“A Bull is a term used in the lifestyle. It basically means that I sleep with married women. I love taking married women to bed.” Mark replied, bluntly.
There was something bizarrely arousing about Mark being so forward about the subject, especially considering that it was clear he would love to take Vanessa to bed, given the chance. I couldn’t believe that after all my years fantasizing about this particular kink, that someone like Mark would show up and discuss it so openly with my wife and I.
My wife took another sip of her drink, face still flush. I noticed her breathing was rather heavy, and she seemed to still be mulling over the realization. She spoke, “And the husbands allow it?”
“Encourage it, really. I’ll only partake if the husband knows about it, and wants it to happen. It’s a huge rush for most men to watch their wife cuckold them.”
He paused, and directed a follow-up question towards me.
“What about you Mike? You seem awfully quiet, and you don’t seem as shocked as your wife here.” Mark asked.
My mind was racing indeed, and every perverted thought that ran through it somehow ended with Vanessa on her back, writhing in pleasure. This was cuckolding that he was speaking about. Another man was sitting here, in front of Vanessa and I, laying the prospect of cuckolding right at our feet. I couldn’t believe it, and although I had fantasized about Vanessa with another man many times over the years – hearing a real life offer sent my mind into overload.
“Mostly fascinated really, just kind of soaking it all in.” I managed.
Mark replied, “So it’s safe to say you two have never done anything of the sort.” He chuckled again. “I told my wife I didn’t think you had.”
“Can’t say that we have.” I glanced at Vanessa, who was still blushing and visibly nervous. She shook her head in agreement.
“Well look, I don’t want to weird you two out any more than I already have. I also have a painfully early meeting tomorrow, so I think it’s time I took my leave. Hopefully I catch you guys tomorrow.”
He stood, pausing as he left his cash on the counter. “Have a nice night.” And with that, he turned and left us.
My wife and I were silent for a moment, and then I turned to her and spoke, “I told you he wants to fuck you.”
We both broke into a muffled, absurd laughter.
The elevator ride up to our room consisted of Vanessa and I pawing at each other like teenagers. I wasn’t sure what exactly had gotten into us, but I’m sure Mark’s kinky admission had influenced our arousal to some degree.
We hopped into bed still fumbling at each others bodies when I decided to reach for the remote.
“What are you doing?” my wife managed, between kisses.
The brazen conversation at the bar had stirred my perverted mind into sexual overdrive. I decided to push things.
“How about a movie?” I replied, realizing we hadn’t watched a porn together in quite a few years.
Vanessa smiled wickedly, blushing. “Go ahead.” She acted as if she was relenting, but I knew she was aroused by the proposition.
“You know what, I’m gonna clean up real quick – you pick the movie.” I tossed her the remote and headed to the bathroom.