Bull Chronicles: Amy’s First

Bull Chronicles: Amy's First

Authors Notes: This story contains extra marital sex between a hotwife and her bull with some light humiliation. If that's not your cup of tea please go find another story that suits your interests. I'm not sure if I'll expand on this story for a part two but it can certainly be read as a standalone regardless. Enjoy!

Amy walked into the quiet Mexican restaurant and nervously looked around for an optimal seat. She wanted to be in a corner, away from the few dining couples and solo patrons. The fear of running into someone she knew fluttered across her mind. What would they think if they saw me here with someone besides Peter? She thought. Her white wedges clopped in the quite restaurant as she walked over to the far end of the bar and grabbed a stool, tucking the bottom of the short blue sundress under her thighs as she sat. She had arrived to her date 20 minutes early hoping to calm her nerves. Glancing at her own reflection in the mirror stretching the length of the bar, Amy felt slightly more reassured seeing how well she had cleaned up. Never one to put an exorbitant amount of effort into her daily appearance, she had donned some modest makeup and lightly curled her brown hair. She had wanted to put some effort, but was worried she had forgotten how. At 36, Amy hadn't been on a first date since she had started dating her husband roughly 12 years ago.

At the time, she had just graduated with an accounting degree and had started working at a mid-sized financial firm in the large city where she had gone to college. Her now husband had worked a few rows over in a different department and after a year of slow tension building, he had awkwardly asked her out on a date. The two had immediately hit it off for their mutual love of old classic literature and videogames, and after a short year of dating, tied the knot. The two had a happy marriage, both remaining child free for favor of their careers and filling their free time with reading, playing multiplayer games together, and the annual vacation (Disney world was their usual go to). They were a perfectly happy couple. Amy had always thought they had a satisfying sex life as well. Granted, she never had much to compare it to given that she had only had one college boyfriend before marrying Peter, but the fact remained she had always felt their sex was good, or at least normal.

Peter, despite being nearly 6'2", had never had an affinity for sports or the gym. While he had been lean when they first met over a decade ago, he had now developed a slight spare tire around his midsection, his sandy hair had started receding, and a lifetime of screen based work and hobbies had required him to wear his glasses more often than not. Amy always thought he was cute, in a nerdy librarian type of way. His size and stamina were average, or so she thought with her limited experience.

Amy on the other hand had aged into what most people would consider "slim thick". She had put on a few pounds in recent years, but had been lucky that all of the extra fat seemed to end up either on her butt or bust. She was pretty in a modest way, never one to break necks when she was in her normal work clothes but she had a warm smile and an hourglass figure that she mostly hid under her conservative outfits. On the outside, Amy and Peter had the perfectly average comfortable relationship and had made quite the satisfying little life together.

Inside their relationship however there had been a recent shift. Peter had always watched pornography as long as Amy had known him, and while it wasn't her cup of tea, she never felt like it had affected their sex lives. The past few years however, Peter had slowly started hinting about bringing a third person into their bedroom.

"Absolutely not!" Amy had protested when he first mentioned it. She was upset assuming a new intern had caught his eye at his new firm where he was working as a project manager. "I don't want some young 20 year old sloozie in our bed."

"I never said anything about a girl sweetheart," Peter had responded. "I was talking about finding a guy for you."

After some more discussion, googling a few new terms like "hotwife" and "bull", and slow integration of dirty talk into their routine sex sessions, Amy had finally relented to let her husband post some risqué pictures on a discreet tinder profile. She had protested having her face in any of the photos, and they had settled on a picture of Amy in a low cut dress taken at their friend's wedding, a photo of a bikini clad Amy at the Florida beach for one of their Disney vacations, and a photo that Peter had snapped at the gym of his wife using the smith machine to squat. All the photos had Amy's face blurred out, but all had been selected by Peter because they highlighted Amy's assets. Her tinder bio simply said "Discreet first time hotwife looking for an experienced bull."

Amy was shocked on the amount of matches she received in the first week. Much to Peter's glee, Amy was finding it much easier than she initially expected to casually flirt with the myriad of men she was matching with. Most of their evenings would end with Peter playing video games, while Amy sat on the couch and chatted with her matches, teasing Peter with details of her convos coupled with the occasional hand job tease between games. Most of her matches never went anywhere however, and the conversations fizzled out after a few days despite Peter's encouragement to arrange a date.

