A Bulls Role

Jim chuckled, face red, "You're right babe, I just - didn't think you actually would." He shook his head in disbelief, adding, "Well, I guess Mark thinks I'm a deviant now."

I immediately felt the need to jump in, "Not at all man. I mean, I'm surprised, but I've always thought you two had a good marriage. I'm not here to judge anyone. Besides, like I told Francine." I looked around to make sure no one was listening to this risque conversation, continuing, "I'm familiar with being a Bull. I've done this sort of thing before."

Jim's eyes bulged, clearly surprised by my admission. I could see his mind beginning to race.

I added, "As I'm sure you've guessed Jim, I've had my fair share of sexual adventures. No reason to not act mature about them." I threw caution to the wind, continuing, "Besides, there's infinitely weirder shit out there then wanting your wife to have sex with another guy. In the grand scheme of things, it's pretty vanilla."

I could tell my comment resonated with them, a look of ease now breaking through on both their faces. I couldn't believe this conversation was actually happening.

Jim looked at Francine, and then back at me. "Wanna grab a drink after the game, discuss this like adults?"

I smiled, nodding, "Sure."

We found a secluded booth away from the crowd, and immediately ordered a few beers to help lubricate this potentially awkward conversation.

At first our discussion was about non sexual things, the game, the restaurant - but we soon broached the topic at hand.

Jim chuckled, admitting, "It's just nuts to think that we are actually talking about this. Been a bedroom fantasy for Francine and I for a long time, and I know it sounds weird at first. Like, how could a husband want that?"

We talked about the dominant and submissive nature of the act, and how it had been hard for Jim to come to grips with his small penis size - and how this fantasy seemed to stem from that. He admitted that he has recently grown to accept his below average endowment, and that very acceptance has become a serious turn on, knowing that he inexplicably wants Francine pleasured by a man with something larger.

"It's like, why hate myself? It's not something I can control, and there's something ridiculously compelling about accepting that I don't have what it takes to really give it to my wife in that porn star type way."

He looked at a blushing Francine, who replied "That's not true baby."

Jim chuckled, "Please love, look at these tits." He then squeezed her side, causing her to giggle, adding, "And these curves."

Jim sighed, and then looked in my direction, smiling, "I guess that's where you come in, Mark."

I took a swig of my cocktail and looked at Jim with unwavering confidence. "With respect Jim, I would love to have sex with your wife." I smiled at Francine, adding, "If she'd have me."

She blushed, and Jim pressed her, "Well babe. Do you want-?"

I saw her nod, as she interrupted her husband. "Yes. That sounds like a lot of fun."

My cock began to stir beneath the table, and Jim chuckled.

He added, "The only thing I'm worried about is that once you get a ride on his monster, you may cut me off entirely."

Francine gasped, laughed and then smacked her husband on the shoulder, "Don't be ridiculous!"

I felt emboldened by the free spirited nature of the conversation, and decided to push my luck by reaching my hand across the table to engulf Francine's. I added, smiling, "Well. I make no promises on that regard."

Jim's eyes widened, and looked down at my hand caressing his wife's. At first he seemed in shock, and then a smile crept across his face. Francine too, was blushing, and looked in her husbands direction to gauge his reaction.

"See. Why does that fucking turn me on so much?" Jim offered, seemingly happy about the realization, but also flabbergasted by it.

Francine's eyes looked devilish, perhaps inflamed by my touch. She leaned in and kissed her husband, before adding. "Because you want me with another man, you pervert, it's like you've been saying for years."

Jim laughed, shrugging in what looked like resignation. He reached for his wallet, and threw some bills on the table. "Mark, I'm taking my wife home for the night, but we'll be in touch soon."

I nodded, surprised by his spontaneous action, "Alright man. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Mark." Francine added with a smile, and I watched the two of them escape into the night.

Within fifteen minutes of them leaving, I received a text from Jim, "Want to come over for dinner tomorrow?"

I smiled, tapping my reply, "I'd love too."

Their house was lovely, but perhaps a couple rooms too large for just the two of them.

"We want to start a family, eventually." Jim offered between bites of his food. There was definitely an air of excitement about the kitchen, and you could cut through the sexual tension with a knife.

