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The Dominant Bull - Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-09-21 06:23:45 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
“So, how did it go?” Autumn asked.
Emmett saw that his wife was trying to conceal her excitement at the prospect of him finally finding her a dominant bull, but she wasn’t doing a particularly good job. He liked that, though. He was a little conflicted about her and Warrick being together – Warrick had promised he’d fuck Emmett’s face at some point, after all – but there was no question in his mind he was the sort of man that Autumn had requested.
“He’s the right man,” Emmett said.
“Then what’s the problem?” Autumn asked.
“Problem? Why do you think there’s a problem?” Emmett replied.
“Emmett, honey, I can see it in your face and body language,” she said. “You should be excited about the prospect of your fantasy finally coming true, but you’re apprehensive. Or nervous, maybe.”
Emmett wasn’t about to tell his wife what Warrick had said, but she’d read his body language correctly so he needed to say something. He joined Autumn on the couch, took a deep breath, and said, “I watched him work his magic in the diner.”
“Work his magic?” Autumn asked.
“He basically seduced one of the waitresses. He said he could tell she was a submissive the moment he walked into the place and it wasn’t more than ten minutes before she was sitting next to him and getting fingered. Right in the middle of the restaurant. She didn’t even think twice about it. She sat down, she let him tease her a little, and then he fingered her to an orgasm,” Emmett explained.
“Wow,” Autumn said. “Really?”
“I know. It seems crazy, but it happened. Not only that, he made her suck his fingers clean after she’d cum and she didn’t even hesitate. I swear, she looked excited,” Emmett said. “Then, after she’d left, he said he was going to take the waitress to the bathroom and make her beg for the pleasure of sucking his cock.”
“Wow,” Autumn said once more.
Emmett looked over to see what he was quite certain was a look of lust on his wife’s face. She’d parted her thighs a little, too, perhaps in a way she hadn’t even noticed.
“Has someone ever done something like that with you?” he asked. “Have you had that sort of experience where you feel really submissive? Is that why you want to be with a dominant guy?”
Autumn shook her head. “I’ve never had an experience like that, which is precisely why I want to try it.”
A surprising sense of insecurity ripped through Emmett and he studied his wife’s face and saw genuine desire. “I could be dominant,” he said.
“No, you couldn’t,” Autumn replied in a matter-of-fact manner. “You could act dominant, but you’d be pretending. It’s not the sort of thing a man can learn, Emmett, at least not the real kind of dominance. The guy you met today, he didn’t learn to be dominant like that. He didn’t learn to spot that the waitress was submissive. He just knows. It’s an innate thing for him. It’s not innate for you. A dominant man doesn’t have a fantasy like yours. A dominant man might fantasize about fucking another man’s wife, but he doesn’t fantasize about his wife fucking other people. Let’s be real.”
Emmett opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Autumn was right. He wasn’t naturally dominant. He wasn’t naturally submissive either, but he wasn’t the kind of guy that could spot a submissive woman or could convince her to sit next to him in a booth and spread her legs to be fingered. Emmett had never been that way.
“Are you really submissive? I mean, have you always wanted to be with a dominant man? Why haven’t you mentioned it before? We’ve been together for a long time,” Emmett said. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that his wife had been hiding this particular desire from him for years.
Autumn answered by unbuttoning her jeans and working them down to her knees. Her panties followed and she grabbed Emmett’s hand and placed it between her legs. He felt the heat first and when she pushed his fingers against her labia Emmett slipped one inside. Autumn was soaking wet.
“Does that answer your question?” she asked.
“Is this because of the story about the waitress?” Emmett said as he gently moved his finger in and out of his wife’s wet pussy.
Autumn nodded. “You know I didn’t have a ton of experience before I met you, Emmett, so I don’t really know if I’m submissive or if that story is naughty in just the right way, but I’m really turned on right now and I take that as a good sign.”
Despite his misgivings about Warrick, Emmett couldn’t help but get caught up in Autumn’s desire. After all, her arousal was effectively for another man, which meant Autumn was, in a roundabout way, turned on at the idea of cuckolding Emmett, which was his ultimate goal.
With the notion of making his fantasy a reality situated at the top of his mind, Emmett took Autumn’s jeans and panties off and got on his knees between her legs. She smiled as he pulled her ass to the edge of the couch and kissed the soft, warm skin of her inner thighs.
