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"...The incredible first high for me was hearing her say “shush” followed by the incredibly hot and the immortal sounds of kissing, a belt being undone, a zipper being lowered, pants being opened, and the sound of pants being removed."
TEASE A BULL, GET THE HORN
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I have never been a jealous man. Rather, I’ve always dreamt of a women who enjoys expressing her sexual power and allure. I thought I’d found the perfect match when I met and married Judy. In bed, I’d praise her sexiness and she loved my adoration. In time, I ventured a bit in bed and once added, “I see the way my friend Phil looks at you and you know he’d love to have you.” As I spoke, Judy orgasmed and we both knew this had stuck a cord. Over months hence, I had Phil come over more and more often and each time Judy would increasingly dress nice for him. At some point, it began that I would unbutton her blouse slightly to encourage her. This emboldened her and she would bend in ways that gave Phil glimpses of her inviting down-blouse. It was our little risk play. Each time Phil left, we would make love. We didn’t outright discuss him but we both we’re clearly getting off on the building chemistry.
Then one dramatic day, I called to say that Phil and I would be coming home and I taunted Judy to dress sexy. While Phil was parking the car, l walked in first to see Judy dressed in a short skirt, heels and stockings with a black silk top unbuttoned to tease the shelf bra uplifting her exposed nipples. Immediately, I locked the door and pushed her down on the sofa as I unzipped by pants and entered her. In minutes, we both fully orgasmed together. Phil had meanwhile begun banging on the door saying, “hey, whats going on?”. We composed ourselves and, while Judy headed into the bathroom, I let Phil enter saying “Sorry, we had something to discuss”. Judy emerged minutes later wearing jeans and a simple shirt. The evening continued uneventfully but after Phil left, we made love like bunnies.
A week or so later, I again called from a bar to say that Phil and I were coming home. However, being a bit drunk, I added “And this time, I won’t stop you, no matter what you wear”. This time, Phil and I walked in together. Judy was wearing the same incredible outfit. Phil was shocked into silence. As he sat down, he quietly uttered to himself, “well okay... wow”. Judy sat across from us but apparently did not feel that Phil was fully recognizing the full breathe of her attire. After about 30 minutes of chit chat and drinks, Judy arose from the couch across from us and stepped up directly in front of Phil, who was sitting. Her standing in front of where he sat, she said, “the painting behind you is crooked, let me straighten it”. Judy raised her arms and in doing so her skirt rose up directly in front of Phil’s eyes revealing her stocking tops, garter, and the sheer G-string matted to her. Apparently, she felt Phil could fully appreciate view and scent best from literally inches away.
When Judy returned to the couch and sat directly across from us, Phil changed completely. He lost all ability to speak and could not stop awkward stares. What came next was was a surprise for me. I watched as an enormous swelling began to popup in Phil’s jeans and I surprisingly became aroused watching it. Judy too! At one point, Phil had to nonchalantly shift and adjust his growing shaft. Nothing was said but it was so hot. After Phil left that night, we made love like crazy.
PART 2 OF 3
That evening changed things forever for all three of us. Judy teasing Phil taught me that my own hottest, most powerful desire, is seeing a woman being wanted and desired. Nothing is hotter for me still. In the days after “the Phil show”, I repeatedly told Judy that Phil must be dying for her. Judy dismissed it saying “Phil would never do anything because he is your friend”. I replied, “sorry, not true” and offered her a test. Whenever Phil had come over, he and Judy would always quickly hug and peck each other on the lips. Very benign. I challenged Judy, “if you want to know the truth … the next time Phil arrives, hold your lips on his just one second longer, just to see how he reacts.” She replied, “fine but nothing will happen”. I let Phil in that night. As I turned my back and stepped away, Judy walked up and I heard an unmistakable kiss. The evening continued with lots of sexual tension, down-blousing and teasing. That night, Judy walked Phil out to his car to say goodnight. She was gone several minutes and said nothing about it (until a month later). When she returned and climbed into bed, she said that when Phil first arrived and they kissed, he actually slid his tongue into her mouth and French kissed her… with me only a step away. She couldn’t believe it. We had peak sex.
