her hand against me to make a point or to emphasize or sympathize within the context of the conversation (which I did think was... interesting), and he didn't seem to mind. After a bit (maybe an hour?) she scooted closer to me and at one point laid her head on my shoulder for a second. We made eye contact and then just... kissed. Within seconds she was on my lap and I heard him say "that's hot you guys" or something like that. I ended up fucking her on the couch and looked over and saw him stroking (this mature pastor stroking while I bent his wife over the couch).

I still don't really know how they picked up the scent that I'd be into it, and it turned out I definitely was far from the first guy he'd watched her with (though I think it was usually guys their age rather than someone almost half their age). We would joke they groomed me, but it really is kind of true.

They were really fun but I realized I enjoyed newbies and/or non-lifestyle types, couples who wouldn't ever be confused with swingers and weren't jaded, who were the wife next door mom or business-woman types but that had really naughty itches that needed scratching. Kind of like how I'm just a normal guy next door with a kink about wives--so we only lasted a few months, but it was a fun and educational few months.

Was the pastor name Jerry Falwell Jr.; or is it common for pastors to share their wives? Still, there is a spice of the forbidden fruit of a pastor's wife.

[Oneillfranko]

Very interested. You write really well.

[Yourfirstbull]

This seems to be the most appropriate sub to post this... hubbies often write me with justified curiosity about how I became a bull or my perspective, etc. and though usually perspective or advice questions are pretty specific (which I enjoy answering), I figured I'd post some experiences I've had for you husbands and wives--both wannabes and the experienced--to read through and process. I'll start with my first "bull" experience and then if there's interest jump back to some younger experiences with older women (which maybe set me up to bull?) or jump ahead to some of the hotter experiences I've had as a bull (interestingly, the wives and couples I've enjoyed the most have been ones who initially reached out to me on this site, or than any other app or meeting IRL). So without further ado, here was my first bull experience…

A few years post-graduation I moved to Seattle and, not knowing anyone here, would casually hang out with a single woman I worked with – no sex or sexual tension (at least not from me, I later heard she might have felt some) – going to dinners, movies, parties, hikes, etc. I became her +1 at dinner parties, and it was there I first met a sweet, curvy, bubbly outgoing cheerleader-coach type and her hubby, a Christian pastor from just outside of the city.

I had zero awareness of what hotwives were or really about swinging or what a bull was, a cuck, a stag, or any of that and again felt no sexual tension with this couple at all. So when after running into them at a handful of dinner parties and they invited me over for dinner the following week I really did not want to go; I actually thought they were inviting me to proselytize (which growing up around Christians I knew that script already). There was also an NBA playoff game on that night so I begrudgingly accepted the invite, not really wanting to go and having no idea what was about to happen.

When I arrived we started chatting and I sat on the couch with her next to me and he in a lay-z-boy type chair. The conversation did get a little flirty and she would brush her hand against me to make a point or to emphasize or sympathize within the context of the conversation (which I did think was... interesting), and he didn't seem to mind. After a bit (maybe an hour?) she scooted closer to me and at one point laid her head on my shoulder for a second. We made eye contact and then just... kissed. Within seconds she was on my lap and I heard him say "that's hot you guys" or something like that. I ended up fucking her on the couch and looked over and saw him stroking (this mature pastor stroking while I bent his wife over the couch).

I still don't really know how they picked up the scent that I'd be into it, and it turned out I definitely was far from the first guy he'd watched her with (though I think it was usually guys their age rather than someone almost half their age). We would joke they groomed me, but it really is kind of true.

They were really fun but I realized I enjoyed newbies and/or non-lifestyle types, couples who wouldn't ever be confused with swingers and weren't jaded, who were the wife next door mom or business-woman types but that had really naughty itches that needed scratching. Kind of like how I'm just a normal guy next door with a kink about wives--so we only lasted a few months, but it was a fun and educational few months.

Was the pastor name Jerry Falwell Jr.; or is it common for pastors to share their wives? Still, there is a spice of the forbidden fruit of a pastor's wife.

Ha--no, but when that news came out it definitely had some parallels.

