Having my way with my bull’s friend right after we met

First 3some without my husband

Recently, I connected with a bull who lives fairly close to me. For the past couple of months, we’ve been meeting once a week—either taking private walks or spending time at his apartment. The other night, he invited me over, and I happened to be just a couple of minutes away when I texted him, “Hey, I’m actually 2 minutes from you.”

He replied, “Cool, can you drive around before pulling up?”

I missed that message and pulled up to his apartment anyway. Before I could text or back out, he came outside and waved me in.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, just had a friend over. Hope that’s cool; he was just leaving.”

As I walked inside, I locked eyes with his friend. He was undeniably attractive.

“Hi, I’m R. I think we might know each other,” he said, his tone smooth.

“I’m Q. Yeah, from that event,” I replied, piecing it together.

“Yes, I remember now. We were all talking about how hot you are.”

“Oh, really?” I teased.

“Hey, slow down, man—she’s married,” K interjected.

“Yeah, and that never stopped you,” R shot back with a smirk.

I laughed. “No, my husband and I have an open marriage.”

“Oh, so this is the one you told me about,” R said, grinning mischievously.

“Excuse me?” I teased. “Please, tell me more.”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” K replied, shaking his head.

“All he said was he was hooking up with this sexy married chick who just wants to have fun and go home to her family,” Richard admitted.

“That’s exactly right,” I said with a playful smile.

“So your husband knows about this?” Richard asked.

Right then, my phone rang—it was my husband. “Hey, I just stopped over at Ken’s place on my way home,” I told him. He knew what that meant and told me to have fun before reminding me to grab a few things on my way back.

After I hung up, Richard asked more questions about my marriage, clearly intrigued. As I explained, I noticed him checking me out, his interest obvious. I leaned in, flirting subtly, but as I touched his arm, he seemed momentarily flustered.

“So, are you in a relationship?” I asked, pulling back slightly.

“No, I’m not looking for one, either,” he replied.

“Haha, neither am I,” I said with a wink.

“Sorry, Ken, I’m hitting on your friend here,” Richard said boldly.

“Hey, you’re free to do whatever you want,” Ken replied casually.

I smiled, set up my phone to record a video for my husband, and looked at Richard

“So, what’s your number?” he asked.

I added my number to his phone and texted myself. “There,” I said.

“I’m gonna head out,” Richard said, standing up.

“No, stay,” I said, locking eyes with him. “If Ken doesn’t mind.”

Ken nodded. “That’s cool.”

I pulled Richard closer and started kissing him, my hands exploring as I reached for Ken. “Take your pants off,” I whispered. “Both of you.”

Within moments, I was on my knees, their thick, hard cocks in each hand. I teased them both, running their lengths across my lips, savoring the weight and warmth. I took turns with them, my mouth stretched wide as I tried to take in as much as I could.

“You like big black cock, don’t you?” Richard groaned, his voice thick with arousal.

I didn’t respond with words—just actions—showing him exactly how much I enjoyed it.

From there, the heat escalated. I stripped off my pants and let Richard guide me onto his thick cock, feeling him stretch me deliciously as I sank down onto him. I lost myself in the pleasure, riding him hard, our moans filling the room.

When Richard finished, I wasted no time, taking every drop of his release in my mouth before turning my attention to Ken. Leaning over the countertop, I invited him to take me from behind, his cock filling me deeply, pushing me to another climax.

Before long, I realized I had to go. “I need to pick up J,” I said breathlessly, pulling myself together.

Ken smirked. “You just happened to text me at the perfect time,” he teased as I grabbed my things.

Before leaving, I called my husband and told him every detail, savoring the thrill of sharing the experience with him. Later, while walking through the store, I texted Ken “I feel you dripping down my leg. I’m so wet”

Until next time