“Warrick took the waitress to the bathroom before I left,” Emmett said between kisses. “He walked up to her, said a few words, and she went with him without question. She didn’t need to be convinced, Autumn. Warrick had such a hold on her that she happily went with him and I suspected she knew what was going to happen.”
Emmett unleashed his tongue on Autumn’s clit and she closed her eyes and moaned. She reached under her shirt and played with her breasts as Emmett looked up and saw pure lust on his wife’s face.
“Do you think she did what he wanted?” Autumn asked. “Do you think she begged for the pleasure of sucking his cock?”
“Yes,” Emmett answered as he rubbed Autumn’s clit with the tip of his finger. “I think she did. I think she got on her knees and begged to suck his cock. I think she would have done just about anything for Warrick. I saw how turned on she was while he was fingering her. I saw how eagerly she sucked his finger clean when he was finished. I think there’s no question she got on her knees and sucked his cock.”
Autumn moaned and arched her back in the way she so often did as she approached an orgasm.
“Is that what you want?” Emmett asked as his finger continued to dance over Autumn’s clit. “Do you want a dominant man to control you like that? Do you want him to have you so turned on that you drop to your knees and beg for the pleasure of sucking his cock?”
Autumn answered by cumming. She dug her fingers into the couch cushions and her body trembled with intense pleasure as her moans filled the living room while Emmett gently worked her clit until her climax had receded.
Autumn opened her eyes, smiled, and said, “Thank you for that. And I’m not entirely sure what I want, if I’m being honest. I just know that I want to try something new, and your fantasy means that I can do that and possibly make you a very happy man. Doesn’t that seem like a good thing?”
“It does,” Emmett admitted. He still had his misgivings – mostly related to Warrick’s confidence that Emmett would someday join Autumn on her knees – but his lust to be cuckolded was strong enough that Emmett was going to put those misgivings aside and proceed. “So, should I make a date with you and Warrick?”
“You should,” Autumn replied. “This weekend, if possible.”
“Consider it done,” Emmett said.
Autumn laughed and Emmett looked up from his phone. She was all the way on the other end of the couch with her feet stretched out in front of her and she had a gleeful look on her face.
“What’s so funny?” Emmett asked.
Autumn looked up at him. “Oh, it’s just something Warrick sent me.”
“What is it?” Emmet asked.
Autumn offered a quick little frown and said, “You know you’re not allowed to read my texts with him. Not unless he gives explicit permission to show them to you. It’s not about you, though, so don’t worry.”
Emmett had gotten in touch with Warrick the night of their meeting at the diner to express Autumn’s interest in a date that weekend. Warrick had replied that she’d have to wait at least two weeks, but he asked for her number so they could text and talk as he desired. Though Emmett had been frustrated that he’d have to wait longer than he wanted for his wife to go on a date with another man, he happily offered Autumn’s number. The first thing Warrick did upon contacting her was insist that she keep their texts to herself. Autumn had happily gone along with his request, going so far as to ensure her phone was always locked so Emmett couldn’t see even if he got curious enough to try and snoop.
“Is there anything you can tell me about what you guys text about?” Emmett asked. After nearly two weeks of his wife trading messages – and the occasional phone call – with another man, he was eager to learn even the smallest detail with regards to what they talked about.
Autumn looked down at her phone and typed out a quick message. She sent it and looked up at Emmett. “I asked if I could share any of the details of our conversations with you.”
Emmett felt a small-but-potent rush of pleasure as he was once again reminded that his wife had surrendered the smallest amount of control to a man she’d never met. He’d experienced that same pleasure numerous times over the past two weeks and while he enjoyed it, it felt like something dangerous lurked below the surface.
Autumn’s phone buzzed in her hand and she looked up at Emmett and offered a playful frown. “Sorry, Warrick says you’re not allowed to know.”
It wasn’t lost on Emmett that Warrick was denying him something he craved. He couldn’t help but appreciate the would-be bull’s skill. It was all very playful, but Warrick had managed to get Autumn on board with denying Emmett this small pleasure and he’d seemingly done so without much effort. Of course that only deepened Emmett’s desire to read their texts and listen to their conversations, all of which occurred with Autumn in their bedroom.
“I can’t have even a hint?” Emmett asked.
“No, you can’t,” Autumn replied. Her phone buzzed again and Autumn smiled as she read the message. “Warrick says he has a task for you. Something that will assist in making your fantasy come true.”
