Bull or Boyfriend

Bull or Boyfriend

 

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Bull or Boyfriend

An Erotic Male Chastity Novel

 

Copyright © 2025 Green Bush Publishing

 

First Edition

 

All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher.

 

 

A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

 

 

About the Author

 

Chapter 1

 

“The waiter wanted to card you,” Cammie said to Oliver.

The young man blushed. He looked guiltily at the beer sitting on the table in front of him. “I’m twenty-five,” he pointed out.

“You look eighteen.” She leaned forward, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage. She saw where his eyes went. She liked that he looked. “But I like younger men.”

“I know. I read your profile.”

“Do you like older women or do you just want to get laid?” she asked as she sipped almost daintily at the whiskey in her glass.

Oliver froze. “I…uh…fuck…I don’t know how to answer that.”

Cammie laughed. “It’s fine. If you meet someone on a hookup app, there’s really only one answer to the question.”

He tried to give her a winning smile. “And here I thought this was a date.” He ran his hand through his sandy-blond hair.

“It’s a get to know you date so I can decide if I want to fuck you.”

“Right.” He drank quickly from his beer.

“Don’t gulp it,” she told him. “I know you’re young, but I want everything fully operating.” She looked down meaningfully at his lap which was partially blocked by the table. Oliver wasn’t clueless. He knew what she meant.

“Does that mean…”

“You seem very nice and polite and you say you have a big dick…there’s only one way for me to find out for sure, isn’t there?”

 

In the hotel room she had him get down on his knees in front of her. Cammie liked being in charge when it came to sex. 

“Good boy.” 

He smiled up at her. On the app fifteen years didn’t seem to be that much of a difference, but Cammie carried herself completely differently than any woman Oliver’s age ever had. They were playing a game and he liked it.

Cammie stepped back and untied the strings keeping her dress closed. It wasn’t a fancy dress, but something she could wear to work or on a date. She liked that it was easy to put on…and take off. 

She loved Oliver’s reaction when she opened up the dress, exposing herself to him. His face lit up like he was a little boy on Christmas morning seeing a pile of presents all for him.

The lingerie she wore under her dress wasn’t elaborate or fancy, but refined and just sexy enough. A yellow bra with some extra straps and lace pushing her tits up to highlight the cleavage she was capable of making. A pair of matching panties that looked almost demure from the front but Oliver couldn’t yet see they were actually a thong. She wore stay-up thigh high stockings because she knew men loved them. Personally she would have been happy to have bare legs. She was going to keep on the stockings while they had sex and she knew they were going to get ruined. She was fine with that.

“Like what you see?”

Oliver nodded. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She laughed, throwing her head back a bit, letting her straight brown hair tickle her back between her shoulder blades. “Careful with the compliments.” She slapped her belly. It wasn’t completely flat, but it wasn’t a beer gut either. “This body has seen some mileage.”

“Can I…can I touch you?”

Her smile projected her confidence. “I want you to do a lot more than that.” Cammie stepped forward and put her hand on his face, feeling the stubble on his chin and cheeks—had he shaved that morning?—before all but forcing her middle and ring finger between his lips.

She liked the warm feeling of his mouth on her fingers. Oliver sucked on them for a few seconds and then winced as her fingers went all the way in, reaching nearly the back of his throat. 

“Problem?” she asked, withdrawing her fingers.

“I didn’t know you were going to deep throat me,” he joked.

“My fingers aren’t that big.” She waggled them in front of his face.

“Your ring caught on my teeth.”

Cammie pulled back her hand and inspected her rings. Everything was in order.

“Maybe you shouldn’t date a married woman,” she suggested. “Or I should have taken off my engagement ring, perhaps? This diamond is ridiculously large.”

Oliver’s eyes bulged and he started to get off the floor. “You’re married!?”

Putting a calming hand on his shoulder, she said, “Yes. Of course. You didn’t see the ring earlier? You didn’t read my profile?”

“Uh…no.”

She shook her head. “Kids these days.”

“I need to leave,” he said, starting to get up again but she kept her hand on his shoulder, holding him down. He was much bigger and stronger than her. He could have gotten off his knees if he had truly wanted.

“Leave and you don’t get laid,” she told him.

“I’d rather not find out your husband wants to kill me for sleeping with his wife.” This time he managed to get to his feet. He didn’t want to leave, but he wasn’t stupid.

“My husband knows I’m here.”

Oliver paused. “What?”

“My husband knows I’m here. We have an open marriage.”

Oliver’s mouth worked for a moment. “Oh,” was all he said.

“Are you going to walk out or are we going to fuck?”

Oliver knew when he was being offered the chance of a lifetime. “I choose fucking.”

“Good. Get your clothes off. I want to see your dick.”

It was the first time that Oliver had ever undressed with a woman watching him and not participating in the process. It was the strangest sort of foreplay he had ever gone through. He stopped when he was down to his underwear. 