That all changed when Amy matched with Alex. He was a recent college graduate, around 5'11", and just the right balance of rugged and boyish features. His shoulders were broad and his muscular arms both had intricate full sleeve tattoos. Amy was struck by how assertive, but not pushy his messages were. After only a few short conversations, Alex had suggested they meet for a drink.

"Go for it sweetie!" Peter enthusiastically exclaimed when Amy had shown him Alex's invite. "Just get drinks and see if you like him, but know you have my permission to go as far as you feel comfortable."

Now Amy was sitting at the end of the bar, sipping on the margarita she had ordered, hoping her heart wouldn't beat out of her very exposed chest. Peter had bought her a new blue sundress just for this date, and while she suspected he had gotten it a size too small on purpose, he had been so excited when she had tried it on she had to wear it. Here she was, showing more cleavage than she ever had, waiting for a man she had never met, all at her husband's request.

"You got started without me eh?" A deep voice chuckled behind her, causing her to jump. Amy turned around and saw Alex, in the flesh, pulling up a barstool next to hers.

"Oh! Hi... I was just..." Amy stumbled over her words.

"Just trying to calm your nerves? I get it," Alex responded with a warm understanding smile.

"Right," Amy responded with a nervous giggle, "It's not every day you have a first date when you're married you know?"

"And it's not every day I get to grab drinks with a hot cougar," Alex said. He gave Amy a friendly hug before sitting down and ordering himself a margarita.

The two began chatting over their drinks, and Amy was pleasantly surprised how smoothly the conversation flowed. They did the usual small talks of jobs, hobbies, and whatnot but it was the genuine interest Alex expressed that surprised her most. He seemed to hold on to each word she was saying, ensuring that he had fully processed all angles of what she said with a brief pause before asking another engaging follow-up question. After a plate of chips and salsa, a second margarita, some tacos, Amy had almost forgotten that she had a husband back at home. A husband who had requested that she go out with this young stud tonight. A husband that was hoping tonight would go much further than just drinks.

It wasn't until the two had finished dinner and started a third margarita that Alex finally addressed the original reason for their meeting.

"So what got you interested in being a hotwife?" Alex asked nonchalantly after a brief pause in conversation.

Flustered, Amy responded, "Oh... well it was really Peter's, my husband that is, idea."

"But I'm assuming you have some interest as well if we made it this far? Going on dates is a big step when you're dipping your toes in the lifestyle!" Alex said.

"Well, I would have jumped on the opportunity sooner if I had known my first date as a married woman would have been this pleasant!" Amy said with a smile.

"Wait, am I your first real date you've been on as an unofficial hotwife?" Alex said incredulously.

"Yes! I thought I told you I hadn't gone on any other dates yet, just chatting online," Amy responded.

"Well I'm honored to be your first," Alex said with a grin. Amy had in fact mentioned that this was her first hotwife date, but Alex wanted to subconsciously drive the point home that this was a special event in her potential evolution.

"So what does Peter get out of this?" Alex continued, "Is he not getting it done in the bedroom and he wants his wife to just have fun? Be his personal porn star?"

"Between you and me... I think he would love to watch!" Amy laughed. Peter had given her a hall pass for today's date, and while they had talked about Amy having sex with someone else abstractly, but they had never really gotten down to the logistics of it all. She followed up with a nervous giggle, "is that really normal for husbands to, you know, watch? You mentioned on messenger that you had some experience in this."

"Some do," Alex said with a shrug, "some prefer being right there in on the action, some prefer just getting pictures and videos, and some just want to use their imagination and hear about the experience after the fact."

"Pictures?" Amy asked, somewhat surprised, but feeling a tinge of excitement growing between her legs as she started to imagine the possibilities. She started to imagine Peter at home, probably on the couch playing a game and anxiously checking his phone for an update. "What kinds of pictures do husbands usually like?" She said with a mischievous smile.

"Well that depends what you two agreed upon," Alex responded.

"What types of pictures do husbands usually like if they give their wives a complete hall pass?" Amy rephrased her question. She was felt disarmed by Alex. Maybe it was the margarita or maybe she was just warming up to the idea of being a hotwife, but she was ready to let him take the reins.