[isinlarsa]

This seems to be the most appropriate sub to post this... hubbies often write me with justified curiosity about how I became a bull or my perspective, etc. and though usually perspective or advice questions are pretty specific (which I enjoy answering), I figured I'd post some experiences I've had for you husbands and wives--both wannabes and the experienced--to read through and process. I'll start with my first "bull" experience and then if there's interest jump back to some younger experiences with older women (which maybe set me up to bull?) or jump ahead to some of the hotter experiences I've had as a bull (interestingly, the wives and couples I've enjoyed the most have been ones who initially reached out to me on this site, or than any other app or meeting IRL). So without further ado, here was my first bull experience…

A few years post-graduation I moved to Seattle and, not knowing anyone here, would casually hang out with a single woman I worked with – no sex or sexual tension (at least not from me, I later heard she might have felt some) – going to dinners, movies, parties, hikes, etc. I became her +1 at dinner parties, and it was there I first met a sweet, curvy, bubbly outgoing cheerleader-coach type and her hubby, a Christian pastor from just outside of the city.

I had zero awareness of what hotwives were or really about swinging or what a bull was, a cuck, a stag, or any of that and again felt no sexual tension with this couple at all. So when after running into them at a handful of dinner parties and they invited me over for dinner the following week I really did not want to go; I actually thought they were inviting me to proselytize (which growing up around Christians I knew that script already). There was also an NBA playoff game on that night so I begrudgingly accepted the invite, not really wanting to go and having no idea what was about to happen.

When I arrived we started chatting and I sat on the couch with her next to me and he in a lay-z-boy type chair. The conversation did get a little flirty and she would brush her hand against me to make a point or to emphasize or sympathize within the context of the conversation (which I did think was... interesting), and he didn't seem to mind. After a bit (maybe an hour?) she scooted closer to me and at one point laid her head on my shoulder for a second. We made eye contact and then just... kissed. Within seconds she was on my lap and I heard him say "that's hot you guys" or something like that. I ended up fucking her on the couch and looked over and saw him stroking (this mature pastor stroking while I bent his wife over the couch).

I still don't really know how they picked up the scent that I'd be into it, and it turned out I definitely was far from the first guy he'd watched her with (though I think it was usually guys their age rather than someone almost half their age). We would joke they groomed me, but it really is kind of true.

They were really fun but I realized I enjoyed newbies and/or non-lifestyle types, couples who wouldn't ever be confused with swingers and weren't jaded, who were the wife next door mom or business-woman types but that had really naughty itches that needed scratching. Kind of like how I'm just a normal guy next door with a kink about wives--so we only lasted a few months, but it was a fun and educational few months.

Was the pastor name Jerry Falwell Jr.; or is it common for pastors to share their wives? Still, there is a spice of the forbidden fruit of a pastor's wife.

Ha--no, but when that news came out it definitely had some parallels.

I figured it wasn't but I just couldn't resist the comparison. Still, I think it would add a bit of a thrill of the taboo to fuck a pastor's wife in front of him.

[Yourfirstbull]

This seems to be the most appropriate sub to post this... hubbies often write me with justified curiosity about how I became a bull or my perspective, etc. and though usually perspective or advice questions are pretty specific (which I enjoy answering), I figured I'd post some experiences I've had for you husbands and wives--both wannabes and the experienced--to read through and process. I'll start with my first "bull" experience and then if there's interest jump back to some younger experiences with older women (which maybe set me up to bull?) or jump ahead to some of the hotter experiences I've had as a bull (interestingly, the wives and couples I've enjoyed the most have been ones who initially reached out to me on this site, or than any other app or meeting IRL). So without further ado, here was my first bull experience…

A few years post-graduation I moved to Seattle and, not knowing anyone here, would casually hang out with a single woman I worked with – no sex or sexual tension (at least not from me, I later heard she might have felt some) – going to dinners, movies, parties, hikes, etc. I became her +1 at dinner parties, and it was there I first met a sweet, curvy, bubbly outgoing cheerleader-coach type and her hubby, a Christian pastor from just outside of the city.

I had zero awareness of what hotwives were or really about swinging or what a bull was, a cuck, a stag, or any of that and again felt no sexual tension with this couple at all. So when after running into them at a handful of dinner parties and they invited me over for dinner the following week I really did not want to go; I actually thought they were inviting me to proselytize (which growing up around Christians I knew that script already). There was also an NBA playoff game on that night so I begrudgingly accepted the invite, not really wanting to go and having no idea what was about to happen.

