A Younger Man's Plaything - Part 5

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Seth's lips brushed against my neck and his tongue slipped out of his mouth and danced over my skin. His hand moved to my knee and his fingers worked their way under my skirt and moved in slow circles over my thigh while inching their way towards my loins. He was, in other words, doing everything in his power to arouse me. He was succeeding, too.

He rubbed me through my panties, finding that glorious place of desire in an instant - he's always been good at that - and generating more than enough friction to have me moaning into his mouth as I pawed at his bulge through his jeans.

Then, in a flash, all thoughts of my husband disappeared from my head, despite the fact that he was pulling my panties aside to finger me. In place of Seth, I thought of Theo, the younger man I'd taken as my bull, though I suppose it's more accurate to say that I'd given myself to him. In the months we'd been seeing each other I'd happily given Theo domain over my body, at least where my husband's pleasure was concerned. Seth now had to ask Theo for permission to have sex with me, to get a blowjob from me, or even to enjoy a handjob from me. Plus, Theo was permitted to unleash himself inside me, a decision I'd arrived at a great deal quicker with him than any previous bull.

Theo had become more...well, dominant as our relationship developed. Not the kind of dominance where he's spanking me because it turns me on, but the kind of dominance where he's in control when I'm with him, where he decides when I get to put my clothes on, where he decides what position we'll be fucking in, how long I'll be sucking his cock for, that sort of thing. He wasn't that way at first, but the longer we were together the more comfortable he seemed to get with taking that kind of control. And, if I'm being honest, I found myself increasingly eager to be under his control. I just find it so fucking hot.

It might be terrible of me, but I continued to get wet at the mere notion that my husband was no longer allowed to have me without my bull's permission. Seth could arouse me, of course. He could finger me. He could kiss me. He could play with my tits. He could not, however, enjoy much in the way of direct stimulation of his cock without first getting Theo's permission. For his part, Theo almost always made Seth do something to earn that permission. It was sometimes as simple as giving me a massage before he was allowed to fuck me, but in recent weeks Theo seemed to be settling further into his control and having a little more fun with it.

Just a few weeks back, Seth texted Theo for permission to have sex with me. Theo replied that Seth needed to bring me to his place so he could have fun with me first. He then added that Seth would be required to take Theo's truck to the self-service car wash and that he wasn't to bring it back until it was spotless both inside and out. My husband then washed my bull's car while I spent a few hours servicing my bull's cock with my mouth and pussy. Don't be mistaken, though, as I had a handful of blissful orgasms during that time. I wouldn't give myself to Theo if he didn't make me feel better than any man ever has. He does, though. The chemistry between us is just that good.

On this particular day, though, Theo popped into my head in a way that doesn't usually happen when I'm fooling around with Seth. He's not that kind of cuckold, after all. He's quite good at turning me on and I really, really like kissing and touching him. I like teasing him. I like that intimate connection with him. In fact, it's a necessity for the health of our marriage.

"Wait," I said right as Seth's fingers pushed deep inside me.

He looked worried and pulled out immediately. "What's wrong?"

I smiled and the worry washed away from his face. "I keep thinking of Theo. He's just...there, in my head. You're fingering me, but I'm thinking about him. That doesn't usually happen."

"Really?"

I shook my head. "I mean, I think of him in the context of you having to ask him for permission to have fun with me."

Seth kissed my neck. I wasn't the only one that was turned on by the idea of my bull having control over my pussy. In fact, despite the often humiliating tasks he was saddled with, I’m pretty sure Seth was more into it than I was. He's a cuckold, though, so perhaps it was actually because of the humiliating tasks that he was so turned on by Theo's control. After all, for a cuck there's something indescribably thrilling about having to wash another man's car while that man fucks your wife, especially since that man is allowed to cum inside your wife. Can you imagine carefully vacuuming the inside of someone's truck while imagining the owner of that truck filling your wife's pussy with his cum while you're doing the vacuuming? Most men would be horrified. A cuckold like Seth, though, is aroused the entire time he's doing chores for another man.

"But this feels different," I explained. "This feels like...this feels like my body is telling me that I need Theo."

