They talked for the time it took to down their drinks, sharing stories and getting to know each other's boundaries.
Jess was surprised at how much she enjoyed their conversation, the way his deep voice resonated in her chest and made her nipples harden. He was so easy to chat with, not arrogant but worldy-wise enough to know how to hold and carry a good conversation. The Hammer was more than just a pretty face; he was charismatic and charming, and she found herself eager to get to the main event.
The moment of truth arrived. They ditched their table and picked up some towels on the way to their private room, the walls adorned with mirrors that reflected their every move. The Hammer didn't waste any time, his mouth descending on Jess's open lips like a starving man at a feast. She moaned into the kiss, her hand reaching for his cock, feeling the heat and size through his pants, descending down and flicking his jeans open to get at his enormous penis.
John watched, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife's lips wrapping around the bull's cock. He had never seen her like this before, even in their earlier days, so eager, so hungry for a man's touch. It was intoxicating, watching her like this. He felt like he was watching a live porn scene, but better because it was real, it was his wife.
The Hammer's cock was like nothing Jess had ever felt before. It was thick and it was long, it filled her mouth to her throat, making her gag and drool. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her, stretching her wide and filling her cunt with his seed.
John took his place beside the bed, stroking himself slowly as he watched. The sight of Jess on her knees, her cheeks hollowed out with the effort of sucking the bull's cock, was more than he could handle. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her movements, making her take more of him.
The Hammer was relentless, his hands exploring Jess's body as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they were tight and sensitive. He slid his hand down her back, over the curve of her ass, and into her soaking fuck hole.
Jess moaned around his cock, her body begging for more. She felt him enter her, his thickness pushing past her resistance and filling her completely. She looked up at John, her eyes glazed with passion, reeling in the sluttiness of it all and he knew that she was his. He stroked her cheek, a silent promise that no matter what happened tonight, they were in this together.
The Hammer began to fuck Jess with a ferocity that took her breath away. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing under his as he claimed her. John watched as the other man's muscles flexed, his hips pumping in a rhythm that made the bed squeak.
He couldn't hold back any longer, standing by the bed as his wife was taken so completely. He needed to be a part of this, to feel his wife's heat and the power of the bull's dominance. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting the other man's precum on her lips.
Jess felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her pussy clenching around the bull's cock. She reached down and stroked John's cock, her hand slick with her own juices. She whispered how much she loved him and how grateful she was for allowing her to fuck a man with such a massive cock, to make him feel as much relief as she did.
The tension grew, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. And then, the Hammer groaned, bucking his hips, painting Jess's insides with his thick load as he grunted every last drop of his cum into John's wife's battered pussy.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and sticky skin. For a moment, there was only silence, the aftermath of their wild ride. And then, Jess looked up at her husband, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "This is exactly what I needed."
John leaned down and kissed her. "And you're exactly what he needed," he murmured.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. It was the first night of their new life, a life filled with unbridled passion and the thrill of the unknown. They had found their bull, and they knew that this was just the beginning.
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