Cammie stared at his bulge. She could tell he was already erect. He wasn’t so big that his cock was sticking out of the waistband, but she was impressed with his semi-revealed size. 

Just as he was about to pull down his last garment, Cammie stepped forward and put her hand to his crotch. “Nice,” she softly commented.

Oliver groaned softly as she rubbed him. “Don’t do that…you’re going to make me cum.”

“That’s the idea.” Reaching up, she pulled his face down to hers for a kiss. She was happy to part her lips and let him stick his tongue down her throat.

“But I don’t want you to cum before we have sex.”

“Does oral count as sex?” she asked and dropped to her knees. There was no stopping her now from pulling down his boxer briefs. 

Cammie didn’t exactly gasp when his cock bounced out, but she was duly impressed. 

“Oh, very nice,” she complimented her, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and taking a moment to admire it.

“Thank you?” Oliver was wary. He felt like he was on the edge, going to cum too soon. He didn’t want to disappoint her.

“You’re big,” she said firmly, “but not too big. Handsomely big. You’re going to fill me up nicely.”

“Good to hear,” Oliver was about to say, but then Cammie put his cock’s head in her mouth, circling her tongue around the corona and he let out a shuddering gasp. Then she cupped his balls, not too firmly, but enough to let him know she was fully in control of him.

It wasn’t that Oliver hadn’t had blowjobs before in his life, but never one done as well as Cammie did. Oliver suddenly realized what Benjamin Franklin was all about. Older women were experienced and it showed.

Of course it helped that Oliver hadn’t been laid in weeks and any decent effort was more than enough for him.

He groaned and put his hands on her head. “Oh…fuck…you’re going to make me cum.”

Cammie backed off for just a moment. “If you cum in my mouth…can you get hard again and fuck me properly?”

He grinned. “Fuck yeah.”

“Good. Because I love the taste of cum.”

She put him back in her mouth and eagerly pumped him with her hand while sucking on the head. Her other hand firmly squeezed his balls.

It was too much. He wanted to hold off forever. She had only been blowing him for a minute, but he was already completely in her control.

“I’m gonna—”

That was all the warning Cammie got. He grunted and came and filled her mouth with his spunk. Cammie swallowed and continued to suck and swallow each ejaculation he made. Oliver gasped and moaned. It was like he was sucking his soul out of his cock. He wanted it to stop; he wanted it to go on forever.

Finally Cammie backed off and licked her lips. “You have tasty cum.”

Oliver stumbled back and sat down heavily on the bed. “That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”

“Thank you.” Without ceremony Cammie pulled her bra off, tossing it aside, and then removed her panties. Oliver just watched. She might have been older, but she still had an incredible body. It wasn’t perfect, but that didn’t bother him in the least. 

Cammie strutted over to the bed, swinging her hips, and then lay down on it next to him. “Time to put your tongue to work,” she told him, lifting her knees and spreading her legs. She didn’t have a bare pussy, but much of her dark brown curls had been removed. Her hand danced across her pussy. Oliver could hear her playing with herself.

It took him a moment. “Oh! You want me to go down on you!”

“Smart boy. Yes, please. If you do a good job and make me cum, then you get to fuck me.” When he started to move, she grabbed his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss. “I want you to do a good job and make me cum. I want that big cock in my pussy.”

That was all the encouragement that Oliver needed. While he had never gotten any complaints about his oral skills, he suddenly had his doubts about how good he was. No woman he had been with was anywhere near as good at sucking cock as Cammie. What if that were true in reverse? Were his pussy eating skills only…average?

His doubts didn’t stop him from diving in between Cammie’s thighs. Her scent was strong and when he licked her, she shivered. Her taste was slightly acidic but otherwise Cammie’s pussy was as familiar to him as his last girlfriend’s.

“Focus on the clit,” she instructed him. “If you can’t find it, you can’t put your cock in me…” Her words trailed off.

He found her clit and sucked on it. He summoned up every memory of every woman he had bedded in an effort to please and impress Cammie. He tried to remember every piece of advice he had been given on how to eat out a woman.

The last thing he needed was to be a failure in bed.

Oliver went so far as to slip a pair of fingers into her tunnel to help with his efforts. She seemed to like it when he did that. Her moans were growing in intensity and she was wiggling around while he tried to keep her pinned down to better please her.

“Keep going,” she panted. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna…”

Bending back his ring finger with his thumb, he pressed his pinky against his tightly puckered anus. 

That caused her to tense up. Maybe that’s what she needed. An instant later she was bucking her hips, rubbing her pussy in his face. He enjoyed the treatment. He liked having her amrita smeared across his face.

It took her a moment to settle down. 

“Did I make you cum?” he asked innocently.

Cammie laughed lightly. “You did. Very good job. But you didn’t need to try to shove your finger up my ass.”