Just when I thought I couldn't be more attracted to Francine, I was able to bear witness to her cooking. The dinner was savory, an incredibly tender roast, complimented by an excellent Pinot, and some impeccably sauteed vegetables.

"This meal is mind blowing Francine. Thank you." I smiled across the table at her. She had donned a house dress, but it form fit her curves perfectly. She had also blown dry her hair, and that lovely lilac scent hit my nostrils in between the delicious aromas of the meal. She gazed at me, arousal in her eyes. There was a very real chemistry that had developed between us, and with every passing moment I wanted to explore it.

Jim seemed to fade into the background of the meal, offering joking comments that would interrupt the lustful stares I shared with his wife. I knew he could sense our developing intensity, and I wondered how he was feeling about the fact that his wife clearly wanted me to take her. The harsh reality is that Francine and I were only thinking about one thing, and that one thing was the impeding sexual experience we would give one another. I was obviously the alpha male in the room, the man with the bigger body, the man with the bigger cock, the man with the more attractive physique, and the man who would be fucking her on this night.

"Well, I'm gonna give you two some privacy. I need to get some work done." Jim's words suddenly interrupted our haze of attraction. Francine's eyes widened upon the realization that her husband would soon be taking his leave.

Jim scooped up his dishes, grabbing Francine's and mine as well. "Need to catch up on some accounts." He motioned his head in the direction of the open door across the kitchen, presumably to his home office. It was all a show, an effort to maintain some sense of decorum. He knew as well as we, where this night would end, with me inside his wife. He had already mentioned that he wasn't sure he could watch the act, and felt better suited to listen from his office. It admittedly turned me on to know I would be fucking this gorgeous married woman with her husband willingly accepting his fate, from within his own home. As harsh as it was to admit, for this evening at least, Jim ceased being my friend, and simply became the cuckold to the woman I would be having sex with.

"Are you sure you want me to keep Mark company baby?" Francine suddenly asked of her husband, confusion, arousal, need all present in her eyes. I noticed they both looked nervous, faces red and breathing heavy.

"Yes baby. I love you." He placed the dishes down into the kitchen sink, and kissed her one last time. He then refilled his wine glass, and walked into his office - closing the door behind him.

"I guess it's just you and me." Francine blushed.

"That works for me baby." I replied, looking directly into her eyes. I was overwhelmed with excitement over the prospect finally getting her naked.

She took a large sip of wine, "Jim already gave you the tour down here, but I was wondering if you wanted to see upstairs."

"I'd love too." I replied, smiling. I noticed that her entire face was flush, and that she continued to breathe heavily. We were going to waste no time, our foreplay having retroactively started weeks prior.

We ascended the stairs, and I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful ass, bouncing beneath the floral fabric of her dress. I slapped it, causing her to startle, and then a giggle escaped her lips.

"This is the den." She waved her hand towards the nook in front of us.

I nodded, and she began to stride down the hall, stopping to point into the master suite. It was elegantly furnished.

"And this is our room."

"Lovely." I replied, taking the opportunity to place my hand on her hip. She quickly placed her palm atop mine, chills then coursing through my body. She took me by the hand, and moved a few more steps down the hall.

I glanced into an open doorway, and noticed another large bed, and some candles lit atop a nightstand.

"This is the guestroom." Her voice cracked, and I knew what it meant. I couldn't help but smile. I could sense this was difficult for her, to venture down what had to be a foreign path of seduction. She was actually quite good at it, and it was clear her confidence was bolstered by her husband's permission.

She walked to the edge of the bed, and then turned and sat - her large breasts bouncing erotically as her rear hit the comforter. "Do you want to spend some time in here?" Her voice cracked again.

I closed the door behind me.

I turned back to her, smiling, and was met by her own wide, delirious smile. "Of course I do."

She spoke softly. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She paused, brushing her lovely hair behind one of her ears as she searched for the right words.

"I can't believe Jim's fantasies have led to this-"

"Just Jim's?" I interrupted.

She smiled, shaking her head, "No. I guess not just Jim's."

"After many years in a marriage, things can get a bit - dull." She smiled in melancholic fashion, and took a sip of her wine before adding, "He's been insisting for years, that I need more."

