Becoming A Bull [Part 4]

I'd never been nervous coming to meet Mrs. Smith. I was always really confident and ready, but this time was different.

After spending all night thinking it over and replaying that first experience with them in my head, I convinced myself to give this a try.

I even told myself it was better than doing it behind Mr. Smith's back. I no longer felt like I was disturbing a marriage, but instead making it better.

All things I told myself to justify going forward with this insane fucking notion.

Mrs. Smith told me that we would start off like we normally did every Wednesday night. I'd come over at the same time, and we would meet in the bedroom. She didn't want to overwhelm me with our first encounter, so she said they would set it up as if he was coming home early-- like last time.

I walked into the bedroom to find Mrs. Smith with her legs spread and her fingers inside herself. She flashed me that hungry look, like she had been waiting for me for hours.

Just the sight of her just touching herself made my dick hard.

"Hi, Chase." she said in a low, smoky voice as she continued to finger herself. "I've missed you."

I flashed a slight grin and took off my shirt, then my shorts. I was so hard that my dick was close to ripping through my boxers.

"Let's not waste anymore time... get over here and fuck me." She took her fingers out and made a "come here" gesture with them.

Like a snake being charmed I slid my boxers off, my rock-hard dick popping out-- warranting a low moan from Mrs. Smith-- and climbed in the bed.

She was still gesturing her fingers as I got closer to her. I tasted the sweetness of her juices from her fingers.

"Mmm," I said. "Even on your fingers you taste like heaven."

"Enough small talk, baby. I need you inside of me." She spread her legs.

I gripped the base of my dick and guided myself inside of her. As always, the moment I felt her warmth I was sent to another place. She was so tight and so wet.

I drove myself all the way inside of her until our hips met.

"Oh, fuck!" She cried out as a thrusted my hips, sliding my dick in and out of her as I pinned her hands above her head.

"Oh my God, Chase you feel so good. Harder please!" I noticed she wasn't looking at me but at the corner of the room.

Mr. Smith was by the door. He looked like he was both pleased and ashamed. His hand was rubbing the outline of his dick.

I was startled at first but didn't stop thrusting. I completely forgot what I agreed to and was almost pulled out of the moment. Mrs. Smith cupped my chin and refocused my attention on her.

"Don't look him. Look at me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Show him how good you fuck me. How much better you make me feel."

Her words and the pleasure in her eyes pulled me back into the moment. I didn't think it was possible but I felt myself getting even harder as a pounded into her with her legs wrapped around me.

"Yes! That's it. Please don't stop! God, you're gonna make me cum all over your big thick cock."

I was close to the edge as I pinned her down harder, grunting with each thrust.

"You like that?" I said, locking eyes with her.

She moaned and nodded.

"Use your words." I said.

"Yes! Yes I fucking love it. No one can fuck me like you do." Mrs. Smith looked over to her husband. This time I kept my focus on her instead of following her eyes.

Something in me felt so powerful.

"Now say my name."

She moaned out my name.

"Louder," I said driving myself into her with a hard thrust.

She was so wet and gripping so tight to me that I was struggling to hold back my excitement.

"Oh Chase! I'm gonna cum!" Her voice echoed off the walls as she released all of her juices onto me.

I always pulled out of her before I came. She usually liked to swallow my load. She begged for it sometimes. But that night was different.

"Stay inside of me." She said. "Fill me up with all of your cum."

I could've sworn I heard a grunt or a groan come from Mr. Smith but I was too enthralled to care or pay attention to him.

She locked her legs and pressed me closer to her.

I couldn't hold back anymore and pumped every single drop inside of her. I coated her walls with my cum until she was overflowing.

I pulled out. My dick was still rigid and glistening with her juices.

"That felt amazing. And look at you. Still hungry from more." She took her fingers and slid them inside of herself. "Clive, sweetheart... this is what a real man tastes like."

She looked over to her husband as she pulled her fingers out of her cunt and sucked on them slowly.

Mr. Smith was hard and speechless. As was I as I watched her suck on her wet fingers. She was so sexy. And I loved the way she made me feel. The she spoke to her husband about me while he stood there defenseless. I could fuck her again and he would just sit there and watch.

I didn't feel sorry. I wasn't uncomfortable. I just felt this immense amount of power and control that made me extremely hard.

"I think you need more than the taste of me on your fingers." I said. "What do you think?"

She was on her knees crawling toward me and my thick veiny cock. She nodded before taking me all the way in.

She always had a way with her mouth. I loved the way she bobbed up and down on my dick. The way her tongue moved. It was all so hypnotizing.

"That's good," I said looking down at her as she tried taking me all the way to the back of her throat. "Just like that."

I looked over and Mr. Smith had been fully stroking himself. I grinned.

I didn't think I would enjoy this as much but

I felt like a fucking pornstar. I didn't break eye contact with him as I praised his wife for the amazing head she was giving me.

You really know how to handle this dick don't you?" I said.

"Mhm," she moaned as she continued to suck me off.

He looked defeated. And I loved every fucking minute of it.

After defiling his wife in front of him while he watched silently, I got dressed.

I was back in reality. The situation still hadn't felt as strange or uncomfortable as I expected to. It was something I was definitely up for. It made me feel good. It was a part of myself I did not know existed and wanted to explore even more.

The Smiths awakened something in me and I wanted to fully tap into it.

"I've never seen Andrea more satisfied than I did tonight." Mr. Smith said as we stood in the foyer.

"Chase really knows how to please me." Mrs. Smith said wrapped in a satin robe.

She placed a hand on my chest as she spoke to her husband.

There was a light in her eyes. One that told me she had really been fully satisfied.

"Thank you for tonight, Chase. I hope this is the start of a very exciting adventure." Mr. Smith said as I walked out of their front door.

I hopped on my Ducati and spent my entire ride home recounting the events of the night. I felt like a different person. I'd never done anything like that before, but I felt like it was something I could keep doing. A service I was more than happy to provide again and again.

The next day, Justin stopped by the shop after he got off work. Apparently he couldn't wait to hear about my night with The Smiths. We were sitting in my office.

"Man when I tell you it was a little strange, but so fucking incredible at the same time. I mean, it was like having a live audience. And I gave one hell of a performance."

Justin was hanging on every word like I was offering up a wild fairytale.

"He didn't touch her... at all?" He asked.

"No, I mean he definitely got himself off but I felt like I was being worshipped. He even thanked me before I left. I mean I fucked his wife. I came inside his fucking wife and he thanked me."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"So you're gonna keep doing this then?" Justin asked.

"Nobody's getting hurt and I'm having the time of my fucking life. Why not?"

Honestly, I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I wanted to explore this awakened part of myself even more.