“Lots of women like the shocker.”

“Lots of women like to be asked first. You didn’t need to put a finger up my ass. I was about to cum anyway.”

Oliver was embarrassed. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I thought that you might like it.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, but that you didn’t need to do it. And that you should have asked first.”

“Oh!”

“It’s good to save something for next time.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” Oliver’s heart sang.

A smile played on Cammie’s lips. “There might be. Show me your cock.”

Oliver moved from lying face down between her legs to kneeling and showing off his cock and body to her. As promised, he was once again erect; a benefit of being young.

“Nice.” Cammie reached for him again. He wasn’t as rock hard as he was before, but it was good enough to meet Cammie’s approval. “Very nice. Do you know how to use that thing?” Her fingers trailed down to his balls and then even lower to his taint. That caused him to tense and pull back.

“Yes! Let me show you.”

In a flash he was on top of her. He had his cock in hand and immediately tried to push inside her well-moistened and prepared pussy, but Oliver had a bit of trouble finding her entrance. 

“Here. Let me.” Once more she grabbed hold of him, taking control of the situation. 

With her help, Oliver found where he needed to be. His cock sank all the way into her. They both groaned at the joining of their bodies. 

“Oh…you are much bigger than my husband,” she whispered in his ear. “Fuck me. Use that cock.”

Oliver didn’t need to be told twice. Cammie tilted her hips and locked her ankles behind his back as Oliver thrusted into her, over and over, as hard as he could. He briefly thought that maybe he was being too rough, but Cammie didn’t complain. 

Cammie was moaning passionately under his treatment. That only encouraged him further. 

“Fuck…me! Use…that…big…cock!”

Though he had just cum minutes before, Oliver was once again on the precipice of orgasm. It was everything he could do to hold back and fill her pussy. Baseball. Mowing the lawn. Cold showers.

Cammie came again. She moaned and clutched Oliver tightly. That wasn’t enough. She sank her teeth into his shoulder.

That hurt. He liked it. Oliver came. He came harder than ever before. He shot his load into her so hard that he was certain it would shoot out the top of her head.

“Oh…fuck…yes…” she moaned. “You’ll do. You’ll definitely do. You’ll get a second chance at this pussy.”

“Good,” he panted, wiped out. “I…can’t…wait.”

 

Chapter 2

 

“Did you have a good night?” 

When Cammie got home, Brett was waiting for her in bed. He was wearing pajamas. He only wore pajamas on nights like this. 

“He’s got a cock bigger than yours,” she reported to him. Cammie turned on the bedroom lights so he could see her undress. He had been reading from his Kindle.

Brett smiled. “All the men you fuck have cocks bigger than mine,” he said without shame.

Cammie untied her dress and let it drop to the floor. She wished that Oliver had left a hickey or some other mark on her body. The cum in her pussy would have to be good enough. 

“Your stockings have runs in them,” Brett pointed out. 

She looked down at the partially ruined stockings and shrugged. “It was worth it.”

“I’m sure it was.”

She unhooked her bra and slung it free. Brett watched as her tits bounced as she moved.

“Are you jealous that I fucked a younger man with a bigger cock?” she asked him, posing at the foot of the bed, the fingers of one hand just barely tucked into the waistband of her thong.

“Yes.” He smiled at her, eager to go through this dance.

“And you aren’t upset?”

“No. Why would I be?”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Always.”

“If you want to fuck me, you must have a hardon,” she said and yanked down the covers, exposing his body. 

Brett wasn’t just wearing a pajama top, but bottoms as well. 

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully and climbed on the bed. “Let me take a look.”

When she started pulling on the waistband to his pants, he helpfully lifted his hips and helped her. The pajama bottoms came down along with his underwear.

“Hmm. I don’t see an erection.”

“I’m wearing a cock cage. I can’t get an erection with it on.”

Cammie tapped her fingernail against her hard pink plastic cage that surrounded his flaccid penis. “If you aren’t hard…maybe you don’t want to fuck me.”

“Take this cage off me and I’ll show you how much I want to fuck you,” Brett promised.

Cammie didn’t move to unlock the device from his genitals. “I bet my body smells just like Oliver—that’s the guy I fucked,” she said conversationally.

“I’d love to smell every inch of your body.” 

“Why don’t you go ahead and do that?” She flopped down on the bed and flung her arms wide. “Smell me.”

Brett hesitated. This was a new request, but there was no reason to refuse it. Surely his wife had something planned.

He got on his hands and knees, crouched over her, and slowly sniffed his way down her body. Brett started at her neck, sniffing carefully, and then edged over to her side, nosing in her armpit, enjoyed her scent and then moved down to her breasts where he started to take her nipple in his mouth.

“Smell only. No licking or sucking.”

Frowning, Brett followed her request and went lower, to her belly and then down to her panty-covered pussy. Once again she stopped him when he curled his fingers into the waistband.

