I AIN T YOUR DAMN CUCK ANYMORE
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I'd been involved with some hot wife couples as a Bull before, a different thing from helping a woman cuck her hubby. Hot wiving means the husband is involved somehow, or may sit back and watch and direct. Can be Hetero or Bi. I always went straight hetero with couples, as I'm averse to sex with men. Nothing wrong with the Bi thing, just not my bag.
When I met this particular couple it was pure happenstance. I'd told myself I was going get out of the lifestyle because my last experience had gone south.
When you get together with couples, you need to vet them. Make sure both people are on the same page, or it can get awkward or ugly, and a guy can find himself in a very bad situation. A crying wife, which is awful, or a pissed off husband.
There was a bar in town that couples went to to meet bulls like me. I'd hang out with a couple and feel them out, is the guy into it, or does he not believe his wife or girlfriend will go through with it, and he's just playing along? Is the woman into it or just doing it reluctantly to please her husband? You can suss this stuff out.
It's easy to spot when the guy is just playing along, but sometimes the woman is really wanting to do it, but doesn't want her husband to know she does. She wants him to think She's doing this for you to keep him happy, but she's licking her lips thinking about fucking some guy in front of her dude.
Most men would be surprised at what a lot of women want. The fantasies many women have are pretty crazy. Things they wouldn't in many cases really do, but they sure as hell masturbate thinking about.
Anyway, I'd gotten lazy, and high, and not vetted a couple. It was pretty terrible, and I almost got hurt. So I told myself it was a sign was going to stop with the lifestyle for a least a bit, if not permanently.
Or so I thought.
I met them at a bar where I went to meet couples, now defunct, like so many good dive bars. I just went in for a drink, because they had a good happy hour, and afterward I was going to go to a bar I knew had a good band playing that night. I made a point of not looking in the area where I knew all the swingers sat.
I was just finishing my drink, and I felt eyes on me.
A man and a woman were sitting at a table near the front, and the woman stared at me. She was really, really fucking good looking. I'd look away, and look back and she was still staring. Never broke my gaze, and then motioned me to their table.
I walked over and I introduced myself as Jimmy. My go-to name, and you need a moniker for couples to ask for when they're looking for a repeat with a Bull, but you don't want your real name out there.
They asked me to sit down, well, she asked me to sit down.
The husband was smaller than me, slight, and thin, but I'm thin and look thinner because I'm really tall. His name was Phil. She was a little taller than he was, firm medium tits, really nice ass, one of the best I've ever seen. Long dark brown hair, very pretty face, and gray eyes that even in the dark bar light scared me and excited me at the same time. She was wearing a tight red dress, mini skirt length, and no bra.
She had beautiful, scary eyes, and said her name was Angel.
"I like tall blondes," she said, "And thin is nice as well, huh honey."
She looked at her husband with angry eyes, daring him to disagree.
I thought to myself that this might be a revenge fuck, and I'd have to pass, regardless of how lovely she was.
When I met them, I immediately knew she was the dom in the family, after all, his wife was the one who motioned me over to their table, and did all the talking. Usually, the husband will introduce himself, or the wife of a couple will approach if you're sitting at the bar and strike up a conversation, and flash her hot wife bracelet, or if she's wearing an anklet, see if you bother to look.
At least that's how it was generally done back then. Haven't been in the lifestyle for a while, even though lately I've been thinking about it a lot.
I wasn't at the table more than five minutes before they gave me some coke to snort at the table. Yeah, this bar was that kind of place. It also meant I wasn't going to pass on her tonight if it happened.
We talked, sex came up. Angel was multi-orgasmic, I didn't do quickies, stuff like that. Just feeling each other out for compatibility. Phil never said much.
They invited me to their house as the bar closed, we were all pretty drunk.
They lived in a house a half mile from the bar, so it was a short, but dangerous drive. I was surprised they took me to their house, as we'd only known each other for a few hours, usually, a couple will rent a cheap motel room, and then search for a bull, but then again, I gave off a good vibe even in those days of hazy, drugged-out insanity. I just look like a really nice guy, and women really like me.
I'm lucky, still am.
We went into the house, and Angel tossed her shoes off, and started wiggling out of her dress.
I was caught a little off guard because she was moving a so fast, no conversation to work up to the fucking. Angel was in a hurry.
I just watched and admired her physique.
