A Bull’s account of a hotwife nurse (Part-1)
I meet these couples on various online communities and I met Maggie on Kasidie.com. It was a Sunday and I was having a special and seemingly urgent craving for someone’s wife so I welcomed her message. Her photos were stunning; almost six feet tall, fit, shoulder length blonde hair, and piercing, big, round blue eyes. To seal the deal, the photos she sent included one of her wearing her nurse’s scrubs. Scrubs, for some reason, are an instant turn on for me. Seeing the way they hang low on a woman’s hips and the way her ass holds them up while simultaneously hiding all other curves makes my cock instantly hard. My imagination goes wild. It brings me instantly to my fantasy of fucking a nurse in a hospital bathroom. Hey, we all have these fantasies that seem to come from nowhere and seem oddly not exciting to others, right?
To seal the deal, the photos she sent included one of her wearing her nurse’s scrubs. Scrubs, for some reason, are an instant turn on for me. Seeing the way they hang low on a woman’s hips and the way her ass holds them up while simultaneously hiding all other curves makes my cock instantly hard.
The idea of taking someone else’s wife while her husband is watching is innate in me. Fucking another man’s wife, to me, is a primal instinct. It feels natural. I’m self-aware to know fully this feeling is psychologically rooted some sort of carnal, Neanderthal instinct of the strong man getting the woman. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t view women as prizes or objects, but the sense of power to see a woman enjoying my body (let’s be honest, primarily my cock), while the man she actually loves watches, gives me joy. Yes, joy. I intentionally choose this word because it is happy, and there is a feeling of elation, and of course deep bodily pleasure. Clearly, fucking feels amazing, but any bull who is worth a damn knows it’s not all about them. It’s more about the couple: I am fulfilling someone else’s kink. It’s fucking terrible that we mostly live in a world where are kinks are categorized as divergent. And in this role, I can give the wonderful gift of validation.
What I love about being a bull (besides the constant glorification of my beautiful cock) is connecting with people in some of the most intimate ways people can. I am complementing this couple’s sex life. And I take that seriously. It’s a unique role to play because while I am absolutely getting something out of this, I am also giving this couple something they love and helps them more deeply connect. Sure, I get to fuck, which feels good, but what’s better is to know that I have been able to be a part of this couple’s connection with each other. Plus I get to come. Win win!
Okay, so Maggie. Nurse, 40 years old, hot as fuck. She didn’t admit it openly, but her husband is a cuck. I can see it clearly through her texts and descriptions of him. I’m a professional. Hubby wasn’t going to be there (not odd) so she wanted to take pictures and videos to send to him live during the session. Not all people in cuckold relationships want or need to both be present in the session, but either way they’re always present and part of the process in the moment. The pure part of this arrangement with the couple is that they’re in it together.
First, Maggie and I exchange texts on Kasidie, then I invite her to Kik, we exchange live camera pictures, then we talk on the phone, then once we both feel the vibe of comfort and excitement, we make arrangements to meet. This enables me to weed out the picture collectors, flakes, and fakes. At this point I can see these things fairly immediately. If there is too much indecisiveness, changing of plans, too many rules (i.e. there’s nothing in it for me), I’m out. I have no interest in having sex that is going to feel bad for anyone. That’s gross.
It takes a little more than four hours to drive to where Maggie’s lives and I spend most of the time envisioning and planning the session. This is my meditation and get my mind flowing. I play out all the possible scenarios that can play out. I’m pumping up my mind (literally) and I’m pumping up my cock (figuratively).
Some run-of-the mill considerations I need to prepare for is the level of aggression for which the wife is prepared when it comes to getting fucked and the level of aggression for which the husband is prepared when it comes to watching his wife be dominated by another man who probably has a bigger cock than he does. To gauge this, I am thoughtful about the questions I ask and pay attention to the answers. At this point I have enough tools in my arsenal to be ready for anything and I’m confident… but this work also requires me to be nimble. But I’ll be honest in that I’m not thinking about this entirely as a service. I’m psyching myself up, my cock is getting hard, and I’m horny as fuck.
I always talk about boundaries and this usually happens. We talk about my experience, their experiences, what their boundaries are, and discuss boundaries. In this case, Maggie met me alone in my hotel room and there was little to no discussion. Within a minute she had my cock in her mouth.
To be continued….