Hubby's Blindfold: Wife Squirts on Bull

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."

The doorbell rang, and my stomach flipped. Lisa's footsteps retreated, then returned with heavy, confident strides beside her. I smelled his cologne—musky, masculine—mixing with her floral perfume. "Jake, meet my hubby Mark. He's all tied up and blind for your pleasure." Her voice dripped with amusement.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Jake. "Pathetic. Look at that little thing twitching. You sure he's man enough to handle this?"

"He's not a man tonight," Lisa purred, her hand brushing my cheek. "He's our audience. Now, kiss me, Jake. Show him how it's done."

I heard their lips meet—wet, hungry smacks that made my cock throb painfully. Lisa moaned into his mouth, and I strained against the cuffs, helpless. She broke the kiss with a gasp. "Mmm, your tongue's so much thicker than his. Mark, baby, Jake's hands are on my ass already, squeezing hard. Feel how big his palms are? He could crush me if he wanted."

Clothes rustled. A zipper. Fabric hitting the floor. Lisa's breath hitched. "Oh god, Jake, your cock... it's huge. Nine thick inches, veiny and rock-hard. Mark, yours is what, half that? No wonder I need this."

"Please, describe it," I begged, pre-cum leaking from my tip.

She laughed, low and wicked. "It's curving up just right, balls heavy and full. He's grinding it against my thong now, right in front of you. Can you hear it? That wet smack on my pussy lips?"

My face burned with humiliation, but my dick was diamond-cut hard. This was it—the spice we craved.

Lisa's teasing kisses turned into full-on making out, their bodies pressing together inches from my blindfolded face. I could hear the slick sounds of her grinding her hips against his bulge, her breath coming in hot pants. "Strip me, Jake. Slowly, so my hubby can picture every inch of skin you uncover."

A slow rip of Velcro—her dress peeling off. Her bra unclasped with a snap. "There go my tits, bouncing free. Forty DDs, all yours. Suck them." Jake growled, and wet sucking noises filled the room, Lisa's moans escalating. "Oh fuck, yes! Bite my nipples harder than Mark ever does. He's too gentle."

I whimpered, tugging at my bonds. "Lisa... tell me more."

"Shh, cuck. Watch with your ears." More rustling—her thong sliding down her thighs. "Now I'm naked, baby. Jake's shoving his fingers into my soaked pussy. Two at once, stretching me wide. You could never do that without lube."

Jake's voice boomed, dominant and rough. "This cunt's dripping for me. Hubby's got you all loosened up for my cock?"

"Yes!" Lisa cried. "Finger-fuck me rough. Make me squirt on his pathetic face."

The sounds intensified—wet schlicks of fingers plunging deep, her hips bucking. Lisa's voice turned frantic. "Oh god, Jake, right there! Your fingers are so thick, hitting my G-spot... Mark, he's owning me! I'm gonna... fuck, I'm cumming!"

Her body slammed forward, and suddenly hot liquid exploded across my blindfolded face—her squirt, gushing in forceful jets from Jake's relentless fingering. It soaked the scarf, dripped down my chin, into my open mouth. Salty, musky, pure her. I gasped, aroused beyond belief, my cock leaking steadily as she shuddered and squirted again, painting my cheeks and neck.

"Fuck, look at him," Jake laughed. "Dripping like a bitch in heat."

Lisa panted, wiping a strand from my lips. "Good boy. That's just the appetizer."

My face glistened with her release, the blindfold clinging wetly. I was humiliated, drenched, and hornier than ever. This was escalation—pure, filthy bliss.

Jake didn't waste time. "Bend over, slut. Face your cuck so he hears every thrust."

I heard Lisa position herself doggy-style on the bed, right in front of my chair, her knees spreading wide. The mattress creaked under Jake's weight as he knelt behind her. "Beg for it," he commanded.

"Please, Jake, fuck me deep. Show Mark how a real man pounds."

His cockhead slapped her ass, then—schlorp—the thick slide of him entering her. Lisa wailed, "Oh my god, it's splitting me open! So much bigger than hubby. Nine inches buried to the hilt, balls-deep on the first thrust."

Smack-smack-smack—the brutal rhythm started, skin on skin, her pussy slurping greedily around him. "Harder!" she screamed. "Tell him, Jake—tell my cuck how loose she's getting."

"Her hole's gripping me like a vice," Jake grunted, hips pistoning. "But it'll be a sloppy wreck for you later, tiny dick. Listen to that cream? She's creaming all over my fat cock."

I begged, voice hoarse. "Describe it, please! Is he bigger? Does it feel better?"

Lisa moaned between thrusts. "So much better, baby. He hits spots you can't reach. My clit’s throbbing—rub it, Jake!"

His hand slapped down, fingers circling furiously. The pace quickened, bed slamming against the wall. Her voice broke. "I'm gonna squirt again... but not yet. Switch me—missionary. I want my legs around you while I drench hubby's face."

They flipped seamlessly. Lisa's back hit the mattress with a whoosh, legs wrapping around his waist. "Yes, pound me like that! Deep, baby—fuck me through the mattress!"

The new angle made everything louder—his balls slapping her ass, her tits jiggling with each brutal plunge. "Mark, he's railing me missionary now, eyes locked on mine. Your cock never fills me like this. Beg for details, cucky."

"Every one!" I pleaded, face still slick from her first squirt. "How big is he inside you?"

"Enormous," she gasped. "Stretching my walls, owning my cervix. Jake, make me explode on his blindfolded face!"

Jake ramped up, grunting like a beast. "Take it, whore. Squirt for your bull while hubby's tied up like a loser."

Her body tensed—I heard the quiver in her thighs. "Cumming! Fuck, yes—squirting!" A massive gush erupted, her pussy contracting around his cock as she unleashed a torrent straight at me. Hot, forceful sprays hit my blindfold, my nose, my mouth—drenching me anew, pooling on my chest, my untouched cock twitching wildly. She squirted explosively, wave after wave, Jake still hammering through it, prolonging her orgasm until she was a babbling mess.

Blindfolded hubby—that was me—listening helplessly as wife squirted on my face from bull's pounding. The tagline of our night, etched in my soaked skin.

Jake roared, pulling out with a wet pop. "Tits out, slut—where I cum."

Lisa knelt before him, voice sultry. "Cover me, bull. Mark, listen—he's stroking that monster cock."

Ropes of thick cum splattered—her gasp of delight as it painted her heaving breasts, dripping down her cleavage. "So much more than you ever shoot, baby."

She stood, wobbly-legged, and approached me. Gentle fingers untied the blindfold, peeling the soaked scarf away. My eyes blinked open to the sight: Lisa's tits glazed with Jake's massive load, her pussy red and gaping, lips swollen. Jake stood behind her, smirking, cock still semi-hard and glistening with her juices.

"Look at your wife, cuck," Jake said. "Ruined for you."

Lisa scooped a thick glob of cum from her nipple, holding it to my lips. "Open wide, grateful boy. Taste what a real man gives me."

I obeyed, sucking her fingers clean—salty, bitter, humiliating perfection. She fed me more, smearing the rest across my lips. "Good hubby. This seals it. More bulls soon?"

"Yes," I whispered, spent without cumming. "Please."

Jake chuckled, zipping up. "Call me anytime. Your hubby's hooked."

As he left, Lisa untied my wrists, kissing my cum-smeared forehead. We collapsed on the bed, her body sticky against mine. "That was incredible," I murmured.

She grinned, wiping a final squirt streak from my cheek. "Yeah. But next time, maybe invest in a rain poncho for your corner."

I burst out laughing, the intensity shattered. "Noted. Wouldn't want to drown before the encore."