Phil was a motorcycle dude. Very manly. I was a professional overachiever. Phil came over one night and as they flirted we noticed he was drinking quite a bit. Without words, Judy and I began to fake our own further drinking, whilst Phil continued. Judy told Phil he would have to sleep over. Even though we had two bedrooms, Judy set a blanket for Phil on the floor next to our bed, alongside her bedside. We turned off the lights and Judy climbed into bed wearing a teddy. I very silently toyed with her and once wet and near orgasm, whispered in her ear, "I dare you”. I laid still and feigning sleep, Judy quietly slid out of the bed. The incredible first high for me was hearing her say “shush” followed by the incredibly hot and the immortal sounds of: kissing, a belt being undone, a zipper being lowered, pants being opened, and the sound of pants being removed. I can conjure those sounds still.
It was so erotic. I just could not just lay there, so I quietly glanced over the bedside. It was dark, but directly in front of me, far too close to me, were Phil's male ass cheeks. They were rising and falling, firmly and deeply, amidst slight moans. Judy wasn’t visible but for he legs coming around Phil’s hips. I laid back down, erect and remained still. When Judy returned to bed, I tried to touch her but she pushed my hands away. I didn’t think her brushoff of me was significant and went to sleep. It was. The next morning, I arose for work. Phil was gone and Judy lay sleeping. From work, I began calling her around noon. There was no answer. I became concerned. My focus for months had all about the teasing that led to what had just happened, but I had never thought about what happens next. Does it happen again? What are the rules? We had never communicated or talked about it. Is this our break up? What had I done?
PART 3 of 3
That “morning after” I let Judy sleep I started to call around noon to no avail. We needed to discuss things including what happens next. I was nervous and left work for home. She was out. I waited and called and waited and called. Finally, around 1:00 am, I heard keys at the door and Judy and Phil causally entered, happily holding hands. She was dressed incredible. A gorgeous white silk top clung just enough to show the points of a demi-cup bra cupping directly across her nipples. Her skirt was light and airy and her panties, though shadowed, hinted at their lace pattern and of high-rise cuts around her hips on each side. Phil on the other hand, looked at-best styled like Ralph Lauren. He was in jeans, boots and a leather jacket.
I spoke first, "I've called all night and you didn't answer". Phil, while still holding her hand, calmly replied in place of her. He looked at me and said, "oh yeah… you'll get used to that". She didn’t blink.
Wow. That said everything to me.
They turned and kissed, then Phil said, "I'll call you about tomorrow" and exited. Judy leaned her back against the closed door, and got a huge smile on her face. She said in an excited voice "Do you like the way I look?” My head was spinning. I was stunned by their entry and more by her tone and her question. I sat on the sofa and my heart sank. I was in shock and it showed. "Oh come on… you are the one who dared me" she said upbeat with a reassuring grin. She walked into the bathroom and changed. She came out in a nightshirt, ready for sleep. She walked back to the sofa, took me by the hand, and walked me to bed. I was silent and I snuggled against her. She caressed me saying "it'll all be fine, we'll talk tomorrow".
The next morning, I was sad and quiet. Judy began to speak but did so as she also guided me towards the door and out for work. She said "Oh, don't be like this. He is so nuts about me. He complimented me a hundred times last night. It made me feel amazing and special." She then paused and spoke "Look, there is no way to say this. He asked me to see me tonight and I’m asking you to stay out of the apartment until midnight." I went to protest but she shushed me saying "we will talk more and I will explain everything when you come home”. She closed the door.
I was a mess that day. Not jealous but scared and also, I hated to admit I was turned on. My stomach was stirred but so was my cock. That evening I remained at a bar and returned home at midnight. Phil wasn't there. Judy was in bed covered mostly by the bed sheet. Her clothes were s**ttered nearby. I took off my shirt and shoes, leaving on my pants, and climbed into bed next to her to talk.
"Come here you" she said and kissed me. She was nude. She rolled on top me and between soft kisses and with a reassuring grin she calmly began her explanation saying, "Do you remember that night I walked Phil to his car?” Before I replied, she continued “I think you thought we were making out. But actually, Phil got really serious with me. Phil said to me that you lack manhood and that you want him to provide that to me". I couldn't speak and she continued, "he predicted that you’d further dare me and he knew you were pushing this. He said your not a real man. He said he is."
My heart sank as I realized my predicament. She spoke "His words shocked me that night."