Angel half turned to me and motioned with her finger for me to follow her. As she turned away and walked down a hallway Angel she said, "Come in here Phil, and watch Jimmy fuck me."
It was weird right away, but I was weird and was fucked up on booze and coke, so I went with the flow.
I undressed, slowly, don't wanna appear too rushed with couples, and threw my clothes on a couch in the living room.
Angel was standing in a doorway waiting for me. She stood there with her head tilted to one side, eyes wide, lips pursed, a stern look on her face. Then she smiled and rubbed her pussy as she disappeared into the room.
I walked down the hallway, calmly, with Phil walking a few steps behind me. I entered the bedroom, and Angel was already on the bed with her legs open, motioning to me and staring at me with those beautiful and scary eyes.
Angel was staring into my face with an almost desperate look as I got on top of her, and slid my cock in. She was juicy as fuck and I could feel the portion of the sheet under her was slightly wet from her pussy.
Angel looked over at her husband, and said: "Sit in that chair, and listen to sounds of his dick slopping in and out of my hungry hole."
She came so fast it surprised me, I'd only pushed my cock in and out of her for maybe a minute, but she definitely wanted more. I got a good stroke going and she was able to knock out a few more in short order. Angel would look over at her husband each time she came with a cruel smile. She'd move her head with a rocking motion, open her mouth and wiggle her tongue at him.
"Now watch as he shoots his load in me." Angel said, and started grinding harder against me, whispering, "Cum in that pussy, cum in that pussy!"
I came pretty hard, and she laughed and gripped me tighter with her legs as I bounced around like I always do, my head snapping around, trying to stay aware of where she was, not wanting to hit her in the face with my head. I'd given a girl a bloody nose once so I'd learned to pay attention.
She loved it.
I stayed on top of her, semi-hard, giving her short, light strokes as I waited to get hard again.
Angel giggled. "I can feel him starting to drip out of me honey. It's so good. Maybe I'll have you clean me up."
I decided to give Phil a break from the abuse and started giving her wet kisses, partly to keep her quiet, and partly because the kissing was good.
I started fucking her. My dick was just hard enough to stroke her, and it got rock hard again pretty quick.
By now I had started to feel a very odd combination of horny, mean, fucked up. I also just plain felt bad for Phil. He seemed like he was into this somehow, but mainly because Angel was into it, and it pleased her so he'd do his part.
Don't ask me where that feeling or sense came from. I'd never really played with a woman like Angel before. The wives or girlfriends would at least pretend the guy was somewhat in charge, or an equal partner.
As my grinding stroke got faster, Angel started moving in rhythm. She put her mouth next to my ear and started whispering to me. Saying nasty shit about me and herself and how much she loved the fucking, and cheating. Angel told me how much she loved the crazy way I came and wanted to see it again.
Angel pushed me away slightly and looked over at Phil. "I really like fucking other men baby, but you knew I was a whore when you married me."
I think she had a real sense of my mood, and shut up. I started babbling things back at her, I only remember a few things, because those few things were really turning her on.
"The only pussy better than whore pussy is cheating whore pussy, you cheating fucking slut."
A bit of paraphrasing, but you get the general drift.
Phil must have started to leave because she told him to get his ass back in his chair, and he said he had to pee. I'd freaked out for a moment that Angel would tell him to stay and piss himself.
"Okay, but get back here right away." She'd told him to my relief.
When her husband came back in the room Angel told him to get undressed. Then she made him lay across the top of the bed so she could prop her back upon his stomach, with his erect dick near her face.
Once in a while, Angel would nonchalantly suck on his cock, almost absent-mindedly. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't exciting to watch her turn her head and suck Phil's dick once in a while as I fucked her. She'd look me in the eyes, and get a mischievous look, turn and make slurping sounds while she sucked his cock, and turn back to me. Angel's eyes were slits, mouth slightly open, her chin would drop, as her head and body shook lightly as I fucked her, once in a while she'd nonchalantly turn her head and lick his dick. Then she'd and turn back to me again looking like a nasty Roman Empress with her fuck toys.
That went on for some time, me fucking her while she used him to lean against or turned to suck on his dick every now and then. Angel said something about liking to suck cock when she fucked, especially in front of her husband.
