Poolside Bull’s Temptation: Cuck Husband’s Wild Ride
Links: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
Chapter 1: Bikini Bargain Gone Wild 🔥
Sophia twisted in the dim mirror of the upscale beachwear boutique, her red curls tumbling wild over sweat-glistened shoulders. The air hummed with salty ocean breezes sneaking through the open doors, mixing with the sharp tang of new fabric and her own musky excitement. At 26, her yoga-toned body screamed sin—pert D-cup tits straining the flimsy black strings, hips flaring into a bubble ass that jiggled just right. She snapped a quick pic, heart pounding, and fired it off to Derek, their ripped neighbor.
“This the slut suit you crave for my pool dips?” she texted, biting her lip. Derek’s reply buzzed instant: “Fuck yeah, babe. Spin for the goods. Video it.”
She hit record, phone propped on the bench, turning slow. The thong bottom vanished between her firm cheeks, green accents popping against ebony fabric like venomous temptation. “Too much for your greedy eyes, trainer man?” Her voice dripped honeyed taunt.
Derek’s call lit up. She answered, screen filling with his chiseled jaw, dark stubble framing a smirk under gym-rat eyes. Mid-40s, built like a brick shithouse from endless squats, he lounged shirtless in his townhouse, veins bulging on forearms. “Shit, Sophia, that ass is begging for slaps. Tug those strings lower—show me if your pussy lips peek.”
Heat flushed her core. “You’re filthy, Derek. Alex’d lose his shit if he knew I’m modeling for you.” But her thumbs hooked the waistband, inching down till crimson curls framed her slick slit. The boutique clerk’s footsteps echoed distant—risk amped the throb between her thighs.
“Dripping already? Good girl. Buy it. Wear it Friday poolside. One month clean play, and I claim that date you promised.” His growl vibrated through the phone, cock twitching visible in his shorts.
She gasped, fingers brushing her swollen clit accidental-like. “Deal’s on, bull. But hands off till earned.” Hanging up, Sophia snatched two more suits—modest top, raunchy micro bottom. Cashier smirked knowing. Bag in hand, she texted Alex: “Got his secret suit. Felt his stare burn through the screen. Yours to imagine never.”
Alex, her slim graphic designer hubby of two years, slaved remote in their adjacent townhouse. His reply zinged nerves: “Fuck, babe. Details later? Hurts delicious.” That was their kink—his cuck fire, her tease blaze. Weeks back, over whiskey shots at a dive bar near the complex pool, Alex had spilled to Derek after one too many laughs. “Watch her flaunt, man. Tease her limits. Earn a date if you behave.” Derek’s eyes had lit predator.
Now, reality scorched.
Chapter 2: Poolside Tease Inferno 💋
Friday scorched the townhouse complex, concrete steaming under relentless sun. Sophia slathered oil, skin gleaming bronze over freckles, red hair piled high. The black-green micro rode high, barely caging her heaving tits, ass cheeks fully exposed like ripe peaches. Pool deck empty save Derek’s balcony overlook—perfect perch.
She stretched languid on the lounger, legs splaying casual, pussy mound camel-toed through thin strings. Salt-chlorine bite filled nostrils, lounge chair plastic sticky under slick thighs. “Hey, neighbor!” she called, spotting his shadow. “Like your gift?” Arching back, tits thrust skyward, nipples hard diamonds.
Derek leaned rail, towel slung low on V-cut hips, bulge obscene. “Fucking perfection, tease queen. Oil that ass—make it shine for daddy.” His bark rough, eyes devouring.
Sophia squirted lotion, hands gliding slow over globes, fingers dipping crack. Moan escaped real—touch sparked fire. “Eyes only, remember? Alex’s rules.” But hips rolled instinctive, grinding air, scent of aroused cunt wafting faint.
Alex peeked blinds across the shared fence, cock rigid in fist. Heart hammered wild, gut twisting envy-ache. His yoga goddess, his wife, whoring display for the bull next door. Stroke quickened as Derek groaned audible: “Spread wider, slut. Lemme dream of pounding that married hole.”