Seth leaned back. "Instead of me, you mean?"

"I think that's what it means, yeah. Or maybe just that I'd prefer to have Theo, or heck, maybe just that the kind of thing we're doing right now usually results in Theo demanding that I service him in some way before you're allowed to have me and I've just gotten used to getting to have his cock inside me before I have yours inside me."

Seth's face was a picture of desire. There was a bit of the usual angst, of course, but mostly he was turned on.

I kissed him. I thought of Theo as my husband's tongue entered my mouth. Then I straddled Seth. I was so turned on that I lowered my crotch to his and began to grind on him while our tongues entwined. I pushed the straps of my dress from my shoulders and took off my bra. Seth's hands found my tits and his touch stoked the flames of my desire, leading to even more vigorous dry humping.

"I want you so badly, Samantha," he said. "Please, can I just have you this once? Can I just fuck you without Theo's permission?"

Part of me was curious if Theo would actually do anything if we broke the rule he'd set up. Would he break up with me? Would he do nothing at all because it was the sort of rule that only worked if everyone was on board with playing the game? Would he just forbid Seth from fucking me in the future?

I didn't want to break the spell, though. I liked the rule. It made my pussy wet to think about it. It made me cum harder when Theo had his way with me because it lit up the part of me that clearly enjoyed offering something akin to submission to Theo.

"No, Seth, you can't have me. You're a cuckold and my bull makes the rules. You know that. You know that I'm not willing to break them just to make you happy. You know that I don't want to ruin what I have with Theo just because you're desperate."

I leaned forward and he took my breast in his mouth. He sucked and licked and I moaned as I moved my hips with even greater vigor. I was actually pretty close to an orgasm and would have little trouble getting off - which would further Seth's teasing - but it would have been so much more fun to cum on Theo's cock, which is why I got up, put my bra back on, and fixed my dress. Seth had a wet spot in his jeans and my pussy was utterly soaked. My body hummed with desire and I bet his did too.

"You're frustrated, aren't you?"

Seth nodded.

I bit my lower lip and smiled at him. "It's hard to be a cuck sometimes."

A twinge of desire crossed his face. As frustrating as it is, Seth likes being a cuck. It turns him on. It thrills him more than anything ever has.

"You set me free, Seth. You made me a hotwife. You introduced me to the idea of fucking men that put you to shame, at least where sex is concerned."

I saw his bulge grow a little. How thrilling.

"Despite having plenty of experience with bulls, I've never met one like Theo. I've never been with a guy that makes me want to...well, surrender, I suppose. I like that he owns my pussy. I like that he gets to decide what happens with it. I like that he's in control. I'm getting wetter just thinking about it."

Seth slid off the couch and onto his knees. He looked up at me and ran his hands up my thighs and under my dress. "Can I masturbate?" he asked. "I'm so fucking horny, Samantha."

I was tempted to let him. It's not always the right decision to deny and frustrate a cuckold, after all. "No," I said. "I need to get fucked, and I want you pent up and horny while I'm with Theo."

He looked both disappointed and excited.

"If you want to have any fun with me today, you'll have to text Theo and ask him for permission. You might as well do it now so you can drive me over. In fact, why don't you text and tell him that I'm horny and that you'd like to drive me to him so he can satisfy me in ways you can't. Then you can ask him for permission to have fun with me afterwards."

Seth pawed at his cock a little - he was turned on - and then he grabbed his phone and sent a text. I watched my husband dutifully text my bull and I felt a great sense of appreciation for Seth, for his willingness to embrace the part of him that craved humiliation. Some men wouldn't go anywhere near that sensation, and with good reason, as any fear of it being destructive is probably very well-placed. It wasn't destructive for us, though. To me, it only served to make our marriage stronger, to bring us closer together as we explored our mutual fantasy - hotwife and cuckold fun - together.

"Why don't you kiss my feet while you wait for his response?" I suggested.

Seth's eyes went wide with surprise and then his lips curled into a little smile. I'd caught him off guard, but I think he quite liked what I'd suggested. Proof of that notion followed as he bent over and began kissing my feet.

