Bull's experiances

There are a few stories that I want to tell, these are all one hundred percent real experiences of mine. My name is Chris and I guess I can be called a bull. I recently learned the terminology of cuckolding. In so doing I have read other stories of hot wives and sissy husbands. With permission from some of my partners I thought I’d write an account of my experiences. I will not use the full names of the women involved, or where I live, because while some of them play with me in front of their husbands, most of them have been without the husband’s consent or knowledge.

I am a 28-year-old single white man with a very active sex life. It started when I was 18; there was a married woman who lived down the street from my parent’s house. Her name is Kimberly. She was, at the time, 35 years old. She was not a supermodel by any means but she definitely was a MILF. 5’6” tall and 130 pounds, shoulder length dark brown hair and perky c-cup breasts with no sag despite being a mother of 2.

I remember seeing her working on her flowers when I was 14 and going through puberty. She looked so hot wearing that tight shirt and shorts. I instantly was attracted and was crushing on her hard. I used to jerk off every night thinking of her doing naughty things, specifically with me.

Now I know that I am very well endowed, but when I was younger the only basis for comparison I had was my father, having seen him nude accidentally a few times. So when I was younger I thought it was the norm. But it seems like our family was blessed in that area.

Dad says it’s the Italian blood in us. Either way, thank you genetics.

So when I learned later that the average male size was around 4-5 inches, not sure where I heard that statistic but I did, my ego took one hell of a boost when I found out I was twice the size of the average man, being a thick 10 inches.

Of course I learned that, while size is a bonus, if you cant control yourself you might as well have nothing between your legs.

In that respect I will always love and be thankful to Kimberly. She was the one who started it all.

One summer, when I was 18, her husband Josh went away on a very big business trip for a month. Before he had left he asked if I wanted some extra cash for mowing his lawn once a week. Both of his sons, who were 14 and 11 years old at the time, were going to be at camp s his oldest wouldn’t be able to either.

He’d give me 20 bucks for each time being only a couple hours of work a week. So that would be 80 dollars, doing it once a week with his own mower and he made sure there was extra gas for me to use.

I quickly agreed, and he said that the following Saturday I could start.

The day came and I headed over to his house, went around back to his tool shed and started to mower up.

While I emptied the final bag I got a hell of a surprise, a light tap on my shoulder. I turned quickly to see Kimberly standing there with a wide smile and holding a glass of iced-tea.

At the time I had no idea that she was home, though Josh had not said it I thought she would have gone with him and taken a vacation…I don’t know maybe gotten pampered at the hotel while he worked. I don’t know what I thought but was just not expecting her to be home alone when everyone was gone. So when she tapped my shoulder, and since I hadn’t heard her coming, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

She giggled at my reaction and my heart raced, fuck she has a beautiful laugh. And when I heard her voice and saw her, this gorgeous woman in tiny little shorts and a bikini top, I got instantly hard.

Kimberly offered me the drink, and I stammered a thanks. Now I have had a couple of girlfriends in high school, I was in no way shy around females, but this one had me reverted back to an awkward kid just hitting puberty and crushing on his neighbor.

I asked her what she was doing here, stumbling over my words.

She pouted, “Well, that was a bit rude. Here I am giving you a drink and trying to thank you for helping, and all you’ve got to ask is ‘what are you doing here’?”

“S-sorry,” I stuttered. “I wasn’t expecting anyone one here, you startled me.”

She tittered adorably again.

I took the drink and another muttered thanks. It was hot as hell outside; I had already taken off my shirt when I started on the backyard. It was a very nice yard, there was an in ground pool and hot tub. It was a secluded and surrounded on all sides by trees so none of the neighbors would have seen. Not that I really would have minded, I was pleased with my physique. But deep down I was now embarrassed due to how sweaty and disgusting I must have looked to Kim.

In all, this place seemed like a great spot to have some very private outdoors fun. My cock twitched again at the thought.

From my downturned eyes I could have sworn that Kim’s gaze looked me up and down. I wanted to think that the look in her eyes was lust, but at the time I was not hopeful of that.

Her fingertips brushed up my arm, barely touching me but it sent a shiver down my spine and caused my cock to strain almost painfully against my pants. She leaned in and spoke softly to me, “I was watching from the window. Thank you Chris for the chance to watch such a young handsome man working hard.”

My first thought was that I had to get out of there, I was in such danger of cumming in my pants and totally embarrassing myself in front of this very sexy, and very married woman. I shifted uncomfortably, and laughed nervously. “Um, you’re welcome?” I murmured timidly.

She laughed more openly, “What’s wrong sweetie? Nervous?”

I pretended not to notice her eyes flick to the bulge in my pants.

“I should head home,” I almost whispered. “I am gonna need a shower.”

“Ok, sweetie,” she said and pressed herself against me, her chest brushing against my arm. “I’ll look forward to seeing you next Saturday.”

“Ok, bye,” I said and quickly put away the mower and took off walking home.

My mind was buzzing with thoughts. Was she just flirting with me? No, it couldn’t be. She was just teasing me. My cock was straining and throbbing, harder than I’ve ever been before.

I was in such a rush to get home and in the shower to rub one out; I didn’t even notice that I had left my shirt next to Josh’s shed. Oh well, no way in hell as I about to go right back there. I’d just have to grab it next Saturday…my thoughts trailed as I realized that id have to see her again…and again, and again.

How the fuck was I supposed to deal with that?

It got weirder a couple hours later when the phone rang, my mother answered. She spoke and laughed for a minute before handing the phone to me.

“Hello?” I asked into the phone.

“Hello, Chris…It’s Kim.”

I almost dropped the phone but my mother was there and I knew I needed to control any nervous reactions. “Oh, hello Mrs. A” (I will of course not be using real last names, but will simply go alphabetically. Her last initial is not A, just what I’m using)

“Listen carefully,” she spoke quickly. “I want you to sneak out at midnight and come over. Don’t be seen, use the woods if you have to. If you don’t I will tell my husband that you tried to come onto me.”

I felt like someone had kicked me in the chest, driving the air from my lungs.

She continued, “if you understand say ‘oh, ok’.”

“Oh, OK” I parroted.

She giggled, “good boy. Come around to the back door of the house. We’ll talk later ok. Now if your mother asks just say that I found your shirt you left behind after I came home and thought it was yours, and that I just wanted to say thanks. Now you say, ‘it was not a problem. I’ll be there again next Saturday, bye.”

I repeated the words and she disconnected.

True enough my mother asked what she wanted, I told her just what Kim told me to say.

My mother laughed, “and you didn’t notice that your shirt was left by Mr. A’s shed?”

I shook my head numbly. And she chuckled about how I would forget my head were it not attached.

I simply wondered what I was gonna do.

This is the first part of my series; these are going to be all true stories of my experiences with various married women. This was the start of the recounting of my first time with a married woman, and I will release the second half soon. I want to be a writer so I though write from experience and all. Please tell me what you think.