My Wife's Ex Is Our Bull Pt. 02

Sunday came fast, nerves were in the air, Eric had been silent but there wasn't a doubt in our minds that he'd take advantage of our situation.

Emily was prepped, knowing full well Eric had collateral. He knew my secret, he saw it first hand. He'd be prepared to get what he wants.

It was about 1pm when my phone pinged, I looked at my screen, saw the name pop up, it was Eric.

My heart raced, my cock twitched, I looked at Emily, as her phone pinged.

I watched her open it, "it's Eric" she quipped.

I nervously opened my message, I knew deep down what this meant but couldn't quite believe it would be real.

I looked at my phone the picture of me in Emily's white bikini cut panties clear as day with a message "30 mins pantyboy."

I looked back at Emily, "it's Eric." She said

"I know, what did he say?!" Butterflies flying.

"He wants me dressed appropriately." She excitedly exclaimed.

I had no idea what that meant exactly, we knew we were in for it.

I was going to get cucked, it was real, she knew it, she wanted it.

"Get dressed babe, he'll be here soon."

I walked upstairs in a fog, grappling with the thought of what was in store for us.

I opened Emily's panty drawer, and set right on top was a bright pink pair of bikini style panties, a bow on the waistband. I already knew they fit me, too well even.

I took off my pants and boxers, slipped on her panties. And instantly got a chub, I couldn't help it.

I put a collared button up shirt on and shuffled to our bathroom, stood in front of the mirror. My tight pink panty bulge peeking out the bottom of my shirt, this... this is what Eric was going to see. What Emily will see. And there's no backing out, this is what we want.

I put my pants back on and walked down stairs.

Emily told me he wants me to answer the door, so I sat on the couch and waited as Emily went upstairs.

I sat nervously, my cock essentially caged in Emily's tight nylon.

Emily walked down the stairs, Eric will be here any minute. We locked eyes, but didn't say anything. She was in black sweatpants, and a white tank top.

I could tell she was wearing a bra, I could see a lace pattern pressing against her tank top. I almost recognized it, the bra she wore under her wedding dress when we got married. I couldn't tell for sure, but I kept quiet. If I was right, I could only assume what was under her sweatpants. My heart had never felt so fluttery. I knew it was Eric's choice how she dressed. He had a plan. How couldn't he?

A few minutes of relative silence passed, Emily reassured me. "All we have to do is listen." As she bit her lip.

I knew that already, my panty wearing would stay secret. She knew it. She was committed just like I was.

"Knock knock"

My heart jumped, Emily smiled at me. I got up and shuffled to the door, took a deep breath and opened it.

There was Eric, with a grin on his face, he acknowledged me with a strong voice "good boy."

He took a step in, Emily standing in the hallway, he looked right at her, his eyes moving from her feet to her face, "you always listened well, that hasn't changed." He said right at her.

She nodded quickly with a nervous grin.

I shut the door behind him, his dog ran up to him and he knelt down to say hello, a few good pets.

"I'd assume you are prepared as well?" He quipped looking up at me.

"Yes sir." I nervously let out.

The air felt thick, the tension was high, it only took a few seconds.

Eric laughed, stood up and ordered us into the living room.

He walked behind us, down the hallway, Emily's hips swaying in front of me naturally.

He pointed to the middle of the room, in front of our couch, "stand there, next to each other, face me."

We complied immediately, the mystery of how this was going to go down was enthralling for me, I could only imagine how Emily felt in that moment.

He sat on the edge of the couch, forearms on his knees leaning forward. Looking us up and down, "hands on your heads."

I hesitated, it was natural to hesitate. Emily though? She threw her arms up immediately, interlaced her fingers together on top of her head. No hesitation.

I slid my arms up and followed suit, staring at the wall behind him.

He order Emily to spin around, slowly, his eyes locked on her body, she shuffled a slow 360.

"Good girl." He chided.

"Well, pantyboy, are you dressed appropriately?"

"Emily knows what I made you do the other day, she invited me to do it actually haha"

"So, Emily, undue his pants haha."

You'd think Emily would have to stop and think about it, to hesitate, to come to terms with what was happening but no. Before he barely finished his sentence she took her hands off her head, quickly stepped in front of me and unbuttoned me, pulled my zipper down, and with out Eric even telling her too, she pulled my fly open. Pink nylon peeking out through my fly. The bow resting just below my shirt line.

My cock flinched, my bulge tightened immediately. There was no stopping myself from the blood rushing to my cock. Could he tell?

"Hahaha fuck you are an eager little slut." As she went back to putting her hands on her head.

"Pink huh? I didn't tell you what fucking color to wear bahaha."

It felt like I was going to have a heart attack, erotically grappling the situation.

Eric leered at me, as if contemplating his next move.

It didn't take long, "Emily? If you want me to fuck you, pull his pants down, all the way down." "You know what I have." Referring to the pic of me in her panties.

Same thing as before, no hesitation no thought, she got behind me and yanked. Straight down to my ankles.

The love of my life just admitted she wants to cuck me. I knew it already but it wasn't real until that moment, she gave her unabashed consent by pulling my pants down and showing Eric what I had on.

There was no going back, but I knew that before he even arrived.

"Haha good slut."

"And you? Pantyboy. I know you like it."

"Yes sir." I replied Half ashamed.