“Really?” Emmett asked. “What is it?”
Autumn looked down at her phone and an even bigger smile broke across her face. “He says he wants you to go out and buy something for me to wear for him on our first date. He says he wants you to buy me a pair of crotchless panties, a demi cup bra that will leave my nipples exposed, and a pair of black lace top stockings.”
That didn’t seem like the sort of lingerie a woman typically wore on a first date, but Emmett reasoned that a first date with Warrick was likely to be anything but typical.
“Are you willing to do that, honey?” Autumn asked with a seductive smile on her face.
Emmett didn’t need to think about it. The lust swirling around his body was confirmation that he wanted to do that. “Absolutely,” he said.
Autumn typed out a short message to Warrick and he quickly replied. She looked up at Emmett with a seemingly gleeful smile and said, “There’s a condition.”
“What’s that?” Emmett asked.
“Warrick says that you need to ask one of the sales girls for help finding those specific items and that you need to tell her that you’re buying them because your wife has a date with another man,” Autumn explained.
A wave of discomfort washed over Emmett as he imagined telling a complete stranger that his wife was going on a date with another man. He imagined the look on her face and the embarrassment he’d feel. It nearly prompted him to refuse, but then Emmett imagined Autumn in a pair of crotchless panties, a demi cup bra, and stockings. She seemed eager to dress up for Warrick on their first date, which Emmett read as an eagerness for Warrick to see her in that lingerie on the date, which meant Emmett might very well be cuckolded the first time his wife went out with another man. It was enough to make him willing to suffer the embarrassment of telling a stranger his wife was going on a date with another man.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Emmett said.
Autumn texted her would-be bull and her phone buzzed just a few moments later. “He says you should go right now. He also says I can tell you that he and I are going to have phone sex while you’re gone. He says he’s going to have me describe how I would use my mouth to pleasure him.”
All Emmett could do was stare at his wife as she gleefully informed him of the fun she’d be having while he was gone. It wasn’t even so much what she was saying as it was the obvious joy on her face.
“You’re really going to do that?” Emmett asked. He just wanted to hear Autumn say it again. He wanted just a little taste of what it was like to be cuckolded.
“I am,” she replied. “I’m going to close my eyes and imagine it as I describe exactly how good I’d make Warrick feel if given the chance to suck his cock.”
Emmett’s cock surged to life in his pants and he leaned forward and moaned as an entirely new kind of pleasure quickly ripped through his loins.
“You should get going,” Autumn said. “I’m really wet and Warrick’s going to let me masturbate when we talk, so I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“You can get started right now,” Emmett replied. “I don’t mind.”
Autumn laughed. “I’m sure you don’t, but Warrick said you’re not allowed to listen, so you need to leave before he’ll call. So go. Now.”
Emmett wanted desperately to find a way to listen to the phone sex, but he knew Autumn wouldn’t go against Warrick’s desires. She was having too much fun playing along with her would-be bull’s instructions.
“Okay,” he said. “Well, have fun.”
“I will,” Autumn replied.
Emmett got off the couch, grabbed his wallet and keys, and headed for the garage. He paused by the door in the hope that Autumn would be eager enough to call Warrick that she’d do so before he left, but Emmett heart nothing.
He left the house, opened the garage door, and got in the car. Emmett felt a little precum leak from the tip of his thoroughly aroused cock as he backed out of the driveway. He couldn’t believe something as simple as knowing his wife was going to talk dirty to another man had gotten him so aroused, but there was no denying it.
As Emmett drove to the Victoria’s Secret he marveled at Warrick’s ability to exert control over Autumn without having met her. Through text and a few phone conversations he’d tapped into her submissive side and showed her just how much fun it could be to let him take control. He’d even managed to exert a little bit of control over Emmett via Autumn.
Emmett had no complaints, though. There were times when he was frustrated, but for the most part he found it thrilling when Autumn and Warrick texted, or when she went to the bedroom to talk to him while Emmett waited far enough away that he couldn’t even hear a muffled version of their conversation.
Emmett couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly excited for that first date, whenever it finally happened. It seemed impossible for it to be anything but thrilling to finally experience the joy of cuckolding. All Emmett had to do was willingly embarrass himself in front of a sales girl at Victoria’s Secret. That seemed like a small price to pay to make his fantasy come true.
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Can't wait for the continuation of this story. Wonderfully written 👍🏽
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Really looking forward to the continuation of this story!
