Being Cuckolded #4 The Big Day Part 2

I could hear my wife welcoming the bull into our home from the kitchen. Part of me wanted to go out and tell him to leave, that he wasn't needed and this whole thing had been a mistake. I wanted to do that...but for some reason I just stood there, staring out the kitchen window.

I locked my jaw shut and walked into the lounge, he was sitting in one of the arm chairs while my wife sat opposite on the sofa. He looked up at me and smiled, I nodded trying to not to appear too affable. I asked him if he would like some tea or coffee, all the while trying to be as cold and unfriendly as possible. As if that might put him off somehow.

I went back into the kitchen and left them to small talk. I admit something now that I never told anyone, I spat in his coffee as I was stirring it. Carrying the mugs in, I was surprised with the sight of my wife no longer sitting on the sofa alone. Instead she was sat on his lap as they chatted. "Here's your coffee" I said, barely smiling in his direction, while I gazed into the eyes of my wife.

I could see a little bit of sadness in them, she could feel I was fighting it, I was letting her down. "Show him babe..." she said. "Show him why we need him" She beckoned me toward her as she sat on her bulls lap. I stood there dumbly while she unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down. Displaying my caged penis to him.

I looked at him, grinning at me, I could feel my face flushing bright red. "You poor woman" he said, wrapping his hands around her hips. "Oh he has other talents." My wife said, looking up at me and winking. "You need something more though." the bull said, his hand stroking up her thigh.

I watched my wife's thighs flinch as he slid his hand between them. I was willing her to slam them shut and block him, she didn't. I swallowed hard, trying to look away as the bulls hand disappeared under the hem of her dress. I glanced at my wife's face, her eyes were closed as she bit her lip.

"hmm I'm pleased you shaved." the bull said. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Hubby did it, did he do a good job?" There was a pause as he explored her. "very nice, good lad." he said finally.

I prickled at that, calling me "lad", gritting my teeth, aware my face was still bright red. "Can I pull my pants up now?" I asked, irritated. "No take them off babe" I paused briefly thinking about protesting, then I looked into my wife's eyes and melted. "Ok.." I said quietly.

As I folded my pants my wife kissed him, I could see her hips gyrating slightly as his hand worked up inside her dress. Suddenly he pulled his hand out from between her legs. "I'm horny" he announced, "Let's go upstairs and take care of that."

I felt my heart miss a beat as he said that. My wife stood up from his lap, fixing her dress from riding up. I suddenly noticed bulls bulge in his pants, then i realized my wife had been sat on it the whole time. As the bull stood he slapped my wife's behind, she giggled in shock. I thought about shouting "get your damn hands off my wife!" but then, she seemed so excited, so sexy...I felt like I would be spoiling it for her.

As they walked out the lounge, my wife glanced back at me and jerked her head to beckon me upstairs. He had his hands all over her ass, guiding her forward. I remembered how wet she said she was, glancing down at my cage again, I sighed and followed them.

He never did drink that coffee....