I took a step closer to her, before asking, "Do you need more, Francine?"

"I- sometimes-" She paused, stuttering while stealing a glance at my crotch, face turning red. "I think most women fantasize about a big man."

I gently grabbed the wine glass from her hand, placing it down next to me. I slowly interlocked my fingers with hers, and then moved her palm down to my trousers, where I motioned her in encouragement to explore my length. I was immediately feeling comfortable in my role. It was like something was awakening in me, all my years of sexual prowess, coming to a head by willingly participating in a married woman's sexual awakening.

Her voice was a hushed whisper, and she licked her lips as her fingers explored me, "God Mark. It's so big."

I loved the sensation of her small hands moving up and down my shaft, currently concealed by the fabric of my khaki's. It had only been a few minutes, but I was already growing addicted to her touch.

I felt supremely confident in that moment. My ego was surging, and I found myself unbuttoning my shirt, top to bottom. Her eyes watched my every move as she leaned back on the bed, using both hands to balance herself. Soon, I tossed the shirt to the side.

One of her hands shot up to explore my abdomen, moving upwards towards my chest. "God. Look at these muscles. You even have a six pack." It was more than obvious that she liked what she saw. I glanced down and noticed her wedding ring sparkling in the candle light as her white hand explored my black torso. I was suddenly kicked into overdrive.

I quickly kicked off my shoes, and my hands moved towards my belt buckle.

I unclasped my belt, and dropped my pants. My heavy cock was already erect, flopping upwards and jutting outwards with presence and weight. Her eyes were wide in deeply aroused fascination.

She covered her face with her hands for a moment. "Wow. I can't believe this is happening."

It wouldn't be the last time she said those words.

I removed her hands from her face, and lifted her to her feet in gentle but commanding fashion.

It was then that we kissed.

The electricity was incomprehensible, almost scary in its power. Her lips were soft, warm, and delicious as we met in lust. Our tongues immediately darted in and out, exploring one another's mouths with inflamed but delicate proficiency.

"Is this really happening?" She asked again, during a moment apart. There was deep excitement in her eyes.

I reached down to the bottom of her dress and began to deftly peel it upwards, and she raised her arms in acceptance. With every consent that Francine provided me, my ego inflamed that much more. I was looking at her now, her impossibly feminine body only concealed by black lace panties and bra. Her eyes widened as my cock touched her for the first time, moving sexily up her tummy so that the underside of my thickness was resting against her belly button. I reached behind her during one of our passionate kisses, and unclasped her bra. Her beautiful breasts spilled out, large and natural. They had minimal sag despite their fullness, and I immediately took them in hand, flickering her pale areolas. Her head arched backwards and a moan escaped her lips.

"I can't believe this is happening." She repeated, looking down in a trance with mouth open in stunned disbelief as my large hands explored her breasts.

I chuckled as I looked upon her beautiful body. "You are beautiful, Francine." She then looked up at me, desire in her eyes. Our lips once again collided in lust.

I grabbed her by her waist, and gently tossed her backwards onto the bed. She laughed as her back hit the cushion, smiling up at me. I couldn't help but notice her incredible tits bouncing erotically with the motion of her body.

I joined her on the bed, watching as she instinctively spread her legs for me. It was always deeply erotic to witness a woman submitting to you, the primal act of opening her legs to her lover. I had seen it hundreds of times throughout my life, but this time it was different, it was somehow - profound.

Francine's soon to be cuckolded husband was waiting downstairs, willingly submitting her to me. My cock stiffened into a diamond, and I knew I was going to give her something she had never experienced before. The sexually dominant side of my personality became very present in the moment, and I heard myself say, "Take your panties off."

Her cheeks flush, but she willingly complied. She sexily lifted her legs, her gorgeous white rump coming into view as she began to slide the lace down her thighs. The candlelight hit her glistening wet mound, plump, trimmed, and beautiful in its captivation. As they slid past her feminine feet she balled them up into her hands and threw them at me.

I caught them, instinctively raising the fabric to my nose to inhale her essence. I noticed another layer of lust hit her eyes as she bit her lip in response.

I quickly tossed her panties to the side, assuming my place on the bed. I laid next to her, caressing her thigh with my hand. We turned our heads, and kissed, lips smacking in passion.

