Hubby's Blessing: Wife's BBC Bull Breeds Her on Our Anniversary

Hubby's Blessing: Wife's BBC Bull Breeds Her on Our Anniversary

The fifth anniversary had already gone sideways in the best possible way.

Mark and Jenna had checked into the luxury downtown suite with every intention of a romantic night: candlelit dinner, a shared bath, maybe some gentle lovemaking while they laughed about how they were still the same horny idiots who’d banged in the coat closet at their own wedding reception. Instead, Jenna had spent the entire meal swirling her wine and dropping hints about Darius like she was laying out bait.

She’d been teasing Mark for months. Little comments in the car after training sessions. Texts at 2 a.m. that read “Darius spotted me on squats today and I swear the man is smuggling a traffic cone.” Mark had gone from shocked to curious to rock-hard in record time, until finally, over dessert, he’d looked his beautiful wife dead in the eye and said the words she’d been waiting for.

“Go ahead and invite him. Tonight. Tell your bull he has my enthusiastic blessing to fuck you stupid on our anniversary.”

Jenna’s fork had clattered against her plate. Her cheeks had gone bright pink, her nipples visibly stiff under the thin silk of her dress. She’d practically vibrated with nervous glee the entire elevator ride back to the suite.

Now they waited.

Mark paced. Jenna kept checking her reflection, tugging the hem of the tiny emerald-green babydoll she’d bought specifically for this. It barely covered the bottom curve of her ass and did nothing at all to hide how soaked she already was.

A firm knock sounded at the door.

Jenna squeaked—an actual squeak—and looked at Mark with wide, sparkling eyes. He grinned, gave her a little push, and she practically skipped across the room.

She opened the door.

Darius filled the frame.

At thirty-two, the man looked like he’d been carved out of onyx and pure sexual confidence. Six-foot-four, broad shoulders, shaved head, and a smile that suggested he already knew exactly how the night was going to end. In one hand he held an ice bucket with a bottle of ridiculously expensive champagne. In the other, well… the massive, obvious ridge running down the inside of his grey sweatpants was doing the talking for him.

“Evening, Mrs. Bennett,” he rumbled, voice low and amused. “Happy anniversary. Your husband home?”

“He’s right here,” Jenna said, biting her lip. She stepped aside so Darius could see Mark standing by the minibar, half-hard already and not even pretending otherwise.

Darius’s grin widened. “Mark, my man. You sure about this? Once I get started I don’t do half-measures.”

Mark laughed, the sound a little shaky with arousal. “I’ve been listening to my wife talk about your dick for six straight months, Darius. If you don’t breed her tonight I might actually cry.”

Jenna moaned softly at the word breed.

Darius stepped inside, set the champagne down, and immediately slid a big hand around Jenna’s waist like he owned it. She melted against him, tilting her head back as he leaned down and claimed her mouth in a slow, filthy kiss that made wet sounds fill the suite. Mark watched, pulse hammering, as one of Darius’s huge hands palmed his wife’s ass, squeezing possessively.

When they finally broke apart, Jenna was breathing hard.

“God, you’re already so hard,” she whispered, rubbing her palm boldly over the thick length straining his sweats. “Mark, baby… he’s so much bigger than you. I can feel it throbbing. It’s actually ridiculous.”

Mark groaned. “Yeah?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Jenna looked over her shoulder at him, eyes glassy with lust. “I’m gonna need a new pussy after tonight. You’re getting sloppy seconds for the rest of our marriage.”

Darius chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “She’s been telling me how tight you are, Mark. Don’t worry. I’ll stretch her out real nice for you. Make sure that little married cunt remembers who owns it now.”

Jenna whimpered and dropped to her knees right there in the living area of the suite, yanking Darius’s sweats down. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, nearly ten inches and still not fully hard. Jenna’s eyes went comically wide.

“Jesus Christ on a cracker,” she laughed, the sound bright and delighted. “Mark, look at this thing. It’s got its own zip code.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She opened her mouth and tried to take him. The first few inches disappeared between her lips with a wet slurp. Darius groaned, one hand gently resting on the back of her head.

Mark couldn’t stop staring. His wife—his funny, sarcastic, beloved wife—looked obscene and perfect on her knees for another man. She was moaning around the cock stretching her jaw, one hand cupping Darius’s heavy balls while the other stroked what she couldn’t swallow.

“Easy, baby,” Darius murmured, hips rocking gently. “We got all night. Your husband’s gonna watch me put a baby in you before we’re done.”

Jenna pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening head. “Yes. Please. I’m so fucking fertile right now. I want it. I want you to breed me on our anniversary while Mark holds my hand.”

