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Diary of a Bull - Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-09-28 04:51:41 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Drew offers the details of his second date with Molly and Stuart, his new hotwife and cuckold couple. He shares some of his philosophies on being a good bull, too, and of course all three of them have an exceptionally good time in furthering their exploration of this beautiful fantasy.
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As a general rule, I don't like to let too much time pass between the first and second time I satisfy a new hotwife. This is largely because being cuckolded is often a difficult emotional experience for a man.
The heights of pleasure a cuckold reaches are directly related to the risk being taken. As I'm sure you know, he's quite literally letting a sexually superior man satisfy his wife. She's climaxing harder than she does with her husband, and that sort of thing can wreak havoc on a marriage after the fact as the insecurity that crops up can be too much for the cuckold to handle.
That's why I insist that I meet the couple again before a week has passed. Sometimes, depending on the guy, I try to meet them again in just a few days time. If you were uncharitable you could say that I was trying to get the cuckold hooked on the thrill of the experience before he wises up to the risk, but I'm not going to be uncharitable with myself. Instead, I'm going to say that I want to show him the intense pleasures of seeing his fantasy come to life before he destroys it by letting his insecurity win out.
I didn't get the impression that Stuart was the sort of cuckold that would fold to his insecurity in just a few days time, which is why I waited a week before seeing him and Molly again. I did, however, stay in touch via text and the occasional phone call. In particular I had Stuart massage his wife's feet and legs while I talked to her. I did not allow her to put me on speaker as I wanted her cuck to listen to only one half of the conversation, but we did talk dirty during each of our two phone calls that first week. There was plenty of dirty texting, too, including while Molly was at work. I instructed her to screenshot the texts, though, and send them to her cuckold husband.
The key is to keep the cuck in a state of arousal. There will still be insecurity, of course, but if he's turned on then he's likely to overlook it because he wants so desperately to reach those beautiful heights of cuck pleasure where he watches his wife have an orgasm while I'm inside her.
Equally important, of course, is that the hotwife be eager to see me again. That's why I get in touch, why I try and stoke the flames of her desire by having her think about the sex we've already had. In Molly's case, it was reminding her about how good it felt to be bent over the hood of her husband's car while I fucked her from behind, while I fucked her in a way her husband literally never had. It was also about ensuring that Stuart and Molly connected repeatedly over their mutual enjoyment of our first time together, which sometimes happens on its own but is guaranteed if I'm literally talking to her or texting instructions.
Before our second meeting, I instructed both Molly and Stuart to refrain from cumming for two days. I also instructed them to arouse each other on both of those days to ensure they were both eager for the kind of pleasure I could offer.
I had Stuart dress his wife the night of the date. I told him to select lingerie he thought I might like along with a dress and heels that would show off his wife's alluring figure. I was already in a booth when they showed up at the cocktail bar I'd selected for the night. I waved them over and watched Stuart take his wife's hand as they walked towards me. I noted that Molly largely kept her eyes on me, a surefire sign that she was eager for the particular kind of pleasure I intended on offering them that night.
As they approached the booth - which was in the darkest corner of the bar - I stood to greet them. I nodded at Stuart and gestured towards the booth. He released his wife's hand and sat down. I stepped closer to Molly, reached up to brush her hair behind her ear, and kissed her slowly and deeply. At first she seemed a little surprised at the sudden act of affection, but she quickly pressed her body into mine and opened her mouth to offer her tongue. She moaned, too, ensuring that I understood that she was turned on, that she wanted me, that perhaps she liked that I was kissing her in that manner in front of her husband.
Molly and I sat on the same side of the booth and I put my hand on her thigh. She had on a pair of stockings and I made sure that my fingers traveled above their lace tops and caressed the soft, warm skin of her thighs as we both looked across the table at her husband.
"Did you enjoy watching your wife kiss me, cuck?" I asked.
Stuart nodded. "I did. I'm...I'm hard."
"Is that because you could see how much she enjoyed the kiss? Because she made it perfectly clear how badly she wants me?"
"Yes," he admitted before looking at his wife. "I hope it's okay to say that I think it's been a long time since you kissed me that way."
