22 - The Bull
MFM / Hotwife / Voyeurism / Anal / Cuckold Cleanup
“You seem preoccupied.” Kyle lifted his face from between his wife’s legs, the scent of her moving with him. “You want me to stop?”
“No, no. I’m enjoying it quite a bit. It’s relaxing.”
His wife, Ariel, brushed her fingers through his still thick hair with a smile that Kyle tried not to read as pitying. Kyle was used to her being supportive and thoughtful, but oftentimes that came out as patronizing.
One night, when he came too quickly before she was even warmed up, he offered to finish her off orally, and she just shrugged and told him that she was fine.
Later, clearly after she thought he had fallen asleep, he heard the unmistakable noise of masturbation followed by her muted whimpers leaking through her pressed together lips.
“Well, I’m trying to get you in the mood, not relax you.” Kyle slid his mouth along Ariel’s belly then flicked his tongue against one of her nipples. They weren’t hard like they usually were. That was all the proof Kyle needed to see.
“If you’re not into it tonight,” he said, rolling off of her, “we don’t have to do it. Don’t lay there just for my benefit.”
Ariel sighed and cradled him to her but didn’t make any motion toward any sexual parts, his or hers. “I’m too inside my own head, I think,” she told him in a throaty whisper that did nothing to lower his erection. “I appreciate you trying, though. I love how much you care about my pleasure.”
Kyle wrapped a hand around his shaft and soothed its burning, fiery scream.
At least a little. He didn’t want to jerk himself off right away in hopes that Ariel would change her mind and mount him the way she liked to.
She was never shy about her own pleasure, which was one of the main reasons Kyle loved her as much as he did.
There had been too many women before he got married that were more inclined to snicker and roll their eyes at male inadequacy rather than explain what they wanted.
The first time he and Ariel had fucked, she had made him go down on her until she was completely soaked then jumped on top and stuffed him inside of her so quickly that he felt her encompassing warmth before he realized what had happened.
If he wasn’t already sure that he was going to marry her, that moment clinched it.
Their sex life hadn’t started too wild. Neither of them felt the urge to explore the worlds of kink or something like heavy bondage.
It seemed that they were perfectly content to keep doing what they were doing, and on his end, Kyle had no complaints.
Their sex was frequent and enjoyable, and it didn’t dip the way so many of their friends did.
As they approached middle age, it became more and more obvious which couples had stopped having sex with each other.
Ariel pointed it out one night when they were leaving a dinner party, trying not to laugh as she explained her logic.
“It’s always the people who look old,” she had said, pressing her hand against her lips as if she was covering a burp instead of relaying a petty observation. “They look like they’ve given up and are just on that slow slope towards middle age.”
“Man, you’re going to be a nightmare when you turn forty,” Kyle had responded, but he had started to notice what she meant.
The friends of his who were inclined to discuss their sex life proved Ariel’s thesis right off the bat. One of them, a fellow Kyle knew from work and had become close with, had looked like he was forty since he was thirty-five. He and his wife apparently only had sex three or four times a year.
Kyle initially thought that was impossible, and even the night where he had to pull himself away from licking Ariel’s cunt, he still thought it was.
He didn’t expect any couple’s pace to keep up with their initial courtship, but whittling their sex life down to once a quarter seemed cruel to both sides.
Fortunately for him, Ariel agreed one hundred percent.
“It keeps ya healthy,” she said after a particularly athletic fuck session. “Keeps ya young. God knows it keeps us both in shape when we’re too lazy to go for a jog or whatever.”
Having seen what happened to the men he knew who stopped getting it regularly, Kyle came around to her way of thinking.
It always seemed to be the pot-bellied and the balding who complained to him about lack of sex.
The fit guys who had more energy than a twenty-year-old never had a bad word to say about their relationships.
Plus, Kyle noticed, they often mentioned having special date nights.
“They make it a priority,” he said to Ariel when he finally admitted she was right. “It’s not just ‘oh, hey, let’s have sex now.’ They make sure their wife is taken care of.”
“That sounds like someone I know,” Ariel lilted as she dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. She loved sucking cock as much as he loved eating pussy. It was part of what made them such a good team.