When I arrived we started chatting and I sat on the couch with her next to me and he in a lay-z-boy type chair. The conversation did get a little flirty and she would brush her hand against me to make a point or to emphasize or sympathize within the context of the conversation (which I did think was... interesting), and he didn't seem to mind. After a bit (maybe an hour?) she scooted closer to me and at one point laid her head on my shoulder for a second. We made eye contact and then just... kissed. Within seconds she was on my lap and I heard him say "that's hot you guys" or something like that. I ended up fucking her on the couch and looked over and saw him stroking (this mature pastor stroking while I bent his wife over the couch).

I still don't really know how they picked up the scent that I'd be into it, and it turned out I definitely was far from the first guy he'd watched her with (though I think it was usually guys their age rather than someone almost half their age). We would joke they groomed me, but it really is kind of true.

They were really fun but I realized I enjoyed newbies and/or non-lifestyle types, couples who wouldn't ever be confused with swingers and weren't jaded, who were the wife next door mom or business-woman types but that had really naughty itches that needed scratching. Kind of like how I'm just a normal guy next door with a kink about wives--so we only lasted a few months, but it was a fun and educational few months.

Was the pastor name Jerry Falwell Jr.; or is it common for pastors to share their wives? Still, there is a spice of the forbidden fruit of a pastor's wife.

Ha--no, but when that news came out it definitely had some parallels.

I figured it wasn't but I just couldn't resist the comparison. Still, I think it would add a bit of a thrill of the taboo to fuck a pastor's wife in front of him.

It absolutely was – and I don't know if that's what has made the taboo particularly thrilling for me as I've been with wives since, or if I would have liked that anyway, but definitely that element of "she shouldn't be doing this because she's married" is a sexy, naughty undercurrent.

[isinlarsa]

Was the pastor name Jerry Falwell Jr.; or is it common for pastors to share their wives? Still, there is a spice of the forbidden fruit of a pastor's wife.

Ha--no, but when that news came out it definitely had some parallels.

I figured it wasn't but I just couldn't resist the comparison. Still, I think it would add a bit of a thrill of the taboo to fuck a pastor's wife in front of him.

It absolutely was – and I don't know if that's what has made the taboo particularly thrilling for me as I've been with wives since, or if I would have liked that anyway, but definitely that element of "she shouldn't be doing this because she's married" is a sexy, naughty undercurrent.

Yes, the taboo of fucking a married woman is thrilling because she's supposed to belong and be faithful to her husband. That thrill is enhanced when her husband knows, and perhaps is even watching. For him to be a "man of God" and he's watching you fuck his wife is the epitome of cucking a husband.

It might be fun to fuck a pastor's wife on Saturday night and then attend his service on Sunday morning to hear him preach on sin.

[Yourfirstbull]

Ha--no, but when that news came out it definitely had some parallels.

I figured it wasn't but I just couldn't resist the comparison. Still, I think it would add a bit of a thrill of the taboo to fuck a pastor's wife in front of him.

It absolutely was – and I don't know if that's what has made the taboo particularly thrilling for me as I've been with wives since, or if I would have liked that anyway, but definitely that element of "she shouldn't be doing this because she's married" is a sexy, naughty undercurrent.

Yes, the taboo of fucking a married woman is thrilling because she's supposed to belong and be faithful to her husband. That thrill is enhanced when her husband knows, and perhaps is even watching. For him to be a "man of God" and he's watching you fuck his wife is the epitome of cucking a husband.

It might be fun to fuck a pastor's wife on Saturday night and then attend his service on Sunday morning to hear him preach on sin.

And that dichotomy is why I'm into the wife/mom next-door type more so than swingers. That mix of pious and naughty.

[isinlarsa]

I figured it wasn't but I just couldn't resist the comparison. Still, I think it would add a bit of a thrill of the taboo to fuck a pastor's wife in front of him.

It absolutely was – and I don't know if that's what has made the taboo particularly thrilling for me as I've been with wives since, or if I would have liked that anyway, but definitely that element of "she shouldn't be doing this because she's married" is a sexy, naughty undercurrent.
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Yes, the taboo of fucking a married woman is thrilling because she's supposed to belong and be faithful to her husband. That thrill is enhanced when her husband knows, and perhaps is even watching. For him to be a "man of God" and he's watching you fuck his wife is the epitome of cucking a husband.

It might be fun to fuck a pastor's wife on Saturday night and then attend his service on Sunday morning to hear him preach on sin.

And that dichotomy is why I'm into the wife/mom next-door type more so than swingers. That mix of pious and naughty.