I could tell this had started heading into an even meaner place, so I told Angel to let him go back to his chair. I said it in a stern and dominant way, but I just wanted him to move away and not encourage her. I don't remember what Angel said then exactly, just the gist. It was really fucked up and the woman very well could have been just making shit up to get herself off and freak me out at the same time.
"I have friends over sometimes and make hubby watch and clean up all their loads."
Her head fell back, and she laughed. She raised her face to mine, daring me to disapprove, and I just smiled, I couldn't help it, I don't know why.
Angel's face softened and she put her arms around my neck and gave me hungry kisses like my lips were food.
She was jacked up like she was on drugs, heroin, not coke. Who knows, maybe she was.
Angel would turn to Phil once in a while, and get a bored look and say degrading shit, looking disdainful, then she'd look back at me, her upper teeth over her bottom lip. She'd lift her head, and give me a craven look, as if to say, I own that fucker.
Then she'd put her face close to mine, looking at me with weird affection, and lust. We'd give each other little kisses while she moved against me. Angel would have what I'd call little orgasms now and then, until wham, she had a big one, held onto me and thrust hard at me.
"I like!" Angel screamed.
I ground up against her, pushing against her clit to maximize her orgasm, sucking her nipples. That always helped.
Angel blew out a breath, licked her lips, and started moving against me again.
"Stroke," she said, so I stroked.
Then out of the blue Angel said, "I never fuck more than two guys at once."
She'd really emphasized that.
I thought that was fuckin' strange that she cared or even felt the need to differentiate her totally depraved dominating lustiness with no more than two at a time.
By then I kinda figured I'd caught the clap or something else already and would have to visit the free clinic as soon as possible, and not be able to fuck anyone for seven to ten days while I took penicillin. I was like, fuck! Then I'd thought I'd better get as much pussy as I could from her in case I had to wait for a while.
Funny what specific thought you can remember some years later.
I slapped her on the ass and motioned for her to roll over. Angel rolled over obediently and put her ass up. I slipped my dick into her, and slowly and methodically pumped her pussy trying to cum, looking back and forth from Angel to Phil her husband and it fucked me up and made me think about what I was doing. Angel would look over her shoulder at me, and she liked seeing me glance back and forth between her and her cuck, and it made her start bouncing her ass and talking shit to him again.
Phil never looked at me, he just kept staring at his wife and from the look on his face I realized he liked it as much as Angel did, which really seemed to fire her up, and it made her cum.
I held her ass tight as she kept saying, "Look at me, look at me, oh look at me."
I don't know if she was talking to herself or me or her husband, maybe all three, but combined with the sight of her sweet ass it made me cum, and because it was doggy style I must have looked like an epileptic.
Doggy style always lights my Kundalini.
When 'I woke up' from my fuck trance, I was holding her ass and still shaking. Angel was lying with her face sideways on the mattress, and looking back at me. Her eyes were dancing.
"That was the coolest thing I've ever seen! Let's do that again!"
I'd looked down at her pussy and pulled out. I remember staring at Angel's clit as it leaked a little bit of my cum and I put my fingers in her pussy, feeling it. She loved everything about what I was doing.
I said I wouldn't be able to cum doggy style again, and rolled her over because I really had to keep fucking her.
I tried not to look at Phil and I don't think Angel did either, we just laid there and fucked, until after she knocked out another one, and I came again. I remember I was shaking from exertion, and thirst, and fatigue, and coming down from the coke I think.
"Jesus girl, I think you milked my balls dry," I said.
Angels eyes got wide and she turned to her husband, angling herself so he could see her pussy, "Oh Phil, Jimmy put all his cum in your wife. Cool huh?"
I knew I had to stop because I was feeling really weird physically. I told her I had to get some sleep, and I must have looked really bad because Angel asked me if I was okay, and I swear she actually looked concerned. I'd said I just needed a breather and I'd be back to fuck her again.
Angel said okay and told Phil, "Get over here you can fuck me now."
I pulled my half erect dick out of her, and went down the hall, listening to the sounds of Phil finally getting some. I could hear Angel's voice as I walked down the hall.
"Come on boy, fuck me, feel that cum as you do it. So many men have put their sperm in my body."
I went to sleep on their couch. I remembered to put my pants under the couch cushions in case they decided to maybe go thru my pockets or something while I slept. Yeah paranoid, but those were the years I hung around with some really sketchy people, and you form habits.
I woke up a few hours later because it was getting light, and I had a woody. I was like, What the fuck, why not? I went down the hall.