Molly seemed a bit sheepish, looking away for a moment before meeting her husband's gaze. "I'm sorry."
Stuart reached across the table. "Don't be sorry. The whole point of this is for you to have great sex. Great, mind blowing sex. The kind that makes you wet when you think about it. The kind that makes you lose control of yourself, in a way. That's what made the kiss so hot."
Our waiter arrived and we ordered drinks, all while I caressed Molly's leg under the table. I could see that her chest was already flushed red with desire and I was certain that her pussy was soaked.
"Did you enjoy dressing your wife for me, cuck?" I asked after the waiter walked away.
He nodded. "Very much so. It was so hot knowing that I was helping her into the lingerie that you might fuck her in."
"And what about you, Molly? How did it feel to have your husband dress you for another man's pleasure?"
I moved my fingers towards her pussy as I asked the question and she moaned softly as her eyelids fluttered.
"It was...strange but hot, I guess?"
I leaned in to kiss her neck. She moaned again and I remained silent as I waited for her to elaborate.
"I...I'm still adjusting to all of this, I think. I still struggle a little with the idea that Stuart is actually turned on by all of this. I keep wondering if he's doing it for my sake and he's going to end up resenting me for having sex with you, or saying things to him that I hope he wants to hear. I just...it's all really hot, but I do admit that I'm a little scared that at some point he's going to reveal that he's upset with me for something."
"No, never," Stuart said. "Molly, I swear, this is the hottest thing I've ever experienced and I was...I was so turned on dressing you tonight. It's hard to explain because it's not like I had this raging boner, but there's just something about this kind of arousal where it feels like my whole body is flooded with it, like I'm floating in it...it's the most incredible experience."
She smiled at her husband. "That's actually a pretty good explanation of how I felt tonight while you were dressing me. Just...just floating in arousal."
"And what were you thinking about as you were floating in that arousal?" I asked.
Molly looked at Stuart for a few seconds and then turned to me as her hand made its way between my legs. "I was thinking about you. About having...about getting fucked by you. I know I told you on the phone how good it felt to be..."
She went quiet, like she was embarrassed to say it, so I jumped in. "How good it felt to be bent over and taken from behind by a real man?"
I pressed my fingers against her panties and she closed her eyes, moaned softly, and nodded.
The waiter returned with our drinks and I returned to merely caressing her stocking-clad legs. I raised my glass and they did the same. We toasted to a night of pleasure. Stuart and Molly looked at each other and smiled before sipping their cocktails. They both then looked at me.
"A toast to our bull," Stuart said. "Thank you for being everything we could have hoped for."
We all sipped again and then Molly set her drink down and kissed me with intense fervor. She stroked me through my slacks as she did so. She had me hard in no time as there's nothing quite like a passionate kiss from a hotwife to get a man going. I could practically feel her need to be fucked in a manner her husband simply couldn’t fuck her.
A bull's time with a couple shouldn't be entirely about sex. I'm dating them, in a way, and it's good to get to know them, which is why I our conversation wasn't entirely sexual that night. I asked about their lives, their jobs, their hobbies, the vacations they've been on through the years, the things they do for fun. I like getting to know new people, but it's also about being better in my role as a bull, and the better I know the couple overall the more I can tailor our experiences together to meet their needs along with mine.
We finished our first cocktails and ordered seconds. Once they arrived, I had Stuart take his drink to the bar so I could spend a little time alone with Molly.
"So, how is Stuart really doing with all of this?" I asked.
She looked a little surprised, but a smile quickly followed. "Really good, actually. I've noticed a few moments of insecurity. There was a conversation that almost elevated into a fight where he saw that you and I had exchanged a few texts about that Netflix show. I thought about what you'd said, though, about how non-sexual moments between you and me would be much more likely to throw Stuart off and we managed to avoid a full-blown fight."
"That's good."
"You really care, don't you?" she asked.
"I played with one couple where the marriage didn't hold up. It was probably on its way to an end before I got involved, but it was awful and since then I've gone to greater lengths to make sure that I'm not a catalyst for divorce with any of the couples I play with. It's just not worth it."
