Watching A Bull Breed My Shy Wife

**Mark enjoys finding men to have fun with his shy, horny, MILF wife before he reclaims her.**


My wife, Melissa, was a conservative and shy lady. She wouldn’t openly flirt for attention, despite her desires. Most of the time, it was me who provoked an interaction.

What did I mean by that?

Well, we’ve been together for a long time, and one of our shared kinks was the idea of her playing with other men. She had done it before. But despite that, she still remained, at the core, a reserved individual. I’m not a psychologist, so I couldn’t tell you why she was wired that way. The only thing that mattered was that I did everything I could to help her.

I’m a big believer in nurturing my wife’s self-confidence and sexuality.

One way for me to do this was to buy my wife a pretty dress and do a photo shoot. She felt awkward when we first started, but eventually, she learned to enjoy the experience.

This one occasion, I bought her a summer dress that accentuated her big, juicy breasts and the skirt stopped shorter than Melissa was usually comfortable with. I talked her into trying it on and convinced her how beautiful she looked in it.

And then we indulged in our ritual.

We went to the local park, armed with a camera. It was early autumn, so the residual heat was still around, which made it pleasant for an evening stroll.

I shot a few pics, asking her to take various poses. I insisted on her not wearing a bra so her juicy nipples poked through the material of her dress. Melissa was aware of it, too, and as innocuous as it seemed, I knew how other guys staring at her sexy body was both nourishing her self-confidence and turning her on.

We walked around the park searching for places to take more pictures.

We passed by a jungle gym. It was one of those local council initiatives to encourage residents to exercise, even if you couldn’t afford a gym membership. There, a couple of guys were working out.

Melissa stopped in her tracks, watching them at it. I followed her eye, and to my surprise, she kept an eye on the smaller guy. He couldn’t have been more than five-foot-six.

It was peculiar, because I knew my wife, and her preference was for guys who were taller than her.

He was small framed but ripped like a beast. I licked my lips as the familiar tendrils of jealousy coursed through me.

“What are they doing?”

“Body-weight exercises,” I explained.

We stared as the guy gripped a metal pole and literally raised himself until his entire body was horizontal.

Melissa watched for a moment, mesmerised.

“Is that hard?”

“I think so.”

“Look at him, he’s so… muscular. Don’t you usually lift weights to get big?”

“Not sure. I’m not an expert. Why don’t you ask him?”

“What? No way.”

I smiled and shook my head — I knew she wanted to talk to him, but her shyness held her back.

I took a few pictures of trees nearby, just so we didn’t look like a pair of weirdos standing there staring at them. The guy seemed to have finished his routine. He pulled out an air bud, tapped his buddy on the shoulder, said something and took a drink from a bottle next to his duffel bag. My wife was watching him, probably admiring his sweaty body.

I was enjoying the situation. There was something darkly delicious about my wife desiring another man.

I didn’t think too much of it at the time. I pegged him as somewhere in his early twenties. We were almost twice his age.

He walked past us, and I figured, fuck it.

“Hey, my wife has a question.”

He turned to us, half smiling and half on guard. I couldn’t blame him, it was random as fuck.

Melissa, clearly put on the spot, just stood there at a loss for words.

“We are curious about your workout. It looked really tough. And impressive,” I said, trying to salvage the situation.

His smile got wider, and he started to relax, telling us about calisthenics or something. I peppered him with more questions just to get him talking. We introduced ourselves and he told us he was Brad.

Throughout the interaction, I could tell my wife was checking out his ripped body. He wore a T-shirt, but he was drenched in sweat, so the material clung to the sharp contours of his muscles.

I noticed he was into her. As we conversed, my wife became more talkative and his eyes wandered down to the deep valley of her cleavage. The sun was setting, and the temperature dropped, so he had an eyeful of her big, juicy nipples. Slowly, I contributed less and less to the conversation until it was mostly just those two talking. Once Melissa gets going, her flirtier side comes out. I wondered if he picked up on her fucking him with her gaze.

I figured we had kept him long enough, so I said, “It was nice chatting, but we’ve taken up too much of your time.”

Just then, he said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but your wife is beautiful.”

I flashed a glance at her, and she was turning beet red. “I appreciate the compliment. She thinks you’re a handsome young man, too. Don’t you?”