“I don’t want to feel your tongue or lips on me.”

“Of course not!”

“Do you like what you smell?”

“I smell your perfume…and your sweat…and something else…”

“Anything else?” she hinted.

Brett didn’t answer and just pulled down on her thong. Cammie lifted her legs and hips to assist him. The silky material wasn’t glued to her pussy. That was good. Cammie happily parted her legs for him, putting her pussy on display. She could feel her labia slowly parting, unsealing.

Leaning in, Brett inhaled deeply.

“I can smell your pussy.”

“You should…”

“I can smell…cum. Not your cum. A man’s.”

Brett was excited. His cock hurt. He wanted to get hard but the cage was painfully cramping him, containing him.

“Very good,” she complimented.

“You fucked him?”

“Of course.”

“Did he cum in you?”

“Of course.”

Brett closed his eyes and inhaled again. “Please…” he begged.

“Oliver came twice tonight. That’s all the sex I need.” She didn’t answer Brett’s request but neither did she deny him.

“He came in you twice?” Brett was nearly ecstatic. “How long ago? Hardly anything is dripping out. Did he cum in small loads?”

“The first time he came in my mouth. I swallowed that, naturally.”

“Oh.”

“Would you like to clean my pussy?” she asked him. “I’m sure there’s some cum in there for you.”

“Yes…please…” He was practically crying with desperation.

“Hmm…I’ll let you clean my pussy, but I’m not going to take off your cage tonight. You’ll have to sleep in it.”

Brett quickly calculated the risks and rewards. She had promised that her pussy was at least partially full of Oliver’s cum. She had said she had had enough sex for the night. He could eat her pussy any time, but it wasn’t always full of cum. Cammie was distractingly inconsistent with when she released him from the cage. 

There was no guarantee he was going to be uncaged tonight.

“I’ll clean your pussy,” he decided.

“Very good. Lay down. I’m going to sit on your face.”

They exchanged positions and Cammie carefully placed her knees on either side of Brett’s body between his arms and torso, effectively pinning him in place. She could have leaned forward and played with his cock—they were in the 69 position with her on top—but tonight wasn’t about him. It was about her.

It was always about her.

She sat her pussy down on his face and let him get to work.

Most of Oliver’s cum had leaked out of her shortly after he came in her. More had leaked into her panties as she drove home. There was some remaining inside her. Gravity did its job as she spread her legs. 

Brett’s tongue explored her tunnel, seeking out the little gobs of cum that remained inside her. He was careful to lick away any trace of the other man’s cum—dried or not—on her labia. He swallowed everything he could find. It was humiliating and he loved it.

Oddly, focusing on his wife’s pussy was enough to distract his cock from trying to get hard. He was used to this now. It wasn’t the first time they had played this game.

Cammie didn’t complain when his tongue strayed upwards and found her clit. He was being bold, but she allowed it because his focus on her clit was fleeting. He went back to her tunnel and licked and sucked some more, trying to make sure he had removed every trace of Oliver’s cum. 

Only then did he go back to her clit and latch on. Her hands were braced on his chest and she started to struggle away, but he circled his arms around her thighs and held her in place.

The struggle wasn’t worth it.

Cammie allowed him to pleasure her, sucking and teasing her clit. She had already been primed by their foreplay and Oliver’s enthusiastic fucking. She ground her pussy down on Brett’s face and let him serve her.

The orgasm was relaxing. It wasn’t nearly enough to make her squirt, but it was the nice capping to a pleasant evening of debauchery.

Sliding forward, she lifted her pussy from his face, allowing him to breathe easily for the first time in the last ten minutes. Her nose was inches away from his caged cock as she rested her cheek on his thigh. It wouldn’t be that difficult to remove it. That would be a nice reward for her husband.

Then she remembered that he was the one who had chosen this path for their relationship. He wanted this. As much as she enjoyed it, she wasn’t going to give him an easy out.

“That was nice,” she said as she forced her body off his. “I’m going to sleep now.”

Cammie pulled up the covers, rolled to her side, and a few seconds later she was asleep.

Brett almost resented her seeming ability to go to sleep whenever she wanted. He went to the bathroom, carefully peed through his cage while sitting on the toilet, washed himself, stared at himself in the mirror for far too long, contemplating his existence and his choices in life. He wanted to spit at his image. He wanted to give himself the finger.

Instead he went back to their bed and curled up next to his wife, keeping her body warm with his, the only thing separating them a small piece of plastic around his cock.

 

Chapter 3

 

“I’m telling you, older women are the best.” Oliver carefully tipped back his beer and tried not to look smug.

“Okay, Ben Franklin.” Jimmy sniggered. It was a sentiment shared by most, if not all of the table. His five coworkers were all sharing a drink at the end of the day. Oliver was certain he was the youngest of the group, but even the oldest, Jimmy, was still in his twenties. 