They weren't in the room we'd been fucking in so I went to another door. It was another bedroom. They were asleep in bed and I shook Angel until she woke up.
She said, "I'm kinda sore and sleepy"
I told her, "I don't give a fuck." I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up while saying, "Get up bitch."
All I could think about was how much I wanted to use her, and fuck that pussy. I was hungover and horny and strung out from the coke the night before, and I was gonna get some pussy and Angel was gonna do whatever I told her.
Phil kind woke up and lifted his head and looked at us, and then closed his eyes to go back to sleep. Just another guy fucking his wife in the morning I guess.
I led the little slut down the hall, Angel was almost hanging from her hair, and staggering a little because she was still a little fucked up from the previous night. She had a big, sleepy smile, and I realized this sweet little whore wasn't doing anything she didn't want to do. I'd wondered how many times she'd walked down that hall with someone to get fucked while her husband still slept. Or was awake, because it didn't matter to Angel. I must have been really fucked up in the head because that made me want to fuck the fuck out of her even more.
I was a fuckin' mess.
She needed to pee so I stopped by the bathroom and told her to hurry up
"I want that pussy."
That seemed to wake her up a little more, she bit her lower lip and gave me this wanton look. There's nothing more beautiful than a woman's wanton look, I don't care how fucked, or crazy they are, or how insane the situation.
It's said that only the will to live is stronger than the urge to procreate, but judging from the behavior of some of the men and women I've known, I question that.
Angel walked out of the bathroom and rushed to the couch ahead of me and flopped down with her legs spread, one foot on the floor, the other up on the back of the couch.
It was light now, and I could see what looked like a lot of stains on the couch cushions, I didn't know from what but it sent me into an even more perverted place even while I was thinking; I slept on that fuckin' couch!
I fucked her, and she came, but I didn't care, Angel was just a piece of fuck meat to me right then, and the woman knew it, and loved it. Sometimes a woman wants to straddle a man, and think of him as their fuck stick, and other times, a girl just plain wants to get used.
I pulled out, stood up and said, "Suck my cock."
Angel sat on the couch and sucked while I held her head. I came in her mouth while I yelled at her to keep sucking after the first spurt.
I kept my cock in her mouth while I jerked back and forth, telling her to "Keep that cock in your mouth, bitch!"
My orgasm was coming from a really dark place, and Angel was all into taking me there. Her eyes were lit up and fully awake now.
Angel looked up at me, opened her mouth, and then stuck her tongue out a little, and cum dripped off, onto her chin, and she smiled and made gulping, swallowing sounds. Then she laid back on the couch and spread her legs. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen, and I fucking lost it. I grabbed a handful of hair and kissed her like I'd never kissed a woman in my life up until then. I climbed on top of her and slipped my cock back in.
I could see her eyes as I gave her urgent, hard strokes. They were like the eyes of those really out of it homeless people, folks who are standing around talking to themselves. Angel's eyes were only slightly open, and they looked like they were almost crossed. Men who get to see that look are blessed, and I've been blessed, but this was beyond anything I'd experienced. Crazy, wanton, fucking remorse free fuck need, like a person feels when they're actually cumming, but she looked like that just getting fucked and sucking me.
I fucked Angel on floor for a bit more after I came, keeping her having orgasms, and tried really hard, but I couldn't cum again. I told her to get up and go back to sleep.
"Take me back to bed, and fuck me. I'll be your dog, and do anything you want."
I was hard but I felt like I really needed to get some more sleep and straighten up.
I told her, "Angel, honey, I want some more pussy before I leave, but not now."
She told me, “Come back and sleep in our bed, I'll suck on you while you sleep."
Angel said it with the same voice she used to dominate her husband. I told her she didn't get order me around, and I actually gave her a light slap, "Go to bed, you cocksucking whore."
Which was a mistake because I remember she got excited when I did that.
Angel got up and left and then came back really fast with a blanket and pillow. I started to lay down, and Angel got on her knees and wrapped her arms around my feet. She went from fuck toy to like total dom to kitty play toy 'on a dime,' as they used to say. I laid on the couch and she started sucking my cock while I was laying there. I went to sleep with Angel sucking my dick.
Phil woke me up moving around in the kitchen, and I had no idea what time it was.