I'm not especially dominant. I do like to find ways to tap into Seth's cuckold side, though, and I think he has submissive sensibilities. At the very least he's into humiliation and I suppose there's something humiliating - on a certain level - about kissing your wife's feet, especially after you've texted her bull for permission to drive her to his house so she can get fucked.

Theo didn't respond for a few minutes and Seth kissed my feet the entire time. I quite liked it, if I'm being honest, and I likely would have invited him to use his lips and tongue on my pussy if I wasn't in a particular place with Theo at that time.

Seth's phone buzzed on the coffee table and his head popped up. He read the message and looked up at me. "He said I can bring you over. He wants you in a short skirt, heels, and a top that shows off your tits. No bra, either."

I smiled, turned, and headed for the bedroom to change. Theo occasionally made outfit requests, but not that often. I liked when he did, though. I liked dressing to please him. I liked how he looked at me when he first saw me, how the outfit - or my desire to dress as he instructed - turned him on and how I could see the fire of desire in his eyes. I also liked how he almost always took me immediately when I showed up dressed exactly as he'd instructed. I often ended up bent over his couch with his dick hammering my pussy from behind, though not before he used my throat a little. I thought about all of that as I changed into the outfit he'd requested. It's not often that a woman enjoys having a cock in her throat, but there's something about the way Theo holds my head and moans as I'm pleasuring him in that manner that actually makes me wet despite the somewhat unpleasant physical sensations I experience while giving him my throat in that way.

"Holy shit," Seth said as I entered the living room in my outfit. My nipples were rock hard and poking through the thin top I had on and he spent a few seconds staring at them before coming over to kiss me. I welcomed his tongue into my mouth. I loved the feel of his hands moving over my body, too. I liked the way he played with my tits through the top, which was tight and made from a satin-like material that felt spectacularly soft.

"Let's go," I said.

On the drive over, Theo texted Seth. I picked up his phone to read it. I smiled.

"While I'm fucking your wife, cuck, I want you to go out and buy condoms. They're not for me, though. They're for you. You can fuck her tonight, but you can't cum inside her. That pleasure is going to be mine - and only mine - from now on. I might let you earn that privilege every once in a while, but you can bet you'll have to do something truly special to have the chance to cum in your wife's perfect cunt."

I laughed softly.

"What?" Seth asked.

"Theo texted. He's not going to let you cum inside me anymore. You have to use condoms."

"What?" he asked, this time with a sense of alarm in his voice.

"He makes the rules, sweetie, and he clearly wants to be the only man allowed to cum in my perfect cunt, as he put it in the text."

Seth gripped the steering wheel hard. I leaned over and caressed his cock, which grew to an erect state in almost no time. He was turned on, but of course he was frustrated too. What man wouldn't be?

"It is perfect, isn't it?" I asked softly. "My cunt, I mean. It's tight and wet and hot. It feels so good to slide your cock into me, to feel that wetness surround you, especially when Theo's cum is already inside me. There's nothing you love more than a good sloppy seconds fuck, is there cuck? Nothing that turns you on more than feeling Theo's cum around your dick as you slide in and out of me. You like being reminded that I gave my pussy to him before you, that he owns my pussy, that he can use it as often and as hard as he wants."

Seth was harder now and he was moaning, too. I absolutely could have made him cum in his pants if I wanted to and I was tempted. I didn't, though. It's better that Seth be insanely horny when I'm with Theo.

"Fuck, Samantha, I love all of that. You know I do...and now he's taking it away from me."

"I know," I replied softly. "He did say that you can earn the right to fuck me bareback, though. I can't imagine it will be easy to earn that right, but you're willing to work for the things you want, right?"

Seth nodded, though I could see his frustration. I was kind of turned on by it, though, or at least turned on by the fact that Theo so thoroughly enjoyed causing that frustration by utilizing the power I'd given him.

Seth dropped me off and I gave him a kiss and headed into Theo's apartment building. I heard what sounded like an action movie - explosions, guns, etc - unfolding in his apartment as I knocked. I stood in the hallway for what felt like forever before he answered.

"God damn," he said. "You look fine."

I moved to step inside but Theo stopped me.

"Show me your tits."

