A Bull of Her Own

Bridget did not drop the hotwife desires upon her return to normalcy. For in Los Angeles, how much really was normal? And in a world of haves and have nots, she and Lewis definitely fit within the 'haves'.

They took a fruitless stab at normalcy, trying to find a normal BBC for a normal relationship. Yet something was always missing. For Lewis, he was worried they may get too emotionally attached to his hotwife. For Bridget, it was a lack of excitement with some suitors. So their compromise was this man: a veteran porn star named Lennox.

He was sitting in the den of Lewis and Bridget's home in the hills overlooking the city. Lennox had a whiskey on the rocks in one hand, and Bridget's ass in his other hand.

"This is a nice place," Lennox said, looking around. God, this hot little blonde was a smokeshow he thought.

"Thanks," Lewis said lamely. "You're in full agreement, right, about not wanting more than --"

"Relax white boy," Lennox said gruffly. "I'm a professional." Lewis nodded dumbly.

The three retreated to the bedroom, which had a captivating view of the city. Bridget stripped the bull eagerly, tugging off his shirt, sucking at his nipples and kissing down his abs. He was clean shaven, and not as large as Antoine, although that could be forgiven. She tugged out his long, fat cock, marveling at it, remembering seeing it in porn quite often.

"Isn't it pretty, cucky?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at her husband.

"Mm," Lewis hummed. She chuckled, wrapping her lips around the tip and bobbing them up and down, taking him deeper, just like she learned with Antoine. Up and down, greedier and greedier, until she bottomed out on it. Then she clambered up him, gripping his shoulders as she lowered her pussy onto his stiff Black shaft.

"Mmm, fuck, this is what I missed," she purred. And then they mated, as only a Bull and a wife could.