Yes, the soccer mom who no one would suspect of having a naughty side. There's so much more pleasure in laying her -- especially if her husband is rubbing his cock while she's fucked.

[Yourfirstbull]

It's been a few years since I posted any updates, but I was thinking recently of one of the more "is this real?" moments during my "bull"-dom (I know some hate the word bull, just using common parlance)...despite having played with married women for quite a while (as I've posted previously), there are still things that occur that almost seem out-of-body—things that seem so out of the realm of possibility, I still have to remind myself it did happen exactly like this (though I do change names). This one happened on a sunny weekday morning and I was at Claire's front door in a quiet, woodsy neighborhood. I could hear birds chirping and a truck somewhere beeping as I rang the doorbell. I heard soft steps coming toward the door, a pause, and then there she was—wearing jeans and a pink-and-black corset top that looked completely out of place for a weekday afternoon, the juxtaposition heightening the sexiness of the moment. She was 5'4", late 40's, curvy, with tawny skin, curly hair, and an outgoing personality—I'd only been with her a handful of times, and though I didn't know her well we had a cute, flirty connection that had led to fun sex (though I could sense once the newness wore off probably our hot connection would too). She and her husband were a little more "lifestyle" than I usually preferred, but the first threesome I'd had with her and another hotwife was such a memorable experience (at one point I was laying on the bed nude while Claire and the other wife—a district court judge—played paper rock scissors to see who got to ride me first) that I couldn't pass up her latest offer: she had invited me to fuck her and a wife who hadn't been with anyone but her own husband in over 30 years.

Standing near the kitchen island was Susan. In her mid 60s, Susan's hair was in contrast to the rest of her—it was totally white, thick and full to her shoulders, framing a young looking face and shy but enthusiastic personality. In another contrast, she wore a simple flowy navy cotton dress that, as I'd later learn, hid a white lace lingerie set she'd picked out for the afternoon. I couldn't tell at the time because of the generous cut of the dress, but she was mostly fit with big tits and a soft, wide ass.

Claire and Susan had met online a month earlier. What started as a few messages about Claire and her husband's experience—and Susan's lack of—turned into regular conversations, and eventually Claire mentioned me. Susan's story was a little new for me: a long marriage where the passion and appetite from her husband had been dead for years, and he had actually suggested she might be happier if she partook in her own fun (in my experience usually the husband takes a lead role in finding a third, which turns him on as a stag/cuck; though sometimes it is the hotwife leading, but more...aggressively).

"I still can't believe I'm actually here," Susan said when we hugged. The hug lingered, so to break the ice I took a chance and kissed her—which was sexy and chaste at the same time, with Claire watching us. No tongue, but a long moment of our bodies and lips together.

We stood around Claire's small kitchen island and talked for quite a while before anything else happened. I made sure not to be closer to Claire than Susan, so Susan wouldn't feel like a third wheel. Despite her nerves, and although she appeared conservative in her looks, Susan was making double entendres and suggestive jokes with almost every word she uttered. Since she knew about the origins of Claire's playing, she asked me questions about how I first started playing, which began after essentially being seduced by a pastor's wife on their living room couch while he watched from his chair (I've posted about the night). Ever so often during our conversation, I'd glance out the kitchen window just to notice again the contrast in our conversation with the world outside: sunshine filtered through the trees while someone cut their grass, and I could hear cars passing by the neighborhood's main road. It was just another weekday afternoon in suburbia. Inside this kitchen, though, Susan was about to explore a side of herself she'd wondered about for decades.

I didn't push the conversation and neither did Claire—I think we both sensed that we should move at Susan's pace—but Susan charged that pace forward when she dropped the suggestiveness and said, bluntly, "by the way Jake, I made whipped cream for your cock..."

In the days leading up to our meeting we'd had a group chat going and she'd mentioned how she'd once seen a video of women licking whipped cream off of a stripper and how it had turned her on. I came to learn later that her actually making the whipped cream herself was very on-brand for her while also being another example of her dichotomies: a suburban, mom-next-door type who was an empty-nester living now in a high-rise condo downtown overlooking the two pro stadiums (where she and her husband had season tickets). If they weren't attending sporting events they were either visiting their three grown children's families in SoCal, or flying off to a high-end resort somewhere in the southwest. If, by chance, they weren't doing one of those three things, she was probably in her kitchen baking—thus her knowledge (and interest?) in making her own whipped cream for this occasion (after this first introduction I began to drop by her condo for a long lunch a few times a month, and quite a few times she'd sit me on her couch and give me a pastry or homemade bread while she pulled down my pants and CKs and sucked my cock like it was her treat...but I'll have to tell about our individual play another time. I should mention she would always, without fail, be in full lingerie, even when I told her she didn't have to be).