She obeyed part, knees parting till inner lips bloomed slick. “One week down, stud. Three more for your prize.” Laughter husky, then gasp—thumb grazed clit hood. Waves lapped pool edge rhythmic, mirroring her pulse.
Derek palmed his meat through towel. “Text later. Dirty secrets for your cuck.” Towel dropped accidental, veiny nine-incher springing free, pre-cum glistening purple head. Sophia’s breath hitched, mouth watering sudden. Alex came hard in shadows, ropes splattering window sill, shame-sweet.
Sun dipped, she gathered towel, ass swaying exit. Phone buzzed: Derek. “Tomorrow gym? Spot me squats—earn brownie points.” New twist—Sophia’s gym gig overlapped his clientele. Danger dialed up.
Flashback Heat: The Bar Pact
Weeks prior, smoky bar haze clung like lovers’ sweat. Alex nursed bourbon, Derek pounding brews, Sophia sandwiched giggling in tight dress. “Flirt him up, Soph,” Alex slurred bold. “Make me throb jealous.”
Derek’s hand grazed her knee under table—electric. “Rules? Tease pool, gym glances. Bikini mine alone. Month no grabs, date’s yours.” Sophia’s panties soaked instant, thighs clench. “Deal. But taste my fire first?” Fingers danced his thigh teasing.
Alex nodded eager, cock straining. Pact sealed in filth whispers.
Chapter 3: Gym Grind and Secret Strokes
Saturday gym throbbed bass-heavy, sweat-slick air thick with grunts and iron clang. Sophia squatted deep in Derek’s bikini—wait, no, gym shorts micro over it, crop top sheer on sports bra. Red ponytail whipped as she dropped low, ass blooming, Derek spotting close—breath hot on neck.
“Deeper, whore. Push that pussy back,” he murmured low, hands ghosting hips. Fabric rasped skin, musk of his arousal blending her jasmine lotion. Barbell bit palms, thighs quaking burn.
“Fuck, Derek—too close!” But arch exaggerated, cheeks brushing his crotch—iron rod. Pubic bone kissed through cloth, spark jolted her core. Spotters glanced jealous.
Alex lurked treadmill distant, binoculars app zoomed phone screen. View devoured, fist pumping stealth under towel. “My wife’s bull grind,” he whispered self, balls tightening.
Post-set, water fountain lean—Derek pinned casual, bulge grinding thigh. “Texted your hubs that ass pic. He’s jerking now, bet.” Sophia tasted salt on lips, nipples aching peaks. “Prove it.” Phone out: Alex’s reply—dick pic ropes. She laughed throaty, forwarding Derek copy. “Cuck’s drooling.”
Locker steam later, Sophia fingered frantic, replaying grind. Climax crashed silent, juices puddling tile. Derek’s locker bang echoed—his own fap roar guessed.
Nightfall, texts flew threesome private. Derek: “Sophia’s clit throbbed on my thigh today. Taste soon?” Alex: “Details, fucker. Make her scream.” Sophia: “Patience, boys. Week two starts naughty.” 🔥
Chapter 4: Midnight Balcony Breach and Filthy Chats
Moon silvered the shared backyard fence, crickets chirp frantic under muggy night. Sophia slipped balcony in Derek’s bikini, robe open fluttering. Breeze chilled damp nipples, pussy lips puffy from endless edging.
Derek waited opposite, naked sprawled lounger, fist slow-pumping meat slick with lube—musky whiff crossing air. “Showtime, married slut. Finger that cuck-teased cunt.”
She dropped robe, tits bouncing free. Fingers plunged deep, squelch audible, three-knuckled ream stretching walls. “Like this, bull? Alex sleeps hard—watching your cock throb for my holes.”