“I never would have guessed you have a granny fetish, dude,” Chris chimed in. 

Everyone laughed.

Oliver frowned and shook his head. “No. But MILFs however…they know what they’re doing. They know how to fuck.”

“This is getting dangerously close to sexual harassment,” giggled Anna.

“We’re not in the office. You can leave,” Kenzie reminded the other woman. She turned to Oliver. “I didn’t know you had a MILF girlfriend.”

Now Oliver blushed. “I don’t. I’m just saying—”

“When did you fuck a MILF?” Kenzie pressed him while the others continued to giggle. “How much older was she? Are we talking wrinkles, gray hair, and saggy boobs or ‘Step-monster, you’re only a year older than me, this is so wrong!’” 

The group continued to laugh at Oliver.

“You’re all just jealous because everyone you’ve ever fucked is a lousy lay,” he declared and finished his beer.

“Was she really that good?” Kenzie continued to press him.

Oliver was all but ignoring her. “Who?”

“This new girlfriend of yours.” She stifled a giggle. “I mean, she’s not new, she’s old, right?”

The group burst out laughing. They were all a little drunk, but it still annoyed the hell out of Oliver. “Okay, I need to get home. Lots to do before tomorrow.”

They all jeered at him and begged, somewhat convincingly, to get him to stay, but by tradition they only ever had one drink and Oliver had finished his beer. After first making a pit stop at the bathroom, he walked out to his car and as he fumbled with his keys, he found Kenzie leaning against the door to his car, preventing him from opening it.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “That was inappropriate of me. I shouldn’t have made fun of you. I’m sure she’s a lovely woman…if she exists.”

Oliver was torn between calling her out on her bullshit or just accepting her apology. 

“Does it matter?” he asked her sharply. Before giving her a chance to reply, he said, “Thanks for the apology.”

“But who is she?” Kenzie asked again.

He was now annoyed. “It doesn’t matter. Mind getting off my car so I can leave?”

Twisting her lips in annoyance, Kenzie pushed off his car and stepped aside. A minute later Oliver was on his way home.

After getting home to his apartment, Oliver considered many options, but he already knew what he was going to do.

 

Oliver: It’s been a couple of days. How are you?

 

His words looked stilted and formal to him. He wanted to impress Camille with his sophistication, not pretending to be older than he was, but knowing how to act appropriately.

He didn’t expect a quick answer. He had to wait over an hour for a response.

 

Cammie: I’m good. I’m surprised you didn’t text me earlier.

 

Upon seeing the words Oliver’s heart started to pound. This was what he wanted. His cock was already hard. Was it wrong to masturbate while texting another person?

 

Oliver: I wanted to follow the three day rule.

 

Her second response was quicker.

 

Cammie: Do younger people still do that? Silly rule. Are you looking to get laid?

 

Oliver was surprised at the boldness of her question. He got his cock out and started working it. Texting one-handed was a bit difficult, but he managed by putting the phone on the table, sitting in a chair, and pecking out a reply one character at a time.

 

Oliver: I always want to get laid. 

Oliver: It sounds like you want to get laid tonight.

 

It was bold. He hoped it didn’t backfire on him.

 

Cammie: Are you okay with fucking a married woman?

 

Oliver: I already did, so yes.

 

Cammie: Want to fuck me in front of my husband?

 

Oliver couldn’t believe what he was looking at. It should have made him go soft. Instead, his cock got harder and he had to tell himself to slow down and not cum. 

 

Oliver: That sounds insane.

 

He changed apps on his phone and pulled up one of his favorite porn sites so he could look at older women performing all sorts of lewd acts while he waited for her response. 

 

Cammie: He won’t participate. He just likes to watch.

Cammie: Actually, I like to fuck in front of him and make him watch.

 

Oliver got control of himself and stopped jerking off. He closed the other app.

 

Oliver: It sounds like you’ve done this before.

 

Cammie: We have.

Cammie: Brett and I have a complicated relationship.

 

Oliver just stared at the words on his phone. He didn’t know what to say. 

 

Cammie: I’m not asking for tonight if that’s what’s worrying you.

 

“That and a hundred other things,” he muttered to himself. He might have been feeling more than just the effects of the one beer he had consumed an hour earlier.

 

Oliver: I’m free tonight.

 

Cammie: That’s sweet but I’m busy. How about tomorrow night? You can meet Brett and we can take things from there.

 

Once again Oliver didn’t answer right away.

The pause must have been interminable to Camille. 

 

Cammie: Have I scared you off?

 

Oliver had to give her a response of some sort.

 

Oliver: You know I’m young so I don’t mind admitting I’ve never done a threesome before.

 

It was as honest as he had ever been with her.

 

Cammie: It won’t be a threesome. Brett is just going to watch.