I looked up and down the hallway, smiled, and lifted my shirt.

"Play with them for me."

I did as he requested, putting on a bit of a show in the process. A woman fondling her tits can look like nothing at all, but if she closes her eyes, bites her lower lip, and moans then it's fucking hot.

"Get in here."

I stepped into his apartment and Theo kissed me. My shirt was still up around my tits and his hand went to work. He was a little rough with them, but I always get turned on when Theo is a little rough with my tits.

"I'm the middle of a match," he said. "Why don't you suck my dick while I finish up."

I should not be turned on by the idea of sucking Theo's cock while he plays video games with his friends. I am, though. I don't know why. I really don't. I just am. I followed him to the living room, got on my knees, and took his dick out while he resumed playing. He turned up the volume, too, so the explosions and gunfire filled the living room once more. I paid little attention to any of it, though, instead focusing on sucking my bull's cock.

Once the match was over, Theo told his friends that he was signing off because he was getting his dick sucked by a married woman whose pussy needed a hard pounding. I'd never met his friends, but they'd heard about me because it wasn't the first time I'd pleasured him while he played a video game. For what it's worth, my pussy tingled with delight every time he talked about me like that with his friends.

He stood me up, put me on my back on his couch, pushed my skirt up around my waist, and stripped before sliding into me. The sex was hard and fast. He truly pounded me. He did so while the sounds of my wet pussy taking his cock filled the living room, joined by my wild moans.

We came together. He buried his dick inside me and unleashed his load as I wrapped my legs around him and climaxed in a manner that left me lightheaded. It was an orgasm fueled by fooling around with Seth, by Theo controlling Seth via text, by all the pleasures of having a bull.

Eventually, Theo pulled out and moved to the other side of the couch, dropping his ass onto the cushion and running his fingers up my legs. I moved my panties back over my pussy, got on my knees, and crawled towards him. I took his dick in my mouth, sucking my juices and his cum off of his shaft, which I swallowed whole. Theo put a hand on the back of my head and held me there while he groaned, though only for a few seconds.

I settled next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. "You can join your friends for another match," I said.

He smiled. "I know. Maybe later. We're going to my bedroom soon, though. I'm going to take my time with round two. I'm going to stretch out and wear out that pussy of yours. I'm going to send you home sore."

I already wanted him again, but I settled for kissing his neck and fondling his balls.

"Are you really going to make Seth use condoms when he fucks me?" I asked.

"Damn right I am," he replied. "I don't really want anyone else cumming in the pussy that I own."

I got even more turned on.

"I know he's your husband, but that doesn't mean he deserves to fuck you bareback and cum in you. I deserve that, but he doesn't."

"No, he doesn't," I said softly.

Theo turned to me and we kissed. Somewhere along the way I straddled him. We made out. He played with my tits. He sucked on them. He got hard, eventually, and then we went to his bedroom. He spent the next hour having his way with me. He'd fuck me for a little while and then pull out and finger me hard until I came. He'd have me suck his dick for a little while and then we'd fuck again. I'd cum again. I'd suck his dick for a little while or I'd cuddle next to him and stroke him. It was like a long edging session that ended with him cumming in me once more. I was very sore after it was over, but I'd had half a dozen orgasms, all of them the kind that made my toes curl.

Seth picked me up afterwards. The condoms rested on the passenger seat and I smiled and set them aside as I got in.

"Did you have fun?" he asked.

I turned my head and smiled at him. "More fun than you can imagine. At least half a dozen orgasms, Seth. A truly blissful afternoon, and now you get to have sex with my sloppy, stretched out pussy, though only if you're willing to wear a condom. Otherwise you can masturbate."

He drove us home. I shared some of the details of how Theo had fucked me, of how I'd blown him while he played video games, of how I'd never done that for Seth and that I never intended on doing that for Seth.

I sauntered into the house without waiting for Seth. I headed for the bedroom. I stripped and I was naked and in the bed with my legs spread by the time he showed up with the box of condoms in his hand.

"How would you like to cum?" I asked as I gently rubbed my pussy.

He stared at me. He stared between my legs. He rubbed himself through his jeans.