“I didn’t tell you. First, because he humiliated you and second, because he was so crude to me. He told me each time I’ve teased him, its only built up more and more cum for when "he’d fuck me good, like a real man.”
"When you did actually further dare me, I’m sorry, but I instantly thought of his prediction. I’m sorry, but it really hit me, his words saying you aren’t a man."
"When you dared me that night, all I was thinking was that you just said exactly what he predicted... and that he was right. When I kissed him, he didn’t care that you were on the bed. At that moment, he did feel more manly. I couldn't stop that night. And the next day, we did not fuck. We ended up just talking… a lot about you."
Judy continued, “Honey, I am sorry but Phil is more manly than you. Tonight when he came over, I wanted him and we had the best sex I’ve ever felt. We both came a ton."
"I'm sorry but also says he's jealous of me now and says crazy things like he doesn’t want you to ever touch me. He says he’s going to tell you tomorrow night. If he does, I want you to just let that happen and not react. I mean overall, he was teased a lot because of you, and it is understandable that he may humiliate you in the beginning. …And, tomorrow night, I need you to go out again and stay out until midnight.”
I lay quiet. Judy still laying on top of me, I could feel her heat and wetness. I just stared. She gently kissed me on my humble quivering lips and ended by speaking in a reassuring tone, “I do care about you…. but Phil is a little jealous and you did start this. So just try to understand that. And, you need to start sleeping in the other room. Go, because I’m completely worn out.”
Judy and Phil began their physical relationship with no concern for me. Two weeks later, Judy took her things to Phil’s and left.
It took me some while, but I learned a life lesson here. We all have roles. There are givers and takers, leaders and followers, dominates and submissives. Phil is a male stud bull. He seeks to fuck and does it well. That’s what he’s good at. That’s his role. He cut Judy from my herd and bred her. I imagine Phil bred Judy hard and his large bull cumloads often flooded my Judy. He must have, as she birthed two for him. In time, everyone including both families knew that Phil cucked me, and that I willingly let it happen.
We all have roles. I did not then understand his role and its power, nor recognize mine or Judy’s. I now know and accept my role. I admit Phil’s role is far preferable. As for me, it’s like the old saying goes: “if you play with the bull… you’ll get the horns“.
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TEASE A BULL, GET THE HORN
---------------------------------------------
I have never been a jealous man. Rather, I’ve always dreamt of a women who enjoys expressing her sexual power and allure. I thought I’d found the perfect match when I met and married Judy. In bed, I’d praise her sexiness and she loved my adoration. In time, I ventured a bit in bed and once added, “I see the way my friend Phil looks at you and you know he’d love to have you.” As I spoke, Judy orgasmed and we both knew this had stuck a cord. Over months hence, I had Phil come over more and more often and each time Judy would increasingly dress nice for him. At some point, it began that I would unbutton her blouse slightly to encourage her. This emboldened her and she would bend in ways that gave Phil glimpses of her inviting down-blouse. It was our little risk play. Each time Phil left, we would make love. We didn’t outright discuss him but we both we’re clearly getting off on the building chemistry.
Then one dramatic day, I called to say that Phil and I would be coming home and I taunted Judy to dress sexy. While Phil was parking the car, l walked in first to see Judy dressed in a short skirt, heels and stockings with a black silk top unbuttoned to tease the shelf bra uplifting her exposed nipples. Immediately, I locked the door and pushed her down on the sofa as I unzipped by pants and entered her. In minutes, we both fully orgasmed together. Phil had meanwhile begun banging on the door saying, “hey, whats going on?”. We composed ourselves and, while Judy headed into the bathroom, I let Phil enter saying “Sorry, we had something to discuss”. Judy emerged minutes later wearing jeans and a simple shirt. The evening continued uneventfully but after Phil left, we made love like bunnies.
A week or so later, I again called from a bar to say that Phil and I were coming home. However, being a bit drunk, I added “And this time, I won’t stop you, no matter what you wear”. This time, Phil and I walked in together. Judy was wearing the same incredible outfit. Phil was shocked into silence. As he sat down, he quietly uttered to himself, “well okay... wow”. Judy sat across from us but apparently did not feel that Phil was fully recognizing the full breathe of her attire. After about 30 minutes of chit chat and drinks, Judy arose from the couch across from us and stepped up directly in front of Phil, who was sitting. Her standing in front of where he sat, she said, “the painting behind you is crooked, let me straighten it”. Judy raised her arms and in doing so her skirt rose up directly in front of Phil’s eyes revealing her stocking tops, garter, and the sheer G-string matted to her. Apparently, she felt Phil could fully appreciate view and scent best from literally inches away.