She kissed me on the cheek. "Our marriage is strong, Drew. It always has been. I wouldn't have even considered making Stuart's fantasy a reality if it wasn't. I really like that you care, though."
I reached up to caress her face. She closed her eyes at my touch and I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met, but this wasn't a wild, passionate kind of kiss. This was something a lot closer to romantic. It was spectacular, though. I closed my eyes and sank into it. I kept it at just a kiss, too, keeping my hands largely to myself as our tongues met, as she moaned softly, as I did the same.
"Wow," she said afterwards.
"Yeah. That was a hell of a kiss."
I looked at Stuart, who was watching us from the bar with a mixture of jealousy and arousal on his face. That was to be expected, though, as I'd just shared a relationship-style kiss with his wife. He didn't come over, though. He didn't lose his mind. He remained seated.
"Go kiss your husband," I said. "Then, assuming it's true, whisper into his ear about how badly you want me to fuck you. Tell him that I've requested that you go to the bathroom to remove your panties. Tell him that you'll give him your panties when you return, then come back to me."
Molly kissed me softly, slid out of the booth, and walked to her husband. They kissed deeply. She whispered into his ear. She walked towards the bathroom. I nodded at Stuart and then turned to my drink, paying him no attention whatsoever until Molly was by my side again.
"Is your husband holding your panties like a good cuck?" I asked as she sat next to me.
"He is."
I put a hand on her thigh. I ran my fingers over her stocking and the lace top. I inched slowly towards her pussy and she spread her legs a little wider. I caressed her labia and rubbed her clit for a few moments. I penetrated her with my index finger, exploring the intense wetness I found while kissing her neck. I added a second finger and began to work her pussy slowly as she turned her head to try and kiss me.
"Do you want me, Molly?"
"More than anything," she said. "Do you want me?"
"I do, and I'm going to have you multiple times tonight."
"Really?"
"Yes. It would be a shame to fuck you just once when I can go multiple times in a night. Can I have you more than once, Molly? Can I enjoy your beautiful body and your tight, wet pussy two or three times tonight?"
"You can have me as many times as you want me, Drew."
There's a chance a woman has never uttered those words to you, dear reader. If so, you're really missing out as it's among the hottest things a man can hear, and it left my dick rather hard as I reveled in the notion that Molly was eager - maybe even desperate - to have me inside her, to experience the pleasure that only I could give her.
I looked at Stuart and beckoned him to join us once more. He hurried over and slid into the booth. I pulled my fingers from his wife's pussy and dipped them in his drink. Molly then sucked them clean, doing so in a rather pornographic manner while staring at her husband.
The conversation shifted back to vanilla topics as we finished our drinks. We talked about our favorite recent TV shows and movies. I briefly mentioned being a fan of taking a hotwife to the movies and fooling around while her husband sits a few rows in front of us, a notion that seemed to delight both of them.
"We're going back to my place," I said after we'd finished our drinks and paid the check. "I'm driving, though, and you two are going to be the back seat. You'll do exactly as you're told. Do you understand?"
They both nodded and we headed for the parking lot. I put my arm around Molly and we walked out ahead of Stuart. I held her close and at one point grabbed her ass, knowing full well that her cuck husband would thoroughly enjoy every second of it.
I got behind the wheel and Molly and Stuart slid into the backseat. I turned to look back at them and saw him caressing his wife's legs as she looked at me.
"I'm going to take you to my bed tonight, Molly. I'm going to fuck you in my bed. I'm going to do so while your cuck husband watches from his knees. I'm going to satisfy you in ways no man ever has. I'm going to demonstrate exactly why you need a bull in your life and why Stuart is inferior as a lover."
Stuart seemed wildly aroused at the idea. A few drinks can really help bring out a man's inner cuck, though.
"While I drive us to my house, I'd like you, Stuart, to suck on your wife's toes. No taking her stockings off. Remove her heels and suck on her toes while you caress her legs."
"Of course."
