u/PromiscuousHW

I like bulls who are actually nice people outside of the bedroom… but once things start, I need a bit of an asshole. The kind who can be warm and respectful in conversation, then switch and make both me and my fiancé feel it mentally.

Not cruel for the sake of being cruel. Just that confident, slightly arrogant energy that pushes boundaries in a hot way. The ones who tease my fiancé about how I’m taking them raw, how they’re not pulling out, how they’re not even sure I’m on birth control (I am, but the mind-fuck of them saying it while they’re still inside me is unreal). The ones who look at him while they’re using me and make little comments that land hard.

Physical dominance is great, but the mental side is what keeps me coming back. Being made to feel owned, and watching my fiancé get quietly dismantled at the same time....that’s the part that stays with both of us for days.

Anyone else have bulls like that? The ones who can be genuinely good guys and still know exactly how to get under both of your skins?

From the wife side

If my fiancé and I seriously asked a bull to get me pregnant, would you actually do it?

What conditions would you need?
Would you want exclusive access during the pregnancy? Any financial arrangement? How involved would you want to be afterward? Would you like to move in with us for a while?

Why would you say yes… or why would you walk away?
Is there a specific type of couple or situation that would make you more (or less) inclined?

Be honest. Horny is fine, but real answers are better.

We’re a normal couple… with just a little extra fire. We’ve talked about threesomes, shared fantasies, even joked about it while high or drunk, but we never actually crossed the line. Until this time

We went out to get a little wild. I put on a tight off-shoulder mini dress that barely contained my ass and tits. The kind of dress that makes my fiancé hard the second he looks at me. Every time I moved, the fabric rode up or slipped down just enough to keep him (and everyone else) staring.

We drank. A lot. Then a fun group offered us molly. We took it.

Once the high hit, I was dancing for him like the room didn’t exist except it did, and every guy in it was watching me. I’d drop low, let the dress roll higher up my thighs, then rise slow so they could see the curve of my ass. I loved the way their eyes stayed on me. I loved the way my fiancé’s eyes stayed on me even more.

One guy stood out. He was the one who gave us the molly, then later the cigarettes to my partner. Friendly, easy, clearly into both of us in that loose, high way. When the music got too loud, my fiancé and I wanted somewhere quieter to smoke. We invited him.

We ended up on the dark staircase just one weak bulb, music still thumping through the walls. The three of us, high and already charged. I started dancing again, less careful this time. Privacy and two pairs of eyes on me made me reckless. The dress kept slipping lower on top and higher on the bottom until it was basically a belt. I was in a thong and nothing else underneath, and I didn’t care.

I ground my ass back against my fiancé’s cock, letting him feel how bare I was. When I turned to face him, his hands were already on my cheeks, squeezing. The look I gave him was pure hunger. He was hard. I was soaked. And the other guy was just standing there, watching, adjusting himself.

My fiancé turned me around so I was facing the stranger, pressed against me from behind, and slowly pulled the top of my dress down. My tits spilled out. I stood there, looking the guy right in the eyes while my fiancé held them, thumbs brushing my nipples. Then my fiancé stepped back and just watched me dance like that tits out, dress ruined, hair messy, completely shameless.

The stranger’s eyes never left me. I could see the outline of his cock through his pants.

I went to my fiancé and whispered, “Babe… let me suck you in front of him.”

He hesitated. “Kind of rude, isn’t it?”

I smiled. “He’s already seen everything.”

He looked at me, voice low. “Do you want to… maybe…”

I already knew. “Do you want to watch me suck him?”

He didn’t say no. He just looked at me like he was already gone for it.

So I turned to the stranger, still half-naked, still high, and asked him straight: “Can I suck your dick while my fiancé watches?”

He blinked, then nodded.

I dropped to my knees right there on the stairs. Pulled his cock out thick, heavy, already leaking and looked over at my fiancé as I slid it into my mouth. I kept my eyes on him the whole time. Took him deep, then deeper, letting the wet sounds fill the little space between the three of us. My hair kept falling in my face. My fiancé stepped closer and gathered it for me, holding it back so the stranger and I both had a clear view.

I didn’t stop at a tease. I wanted him to come. I sucked him harder, slower, then faster, letting him use my mouth while my fiancé held my hair and watched every inch disappear. The guy’s hand eventually settled on the back of my head. His thighs tensed. He held his breath, shuddered, and started pumping cum straight down my throat.

I swallowed. Loud enough that my fiancé heard every gulp. I kept sucking through it, milking him, until there was nothing left and he was still twitching on my tongue.

When I finally pulled off, I looked up at my future husband with my lips shiny and my mouth still tasting like another man.

This only started it for us and now we are so deep into it

Does anyone else love how intimate and possessive missionary feels when there’s a cuck watching?

Even if he wants to participate, he can’t.... Bull’s body completely covers mine, trapping me underneath him. While I am locked in, legs spread, taking every thrust while my fiancé can only watch from the side or the edge of the bed.

With doggy he could at least move around, maybe lick, maybe hold my hands. But in missionary the bull owns the entire view. The only things the cuck can really do are hold my legs open (which just gives the bull deeper access) or resign himself to licking balls and ass while I gets fucked right in front of his face.

Plus the visual is so much more intense for him — expression, the way my tits move, the wet sounds, the way I looks at the bull and then at him. Gravity does half the work and the whole thing feels closer, heavier, more claiming.

I love when my fiancé is right there, so close he can hear every moan and every wet slap, but still completely shut out of the actual fucking. That quiet, physical reminder that she’s being taken and he can’t do anything about it hits differently than more obvious humiliation.

