Blindfolded Cuckold Gets Soaked

I never thought I'd be the kind of husband who gets off on listening to his wife fuck another man, but here I am, confessing it all because it's the hottest thing that's ever happened to our marriage. My name's Mark, and my wife Lisa—she's this stunning 32-year-old goddess with curves that could stop traffic, long auburn hair, and green eyes that sparkle with mischief. We've been married eight years, and while our sex life was always good, it started feeling routine. That's when I confessed my fantasy to her: I wanted to be blindfolded, tied up, and made to listen while she took a real bull, someone bigger, stronger, better endowed than me. She laughed at first, but her eyes lit up. "You sure, baby? Because once we do this, there's no going back." I was sure. Desperately sure.

It took a couple weeks to set it up. Lisa, ever the confident vixen, found Jake on a discreet app for this exact kind of play—consensual cuckolding with dominant bulls. He was 35, built like a Greek god, with a chiseled jaw, tattoos snaking up his arms, and from the pics she showed me (before I chickened out and begged not to see more), a cock that made my average six-incher look like a cocktail weenie. We agreed on safe words—"red" for stop, "yellow" for slow down—and everything was out in the open. No secrets, no tricks. Tonight was the night.

I sat in the corner of our dimly lit bedroom, heart pounding like a jackhammer. Lisa had blindfolded me with one of her silk scarves, knotted tight so I couldn't peek, and bound my wrists behind my back with soft cuffs attached to the chair. I was naked, my pathetic dick already half-hard just from the anticipation. I heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she paced, teasing me. "You ready for this, cucky? Jake's on his way. He's gonna stretch me out like you never could."

"Yes, please," I whispered, my voice shaky. "Tell me everything."