I looked at Molly. "I'd like you to masturbate while he sucks your toes. I'd like you to think about me while you masturbate. You may not cum, though. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
I put the car in reverse and backed out of the space. I drove towards my house. I listened to the sounds of toe sucking and masturbation from the back seat. I was turned on at the idea of fucking Molly, of course, but I was also thrilled with the idea that they'd both been eager to do exactly as they were told. Part of the fun of being a bull, of course, is that I get to exert a certain level of control, a level that grows as the couple's trust in me grows.
I pulled into my garage and looked back to see Stuart with all five of his wife's toes in his mouth. Molly looked delighted as she watched him - and I really liked that she was watching him - and I was pleased that her other foot was between his legs and massaging his cock and keeping him in an elevated state of arousal.
I got out of the car and opened Molly's door. She stepped out and into my arms. She kissed me with desperation, her desire enhanced by nearly twenty minutes of slow masturbation and toe sucking fun with her husband.
"I need to get fucked, Drew. I need to get fucked so badly."
I lifted the bottom of her dress and slipped three fingers into her. She stroked me through my slacks. We engaged in yet another deep kiss and she sucked vigorously on my tongue.
"Let's go inside."
I took Molly inside and Stuart followed. I stopped at the bottom of the staircase, looked at the cuck, and said, "You're going to wait in the living room until you can hear the sounds of sex coming from my bedroom. Then - and only then - are you allowed to join us. Once you step into my bedroom you'll remove all of your clothes and get on your knees at the foot of the bed. You will watch from the position until your wife cums on my cock, at which point you will crawl to the side of the bed. Do you understand?"
"I do. I do."
I took Molly upstairs. We stepped into my bedroom and kissed as we undressed each other. I stepped back to admire her lingerie - a bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set - and noted that Stuart had done an excellent job in picking something I'd enjoy. Molly seemed utterly thrilled that I liked how she looked and she did a little dance for me as she approached. She took my cock in her hand, kissed me while stroking it, and then fell to her knees without prompting.
"You look good on your knees," I said.
She smiled and took my cock in her mouth.
"Fuck...you look even better with my dick in your mouth."
Molly put in a great deal of effort as she blew me. I moaned a little, doing so loud enough that Stuart could hear. I wanted him to know something was happening. I wanted him to debate if he should come upstairs. I wanted him to sit on my couch and be filled with desire and frustration and pleasure and all the things that a cuckold feels.
It was when Molly lifted my cock and dropped a little lower to suck on my balls that I felt utterly confident that she would be an incredible hotwife, that I had lucked out in finding her and Stuart, as most hotwives don't suck balls without being prompted to do so. Molly wanted to please me, though. She wanted to show me that she was willing to do whatever it took to excite me. It worked, too, as watching her suck my balls while my dick rested across her forehead really turned me on.
"Get in the bed," I said.
Molly did as instructed while I put on a condom. I moved between her legs and we kissed as I rubbed the head of my dick over her pussy lips. Then I slid into her slowly. She moaned the whole time until I'd bottomed out. I kissed her neck and tits. I ran my fingers through her hair. I shifted my hips a little to grind my crotch into her clit.
"Please, Drew, fuck me," she begged.
I smiled. I like it when a hotwife is desperate for my dick. I fucked her, of course. I fucked her slow at first, increasing my pace as I felt her pussy relax around my thickness. Stuart showed up fairly quickly, as expected. I kissed Molly deeply the moment he walked in the room. I fucked her harder, too. I wanted all of her attention focused on me, on the pleasure happening as I filled her. I wanted Stuart to have to confront the idea that he didn't matter in the slightest, at least in the moment. I wanted him to grapple with those feelings while being overwhelmed with desire, as a cuckold often has to deal with the notion that his wife isn't thinking about him as she gets fucked.
Molly came not long after Stuart took his place at the foot of the bed. Her whole body shuddered beneath me as I fucked her through her orgasm and then slowed my thrusts.
Stuart crawled to the side of the bed. I looked over at him and so did Molly.
"Take his hand," I said to her. "Tell him how you feel."