Melissa nodded shyly.

“I don’t know if you’re familiar, but we’re kinda in a special lifestyle.”

“What is that?”

“I enjoy sharing my wife with other men.”

He swallowed. “Wow, I never met couples like that before. I mean, I heard about swingers but you know, to meet them for real.”

I hooked my arm around Melissa, openly cupping her breast. She let me and he simply watched my hand. “You think you’d be interested in my wife?”

He blinked a few times. I love the reaction when I broach the question. To the uninitiated, most of the time, they think it has to be a trap of some sort. And then it’s a case of waiting to see if the prospective plaything has the balls to take up the offer. It’s a weird thing, but if you’re too full-on, it does scare some men away.

“I think… I think I’d like that, if Melissa is happy to.”

“Oh, I’m definitely happy to,” Melissa said.

“Would you guys like to come back to my place? It’s only a few minutes from here.”

Brad lived in a small apartment with a couple of other guys. Typical uni student or young professional bachelor pad.

As he opened the door and invited us in, I took in the place. It wasn’t too messy — but a typical man cave with focus on the essentials, which in this case was a massive flat screen television in front of a sofa.

One of his roommates was there watching TV.

We murmured a quick hello. Brad said he was going to show us something in his room.

We followed him to his bedroom, and I thought his flatmate must’ve thought we were either Brad’s parents or something else entirely.

We entered and then he closed the door behind him.

“Make yourself at home,” Brad said. Scratching his head. There was nowhere to sit, so Melissa sat on the edge of his bed. I was happy standing.

There was something strangely arousing about watching my wife being on another man’s bed. Even more so because he was a complete stranger.

“I’ve never been with an older woman before. You really are breathtaking.”

Brad sat beside her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Would you mind if I kissed your wife?”

“As long as Melissa doesn’t mind,” I smirked, trying to ignore my heart banging against my ribcage.

Their eyes met and suddenly the room was thick with tension. Brad leaned in and pressed his mouth on my wife’s lips. Melissa moaned as his kisses grew more forward, delving his tongue into her mouth.

I watched them kiss for a while. He became more confident, groping her tits and rubbing her nipples over the material of her dress as they made out.

My cock stiffened in my pants and my breathing grew laboured. Damn, next thing I knew, his hand drifted up her leg and under her skirt, caressing her thigh. I knew my wife wouldn’t hold out for long. I could tell she was aching for his touch, feel how soaking wet her cunt was for him.

Melissa caressed his chest, delighting in how rock solid his muscles were. I’d wager his body fat percentage was in the single digits.

I thought he was going to touch her pussy and make her cum right there. But then he pulled away.

“You guys mind if I take a quick shower?”

Melissa turned. She was breathless with need and her cheeks were flushed.

“Yeah, sure,” I said to him.

The minute Brad left, I jumped my wife. My hands shot out and grabbed her breasts, her nipples rock hard and grinding against my palms.

“W-what are you doing?” she moaned.

“Just touching you. I want to find out how aroused my slutty wife is for another man.”

She moaned again, and let me feel her.

My hand reached down between her legs, going up further than Brad did. Instinctively, Melissa opened her legs wider for me. I was desperate to touch her pussy. I loved feeling how hot and aroused she was, especially for another man.

Instead, I bit my lip and let my knuckles run over her slit.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “Touch me, Mark, please touch me.”

“No,” I said. “You’re going to wait for Brad like the good little slut you are. You like him, don’t you?”

Her hands gripped my wrist, desperately grinding her pussy against my knuckles, hoping to change my mind. “God, he’s so fucking perfect. So perfectly sculpted. I just knew I wanted him in me, the moment I laid my eyes on him.”

“You enjoy letting random men fuck you?”

“You know I do,” she breathed.

I cupped her face and indulged myself with a quick peck on her lips. I felt her hands over my erection and I almost, just almost, gave into my desires. “I can’t wait to see his cock inside you,” I whispered in her ear.

There was a knock at the door and Brad came back in.

He was wet from his shower, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I wondered what his flatmate outside was thinking.

He sat beside Melissa and started making out again. It wasn’t long before my wife tugged at the towel, pulling it off and revealing his dick.