 

While she hadn’t called him out on his dodging the question, he was still presented with a conundrum. Did he want to do this? It was a big fucking step with a woman he had basically just met. They had chatted a bit online before meeting up and playing, but she wanted to go a hundred miles an hour when he was still using training wheels on his big boy bike.

 

Oliver: I want to fuck you again.

 

Cammie: The price of admission is my husband gets to watch.

Cammie: He really gets off on it.

Cammie: He won’t touch you.

Cammie: We’ve done this before.

Cammie: You can pick the location. Your place. My place. A hotel.

 

Her texts came steadily, one about every minute as he watched the screen, unable to say anything, unable to block her texts, unable to say yes, unable to say no.

Oliver looked down at his hard cock, his hand still wrapped around it.

“You are going to get me murdered, dude,” he addressed his manhood.

 

Oliver: I can’t afford another hotel room. Not right away.

 

Cammie: It’ll be Brett’s treat.

 

Chapter 4

 

The next evening found Oliver in the small bar that occupied the lobby of the hotel Cammie had set as their meetup location. He had already finished one beer and was considering a second. He wasn't sure if he wanted to suffer performance issues due to alcohol as a way out of what he had gotten himself into or if he was just trying to get drunk enough to avoid thinking about what he was planning on doing.

His knee wouldn’t stop bouncing up and down. Placing his hand atop it, he forced himself to physically settle down. That was the moment he realized he could just walk out and be done with it.

Having made that decision instead of getting drunk, Oliver placed his hands on the table to stand up.

Cammie and a man slipped into the chairs across the table from Oliver.

He paused.

“So good to see you again, Ollie,” said Cammie smoothly like she was meeting an old friend or a business associate. “This is my husband Brett.”

The handsome man across from Oliver offered his hand. Oliver automatically shook it. The first thing he thought was that Brett had the sort of looks that Hollywood looked for in a distinguished man. He wasn’t exactly in awe, but while he considered himself decent looking, he couldn’t imagine why Cammie would choose to fuck him when she had this guy in her bed every night.

“Oliver,” he said, introducing himself and shaking Brett’s hand. “I usually go by Oliver.”

“But Ollie is much cuter,” Cammie said, her voice on the verge of a giggle. “What are you drinking?”

“Just beer, but—”

From her seat Cammie flagged the bartender and called out an order of two mixed drinks. It suddenly occurred to Oliver that she had definitely been in this hotel before. She had definitely been in this hotel before for the exact reason he was currently there with her.

“Cammie told me a lot about you, Oliver,” said Brett who seemed perfectly at ease meeting the man who had recently fucked his wife. “Is it all truth or all lies?”

Oliver pretended to laugh. “I’m going to say: all lies.”

“I hope not. She said you had a big cock.”

Cammie swatted him. “I did not. I just said it was bigger than yours.”

The bartender appeared with their drinks. “Another for you, sir?”

Oliver shook his head. “No. I’m good.”

“I just want you to relax, Oliver. Both Cammie and I want this to happen. We’ve done it before. I won’t do anything other than watch.”

Nervously Oliver looked around. It didn’t appear that anyone was listening in. Even so, Brett had kept his words neutral. A casual observer wouldn’t have any idea what they were talking about.

“That’s…that’s good.”

“Are you sure you don’t need another drink to settle your nerves?” asked Brett as he sipped from his glass.

“I’m sure.”

“I’d rather have him sober and hard than drunk and soft,” said Camille.

“How old are you, Oliver?” asked Brett.

“Twenty-five. Didn’t…didn’t she tell you that?”

“Yes, but I just wanted to confirm.” He turned to his wife. “You like them young.”

“Young boys can go all night. Can you go all night, Oliver? My pussy can’t wait to take your cock again.” She whispered the last words.

He found strength in them. “Yes.”

Fifteen minutes later he was upstairs in the hotel’s hallway, walking to their rented room. Oliver was following the married couple who were, strangely, holding hands as they walked together. He was still considering bolting away to safety.

Brett used the keycard to open the door and then they were inside. He wasn’t able to think and then Cammie was right there in front of him, putting her arms around him and pressing her body to his and kissing him.

Her lips and tongue were warm. He loved the way she explored his mouth.

Abruptly she pulled back and turned her head to Brett, who had taken a seat in the chair angled toward the huge bed. “He’s already hard,” she reported.

Brett nodded his head. “Nice. I don’t blame you, man.”

Oliver didn’t know what to say.

“Keep going,” he encouraged him. “Get naked and fuck her.”

Oliver didn’t do that. It was Cammie who kept kissing him and tugging at his clothes. He let her. He didn’t know what else to do. He wanted this but was worried as hell as to what was going to happen.

Before he knew it he was down to just his boxer briefs and Cammie was on her knees in front of him. She had only taken off her shoes and was still wearing her dress, though he could now look down into her cleavage.

She rubbed the front of his underwear, caressing his cock through the soft cotton. Once more she glanced at her husband. “He’s so fucking hard already.”

