I am not part of a ‘lifestyle.’ I am only one of the B’s in BBC. I’m allergic to the word hubby. The one tenet I subscribe to is that the only thing better than having you is taking you from someone else.

Jeff—Or maybe Geoff, he looked like the type—sat across from me at a brightly lit coffee shop. The unlucky bastard as the center of this. Clears in a month what I make in a year. Not unpleasant to look at, probably ran track or played tennis. Excellent hygiene. His clothes were expensive but he had a way of making them look mundane, like a store mannequin. Even his hair was a sandy sort of nothing. He was wallpaper.

And he was sitting next to the woman I wanted.

They made a conspicuous pair. Jeff in his $600 polo and the Apple Watch he probably used to track his cardio during sex, and Lily…

To say that she was stunning is a profound understatement. Her brown hair fell in millions of wide, lazy curls just below her neck. She was pale to Jeff’s beige hue. Her lips were dark red and parted in a beautiful, plump pout.

We both had blue eyes.

Where Jeff came dressed to discuss NVDIA share price, Lily’s big hoop earrings reminded me of the neighborhood girls where I grew up. Her big natural tits were graciously stuffed into a cropped black cami top, the hint of one pierced nipple faint against the fabric. She showed off her flat stomach and impossibly small waist, set against a long black skirt that reached her ankle and hugged her hips. Even while sitting, she couldn’t hide the big round ass she carried around. The ass she posted online for the digital abyss to ogle at, the one that I promised myself I’d claim.

She had a smattering of small tattoos, some stick and poked, all the result of some misadventure or flight of fancy. Where Jeff was ready for an afternoon in the Hamptons, Lily looked ready for a stroll around a cemetery followed by a late night bender around someone’s 5th floor walk up kitchen table.

They were here to find a Bull.

Jeff asks me where I’m from. I’m from here, I think, but I don’t answer him.

“Jesus Christ,” I blurted out, “You look immaculate. How do you just…exist?”

“Wait, you can see me?” Lily joked.

We smiled and held eye contact for a long moment. Wallpaper stayed silent like a good dog.

“You guys seem…”

“New to this?” Jeff chimes in.

“Incongruous,” I say.

Yin and Yang didn’t fit. They seemed like puzzle pieces from two different puzzles. Lily’s artist sensibility and grounded temperament, Jeff’s meal prep and aggressively managed crypto portfolio.

Lily leaned forward slightly and scratches an imaginary itch on her neck, flashed a wry smile. “We were college sweethearts.”

“Still are,” said Jeff.

“Jeff got a job offer and I was snorting all the cocaine in Boston and always had dreams of being a writer in the big city and we took a big leap. Been together for 7 years now.”

I did the math. Their profile said they were both 27. I mourned for all the lovers Lily turned down in the past 7 years, all the experiences she didn’t get to have.

“Are you really 38? You don’t look it.” Jeff asked.

I fixed my gaze on him, for the only time this afternoon, an olive branch and my way of rewarding the good dog for his flattery.

“Thank you, generally I avoid alcohol, the sun, and responsibility.” Lily smiled. Jeff merely nodded.

They spoke candidly of not wanting to feel like they were missing out. Of Lily wanting to experience a seduction more…out of step with Jeff’s temperament. Jeff sheepishly grinned when Lily spoke about exploring…cuckoldry…a word she lowered her voice several octaves to say.

“You’re not gonna like it,” I said.

“That’s kind of the point, right?” Lily said with a laugh.

Poor Jeff had no idea what he was signing up for. Maybe Lily did, but even she would eventually be shocked at the depths of her submission.

“I can handle anything,” Jeff said bravely. No he couldn’t. I’d make sure of that.

“Let me ask you a question,” I said to Lily. “Is the experience you want primarily physical or primarily mental?”

She seemed confused. I continued:

“There is no doubt a million men with baseball bat sized cocks who would be happy to fuck you on camera for your husband to beat his little cock to. Every man in this coffee shop adjusted his pants when you walked in. I doubt you’ve ever gone somewhere and not been offered a free drink or a marriage proposal. But if you want to be claimed—really claimed—you have to be willing to push yourself, to let me in your head, to give me something you’d never give him or anyone else in a million years.”

Lily blushed a little. I watched her pinch her thigh and she leaned in. “And what’s that?”

“Your submission. And his too.” I never took my eyes off her. She held my gaze and her eyes widened, searching, hanging on to words.

“Are you a tourist…or are you a good girl?”

There was a long silence. Jeff didn’t breathe. Finally:

“I’m a good girl.”

We both smiled. Jeff’s mouth slackened. The words hung in the air as long as we could stand. I felt my cock stiffen.

I gave Lily an almost imperceptible nod in Jeff’s direction. Catching on, she said, “Jeff, why don’t you grab me a scone?”

“They don’t have scones here.”

“I like the ones from across the street.”

Jeff didn’t move. He seemed shocked.

“And one for me too,” I offered.

He roused himself and silently slunk out the door.

Lily’s posture softened. I slid my chair closer to her, held her thigh gently. A tiny whimper barely escaped her lips.

We had texted furiously after matching, bonding over movies and fast food and quipped about starting a criminal enterprise. She said Jeff read her messages on the app but once we switched to text I suspected she no longer obliged him. She sent me a selfie from the dressing room of a department store, glorious sideboob cheekily spilling from a slinky little top. “Do you think I should ask for the next size up?” She messaged.

“I’ll block you if you do,” I texted back. “I like when you put on a show for me. I’d love to try you on in that dressing room.”

She didn’t respond for 36 hours. 36 painful hours. I learned later she made herself cum right there in the dressing room, wrapped her hand around her neck while she brought herself to orgasm.