"If you choose to masturbate, you'll have to do so in the bathroom. You won't be able to look at me. Theo's instructions, unfortunately. Either you fuck me with a condom or you cum alone and into the toilet."

He glanced towards the bathroom. Then he stripped and put on a condom. He crawled into the bed. He slid inside me.

"I can barely feel your cock," I said.

He groaned.

"Theo used me so hard today. He stretched me out, Seth. He stretched out my tight, married cunt as he fucked it relentlessly for nearly an hour. He made me feel so fucking good I almost forgot I was a married woman and not some 25 year old fuck toy that had fallen for the handsome artist."

Seth groaned again and fucked me harder.

"I like being his fuck toy, his plaything. I like giving myself to him. I like giving him whatever he wants. It makes me feel good, Seth. It makes me feel so good to make Theo feel good...because he fucks me so much better than you do...than you ever have."

Seth buried his dick inside me and came. His body shook as I wrapped myself around him and held him close.

"How was it fucking me with a condom?" I asked after he'd pulled out.

"Really hot, actually," he answered with a smile. "I don't know if it will stay that way, but, you know, it was weirdly hot."

I rolled onto my side and cuddled next to him. "Because you like it when Theo takes charge. You like it when he makes you do humiliating things."

He nodded.

"I do too, Seth. It makes me wet. It turns me on. I like that you know yourself, that you've embraced who you are, that you're not afraid to enjoy the pleasures that Theo has brought to our marriage."

"Are you turned on right now?" he asked.

"I am."

"But I didn't make you cum?"

"No, you didn't. That's not your fault, though. You were turned on. You didn't last very long. Plus, Theo really did stretch me out and leave me sore. I don't know that I would have cum even if it was him fucking me."

He rolled me onto my back and kissed my neck. He ran his fingers over my labia and gently pushed two inside me. They emerged soaked with a mixture of juices and found my clit to rub it in small, slow circles.

"Does that feel good?" he whispered.

I nodded. His lips found my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned. I applied gentle pressure to his head and he seemed to understand that I wanted his mouth on my breast, as he kissed his way there and took a nipple between his lips.

As he licked and sucked on my sensitive flesh, I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me. My mind was largely empty except for the pleasure, for the lovely sensations working their way through my body. I ran my hand over Seth's upper back and shoulders. My fingers moved through his hair and came to rest on the top of his head.

Then, for reasons beyond my understanding, I was hit with a very specific desire. I pushed on the top of his head. I used enough force to make my desire clear. Seth's lips relaxed their grip on my nipple and began to kiss their way down my body. I moaned each time he kissed me and I moaned louder as he approached my pussy. I tingled at the idea of him going down on me, of him tending to my messy cunt with his tongue.

He found my clit. His lips moved over it. His tongue followed. I put a hand on his head. I watched him lick and suck on my clit and I felt electric surges of pleasure move through me as he tended to my desire.

Then I lifted my hips. His tongue plunged into my pussy. He looked up. His eyes were wide. I reached for my clit and rubbed it with my index finger as I held my hips aloft a few inches. Seth got the message. He pushed his tongue deeper into me. He ate me out, quite literally, tasting Theo's cum as he did so.

I was stunned at how aroused I felt in that moment and my orgasm arrived in just a handful of seconds. It was, surprisingly, more powerful than the ones Theo had given me. It was fucking incredible. It made my toes curl. It made me see stars for a few seconds. It left me completely exhausted.

"That was so fucking hot," I said afterwards as my chest heaved from the exertion of cumming that hard. "So fucking hot, Seth."

He looked delighted, which was good, because I'd just made him do something that few men would have been interested in.

"You'll be doing that again," I said. "Fuck, you might be doing that a lot."

I couldn't wait to tell Theo. I was pretty sure he'd love it. I pulled Seth close to cuddle with him, though, to kiss him, to tell him I loved him. He knew it, of course, but I wanted to say it, to make sure he heard it, to make sure he understood that I loved him even more because he'd just licked another man's cum from my pussy.

That was a hell of a day. One rife with the most intense pleasure. One that proved why I would remain a hotwife for as long as humanly possible, as it provided the finest pleasure I'd ever known.