Brett could see the other man’s bulge. “Keep going. Ignore me.”

Oliver couldn’t wrap his head around their relationship dynamic. While he was pondering that, Cammie pulled down his boxer briefs and his hard cock popped out.

She licked his length from the base to the tip, putting her head on the side so that Brett could watch her. Oliver shivered at her treatment.

“Big,” she said softly, “but not huge. Just the perfect size to fill up my mouth…and pussy.”

Then she couldn’t say anything at all because she started an enthusiastic blowjob. Oliver found he couldn’t object. That he didn’t want to object. Brett was silent. Oliver was just glad that the other man wasn’t throwing a fit. Even better: Brett didn’t pull out his own cock and start jerking off to the show he was watching.

Cammie moved him back to the bed and she got out of her dress. Underneath she was wearing stockings on her legs and a pretty bra creating cleavage, but she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Oliver stared at the neatly trimmed hair covering her pussy. “Going pantyless is just easier…and more fun.” After crawling onto the bed with him, Cammie gave his cock another couple of licks. “Do you want me to ride you or do you want to eat my pussy first?” she asked him, putting her hand between her legs, pushing a pair of fingers up inside herself. Before Oliver could answer, she offered her amrita-covered fingers to him. 

Her scent was strong on her fingers. Oliver couldn’t resist and sucked on them. He noted her wedding rings. Just seeing them excited him further.

“Ride me, please,” he managed to croak.

“Music to my ears.” She straddled him and grabbed his cock, aiming it at her entrance. He gasped when she slid the head back and forth along her slit, getting him wet and ready to enter her.

Sparing a quick glance at Brett, Oliver saw the other man leaning forward and watching intently.

Then his entire world was taken up by Cammie as she sat down on him, engulfing his cock with her pussy. 

“So fucking big,” she moaned. 

Already Oliver was on edge. It wouldn’t take much for him to cum. Just as Cammie started to rock her hips, he grabbed them and held her in place. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he told her and pulled her down for a kiss. He needed to delay as much as possible otherwise he’d cum too quickly and ruin the night.

She laughed and threw back her head. “You’re a good liar. I like that. Tits or ass?”

“What?”

“Tits or ass? Which is your favorite.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I want you to grab either my tits or my ass while I ride you. Pick one.”

“I can’t even see your tits,” he said. She was still wearing the bra.

That was a ridiculous statement because through the lacy bra he could see her nipples and areolas. He even could have torn in from her body with little complaint. 

“Ass then,” she decided for him. “Grab my ass.”

He did so, moving his hands further back. She had a nice ass, firm but with just the right amount of soft flesh. Cammie leaned forward and braced her arms on his chest, riding his cock for all she was worth. 

This was why he had a love of older women. They knew how to fuck. While Cammie was the only truly older woman he had ever been with, Oliver had decided they were the best to fuck.

Cammie shuddered and her pussy flashed hot and tightened up on him. Her face contorted as she climaxed. 

“So fucking good…” she moaned.

“You came?”

She offered him a half smile. “Uh-huh. Good cock will do that. I want to cum again. I want you to cum in me.”

When he started to speak she silenced him with a kiss and then started bouncing up and down as hard and fast as she could. He sank his fingers into her buttocks and thrusted his hips up into her, matching her rhythm. There was no stopping him now. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. But he wanted to hold off as long as possible, he wanted Cammie to cum on top of him one more time.

She cried out. That was all he needed. Oliver exploded inside of her. They grasped and held each other tightly as their climaxes synched. 

“Oh fuck, oh shit, I’m sorry,” Oliver gasped. “I’m so sorry.”

“Wh-wh-why?” asked a very confused Cammie.

“I didn’t mean to cum.”

“I wanted you to cum.”

“I just wanted to last longer.”

She gave him another quick kiss. “I just wanted you to cum in me.” Another kiss. “And you did.”

Then she turned her head and looked at her husband. “Did you get all that?”

Brett was sitting back now. “Hell yeah.”

“Are you hungry?” she asked him.

Brett smiled. “Very.”

Moving carefully off Oliver’s body, Cammie flopped to the side and opened her legs. When Brett moved off the chair, Oliver’s jaw dropped. The older man crawled onto the bed and got between Cammie’s legs.

“Oh my god,” he breathed.

That didn’t stop Brett. Or Cammie. The moment her husband’s tongue met her pussy, her head fell back and she moaned softly. When Oliver started to get off the bed, not wanting to interrupt this moment of intimacy between the couple, Cammie’s hand grabbed his arm. 

“Stay,” she begged him.

He couldn’t move.

Brett was fully intent on performing his best cunnilingus on his wife. That would have been fine with Oliver…if Brett hadn’t been eagerly sucking up the spunk that Oliver had recently deposited in her pussy.