Fuck. It was nice and big. It wasn’t pornstar big, but maybe it was more impressive because it seemed out of place on him. Such a small guy with a big package. I half expected him to be on the smaller side, for some reason.

Melissa must’ve had the same thought. She was pleasantly surprised.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she started milking him, twisting at the tip and making him moan. It must’ve been for about a minute, them kissing and him moaning out. Melissa then bent down and ran her tongue along his abdominal muscles.

My wife was getting hungry. She wanted to savour his body, devour him, but she was also making the most of it, taking her time with the rest of him before working her way down to his cock. She licked his abs, sucked on his nipples, which, from the way he reacted, he liked a lot. Then she slid down to his cock.

He sat on the edge of his bed and my wife got down on her knees.

“Fuck,” he hissed as my wife wrapped her lips over his crown, tasting his precum on her tongue.

I swallowed. I loved seeing my wife act like a slutty cocksucker. She loved doing it. Many times we’d start the day with my dick in her mouth.

Brad flung his head back as if he had whiplash. Melissa was easing his dick down into her throat.

“That’s it. You suck it like it’s the best dick you ever had,” I growled.

Melissa moaned at my words.

There she was, in some random guy’s room, sucking his cock. It was too fucking much.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I pulled mine out and started stroking, easing some of the pent up tension and making myself more frustrated at the same time.

“Get up,” Brad groaned suddenly. “Melissa, I have to have you, before I bust my nut.”

She nodded and climbed on the bed, lying down, waiting for it.

Brad reached for something in his bedside drawer, and when I saw it was a condom, I stopped him. “Don’t worry about that, she’s clean.”

“Y-you sure, bro?”

“Yeah, let’s give her a treat. Melissa likes nothing more than raw cock inside that naughty cunt of hers. Don’t you, honey?”

My wife moaned in response. She had her skirt pulled up and was touching her pussy over her panties. I gasped at the dark patch of dampness between her legs. God, how I longed to get down there and smell how aroused she was. She was like a bitch in heat.

I went over and peeled her panties off, watching a thick band of nectar come away with them.

Brad climbed on top of my wife and I watched as he held his cock and pressed it against the entrance of her pussy.

“Give it to me,” my wife begged.

With a low groan, Brad’s tip disappeared into her pussy and her started fucking her in missionary.

I gasped. My fingers gripped tight around my shaft, not daring to pleasure myself anymore, or else I’d cum right there. My male pride didn’t want this young buck to think I was a quick shot.

Melissa had her eyes closed, focused entirely on being filled by another man’s cock. Brad took his time, savouring the moment.

And when he bottomed out inside her, his balls resting against her ass, he pulled back and pushed into her again.

“Oh, God..!” Melissa cried out.

He fucked like that for a bit, the room loud with the sound of his cock raking her cunt. I moaned inwardly; the sloppy sounds of his balls slapping against her ass were music to my ears.

He then grabbed her ankles, lifting her feet up over her shoulders. He rammed his cock deep into her, possibly deeper than anyone else had ever been.

“Fuck, yes,” Melissa mewled. “Fuck me.”

Her hands reached out, her nails raking the taut, hard flesh of his sweat-shiny chest.

She must’ve climaxed at least three times. Three explosions, one after another. I could tell by the way she moaned and begged, while Brad worked his cock in and out of her. Jealousy washed over me — all the years I’ve been with my wife, I never made her cum multiple times with my dick.

After the third climax, Brad growled, “I want to fuck you from behind.”

He eased out of my wife and she weakly turned over, pushing her ass up for him.

God, what a fucking slut.

He grabbed her hips with one hand and with the other, he worked his cock into her tight pussy.

I watched in amazement as his tummy muscles tightened and flexed as he fucked my wife back and forth.

And her face… It was pristine, a mask of pure unfiltered bliss.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I got to the edge of the bed and pushed my tip against her lips. I missed, and I smeared precum along her cheek. Melissa opened her eyes and smiled at me, taking my cock in her mouth while he fucked her.

Hot, wet heat enveloped my cock, making me cry out. She tried to pleasure me, but it was sloppier than usual. In a way, that was even hotter, because the new cock in her was too good, making it hard for her to focus on pleasuring me.

