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."