Eric took out his phone, and surprisingly started tapping, he was texting. Emily's phone was in her pocket, it pinged.

I wanted to touch my bulge so bad. But wouldn't dare too unless Eric let me.

He looked at Emily. "Read it."

She pulled her phone out of her pocket quickly, looked at the screen. I saw her eyes open wide a bit.

"Babe? Give him your pants."

I was flush red, I stepped out of them and handed them over. He snatched them out of my hand and threw them across the room.

"And?" As he looked back at Emily.

I looked at her briefly, she gulped and closed her eyes as she said "ask him to pull my pants down."

I looked back at Eric, as he smirked. In a soft voice I said it. "Will you pull her pants down Eric?"

A stern "No." left his lips.

I was shocked, I looked at Emily, seemingly confused too.

"You do it you fucking cuck, slowly, on your knees behind her."

"What are you waiting for. Try not cum as you do haha."

A walked behind her, dropped to my knees, put my hands on her waist.

I was fucking nervous, what guy wouldn't be?

I was about to pull the love of my life's pants down for another man. The ultimate beta submission.... For now.

I took a deep breath, my face inches from her ass, my mind racing. When we were married, our friends, family, a few coworkers saw us take our vows, a few probably thinking how lucky I was to lock down Emily and be the lucky guy that sleeps with her from then on.

How shocked they'd be to know that just a short while later I wouldn't be, that I'd actively give her up and beat off to it.

I slipped my fingers in the waist band, and ashamedly started pulling down, my cock was pulsing, tucked away in her panties, her white lace band slowly showing itself as I pulled.

Lower, more cheek showing in front of me, i recognized the pattern running down the crack of her ass, each inch her sweats came down a little more fabric in view of Eric.

The lace pattern on the back, it struck me....

It's the thong she wore on our wedding day. I stopped pulling for just a second. I saw her in it that day, we tried to fuck, the lace hearts imprinted on the front, how I pulled it to the side and entered her, that night in our hotel. How I couldn't get her to orgasm as I tried to consummate our marriage, how I came on her belly just a few minutes into it.

It was all flashing back to me. Eric told her to wear her wedding underwear. I was right earlier, her bra. It was her wedding bra under her tank top. Matching her thong.

I spent that first night licking her, desperately trying to satisfy her after I had came.

I had to lick her over her thong, the rough lace pattern being pressed on her clit is what got her over the edge. I was a cuck then and didn't fully realize it.

Eric quipped "second thoughts? Haha"

I snapped back to reality. I accepted it again. I pulled them down past her mound, down Emily's lovely white thighs, I bunched them at her ankles.

"Good boy." Eric sneered

"Show me her matching bra cuck."

I stood up, as I did I grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled up, over her head through her outstretched arms and dropped it to the ground.

My wife in her pretty underwear, in our house, in front of her ex. And I did it.

Eric stood up, I got back next to Emily. I instinctively covered my panty bulge with my hands, shirt still on.

Emily did the same. One arm across her chest the other hand covering her mound.

Her face was red but staring right at Eric.

He grabbed his phone and held it up. "Smile haha."

Neither of us did, but it didn't matter.

Click, click click.

3 rapid photos taken.

The sadistic fuck.

I loved it. My cock loved it.

Was Emily wet yet? I thought.

"Unbutton your cucks shirt slut."

She stepped out of her sweats first then stepped in front of me.

Her B chest covered in her white lace bra tickled my chest, her ass facing him.

He gave it a smack.

"Faster"

She fumbled a bit but got it open.

She slid it off my shoulders without him asking.

She slid it off me, and dropped it.

She reached a hand down, biting her lip.

"I love you." She whispered as she grabbed my bulge.

I whimpered silently. Thinking don't rub it, I'll cum.

Before I could acknowledge her, Eric reached out and grabbed her bra strap and yanked back into his arms.

A hand grabbed her by the throat, he sucked on her neck. His other hand moving down her stomach, Emily and I locked eye to eye.

I watched as two fingers traced the slit of her mound through her thong. Up and down slowly. Violating her womanhood in front of me.

She let out a moan, I noticed her legs part a bit. It was her way of inviting him to continue.

I stood frozen. Watching Eric touch her. I was wide eyed and not noticing what was happening between my legs.

I had one hand on my bulge. Instinctively rubbing it. Ashamed. I wanted this. Emily did too.

Her mouth opened and she moaned, looking up at the ceiling now. Eric's hand left her neck and grabbed her chest roughly.

I felt it build quickly. Too much. It was too late. I quickly let go of my bulge and tried to hold it. Screaming in my head "no no no."

I whimpered again, Eric looked up from her neck, I squirted uncontrollably. My bulge making the nylon flex as ropes left my cock, it just kept squirting, I heard the drips hit the wood floor beneath me.

Eric laughed "I haven't even fucked her yet."

He pushed Emily's head down, "look at your man haha."

She gasped "ba ba baby."

My post nut clarity kicked in for a second. Analyzing what just happened. Cummed in panties, Eric in control and she wasn't even naked yet.

Eric yanked on her hair, "upstairs now."

He guided her to the stairs. My cock started to go limp, I didn't even make a tent.

A puddle on the floor.

I followed behind them up the stairs.

It was time for me to sit in the cuck chair.

To be continued...