"Since it's your first time, let's start with something mild and go from there..." Alex trailed off. His words said something mild but the intense twinkle in his eye alluded to so much more.

Without skipping a beat, Alex reached over and grabbed Amy's phone off the bar. He navigated to the camera and placing his free hand on Amy's thigh, snapped a few pictures. Amy felt a jolt of tension at the subtle but sudden invasion of personal space. She reviewed the pictures, noticing that Alex's pinky and ring finger had slipped under the flowy hem of her sun dress. Subtle, but no doubt crossing the line for a married woman.

"Hey sweetheart! Checking in. We're having a great time!" Amy typed out a text to Peter along with the picture.

Almost immediately she saw text bubbles indicating that Peter was typing back.

"Good! Is he what you expected based on his profile?"

"Even better looking," Amy typed, throwing a quick wink to Alex as he read her message. "Just to make sure, I still can do whatever I want tonight?"

"Full hall pass! Just keep me updated throughout the night :)" Peter responded. Then another message popped up.

"More pics please!"

"Well there we go, looks like a green light," Alex said, a teasing "I told you so" smirk on his face. "Now Amy, I want you to tell me about your relationship, and tell me about Peter."

Amy happily obliged. She told Alex how they had met, what the couple enjoyed doing for fun, and details on their sex life. Just like the conversation before, Amy was drawn in at how good of a listener Alex was. His genuine attention alone caused her to keep talking, sharing details she never would have imagined sharing with a relative stranger.

"Oh and on top of sex once or twice a week, if he does his portion of chores on Saturday I'll give him oral while he plays a game," Amy said with a naughty giggle. "Although he never lasts very long when I do that!"

"Hey it sounds like he's got some good motivation to do house work then! How often do you do that?" Alex laughed.

"Whenever I'm in the mood for it," Amy responded, "it's been awhile admittedly."

"Well are you in the mood for giving him a different kind of show tonight?" Alex said leaning in with a hushed tone.

Amy pondered for a moment. She hadn't expected this date to go so well, and frankly she hadn't had any expectations on how far she would go. Sure, Peter had been encouraging her for months to fuck another guy, but now that the opportunity was here would she really be able to take it? Her thoughts were cut short by Alex.

"How about this, ill close out our tab, and I want you to go to the bathroom and send your husband a sexy little picture of you in your dress. Then I want you to take off your panties, and bring them back to me. Then let's chat more in my car. Ok?" Alex asked. It wasn't a question however. Amy's heart fluttered as she nodded, then got up and went to the bathroom to do as Alex had commanded. In the bathroom, she pulled up the hem of her dress so one of her ass cheeks was visible, and smiling into the camera snapped a quick photo in the bathroom mirror for her husband.

"Going well! Love you hon!" her text read. She saw her husband immediately typing, but she didn't bother to read it. She had a task at hand.

She slipped her thong down her legs, working each strap around the blocky corners of her wedge shoes, and bunched it insider her hand as she exited the bathroom. She felt like all eyes were on her in the increasingly busy restaurant as she hurried over to her spot at the bar and discreetly slipped Alex his prize.

"Good girl," he responded, stuffing the thong in the back pocket of his jeans. "Now let's get out of here."

Amy felt another sexual jolt in her body as he casually grabbed her hand and lead her through the maze of tables outside to the parking lot. He held the passenger door open to his SUV and hurried around to the driver side, placing his hand back on Amy's thigh as he sat down. His fingers were mere inches away from her rapidly moistening pussy.

"Let me take us somewhere a little more private," Alex said as he started the car and moved to the more deserted end of the large parking lot. They both knew what he really meant. As Alex parked on the far side of a boutique that was closed for the night, Amy felt a swell of excitement in her body. He heart was racing, her nipples were hard with excitement, and most importantly, her now bare pussy was soaking wet with anticipation.

Without a word, Alex leaned over and gave Amy a deep kiss. There was no hesitation, no nerves. He been in this situation enough and read Amy's body language all night. With her thong secured in his pants pocket, he knew Amy was all his tonight.

The pair continued to make out. Alex was surprised at how ready Amy seemed. Her tongue aggressively fought his for real estate inside of his mouth, and he eagerly returned the struggle. The two kissed with what felt like exponentially increasing passion. Alex groped her breasts while Amy pawed his jeans, feeling the familiar cylinder shape creeping down his leg. She gasped as Alex grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her scalp and snapped her head back, unlocking their lips from their electric embrace.

