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May 30, 2019
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May 30, 2019 Everyone has joined the conference room, and the leader is saying it is time to begin. I look at my watch and realize it is now two o’clock and things are beginning to happen not only in this meeting. My face reddens as I think about how she will answer the door. Usually, Cheri, my wife, makes me answer the door for the bulls and thank them for coming to pleasure my wife. It is just one more of the little things she adds to each experience to make me totally immerse into the cuckold role. Like I said, at first I really hated even the idea of what was happening between us, but now it arouses me so. Well, as much as I can be. And with the reddening of my cheeks, I do feel my small cock strain against the cage again. Just thinking about Cheri at the door kissing the bull is affecting me. I am only half listening to the meeting going on due to my thinking about it. I have learned from past experiences being in this same position when I know I can not offer my full attention. I have the recording feature running on my phone, so later I can force myself to pay attention to what I have missed from the meeting, so now I can allow my thoughts to wander. I just hope today I am not called on to comment and be caught inattentive. If I am, I will have to tell Cheri that it happened. She does have this control over me now. Any misdemeanor I commit I feel compelled to tell her about. In different ways, she will punish me for such behavior. The worst punishment for me is being made to sleep at her feet on the bed, or on the small rug by it. But when she calls me her pet, it does delight me for some reason. Now I am allowing myself to indulge and imagine all that is happening at home. She is clinging to him and kissing him. Her fingers caressing his face as she rubs her body against his crotch. I wonder what she is wearing. And my mind wanders down the path of its own; what is happening in this conference room does not exist. I can see Cheri in my imagination as if it is happening right in front of me. She is kissing and rubbing against the bull. She pulls him in through the front door. I always do worry that the<b> neighbors </font></b>might see the progression of men coming to our door and being welcomed in. What must they think? Damn, thinking about that only makes my tiny cock swell against the cage even more. Yes, he is in the house. They are kissing and kissing, his hand moves to her readily available and so wet pussy; she clutches his cock through his pants. But I know it will only be a moment or two before she is sliding her hands up to unbuckle and unzip his hard stallion cock to the open air. I imagine her squeezing it to make it even harder – unlike how she has ever squeezed me. In my mind’s eye, he is pulling her to the bedroom, by her hair. Not hard as that is something Cheri will not tolerate, but just enough for her to love knowing who is in control. Why can’t I ever offer this to my wife? I know at this moment she is full of lust and desire, and the bull is who is going to satisfy all her needs. I squirm more in my seat. And yes, a question is directed to me, it must be because they see me moving about. Luckily I am able to answer intelligently enough – now I am safe for the rest of the meeting to indulge myself in imagining the worst/best scenario going on. I am back in my dream world, or is it my nightmare world? I can see it all – he pulls Cheri to the bedroom, makes her lay on her back on the bed to take his huge hard cock into her mouth and throat. He rams it into her over and over, and she does choke some on it, but she allows him to do this to her. ‘Why?’ I wonder. In the past, Cheri would suck me some from time to time, but I knew I hardly filled her mouth, even when hard. She acted like she enjoyed it, but was it her just being nice to me? It did always feel so good, and I did feel bad when I would squirt so quickly from it. Then I would see the look of disappointment on her face that there would be nothing more ahead. Perhaps that is how this all started. Now though, imagining, he is so hard and thick, and he flips her over on her ass, her legs hanging down the side of the bed until he lifts them, and she is squatted on her knees. From behind, he begins to bang into her vag over and over, as in my head I can hear her moaning and crying out in ecstasy. Again and again, he thrusts into her. The only thing that makes all this tolerable is that I know with even unprotected sex Cheri does make sure all the bulls are clean and safe and that there is no chance of her getting pregnant – that would be unfathomable. I can see them banging over and over – him filling Cheri with his cum which is now dripping out of her onto the bed. I do not even want to think about what will await me when I get home tomorrow. Luckily, the meeting ends, and I try to clear my head. My early evening consists of drinks with the team and a group dinner which I pull out of after eating by eight o’clock. I have been shaking since the meeting thinking about what has happened this afternoon with my Cheri and the bull. Back in my room, I try to call her. But all I get is an extending ringing. She is not answering. Now I am in turmoil for the night. I need to get home as soon as I can. And as I fall into a fitful sleep, I remember back to the beginning even more.  |
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