With that mention of whipped cream, I slid my arm around her lower back (feeling her ass for the first time) and kissed her again on the mouth. This kiss was the furthest thing from chaste. It was like a weight had been lifted off her as she let a muffled moan escape into my mouth and leaned into me. On cue, Claire came to her other side and slid an arm around her too. After a minute we broke our kiss and she turned to Claire and they kissed (Susan's first kiss of a woman). I was throbbing and could have taken Susan right there over the island, but instead let my tongue run on Susan's neck. When their kiss broke Claire and I went in for a kiss as Susan watched. Claire is a very sloppy, passionate kisser so her tongue was all over me and I reached my hand up to her neck and pressed back hard. When we broke we were both breathing heavy.

In the next instant we were in Claire's bedroom, Susan unbuttoning my shirt as we made out—her big covered tits pressed against my chest—as Claire undid my belt while kissing my stomach. I reached my hand down to feel under Susan's dress, cupping her big ass and realizing at that moment she had a garter with her panties—then Claire and I became an audience as she stepped back and pulled the dress over her head, revealing a slightly too-small lingerie set (the smallness making her set sexier and lewder—her hips and tits spilled out of the white fabric, her nipples visible and hard against the clear fabric of her bra, her thick landing strip visible against the same material of her panties).

Claire pulled off the rest of my clothes and I sat on the bed while she scooted up to take my cock in her mouth and I made out with Susan. Claire proudly showed off her amazing skills, squeezing me as she sucked on the head, then licking the length of my shaft, then loudly deepthroating as far as she could go, forcing her mouth to take me. Then they had me lay down on the bed and sucked cock together, kissing when their lips met at the head. Claire held the shaft as Susan tentatively put her mouth on me with a touch of shyness. Claire said a few words to Susan that were complimentary to me and then Susan slowly tried to deepthroat as well. She couldn't go nearly as deep, but still her breath and wet mouth had me throbbing. Claire stood up and pulled down her jeans while Susan went solo, making out with the head of my cock. After a while (I remember how absolutely wet and glistening the shaft of my cock was with their saliva), Claire looked at Susan and asked "are you ready?" to which Susan replied she was very much ready.

I stood up and Claire sat at the top of the bed, with only her corset on as she watched Susan and I make out again. I let my hand trail between Susan's legs and pushed her panties to the side, running my fingers through her thick pubic hair, then lower to feel how absolutely soaked she was. We worked together to get her panties off, but left on the heels, garter, thigh-highs, and bra. I guided her to lay back on the bed, with her head on Claire's lap. I held her ankles high in my hands and turned my attention to these two mature faces in front of me—with looks of anticipation in their faces I will never forget. I decided to take my time, and kissed the top of Susan's smooth legs, watching Claire lean over and make out with her as I did. I rested my cock against Susan's landing strip (Claire had told her I found landing strips hot so she shaved it that way for me, which actually is not an uncommon action with hotwives), then thumped her with it a few times. I rubbed my head against her clit, teasing her as Claire gave her soft kisses. Claire reached down Susan's body and rubbed my stomach and then cock (I noticed as she did her forearm rubbed against Susan's nipples, freed from her pulled down bra), then leaned back up, grabbed a condom from her nightstand, opened it, and reached back down to put it on me. Once I was covered, Claire guide me into Susan...who proceeded to have the fastest orgasm I've ever witnessed (I later learned that she could reach orgasm with surprising speed—once when I visited her she was sucking my cock in her the entrance and within 30 seconds of her door closing had her own hands-free orgasm just from that).

I gave Susan little chance to recover before I started slowly working my cock back and forth, noticing Claire's eyes fixed on where my cock disappeared into Susan's pussy. After a bit of that I began to pick up the pace, my eyes now fixated on how Susan's tits bounced wildly with every pump (and how big her pink nipples really were, surely from the breast-feeding of her now-adult children). Claire noticed Susan's tits too and held them in her hands, her fingers brushing the hard nipples. Susan was now sweating, and surprisingly vocal—not words, just loud moans and howls—being willingly used between the two of us as a playtoy. I leaned over and kissed Claire as I pumped into Susan, the angle causing Susan to cum again, this time squirting a little bit (her pussy involuntarily pushing as she did and me forcing her not to push it out of her), which caused one issue, which was I felt like I was getting close to cumming myself—despite the condom.