When Judy returned to the couch and sat directly across from us, Phil changed completely. He lost all ability to speak and could not stop awkward stares. What came next was was a surprise for me. I watched as an enormous swelling began to popup in Phil’s jeans and I surprisingly became aroused watching it. Judy too! At one point, Phil had to nonchalantly shift and adjust his growing shaft. Nothing was said but it was so hot. After Phil left that night, we made love like crazy.
PART 2 OF 3
That evening changed things forever for all three of us. Judy teasing Phil taught me that my own hottest, most powerful desire, is seeing a woman being wanted and desired. Nothing is hotter for me still. In the days after “the Phil show”, I repeatedly told Judy that Phil must be dying for her. Judy dismissed it saying “Phil would never do anything because he is your friend”. I replied, “sorry, not true” and offered her a test. Whenever Phil had come over, he and Judy would always quickly hug and peck each other on the lips. Very benign. I challenged Judy, “if you want to know the truth … the next time Phil arrives, hold your lips on his just one second longer, just to see how he reacts.” She replied, “fine but nothing will happen”. I let Phil in that night. As I turned my back and stepped away, Judy walked up and I heard an unmistakable kiss. The evening continued with lots of sexual tension, down-blousing and teasing. That night, Judy walked Phil out to his car to say goodnight. She was gone several minutes and said nothing about it (until a month later). When she returned and climbed into bed, she said that when Phil first arrived and they kissed, he actually slid his tongue into her mouth and French kissed her… with me only a step away. She couldn’t believe it. We had peak sex.
Phil was a motorcycle dude. Very manly. I was a professional overachiever. Phil came over one night and as they flirted we noticed he was drinking quite a bit. Without words, Judy and I began to fake our own further drinking, whilst Phil continued. Judy told Phil he would have to sleep over. Even though we had two bedrooms, Judy set a blanket for Phil on the floor next to our bed, alongside her bedside. We turned off the lights and Judy climbed into bed wearing a teddy. I very silently toyed with her and once wet and near orgasm, whispered in her ear, "I dare you”. I laid still and feigning sleep, Judy quietly slid out of the bed. The incredible first high for me was hearing her say “shush” followed by the incredibly hot and the immortal sounds of: kissing, a belt being undone, a zipper being lowered, pants being opened, and the sound of pants being removed. I can conjure those sounds still.
It was so erotic. I just could not just lay there, so I quietly glanced over the bedside. It was dark, but directly in front of me, far too close to me, were Phil's male ass cheeks. They were rising and falling, firmly and deeply, amidst slight moans. Judy wasn’t visible but for he legs coming around Phil’s hips. I laid back down, erect and remained still. When Judy returned to bed, I tried to touch her but she pushed my hands away. I didn’t think her brushoff of me was significant and went to sleep. It was. The next morning, I arose for work. Phil was gone and Judy lay sleeping. From work, I began calling her around noon. There was no answer. I became concerned. My focus for months had all about the teasing that led to what had just happened, but I had never thought about what happens next. Does it happen again? What are the rules? We had never communicated or talked about it. Is this our break up? What had I done?
PART 3 of 3
That “morning after” I let Judy sleep I started to call around noon to no avail. We needed to discuss things including what happens next. I was nervous and left work for home. She was out. I waited and called and waited and called. Finally, around 1:00 am, I heard keys at the door and Judy and Phil causally entered, happily holding hands. She was dressed incredible. A gorgeous white silk top clung just enough to show the points of a demi-cup bra cupping directly across her nipples. Her skirt was light and airy and her panties, though shadowed, hinted at their lace pattern and of high-rise cuts around her hips on each side. Phil on the other hand, looked at-best styled like Ralph Lauren. He was in jeans, boots and a leather jacket.
I spoke first, "I've called all night and you didn't answer". Phil, while still holding her hand, calmly replied in place of her. He looked at me and said, "oh yeah… you'll get used to that". She didn’t blink.