Brad was like a pent up engine, building up in intensity. He drove into her harder and faster. I hissed now and then as her teeth occasionally grazed my dick.

It was fucking worth it, though. I fished out my phone, recording the moment. Brad looked at me, but didn’t tell me to stop filming. It was such a naughty thrill, watching my wife getting impaled from both sides like this…

“Oh fuck, baby,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum.”

Melissa moaned around my cock and all of a sudden, everything went tight around my cock. Her cheeks hollowed and I wrapped my fingers into her hair, trying to record the show and face-fuck her at the same time.

“Fuck!” I growled. “Keep it in your mouth, baby.”

My dick swelled, and my body turned molten gold as I unloaded my cum into my wife’s waiting mouth. She whimpered a little, but resisted the urge to swallow it down. I groaned again, my dick twitching and spurting more into her.

I steadied the camera and when I was done, eased my dick out of her mouth. As if by instinct, she opened her mouth wide, showing off the puddle of cum I left in her.

“God, that’s hot,” I mumbled.

She looked directly at the camera, closed her mouth, and swallowed. I watched as her throat bobbed, then she opened her mouth to show that she ate it all up like a good girl.

Brad cried out, bringing my attention back to him. I stepped back, trying to keep them both in the camera frame.

His entire body was taut with tension, like a loaded magnum. His fingers dug into her hips, marking her.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum..!” he groaned.

“Cum, give me your cum!” Melissa begged.

He drove in and out of her hard, trying to impale as much of himself into my wife as possible. With one last thrust, he drove himself deep into her and held her tight against him.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned as I watched Brad dump his cum into my woman.

Melissa buried her face into his bedsheets and reached under, teasing her clit and bringing herself to another orgasm as he ejaculated inside her.

Despite just cumming moments ago, I felt my cock twitch to life again.

My hand trembled as I recorded the scene.

“H-how was it?” I asked her.

“There’s so much inside me, I can feel it sloshing around in my pussy,” she whimpered.

“Fuck…”

“Take it out,” I said to Brad. “I wanna see it.”

He did as I asked, slowly.

As his engorged head eased out of my wife, thick globs of cum leaked out of her cunt and dripped onto the sheets. There was so fucking much.

“Spread it,” I said to my wife.

Her hand reached under, and she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, showing off her gaping pink hole. More cum leaked out, running over her fingers.

My cock was hard again, so I did what I had to do.

I shoved it into her slutty pussy.

“Fuck!” I cried out, feeling the hot gooey sensation of her freshly fucked cunt tighten around my dick. “Fucking slut,” I growled.

She moaned and her pussy tightened around me again. I loved how my shy, conservative wife enjoyed naughty, degrading talk.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, so I went at it full force, driving my hips hard into her. It was an amazing feeling, all tight and silky smooth around me.

“I’m cumming,” I groaned.

“Please,” she moaned.

I shot a hard load deep inside her, and I kept thrusting. Maybe a primitive part of me wanted to re-establish my dominance over her, remind her body of who she belonged to. I used my dick to stir my cum deep into her and hopefully wash out Brad’s.

Once I was done, I got off the bed. I was weak, but a part of me felt weird about resting on another man’s bed.

I grabbed my phone, still recording the scene.

“Turn around,” I said to my wife. “And come here, Brad.”

He did, and we stood side by side.

“Now clean us up.”

Melissa obeyed, first taking my dick into her mouth and using her tongue to work over my head. I winced a little, being sensitive from the post-climax. When she was done, she did the same thing for Brad.

“Yeah, clean us up,” I groaned into the camera.

She took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it slowly and gently until she cleaned up all of his cum. Then she smiled at him. “Hope you enjoyed your first mature woman experience.”

“Oh, I did,” he grinned. “But not just that, you guys are intense. This was one hell of an experience.”

As we were leaving, Brad’s flatmate was still watching TV in the living room.

He gave us a look like, holy shit, I know what you guys were doing.

Of course, a Milf in your roommate’s room for over an hour. Of course she was being fucked. That, and the fact that Melissa cried out multiple times. She was a loud, passionate lover.

I was tempted for him to join in on the fun. Brad had fucked her really well, so I wondered what two virile young bulls could do to her.

That was a thought for next time.

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