Of course, nothing was perfect; relationships least of all.
Kyle kept a few fantasies a secret because, when he even hinted at them, Ariel appeared horrified.
He gave up on the hope that she’d ever be interested in ass play, something Kyle wanted to try but was fine living without, or his main fantasy of watching her with another man.
When he mentioned that one in passing, Ariel looked hurt more than anything else.
“I don’t want to have sex with some random guy,” she had told him in a pinched voice.
“It’s not like we’d find some bum off the streets or something. We could do it like a job interview: ask each candidate questions and make them go through an STD test.”
But Ariel had shaken her head, and Kyle had let the issue drop.
In some ways, he found it flattering that Ariel was perfectly happy with what he was giving her. Plenty of men shared this particular fantasy and had seen their wives a little too eager to bend over for new and interesting dick.
Getting the fantasy out of his head was harder than dropping the conversation. Kyle found out that it was his go-to when he was jerking off.
The night she wasn’t really into it, Ariel rolled away from him as she fell asleep, and Kyle caressed his cock as the images popped up in his mind’s eye.
His favorite one was where he envisioned Ariel as his sex slave, handing her out to men so he could witness her ecstasy without distraction.
He wanted to be able to take the whole scene in and not be focused on his bits or getting her the pleasure she deserved.
In the fantasy, she’d be fucked by a man with the biggest cock either of them had ever seen, and she’d scream happily as she came with Kyle watching every moment of it.
***
“Do you want to grab dinner before we head home?” Ariel put the key in the ignition but didn’t turn it yet. She thought Kyle’s expression looked a bit distant, and she had a sneaking suspicion he wasn’t fully listening to her.
In the long pause it took him to realize she had asked him a question, she imagined herself folding over into his lap and taking his cock in her mouth just for a moment.
Just enough to get him hot and bothered so that when they got back home, there was no reasoning with him.
She loved to get him worked up to the point where he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
“Sorry, what?” Kyle glanced over at her, his eyes more focused than they were before. He smiled, obviously thinking something dirty because he seemed embarrassed about having been so far away.
“I was just asking if you wanted to grab dinner. There’s probably stuff in the fridge at home that we can heat up, but I’m not opposed to getting a pizza or whatever. Make it easy.”
“Easy, that sounds like us.”
Ariel started the car and headed in the direction of their favorite pizza place. Kyle called the order in as she drove, his voice pitched lower than she was used to. She wondered if whatever he was daydreaming about had flooded his system with testosterone or if he wasn’t aware of how he sounded.
When they got to the restaurant, Ariel turned off the car and leaned over the console to kiss Kyle on the mouth. “You were having dirty thoughts earlier, weren’t you?”
“What? Me?” Kyle feigned wide-eyed innocence. “My thoughts are as pure as driven snow. Besides, it’s your fault I was having them.”
“Oh really? My fault?”
“If you weren’t so sexy, then I wouldn’t have to think about doing dirty things to you constantly.”
Ariel snorted and opened the car door. She loved being the object of Kyle’s desires.
She loved that, over a decade into their marriage, he still fantasized about her.
There was a moment where she wanted to ask for details, but by then they were inside the pizza parlor, and she thought it might be inappropriate.
Once, when they had been dating, they had fucked in a restaurant bathroom after Kyle described a fantasy he had where Ariel tied him to a bed, fitted him with a cock ring, and used his body endlessly for her own means.
“I’m not even hungry anymore,” Ariel whispered across the Formica table as they waited for their order to be done. “Now I just want to get home so we can fuck.”
“Me, too.”
A woman standing next to the counter kept looking in their direction. Her face made Ariel think that she knew one or both of them; her staring was unapologetic, as if she was trying to place these strangers in her mind.
“As I live and breathe,” the woman said suddenly, crossing the small, humid pizza parlor to their table. “If that isn’t Ariel, the queen of Spades.”
Ariel’s head snapped in the direction of her name, and when the woman got closer, she laughed and got to her feet. “Damn, Gwen. Long time, no see.”
The two hugged as Kyle looked on in interest. There was a quick burst of chatter as the women caught up then Ariel turned to Kyle and rested a hand on his shoulder.