You love it when I get so involved in a new lover that I ignore the fact that you are in the room. I know you feel so thrilled to have the honor of watching me explore my sexuality with someone new. I am always so wet and excited by the situation; that the room just fills with the scent of my arousal. By the end of the night with a new bull our bedroom is permeated with the intoxicating aroma of my betrayal.

The nature of your devious cuckoldry is very loving, but sadistic. One time I found it amusing to blindfold you half way through a session. Although, you couldn’t object due to being bound to a chair that faced the bed, you felt that the strong trusting that we had always nurtured was still well guarded.

Once the blindfold was on; all you could focus on was the noise of my sexual ecstasy as my well-endowed lover took me to new orgasmic levels. Soon your senses drifted away from the ever present sounds and focused on the wonderful aromas of our exploits. Each scent was unique, wonderful and produced a deepening sense of jealousy and humiliation in you.

The whole night flew by as though the hours he and I were exploring each others bodies were just mere minutes. The sounds of skin on skin, explosive pleasure, eventually tapered off and were replaced by the sound of exhausted panting. Our breathing evened out, becoming deep and content and you knew I had fallen asleep on our bed, with my lover, leaving you blindfolded and bound to the chair. You stayed awake and alert all night. Tortured by the idea of the woman you love so completely full of another man’s cum and resting peacefully in his arms. You desired nothing more in that moment than to reclaim me. Try to prove your worth as a man, even though you knew you would fail.

In the morning, you were brought out of your reverie by the sound of bodies stirring, soft waking moans, and the tell tale wet sucking noises of a mouth on a cock. You groaned inwardly, knowing I was taking my lover into my mouth, and soon you were rewarded by his groans too. After a short while you felt a hand graze against your bound arm, beginning to loosen the knots. The soft touch of my lips were then felt upon yours; as we embraced one another with our mouths you noticed the faint taste of my pussy juices from the shaft of his thick cock, along with the obvious and surprising taste of his cum as well. The very flavor brought forth a sudden feeling of humiliation, as I never would dare swallow one of your loads. My lips pulled away from yours, you found your arms free, and I spoke softly with an initial giggle “I couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry. Now be a good boy and go make us breakfast”.