"What do you want tonight?" Alex said in a commanding tone.

"I want to suck your dick," Amy moaned. She was on fire with how rough Alex was handling her. It was the polar opposite to Peter's gentle pecks on her lips and soft hand grazes on her breasts during their love making.

"Yea?" Alex asked reengaging with her mouth for a few seconds between sentences, "And what about your little husband at home? Are you going to send him pictures of you sucking my cock like the little whore he wants you to be?"

Amy, normally not prone to disrespect towards her husband, couldn't help but appreciate the irony of Alex's "little husband" comment. Although Peter was a good 3" taller than Alex, the still growing swell in Alex's pants seemed to already double Peters in circumference. Not to mention just about all of Peter's muscles felt severally under developed in comparison to the muscular stud sitting next to her.

In response to Alex's comment, Amy finally disengaged and put all her focus on getting his pants undone. She got on her knees in the passenger seat and leaned across the center consul, allowing her full access to Alex's crotch. Alex helped her pull down his pants, raising his hips off the seat causing Amy to gasp as his cock sprang out, nearly striking her in the face. Amy paused, mouth slightly agape, as she stared at her first new cock in over a decade.

It was thick. Very thick. She put one hand at the base and was unable to touch her thumb to her forefinger. She placed her other hand on top. Both hands gripped his throbbing shaft while his bulbous head was still uncovered. Amy recalled how her own husband's penis barely was visible from one of her fists, with her hands easily wrapping around the skinny member. She had no idea how she was going to fit this in her mouth.

"Bit bigger than you're used to?" Alex asked, as if reading her thoughts.

"It's, I mean, It's just..." Amy trailed off before looking Alex in the eye. "Yea it is."

"Take your time with it, I'm sure we'll have plenty of other opportunities to practice," Alex said with a smug grin.

Amy instinctively spit on the large member in front of her and went to work trying to cram it down her throat. She had a gag reflex, something that was never an issue with her husband, and her enthusiastic head bobbing was interrupted every couple of minutes when she got over eager and choked on the large tool. Alex was giving her encouragement the whole time, something she was not accustomed to but she loved none the less.

"You're doing so good Amy" Alex said through gritted teeth, "You're taking that cock like a champ."

"Guk guk guk guk" Amy responded, her throat unable to make any other coherent sound.

"Give me your phone, I'm going to take a video for Peter," Alex demanded. He grabbed the phone from the center consul and turning the flash on, directed the camera from a top down view on Amy. As the camera continued to film, Alex redirected the phone to his right, showing Amy's ass in the air as she gobbled Alex's cock on all fours. Alex pulled the hem of her dress down her arched back, revealing her bare ass. He gave it an assertive smack before returning the camera towards Amy's happily bobbing head.

"Thanks for lending me your wife for the night Peter!" Alex said in the background. "She's having a great time and in good hands." He ended the 30 second recording and pulled Amy's head up.

"Can I see?" She said enthusiastically. She wanted to look before she sent the video to Peter, but curiously she wasn't concerned if her identity was visible as one might expect when being subject of a video like that. Rather, she wanted to see how hot she looked. Satisfied with her angles, and how big her ass looked in the video, she pressed send.

Back at his house, Peter was anxiously watching TV when he heard his phone buzz. Quickly reaching for it across the couch, he audibly gasped when he saw Amy had sent him a video. A video of her on all fours sucking another man's cock. Peter had been waiting for this moment for months, years even, but now that it was here he felt a flood of various emotions. Was it that easy? All it took was one dinner and here his sweet wife was, sitting in a strange man's car enthusiastically giving access of her throat. Part of Peter was set aflame with jealousy. He felt a tingle of rage work its way down his tall slender body, like a chill running down his spine. He had asked for this and wanted this and his slut of a wife had seemed all too eager now, with video evidence, to partake in his fantasy. But, it was his fantasy, and Peter was rock hard despite the negative emotions coursing through his body. He sat down and watched the video again, his free hand mindlessly rubbing his own erection through his jeans. His mind raced as he watched it a third time. He could only assume his wife of over 10 years was still going down on this young stranger in some abandoned parking lot. Peter may as well have been watching that video in real time.