I started to get off the couch and almost stepped on Angel. She was lying on the floor next to the couch, covered in a blanket and looking up at me. She must have slept there or just laid there while I slept. Her eyes were wide, and she looked as if she'd been up all night.
Angel pushed herself up and started licking my balls. I told her to lay down.
I'd say she did it eagerly, but it was more than that, she was flat on her back with her legs spread in a tenth of a second.
I have to admit it was a crazy fucked up fun freaky fuck. I'm fucking her thinking about how crazy she is and she's just going fucking goofy under me. It's really fucked up but I think it was my best cum with her. I fucked Angel for probably half an hour, scooting all over the floor, moving the blanket under us, but still burning my knees on their carpeted floor.
While we were fucking, Phil came in from the kitchen and stepped over us to turn on the TV.
We ignored him and just fucked away.
It was surreal. I'd glance up at Phil, eating something in a bowl. Chewing slowly, and methodically as he stared at the TV. his wife moaning and moving under me, talking. Those few times I looked up Angel would grab my head, pull me to her, and stare crazily into my eyes, her face inches from mine.
"Look at me. Look at me and fuck me."
We kept going at it. Once in a while, I'd hear the channel change.
The idea of just being a pair of fucking people who didn't care about anything else, just two rutting animals was overwhelming. I'm pretty sure I'd have fucked her in the front yard while the neighbors watched, I really didn't care.
I was starting to think about the time, and how it would be hard to cum again, but Angel wrapped herself around me after I came and wouldn't let me go. I said I had to get up and get ready to go somewhere.
Angel said no, "I wanna keep you in me," and held on.
It was like she was some kind of needy child, mixed with a total fuck whore and a mean bitch.
I said fuck it after a few minutes (literally I guess) and fucked her until she came again, and then I just focused on cumming. The second time made my balls hurt.
Then I pried myself loose.
I got up, grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower. Then I thought to myself, Fuck it, go home fuckin' moron. Get out of here.
I started putting on my smelly clothes. I remember my departure so well because it got surreal and weirder. Phil asked me if I was leaving without taking a shower, and I said I'd just drive home and do it there.
He said, "That's gross."
I was thinking in my head, Dude, you've spent nights cleaning cum from other men out of your wife's pussy, but I don't recall what I actually said.
Then Angel came out of the hall, maybe she'd gone to the bathroom again. Her hair was a mess, something about the way she looked was so depraved and slutty it made me want to fuck her again, and she knew it.
She said something about how fun it was to fuck me and how, they'd like to see me again.
Then Angel sat down next to her husband and put her arms around him. Gently and lovingly. She asked me if I was coming back?
I said "Hell yeah!"
In my head, I was telling myself, You're done, you're going to go normal. No more of this. I want a real fuckin' girlfriend and normal fucking.
Unfair I know, like I was a prize catch back then, but I was in a place mentally that I needed to get out of. These might be the kind of people I might find myself in a really fucked up and dangerous place, and I'd probably catch all kinds of shit.
I didn't wanna argue, I'd just let them think I was coming back.
She said that was cool, and asked for my phone number.
Angel looked at Phil and asked him "Okay honey?" in the same kind of voice you'd hear a woman ask her husband if there was anything he wanted at the store while she was there.
Hubby said okay, then she asked me my last name, which I said was Spencer. That was the first name that came into my head. I started to make up a phone number but I just said I was in the phone book. Their behavior with each other at that moment put me more at ease, but Angel's eyes still freaked me out and there was a definite feeling of falseness about the whole 'we're in domestic bliss now' thing.
Then I said goodbye and hurried out the door because Angel went to the kitchen and I was worried she might have been going to look in the phone book for my name.
When I stopped for some more cigarettes at the convenience store I realized it was four in the fucking afternoon.
Oddly enough, I didn't catch anything. Maybe Angel had been making the whole fuck scene with her buddies up. But I kept remembering the bed and the chairs around it.
In retrospect, they could have been really kinky but not quite THAT kinky and just fucking with some younger dude.
They were probably in their early thirties, which seemed to fit the profile of swingers in those days, and you never knew what would turn someone on. I never went to that bar again, that was when Billy's Longbar, yeah, it's been there forever, became my regular place. Which was actually pretty close to their house. Not long after that night I got really drunk and walked by their house from Billy's after it closed and I hadn't gotten lucky. I've always been thankful I didn’t stop.
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