I feared she got cold feet, or guilt at our instant connection. Maybe all she wanted was some big dicked idiot for some cardio, and I clearly was offering something else entirely. It wasn’t cheating, but.. maybe it was.

36 hours later, she texted me. “If we’re going to meet, you have to meet both of us.”

At the table, she put her hand over mine, guided it further up her thigh.

“Would you like to try your first mission?”

She nodded. “Fuck, I’m already wet.”

“Go to the restroom and wait. In 30 seconds, I’m going to come in and you’re going to pull out your big tits, drop to your knees, take me in your mouth, and finish me there in the bathroom.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Good, corrupting you will be my life’s work.” I leaned in and kissed Lily, moved my hand between her legs, a breath away from her now certainly wet underwear, and took a handful of her big perfect ass with the other. She kissed me back, our tongues flickered softly, just a few moments, but they felt like eternity.

I was hooked, and so was she. I broke the kiss and leaned back. Lily sat, stunned, before mustering all her courage, and smoothed her skirt and rose. She turned silently and headed for the bathroom. I watched her fat ass until she disappeared out of sight.

I sipped my americano, black. Looked at hers, also Americano, black. Then at Jeff’s caramel latte, napkin coaster underneath. I took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom. The door was unlocked. I pushed inside and locked it quickly behind me.

Lily had tried to steal a peak at herself in the mirror, tease her hair, but wheeled around when I came in and caught my eyes, nearly breathless, her courage wavering. We stood in silence for a moment, then:

“Show daddy how good you can be.”

From across the small bathroom, Lily’s resolve returned. She pulled either strap of her tiny silken shirt away, cupped her hands around her tits, and curled her fingertips under the top hem. She pulled it down.

Lily was stacked. Blessed with heavy, teardrop tits. Perfect, puffy cotton candy pink nipples. The one nipple ring I spied earlier gleamed like water in the desert. She blushed so hard even her pale tits bruised red.

“You are absolutely fucking incredible. I’m on fire.”

I loosened my belt, never breaking her gaze. She stiffened a bit, so I stopped too. Finally, she nodded, and inched close to me. With a last burst of courage, she dropped to her knees.

I pulled my cock out and she marveled at it, wrapped a tiny hand around the base, and kissed the tip.

I swelled completely in her hand. “You’re so—“

“I know. Now show me who the fuck you are.”

Lily parted her lips and took me down her throat, soaked my cock. She pulled back gently, spit cascading from her mouth, and added another hand. I backed against the locked door while she worshipped my cock.

“You’re bigger than him. You’re bigger than anyone I’ve ever had.”

“Just wait until I split you open for the first time. If you earn it.”

I tucked one hand in her hair to keep it pulled back, and gripped one of her tits with the other, teasing her nipple and handling her body like it was mine already. Because it was.

“You’re being such a good girl, taking care of daddy.” She sucked my cock eagerly, violently, like she needed it more than air. I watched myself in the mirror, the back of Lily’s head bobbing. I reached down and pulled up her skirt and admired her fat ass in the mirror. No underwear. Good fucking girl.

“You are fucking incredible. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Lily whimpered with my cock in her mouth. She dragged one hand away and greedily slid it between her legs, played with herself while she played with me. I felt myself getting close.

“Let me taste.”

She slid her fingers deep inside herself with a man, drew them out and inched up towards my mouth, never pulling my cock out of hers.

“I’m close,” I said.

She stole a glance up at me, watched as her delicate fingers gingerly entered my mouth. I licked them clean. “I knew you’d taste amazing.”

Lily could feel me pulsing. She put all her focus onto me. I put a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer. I moaned as the tension broke, as I came for her. I came in her mouth, and she greedily accepted it all, whimpering and cooing for me. I was completely out of breath. “Don’t swallow.”

We stayed there for a long moment, Lily licking my cock clean, then kissing it tenderly and grinning at every twitch I made. Finally, she rose and collapsed into my arms, her bare tits against my chest. I squeezed her big ass and kissed her neck.

“Show daddy, baby.”

Lily, the pale beauty, opened her mouth to show me my load. “You are a fast learner. That was incredible. Beyond incredible.” She blushed and smiled, my seed dribbling down her lips. I cleared it with my thumb and licked my load clean, then kissed her gingerly.

“I can’t wait to return the favor. You’re daddy’s girl now, baby. You were perfect. You are perfect.” She shuddered in delight and held me as I held her.

Lily, mouth still full of me, seemed in a happy daze. I kissed her puffy nipples and pulled her top up, smoothed out the hair I’d rustled. “Now go show him what a mess you’ve made.”

I reached the table first. Jeff was back, a pretty box of scones waiting for us. He was on edge but playing it as cool as he could manage. He rose to greet us. I looked him in the eye, with the relaxed gaze of a man who just came in someone’s soulmate’s mouth. I shook Jeff’s hand. “I should be going. Thanks for the scone.”

Lily sauntered back, a permanent Cheshire grin etched onto her face. She draped an arm around Jeff, who turned toward her. She went up for a kiss. Jeff seemed pleased at the display of affection. Then, she parted her lips and pushed my load into Jeff’s mouth with her tongue. He flinched, nearly crawled out of his skin, a shock of red on his face, but his Ivy League manners forbade him from causing a scene. He turned toward me, equal parts horror and wonder.

“You’re welcome,” I said. He turned red.

“Text me, angel.”

“I will. Thank you for my first lesson, Daddy,” Lily said sweetly. We let our hands tangle for a moment, eyes fixed on each other, before I turned and left. Jeff receded into the wallpaper.

She was mine. I was hers.

I forgot to grab a scone.