Becca Bellamy
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As Good as a First Date Can Be
🕑 Added 2025-10-13 04:17:13 +0000 UTC“Are you sure about this?” your wife asked as you pulled up to the bar where she was due to meet the man she’d chosen to cuckold you with.
“I am,” you said. “Are you?” You put the car in park and looked at your radiantly beautiful wife. She’d put in a great deal of effort to look good for her potential bull and that effort had paid off.
“I’m nervous,” she replied. “Really nervous, in fact.”
You took her hand, squeezed it gently, and said, “He’s going to love you, I promise. You look more beautiful than you ever have and he’s going to find you utterly irresistible.”
She smiled and leaned over to give you a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t think I could do this without you by my side,” she said. “I don’t think I’d feel comfortable. Promise you’ll be there for me. Promise you won’t even leave me to go to the bathroom.”
“I’ll be there the whole time,” you said. “I promise.”
Your wife smiled and you got out of the car and headed into the bar. You found her potential bull sitting at a booth in the corner. Three drinks sat on the table. He’d ordered for you. You slid into the booth and your wife slid in next to you. You both smiled at him and your wife nervously sipped her drink.
“You look stunning,” he said to your wife. “Your pictures didn’t do you justice.”
She smiled shyly and said, “Thank you. I was…to be honest, I was a little nervous you’d be disappointed with me.”
He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I find it hard to believe you’ve ever disappointed a man. You’re far too beautiful for that. I’d think most men would think themselves lucky to spend even a few moments with you.”
Your wife blushed at his well-delivered compliments, though you suspected that his good looks had something to do with her blushing as well. Your wife wasn’t the only one whose pictures didn’t do her justice.
“How would you feel about sitting next to me?” he asked.
Your wife didn’t even bother glancing your way. She simply moved to the other side of the booth without saying a word. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She looked so small next to him and the smile on her face made it obvious that she thoroughly enjoyed being that close to him.
“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered you a drink,” he said.
“No, I like that you ordered for me,” your wife replied. “I like…I like when a man takes charge.”
Your loins came to life at your wife’s comment, which struck you as decidedly sexual, like she’d already decided that she wanted the evening to end with him becoming her bull.
“Is your husband that kind of man?” he asked.
Your wife glanced at you, smiled, and looked back at him before she said, “No, he’s not.”
He smiled, reached up to caress your wife’s face, and leaned in. Their lips met for a kiss and you watched your wife open her mouth to signal that she’d welcome his tongue. The kiss deepened in an instant and she moaned. His hand moved from her face to one of her breasts as you watched with rapt attention and a stiff cock in your pants.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked at the conclusion of the rather lengthy, lusty kiss.
“Yes,” your wife said softly.
He turned to you and asked, “And did you like that?”
“Yes,” you admitted.
“Is your dick hard?” he asked.
You looked at your wife and saw a seductive smile on her face. “Yes,” you answered.
“So is his,” she replied as it seemed perfectly clear that her hand was between his legs.
Your wife’s potential bull – likely bull, at that point – looked at you and said, “Go pull the car up to bar’s entrance. Your wife and I will be right out.”
Your wife’s desire to have you stay with her kept you in your seat as you looked at her for some sign that she wanted you to do as he requested. “You can go,” she said. “Don’t worry.”
You nodded and slipped out of the booth as he kissed your wife once more. This time he slipped his fingers down the top of her low cut dress and into the lace bra she’d put on for him. You watched him play with her breasts in the middle of a crowded bar for a few moments and then walked out and headed for the car. You got it started, backed out of the space, and pulled up to the entrance like you were their Uber driver. A few minutes later your wife and her bull – it seemed inevitable at that point – walked out. They shared yet another kiss on the curb and then he opened the door for her and they both got in the backseat.
“Take us to your place,” her bull instructed.
You put the car in drive and they started kissing before you’d hit the gas. You kept the music off and listened to a mixture of moans and kissing sounds as your cock throbbed while it seemed that your cuckolding was beginning to unfold in your car.
Your wife unzipped his pants – the sound of a zipper being lowered was unmistakable – and said, “Can I?”
“Of course,” he replied.
You couldn’t see it, but you were certain you heard her freeing his cock from his pants. Soon after you heard the distinct sound of her hand moving up and down his shaft.
“You’re so big,” she said.
“Yes, I am,” he replied. “And your hand feels so good.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“It does. Do you like the idea of making me feel good?” he asked.
“I do,” your wife replied.
“Then I’d like you to take me in your mouth,” he said.
A moment later the sound of a blowjob filled your car. You gripped the steering wheel as your arousal threatened to become a distraction.
“That’s good,” he said. “That’s exceptionally good, in fact. You really do want to make me feel good, don’t you?”
Your wife moaned around his cock, but it seemed that she was unwilling to pull her mouth from it. The blowjob continued for the entirety of the relatively short ride back to your place, though her bull managed to pull up her dress and finger your wife’s exceptionally wet pussy as well, ensuring that you were the only person in the car not receiving any direct pleasure.
You pulled into the garage, turned the car off, and looked into the backseat to see your wife greedily sucking his cock as he plunged his fingers into her pussy. You reached down to play with your stiffness through your pants and you would have been happy to stay there watching that beautiful show all night long.
“Let’s go inside,” her bull said.
Your wife reluctantly let his cock fall from her mouth and straightened her dress before they got out of the car and headed for the door.
“Can I get anyone a drink?” you asked once you were all inside.
“No,” he said. “We’re going to the bedroom. I intend on fucking your wife several times tonight, so you can serve us a drink after the first time.”
Your wife took his hand, led him up the stairs and down the hallway to your bedroom. He removed her dress and she happily unhooked her bra as he lowered her panties. His fingers penetrated her while they kissed. He played with her breasts and grasped her ass with his free hand and she seemed to melt into him.
“Get in the bed,” he said. Your wife did as instructed and he added, “Play with your pussy.”
She masturbated as he stripped. Her eyes wandered over his muscular chest and arms while he removed his pants and freed his big cock. She spread her legs as he walked towards the bed. He moved between them and her fingers found his cock and stroked him while they kissed.
He slipped inside her and your wife closed her eyes and moaned. He filled her slowly as she wrapped her arms around him.
Her eyes opened and she looked at you. She smiled at the sight of the bulge in your pants and moaned as he began to fuck her slowly. “You can leave,” she said, “and close the door on your way out.”
Your mouth fell open as your wife banished you from your bedroom so she could cuckold you. You stood still as if your feet were encased in concrete, in large part because you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to watch.
“Do as you’re told,” he said with his cock buried inside your wife. “If she wants you to watch, she’ll let you know. Now leave and close the door on your way out.”
An unexpected sense of pleasure coursed through your body as you turned and left the bedroom. You closed the door, leaned against the wall, and sank until you were seated on the floor. You listened to your wife’s moans as another man fucked her. You rubbed your cock through your pants, but you didn’t bother taking it out. After all, he’d said he intended on fucking her multiple times that night, so perhaps you’d get a chance to watch and masturbate before the night was over. You could only hope.
