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It all started when I opened up to my wife about one of my fantasies after we are having sex. To my surprise, she didn't reject the idea. Instead, she admitted that she was curious and willing to explore it—but only at a pace she was comfortable with. That conversation became the foundation of everything that followed. We promised each other that no matter what happened, either of us could say "stop" at any moment, and that would be the end of it. There would be no pressure, no expectations—just honesty and trust. Our initial agreement was simple: if we ever met someone, he would only be there to watch. Anything beyond that would depend entirely on how she felt in the moment.

To test the waters, I posted on Reddit looking for a respectful and open-minded watcher, making it clear that nothing physical was guaranteed. If the chemistry felt right and my wife became comfortable, there might be a possibility of taking things further—but only with her full consent.

After a few conversations, one Redditor stood out. He was respectful, patient, and understood our boundaries. Before meeting, we reminded him once again that he was coming as a guest, not as a participant. He agreed without hesitation.

We met for the first time and immediately felt at ease with each other. The conversation flowed naturally, and after getting to know one another, we checked into an Airbnb that he had booked.

The room was cozy, softly lit, and surprisingly relaxing. We poured ourselves a few drinks, played music in the background, laughing and talked for another hour, allowing everyone to relax. Eventually, the conversation faded, replaced by lingering glances and nervous smiles.

As the atmosphere became more intimate, my wife leaned into me, and we started kissing. It felt almost surreal knowing someone else was quietly witnessing a side of our relationship that had always been private.

While I held her close and gently removed her bra, I whispered, "Are you still okay?"

She nodded.

A few moments later, I looked into her eyes again. "If you want to stop here, we stop."

As I continued, her soft moans filled the room; she was already incredibly wet. Looking into her eyes, I softly asked, "Do you want to try a threesome tonight?"

She didn't answer immediately, but she didn't pull away either.

Taking in the moment, the bull quietly asked, "Bro, pwede ko muapil?" (Bro, can I join?)

I smiled nervously and replied, "Siya na lang ang pangutan-a bro. Only if she's comfortable." (Just ask her, bro. Only if she's comfortable.)

Again, my wife remained silent. She simply looked at us, breathing deeply, her expression caught somewhere between nervousness and burning curiosity. Seeing that she wasn't objecting, he slowly moved closer, carefully watching her reactions before gently reaching for her hand. She didn't stop him, and the tension in the room skyrocketed.

The bull began kissing her breasts while his hand caressed her body. He slowly moved down, fingering her and eating her out, while she started giving me a blowjob. My wife moaned loudly, suddenly blurting out, "Ang sarap, tangina!" I was shocked—it was my first time ever seeing her enjoy it like that.

The bull and I couldn't help but laugh softly.
Overcome with arousal, I signaled the bull that I wanted to switch positions so I could fuck her. I slowly slid inside her, eliciting a deep moan. As I paced myself, she urged, "Bilisan mo pa babe." Hearing that, I sped up, and the bull matched my rhythm, rapidly moving his dick in and out of her. I was so close to the edge that I couldn't hold back anymore; I pulled out and came.

The bull looked at me and said, "Ako naman, par?"

I turned to her and softly asked, "Babe, unsa man, try na nato? But you can stop it anytime."

She didn't answer, but she didn't decline either. The bull noted, "Unsaon man ni ron bro, di rin tumangi misis mo. Okay lang ba tikman ko na misis mo?"

I just smiled and held her hand. She squeezed it tightly and gave a firm nod. That was the final green light. The bull rolled on a condom, and we switched places.

As he began to fuck her, my wife’s moans grew from soft whimpers to loud, breathless cries. The bull groaned, "Ang lamia sa misis nimo bro, ang sikip pa. Klarong wa pa ni namalmal ba" The scene was so intensely hot that I rubbed the head of my dick against her mouth and slowly slid it in. She groaned around his cock while eagerly sucking mine. It was incredibly erotic seeing her look up at me, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy, completely caught up in the pleasure. The bull clearly knew exactly what he was doing, expertly fucking her while alternating between sucking her tits and eating her out.

Eventually, he transitioned her into doggy style. As the pace intensified, the bull gasped, "Par hapit nako, shit!"

I quickly interjected, "Aysa bro, hugutin mo muna."

I took his place, but my wife requested to take control and got on top in cowgirl position. I was worried I might finish too quickly, but I let her ride. While she was on top of me, I called the bull over so she could give him a blowjob at the same time. To my surprise, the stimulation was too much for him—he came right in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

The bull apologized, "Sorry bro."
I smiled and replied, "It's okay bro, she loves it." And my wife laughed.

My wife then lay down in front of me, signaling that it was my turn to finish. I fucked her in missionary, and when I was about to blow, I pulled out and aimed for her face and breasts, covering her in my cum.

I grabbed some tissues to clean her up, pulling her into a warm hug afterward. "Did you like it?" I whispered.

She flashed a huge smile and laughed, "Kakapoy HAHA."

The bull went to the bathroom first to clean himself up. As per our prior agreement, he prepared to leave once the session was done. He thanked us profusely, complementing my wife on how amazing she was. He mentioned that even though he had been a bull for two other couples before, he had never experienced anything this good. We thanked him for the unforgettable night.

After he left, I asked my wife how she truly felt about it. She said it was incredible and admitted she had orgasmed multiple times. That night became the beginning of a brand-new chapter in our relationship—one built on absolute openness, honesty, and mutual consent. Even though we crossed the line we had originally set, what mattered most was that every decision was made together, with unwavering respect for each other's feelings and boundaries. We fuck one more time, completely connected, and fell asleep.