Anyone else find missionary one of the most quietly cruel (and hot) positions for the dynamic?

My fiancé (29M) and I (28F) have always had an open relationship. He’s never been a dominant guy, and honestly, our dynamic has always leaned more submissive on both sides. A few years ago, while we were still dating, I got brave and planted the hotwife seed during some dirty talk. I told him how hot it would be to have another man take me, stretch me, and use me while he watched.

It did not land well at first. He seemed uncomfortable, and I dropped it immediately, thinking that was the end of it.

Fast forward through 3 years of dating and now 1.5 years engaged, and he has done a complete 180. He’s now absolutely obsessed. Every time we have sex he wants me to describe in detail how much i likes my bull and how he treats me. He asks about size, how I’d moan for another man, how it would feel to get fucked while he’s right there, creampies, free use… the whole thing. He’s sending me bull profiles, and constantly bringing it up both in and out of the bedroom.

I never expected him to get this into it. The humiliation aspect especially has grown on him so much, and honestly on me too. Seeing how desperate and turned on he gets when he sees me being claimed by a real bull has become insanely hot for both of us. But at the same time, part of me is panicking a little. It started as just fantasy talk, and now it feels like we are so deep into this

I love him deeply. Our relationship is strong, and I never thought we’d go this deep into territory. Ladies who started with just fantasy talk, did you eventually take the plunge? How did it change your relationship? And bulls who got into such a dynamic… did it stay fun and hot, or did it start getting weird?

Would love to hear real experiences, suggestions and advices from everyone

Well… life has gotten quite spicier now that I'm telling you all about it. My fiancé and I have been engaged for a year and a half in a very open relationship.

A few months ago I reconnected with a guy I’ve known for 6 years (44M). What started as catching up turned into intense chemistry, and we invited him to stay with us for a whole month. Let’s just say he didn’t waste any time claiming the place… or me.He had free use of me whenever he wanted. Mornings, afternoons, middle of the night — if he was hard, I was taking it.

My fiancé wasn’t allowed to fuck my pussy the entire time (still isn’t). That privilege belonged to the bull, and he made full use of it.The sex was next-level filthy. One weekend we decided to push my fiancé’s limits hard. Bull had saved up for days so he could pump maximum volume. He ended up breeding me four times in one night until his balls were empty. Every time my fiancé thought it was finally over and breathed a sigh of relief, bull would get hard again within minutes. I kept moaning things like “I want a real man’s baby” (only to play with him) while looking at my fiancé. After the third and fourth loads we even pretended we were done… only for bull to start kissing down my neck and body again. The look on my fiancé’s face when he realized round four was happening was priceless. By the end bull was pounding me like an animal, dead-eyed and ruthless, while telling me he was going to fill my womb as much as humanly possible.When we finally finished, he held me protectively with all four loads still inside me and casually asked my fiancé, “So… boy or girl?” (I’m on BC… probably). The next day he even emailed my fiancé his recent sperm test results — stupidly high fertility numbers.

The humiliation wasn’t just in the bedroom. He made my fiancé stroke himself in rhythm with every thrust, only allowed to cum when bull did. He loved putting my fiancé in a 69 underneath us so he could fuck me doggy while his balls rubbed all over my fiancé’s face — and yes, my fiancé had to lick and worship them if he wanted to cum. We did lots of creampie cleanup, denial, and “pussy-free” play. Although I likes when he is allowed to claim me afterwards which only makes everyone realises why he's in that place. Bull would make me describe in filthy detail how much better he felt while my fiancé listened. Outside the bedroom it was just as intense. He took me on dates, shopping, out to dinner — all while my fiancé was at work.

When his friends came over it got extra wicked: bull introduced me as “his toy” right in front of my fiancé. When my own friends visited though, everything stayed normal.He’d make my fiancé cook for us, then fuck me right next to him at the dinner table, sometimes making me gag loudly on him while my fiancé tried to eat. Other times he’d bend me over right beside his plate and rail me while eating off my fiancé’s food.The mix of bullying, friendship, torment, and raw dominance was wild.

I’m still buzzing from the whole month. My fiancé is equal parts broken, humiliated, and more turned on than ever. We’re already talking about the next time.

My fiancé (29M) and I (28F) have always had an open relationship. He’s never been a dominant guy, and honestly, our dynamic has always leaned more submissive on both sides. A few years ago, while we were still dating, I got brave and planted the hotwife seed during some dirty talk. I told him how hot it would be to have another man take me, stretch me, and use me while he watched.

It did not land well at first. He seemed uncomfortable, and I dropped it immediately, thinking that was the end of it.

Fast forward through 3 years of dating and now 1.5 years engaged, and he has done a complete 180. He’s now absolutely obsessed. Every time we have sex he wants me to describe in detail how much i likes my bull and how he treats me. He asks about size, how I’d moan for another man, how it would feel to get fucked while he’s right there, creampies, free use… the whole thing. He’s sending me bull profiles, and constantly bringing it up both in and out of the bedroom.

I never expected him to get this into it. The humiliation aspect especially has grown on him so much, and honestly on me too. Seeing how desperate and turned on he gets when he sees me being claimed by a real bull has become insanely hot for both of us. But at the same time, part of me is panicking a little. It started as just fantasy talk, and now it feels like we are so deep into this

I love him deeply. Our relationship is strong, and I never thought we’d go this deep into territory. Ladies who started with just fantasy talk, did you eventually take the plunge? How did it change your relationship? And husbands/fiancés who got obsessed after your partner mentioned it… did it stay fun and hot, or did it start getting weird?

Would love to hear real experiences