Wow. That said everything to me.
They turned and kissed, then Phil said, "I'll call you about tomorrow" and exited. Judy leaned her back against the closed door, and got a huge smile on her face. She said in an excited voice "Do you like the way I look?” My head was spinning. I was stunned by their entry and more by her tone and her question. I sat on the sofa and my heart sank. I was in shock and it showed. "Oh come on… you are the one who dared me" she said upbeat with a reassuring grin. She walked into the bathroom and changed. She came out in a nightshirt, ready for sleep. She walked back to the sofa, took me by the hand, and walked me to bed. I was silent and I snuggled against her. She caressed me saying "it'll all be fine, we'll talk tomorrow".
The next morning, I was sad and quiet. Judy began to speak but did so as she also guided me towards the door and out for work. She said "Oh, don't be like this. He is so nuts about me. He complimented me a hundred times last night. It made me feel amazing and special." She then paused and spoke "Look, there is no way to say this. He asked me to see me tonight and I’m asking you to stay out of the apartment until midnight." I went to protest but she shushed me saying "we will talk more and I will explain everything when you come home”. She closed the door.
I was a mess that day. Not jealous but scared and also, I hated to admit I was turned on. My stomach was stirred but so was my cock. That evening I remained at a bar and returned home at midnight. Phil wasn't there. Judy was in bed covered mostly by the bed sheet. Her clothes were s**ttered nearby. I took off my shirt and shoes, leaving on my pants, and climbed into bed next to her to talk.
"Come here you" she said and kissed me. She was nude. She rolled on top me and between soft kisses and with a reassuring grin she calmly began her explanation saying, "Do you remember that night I walked Phil to his car?” Before I replied, she continued “I think you thought we were making out. But actually, Phil got really serious with me. Phil said to me that you lack manhood and that you want him to provide that to me". I couldn't speak and she continued, "he predicted that you’d further dare me and he knew you were pushing this. He said your not a real man. He said he is."
My heart sank as I realized my predicament. She spoke "His words shocked me that night."
“I didn’t tell you. First, because he humiliated you and second, because he was so crude to me. He told me each time I’ve teased him, its only built up more and more cum for when "he’d fuck me good, like a real man.”
"When you did actually further dare me, I’m sorry, but I instantly thought of his prediction. I’m sorry, but it really hit me, his words saying you aren’t a man."
"When you dared me that night, all I was thinking was that you just said exactly what he predicted... and that he was right. When I kissed him, he didn’t care that you were on the bed. At that moment, he did feel more manly. I couldn't stop that night. And the next day, we did not fuck. We ended up just talking… a lot about you."
Judy continued, “Honey, I am sorry but Phil is more manly than you. Tonight when he came over, I wanted him and we had the best sex I’ve ever felt. We both came a ton."
"I'm sorry but also says he's jealous of me now and says crazy things like he doesn’t want you to ever touch me. He says he’s going to tell you tomorrow night. If he does, I want you to just let that happen and not react. I mean overall, he was teased a lot because of you, and it is understandable that he may humiliate you in the beginning. …And, tomorrow night, I need you to go out again and stay out until midnight.”
I lay quiet. Judy still laying on top of me, I could feel her heat and wetness. I just stared. She gently kissed me on my humble quivering lips and ended by speaking in a reassuring tone, “I do care about you…. but Phil is a little jealous and you did start this. So just try to understand that. And, you need to start sleeping in the other room. Go, because I’m completely worn out.”
Judy and Phil began their physical relationship with no concern for me. Two weeks later, Judy took her things to Phil’s and left.
It took me some while, but I learned a life lesson here. We all have roles. There are givers and takers, leaders and followers, dominates and submissives. Phil is a male stud bull. He seeks to fuck and does it well. That’s what he’s good at. That’s his role. He cut Judy from my herd and bred her. I imagine Phil bred Judy hard and his large bull cumloads often flooded my Judy. He must have, as she birthed two for him. In time, everyone including both families knew that Phil cucked me, and that I willingly let it happen.
We all have roles. I did not then understand his role and its power, nor recognize mine or Judy’s. I now know and accept my role. I admit Phil’s role is far preferable. As for me, it’s like the old saying goes: “if you play with the bull… you’ll get the horns“.
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