Molly reached over and Stuart extended his hand. They looked at each other and she said, "I just had a better orgasm than any you've ever given me, Stuart. I love you for sharing your fantasy. I love you for being okay with it becoming reality. I love you for making sure that your wife is as happy as a woman could be, for sharing me with Drew, for being okay with the two of us embarking on this adventure together so I can finally get fucked by a real man."
I saw Stuart's shoulder move as he reached for his cock.
"No masturbating, cuck," I said.
For a moment his face was awash in frustration. Then it drifted away and he smiled.
"I love you, Molly. I'd do anything to make you happy."
I smiled as I thought of the many humiliating things I planned on making Stuart do.
"I need a new condom," I said. "To be as safe as possible. Get me one, Stuart."
I pulled out and sat back on my knees. I didn't really need a new condom, but it was fun to make Stuart get one.
He did so and moved to hand it to me. "Tear it open," I said.
He followed my instructions and tried to pass me the condom.
"What am I going to do with that?" I asked.
Stuart looked confused. "Uh, put it on?"
I laughed. "I already have a condom on. I can't very well put that one on until my cock is bare."
I said nothing as Stuart looked at my dick. Molly said nothing. The room was silent for a handful of seconds.
"Should I...should I take it off?" he asked.
"Yes, you should, cuck."
Stuart looked nervous, but of course he did. I was pushing him and perhaps a little further than he was comfortable going. He stood up. He moved into the bed on his knees. He reached towards my cock. He tried his best to remove the condom by grabbing the base with his fingernails, but he couldn't do it. He didn't want to touch my cock, but he'd have to.
"Stuart, you need to remove the condom or I'm not fucking your wife again tonight," I said.
"Take his condom off, Stuart," Molly chimed in. "Right now. It's not a big deal. Just do it."
His hand was shaking as he wrapped it around the base of my cock and slowly pulled the condom off.
"That's it, cuck. This is your place. You do as you're told to make me happy. You do as you're told to ensure that I'll fuck your wife."
He held the used - but not cum-filled - condom in one hand and tried to pass me the new one with the other.
"Stuart, do you really think I'm going to put on my own condom when there's a cuck in the room?" I asked.
Molly moved closer to her husband and kissed his neck. "You've already touched his dick, baby. It's no big deal to touch it again to put it on him. You're doing it for me and I love that. I love it so much."
Stuart touched my cock again, this time to put on a fresh condom. He was now a man who had handled another man's cock. He'd gone just a little further into one of the humiliating pleasures of being a cuck.
"That's a good cuck," I said. "That's a big step, Stuart, and it's far from the last time you'll do it, so wrap your head around it. You'll need to be okay with interacting with my cock because that's a cuckold's place."
He nodded, though he hardly looked comfortable with the idea.
"Molly, take the used condom and put it on your cuck's dick," I instructed.
She did so without hesitation and then kissed her husband with great passion. Then she chuckled. "The condom doesn't even come close to fitting you after he wore it. I didn't realize how much bigger his cock was than yours, though I guess that's part of why it feels so good when he fucks me."
Stuart wore a look of pure pleasure. Like most cucks, he likes being on the losing end of a size comparison.
"I'm going to fuck your wife several times tonight, cuck," I explained as Molly moved to her back once more. "I'm going to cum several times. I'm also going to give you a choice as to when you want to cum. You may, in fact, do so at any time. You will do so into the condom and you will throw it out immediately upon finishing your orgasm. You will also leave the room and wait in my living room as soon as you've cum, even if you have to wait for hours while I have my way with Molly's body."
She moaned and rubbed her pussy.
"Now get on your knees next to the bed," I said. "And live out your cuck fantasy while I fuck your wife as I please."
Stuart got on his knees. I fucked his wife. He managed to hold off on cumming, much to my surprise. I came while inside Molly. She had two more orgasms. Stuart came quickly when Molly and I fucked again, this time with her on top. He left the room and waited in my living room for nearly two hours as I enjoyed his wife's body and gave her so many orgasms she lost count.
It was an incredible night that built a foundation for all the fun that would come as I further developed my relationship with my new cuckold couple.