The three of them moved to the bedroom in a clumsy, laughing tangle. Clothes came off in record time. Darius peeled Jenna’s babydoll over her head, revealing her perky tits and the tiny landing strip above her soaked pussy. He tossed her onto the king-sized bed like she weighed nothing.

Mark climbed up beside her, taking her hand. She squeezed his fingers tight, eyes shining with love and filthy excitement.

Darius crawled between her spread thighs, stroking his now fully hard cock. The head looked enormous against her pink folds.

“Last chance to back out, Mark,” he said, grinning.

“Put it in her,” Mark answered, voice hoarse. “Breed my wife.”

Darius didn’t need to be told twice.

He pushed forward. Jenna’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as the thick head breached her. Inch after inch sank inside until his heavy balls rested against her ass. She was stretched obscenely around him, her pussy lips gripping his dark shaft.

“Fuuuuck,” she whined, toes curling. “Mark, he’s so deep. I can feel him in my stomach. He’s ruining me. He’s actually ruining me for your dick, baby.”

Mark kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as Darius started to thrust—long, powerful strokes that made the bed creak. Every time he bottomed out Jenna’s tits bounced and she let out a cute little “unh!” that went straight to Mark’s cock.

Darius fucked her like a man on a mission. The wet, filthy sounds of her soaked pussy filled the room. After a few minutes he grabbed her legs, pushed them back, and really started pounding her. Jenna’s eyes rolled back.

“I’m gonna—oh shit—I’m gonna squirt—”

She did. Hard. Clear fluid sprayed around Darius’s pistoning cock, soaking his abs and the sheets. She screamed, back arching, fingers crushing Mark’s hand.

Darius laughed, never slowing. “Good girl. That’s one. Gimme another.”

He flipped her onto all fours, facing Mark. Jenna immediately dropped her head into her husband’s lap, mouthing at his smaller cock while Darius mounted her from behind. The contrast was obscene—her pale ass rippling every time Darius’s muscular hips slammed forward, his thick black cock disappearing completely inside her.

“Tell him,” Darius growled, spanking her ass. “Tell your husband how much better this bull cock is.”

“It’s so much better!” Jenna wailed, drooling on Mark’s dick. “It’s thicker, it’s longer, it hits spots you can’t even dream of. I’m ruined. I’m fucking ruined for you, Mark. I’m gonna need BBC every anniversary from now on—”

Mark groaned and started jerking himself faster.

Darius grabbed a fistful of Jenna’s hair and yanked her upright into a mating press, folding her nearly in half. The new angle made her eyes cross.

“I’m breeding you now, Jenna. Right on your anniversary. Gonna flood this married womb until it takes. You want that?”

“Yes! Yes, cum in me—knock me up while my husband watches—please—”

Mark was panting, stroking furiously. “Do it, man. Fill her up. Give her your baby on our special day.”

Darius roared. His thrusts became short, brutal, grinding strokes. Jenna started cumming again, screaming loud enough that Mark was briefly worried about hotel security. Her pussy visibly pulsed and clenched around the invading cock.

With a deep, guttural groan, Darius buried himself to the hilt and let go.

Heavy, powerful spurts erupted inside her. Jenna’s belly twitched with every pulse. She kept cumming, babbling nonsense, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her cheeks. Darius kept pumping, draining every drop into her fertile depths, until thick white cream squeezed out around his shaft and ran down to the sheets.

Finally he stilled, breathing hard, still buried to the balls.

For a long moment the only sounds were three people trying to remember how lungs worked.

Then Darius pulled out with a wet, obscene schlorp. A huge gush of cum poured from Jenna’s gaping, ruined pussy. He looked over at Mark, grinned like a pirate, and raised his hand.

Mark, still rock-hard and dazed, high-fived him.

“Best anniversary gift ever, right?” Darius laughed. “Complimentary breeding by your wife’s personal trainer. You’re welcome.”

Jenna flopped back against the pillows, glowing, legs still spread, cum bubbling out of her with every tiny aftershock. She reached for Mark and he crawled into her arms, both of them sticky and happy and utterly fucked-out.

She nuzzled his neck, giggling breathlessly.

“Next year,” she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming, “we’re definitely getting two bulls. Think you can handle that, hubby?”

Mark opened his mouth to answer—something loving and filthy and enthusiastic.

A loud, sharp knock rattled the suite door.

“Hotel security! We’ve had multiple noise complaints. Open up, please!”

The three of them froze.

Jenna’s eyes went wide. A fresh thick rope of Darius’s cum trickled out of her well-bred pussy and onto the ruined anniversary sheets.

Mark looked at his wife. Looked at her bull. Looked at the door.

“Oh… shit.”