Alex feigned sleep, door cracked, live feed from hidden cam. Glory choked silent, envy bile sweet. Crude chat popped phone:
Derek: “Beg for my load, Soph. Cover those tits.”
Sophia: “Cum for me, daddy. Paint air imagining my throat.”
Mutual peaks synced—her squirt arcing deck, his ropes jetting chest, guttural roars blending night. Post-bliss text to Alex: “Balcony fingered for him. Came thinking your shame.” He erupted again, sheets ruined.
New scene twist: Next morn, Derek “dropped” invite—private training sesh his home gym. Sophia arrived yoga pants sheer, cameltoe wink. “Warm-up stretch?” He growled, hands kneading ass bold. No grab rule bent—palms cupped, thumb pressed pucker. “Earned peek,” she moaned, grinding back. Alex peeked drone cam new buy, stroking furious.
Tension coiled ratchet. Week three loomed explosive.
Hidden Watcher’s Agony Bliss
Alex’s den reeked cum stale, monitors glow multi-angle: Sophia’s ass-impale tease. Fists blurred, tears mixed jizz—pure cuck nectar.
Chapter 5: Date Night Devour and Cuck Climax 💋🔥
Month ticked divine agony. Pool teases evolved grabs—Derek’s paws mauling tits poolside, fingers knuckle-deep pussy under water, Alex slurping sloppy seconds home. Gym grinds to dry-humps lockers. Balcony mutual mastrub to sync’d fucks toys mimicking bull cock.
Date night scorched: Upscale beach hotel, ocean roar crashing waves. Sophia silk dress clung curves, no panties—Derek’s Mercedes throbbed bass en route. Alex tracked GPS, hotel room cam planted maid bribe.
Lobby haze candle-wax sweet, Derek’s hand owned ass cheek, fingers dipping slit casual. “Your cuck waits replay?” She purred yes, clit pulsing grip.
Suite balcony sunset blaze, champagne fizz tongue-tickle. Dress pooled ankles—bikini ditched, nude glory. Derek’s mouth devoured tits, teeth nipping rosy buds, tongue swirling salty peaks. “Suck my fat cock, tease bitch.”
Sophia knelt marble cool, lips stretch obscene ’round veiny girth. Gagging slobber cascaded chin-tits, throat bulge visible. “Gluck-gluck,” gurgles wet, nostrils flare his pubes musk—sweat, pre, man primal. Balls slapped chin rhythmic, ass cheeks clap.
Alex live-stream moaned hotel mirror, fist frenzy matching her skull-fuck. “Take it, wife-slut!”
Derek hoisted her balcony rail, face ocean plunge. Cock slammed pussy hilt, balls-deep stretch burn. “Tight married hole—milkin my bull seed!” Walls clenched vise, cream froth shaft, squelch symphony over waves crash. Nipples scraped rail icy, wind whipped red hair wild.
She bucked feral, ass rippling impacts. “Breed me! Cuck’s dream!” Climax tsunami—pussy gush fountain, soaking thighs concrete.
Flip to ass-up: Pucker winked lube’d, Derek’s thumb ream prep. “Virgin hole mine?” Spit-lube plunge, ring yielding slow. Inch-by-inch invasion, burn-melt bliss, prostate-mimic stroke wall. Full hilt, balls nestle cheeks—pound piston brutal.
“Fuuuuck! Split my shithole!” Sophia wailed, tits flail slap, drool puddle. Derek roared beast, ropes blast deep—hot jets paint bowels, overflow dribble thighs.
Pull-out creamy gape wink, cum-bubble fart. She scooped, sucked fingers clean—salty tang bliss.
Alex’s feed peaked ropes wallop screen, black-out bliss.
Dawn return: Sophia’s holes ache tender, makeup smeared, dress rumpled. Alex devoured pussy pie—Derek seed thick tongue-swallow. “More dates?” She winked.
“Endless, firewife.” Pact evolved orgy blaze. Pool beckoned tomorrow—new rules, deeper sins.
Their hunger? Insatiable. 🔥