I watched as her delicate hand reached to my manhood. Her small fingers grasped my girth. She had no hope of encircling it.

"Jesus." Her words were hushed.

Slowly she began to pump me, fascination coursing through both of us. She employed her other hand to explore me as well, reaching down to my heavy balls and feeling their weight, delicately massaging them with her feminine fingers.

"I can't believe I'm playing with your cock Mark." She whispered it into my neck, her hot breath sending a chill up my spine.

I leaned in and kissed her as my reply. She looked me in the eyes as she continued to pump my shaft.

"Not used to a cock that big, are you Francine?"

She shook her head, of course she wasn't.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

She bit her lip, eyes starting to glaze over in a haze of lust. She nodded.

"Say it baby."

She kissed me again. "I want you to fuck me. I need this so bad."

My cock strained in further hardness with her added reply, "Jesus Mark. I need you to fuck me!"

I grabbed her by her waist and lifted her delicate frame into a straddle atop me, her beautiful hair cascaded down into my face, smell of feminine lilac only inflaming my already heightened arousal. My big cock was now nestled into the crack of her plump ass, the warmth of her cheeks driving me insane with lust. Her luscious tits hung down and smashed into my chest.

"Wait." Was her hushed comment.

Suddenly, she leaned across me, which allowed me the room to plant heavy kisses across her nipples. I heard her stifled moans and the shuffling of a nightstand drawer. She returned with a Magnum condom box.

I smiled, "Baby, there's no way I can fit into those."

She frowned, "Jim bought them, in case-" A look of determination then hit her face, and she admitted, "It's okay. I will get a morning after pill tomorrow."

The realization that I would be fucking her completely raw, only served to further enhance my arousal.

I smiled, replying, "Jim doesn't understand large condoms baby. Magnums are for average men who want to feel above average, I can't even fit comfortably into the XL's. There's no way those'll fit."

I grabbed the Magnum box from her hand, and tossed them across the room.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She echoed, blushing.

I turned her over, laying her down into the bed cushion, and aligning my cock at the entrance to her womanhood.

She giggled, offering, "Jim tried one of those Magnums on and his little guy was swimming in it."

I slapped my thickness down onto her mound, which caused her to scream in shocked delight, "Ohh!"

I chuckled, "Not surprising. I've seen your husband in the showers. He has a little dick." I didn't mean for it to be an insult, I was simply being honest. Still, giving voice to her husbands sexual status as a beta male inherently served to arouse us both.

She bit her lip, blushing. She nodded, spreading her legs wide for me. Her glistening lips pulling apart, exposing her feminine pinkness, lubricated and ready to be taken. She spoke. Her voice was a naughty whine, "I think I'm a cruel woman Mark. Your big cock makes me so wet. It's so much bigger than my husbands, and that really turns me on!"

I chuckled, buying into my role yet further. I replied, "It's not cruel Francine, it's just nature. It's normal for a woman to be aroused by a big cock."

She squealed as I slapped my cock against her clit. I demanded, "Do you want me to fuck you Francine?"

She grabbed my arms, running her fingers across my biceps. Her words were a scathing whisper, her arousal taking control of her. Her body arched in desperation as she rubbed her mound into my engorged head.

She screamed, "I want your big cock inside me!"

The gasp as I entered her was inspiration. She clawed into my arms, and then my shoulders, as my length invaded her for the first time. I knew to move in slowly, her womanhood wasn't used to my size. I would gently thrust an inch, and then retract, allowing her time to stretch and accommodate me. Her gasp became another, and then a moan escaped her lips.

"Ohhh! Wowww! Ohhh myyy!" She abruptly placed her hands on my abdomen, afraid of the potential, but almost as quickly removed them, suddenly ready for more of me. I smiled. I loved this part of the conquest.

She then moved her hands to her face, covering her eyes in disbelief. "Mark! Fuck you are so big!" She gasped again as over half of me was now inside her. "I can't- I can't believe it."

I reached down and clutched her tits, one in each hand, massaging them as I continued to stuff my cock into her married pussy. Once again, the realization that her husband was downstairs, that she was a married woman willingly giving herself to me, spurred my arousal to previously uncharted levels.