Thus, I pulled out and flipped Susan around. As if she'd been taken in this position daily she instantly went ass up with her face low, initially in Claire's stomach until Claire adjusted and greedily guided Susan between her legs—pushily putting her hand on the back of Susan's head and forcing her face against Claire's wetness. I was just pushing my cock back in Susan when Claire ordered her "lick it, slut." And lick it Susan did, not with much skill but a ton of enthusiasm, a 10-second frenzy that was only stopped when I did push into her, eliciting a quick loud moan followed by her pumping her hips back and forth on my hard cock—I just paused like that for a bit, letter her bounce against me as her toy, watching how Claire used both hands to touch herself right in front of Susan's face. Claire has a touch of sadist in her (thus the forcing Susan's head down and "slut" order earlier, both of which were surprises to me), and to this day I'm not sure if she planned this or not (I suspect she did in a power move), but not too long after Claire began touching herself she bucked her hips up and squirted right in Susan's face—a lot, soaking her and the sheets under her chin. I actually didn't slow down fucking Susan, but the thought did cross my mind that that might have been a step too far—it's one thing to humble or humiliate when you're one on one, or when the hubby is in the room (or humiliate a hubby in front of his wife), but even then when I'm doing that it's almost always with the idea that the humiliation is a turn-on for the wife, but this seemed so sudden, was in front of me who Susan didn't really know, and seemed so...mean...that it took me a few seconds to process hearing Susan gutturally respond with "yes, yes give it to me, soak me, use me".

So use her we did, as I pumped into her rougher than before and Claire held Susan's mouth to her pussy, not really letting her lick it but just surrounding her lips and face with her womanhood. Before long Susan arched up, freeing her mouth and just yelled "close", and then two seconds later, even louder "close", almost instantly followed by a loud yell as she came. Though she didn't squirt,I looked down and noticed cream all over my cock, then after she seemed to have ridden the wave of her orgasm completely I pulled out.

Claire scooted over from under Susan and presented me now with her body. I reached down to take off the condom but Claire said "leave it" and I did (again, she was a bit more lifestyle than I prefer, I would definitely switch condoms—but it was hot to know she was about to have Susan's juices pushed deep in her via my cock).

Susan collapsed to rest her head on Claire's large boob, wherein again Claire guided Susan's head until her mouth was resting on Claire's nipple. Despite seeming spent for the moment, Susan opened her mouth to took the brown nipple between her lips, sucking almost as a way to gently come down off the high she'd just experienced. The subdued nature of her post-orgasm bliss could not have been more different than what Claire and I were engaging in, as her legs wrapped around me and I fucked her hard, my thighs loud against her ass with each thrust. This went on for quite a while, until Susan took her mouth off of Claire's nipple and then scooted up to kiss Claire's neck, her tongue and lips gliding while her ivory arm draped across Claire's dark body. I slowed to steady pace to watch, and when Susan eventually withdrew her lips, I leaned down and we greedily made out.

I was making out with Susan as I pumped into Claire, her hands on my back and little grunts escaping from her mouth into my ear. I heard her say something and then she came, pulsing a bit until I felt a waterfall of squirt soak me, where for a few seconds it felt like droplets were rolling down my stomach and off my balls. The insane combination of factors happening in the moment just drove me over the edge and after 15 minutes of fairly aggressive sex with two married women I could tell I was about to cum.

I raised up, pulled out and pulled off my condom—Claire reaching down to jack me off as she stuck out her tongue encouraging my load to shoot up to her. It didn't quite get that far, instead coating her stomach and shooting across her tits, one spurt covering the nipple that Susan had just been sucking on. It was an orgasm where I could almost feel my body draining with each wave, leaving Claire an absolute mess as Susan watched—her expression now in awe.

As I started to calm down Claire giggled and, still holding my cock, reached her other hand to Susan's jaw and guided her in for a kiss. I thought she might be about to make Susan lick her clean, but she didn't—instead scooting over and grabbing a bedside washcloth. While she did, I laid between them and Susan and I watched Claire clean herself. Once finished, the three of us cuddled together, Claire's leg over me and over Susan, Susan pressed tight against my left chest. We rested, we made out, we recovered for round two, when the whipped cream came out...