“I fucking love Brett’s pussy eating.” She pulled Oliver’s face to hers and kissed him. “Thank you for the creampie.” She groaned. “Thank you…very much.” She groaned again. “Brett will thank you…thank you…when…when he’s done.” Her thighs closed on Brett’s head and she shook as she came a third time for the night.

After her climax abated, Cammie pulled her husband’s face up to hers for a kiss. She wasn’t the least bit shy about tasting her amrita or Oliver’s cum via her pussy.

“Thank you, darling,” she told him.

“My pleasure.” Brett backed away. Oliver felt out of place because Brett was the only still fully dressed. 

“Want sloppy seconds?” Cammie asked as she took off her bra. 

Brett and Oliver locked eyes and then they both looked at her, unsure of what she had just asked. 

Oliver had to speak up. “Are you asking me or him?” 

“Good question,” Brett chimed in.

Giving Brett a sly smile, Cammie said, “Either of you. Whoever can get it up first.”

Brett pointed to Oliver’s cock. “He’s already undressed. I bet you can give him a blowjob and have him hard again in less than a minute.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” said Cammie. “I’m up to it.”

Cammie rolled to her side and took Oliver’s cock in her mouth. He was turned on but he had his doubts about how quickly he could get hard. But he definitely wanted the opportunity.

He had forgotten how good Cammie was at sucking cock. For some odd reason, he wanted to impress Brett. 

“Oh yeah…” Oliver sighed as he closed his eyes. 

“Suck that cock,” Brett grunted.

It didn’t take long for Oliver to get hard at all. He had come to the conclusion that he liked others watching him while he had sex. 

“Fuck her from behind,” Brett instructed.

Oliver was fine with that. They repositioned and he knelt behind Cammie, cock in hand, running it along her soaking wet slit, before shoving it all the way in on the first thrust.

“Oh fuck yes,” he grunted as he grabbed her waist and started fucking as fast as he could. He liked the way her ass shook every time he buried his cock inside her. The other women he had fucked never had their asses shake like that. 

Cammie slipped her hand down between her legs, briefly squeezed his balls, and then started rubbing her clit.

She didn’t need to play with herself while being fucked, but it made the orgasm that much sharper. She was moaning and gasping constantly now. It took little effort on Oliver’s part to make her cum. 

“Fuck yeah!”

He felt her pussy clasp his cock but he didn’t stop moving. He wanted to make her cum again and again. 

It wasn’t that difficult. He kept going. He could feel Brett’s approving eyes on him. That gave him the courage to fuck the older woman. She started having continuous peaks of pleasure with hardly any pause between them. Cammie was unable to do anything about it. She didn’t want to do anything about it. She just wanted him to cum.

Her breath came raggedly. She needed Oliver to finish.

“Fill…my…cunt,” she begged.

To hear her use a debasing term like that activated Oliver’s lizard brain. He came again. 

It wasn’t nearly as powerful as the first time. He knew he didn’t have nearly as much cum to shoot in her, but he didn’t care. This was perfect.

When his orgasm faded, Oliver collapsed back on his heels, his cock slipping wetly from her pussy as Cammie stayed face down ass up, unable to move.

“I want to do it again,” Cammie half-laughed into the bed. 

“I need a rest,” said Oliver, exhausted.

She chuckled. “Okay. I’ve got Brett’s tongue.” Cammie turned her head to look at her husband. “My pussy needs cleaning.”

He didn’t question her. Brett knelt on the floor and put his face between her ass cheeks, his mouth and tongue licking and exploring her well-used pussy.

Oliver watched in fascination. He wondered what exactly, besides humiliation, the other man got out of servicing his wife like that. Maybe the humiliation was the point.

Laying on the bed, Oliver looked at the beatific expression on Cammie’s face as Brett debased himself. “You like that?”

“I love it. So good to have a man’s tongue clean me after sex.”

“You’ve done this before?”

She nodded and moaned. “Uh-huh. But it’s always good. The little orgasms he gives me this way…um…so good.”

“Doesn’t he get to fuck you?” Oliver was curious.

Cammie’s expression changed to one that was absolutely inscrutable. “When he’s…he’s a good boy.” She closed her eyes to focus on the sensations.

Oliver couldn’t tell but he was reasonably certain that Brett wasn’t just eating Cammie’s pussy, but her asshole as well. 

“Has he been a good boy tonight?” Oliver asked.

“Uh-huh,” Cammie moaned.

Oliver pressed his luck. “Can I watch him fuck you then?”

Cammie’s eyes snapped open. “Maybe not tonight…”

“Why not?”

“We just don’t do that,” she answered evasively.

Brett pulled his face from her nethers, either having consumed all of Oliver’s cum and having cleaned her pussy, or something else. “Want me to show him?”

“No,” said Cammie. She wasn’t angry or upset, but this wasn’t how she wanted things to go.

“Why not?” Brett asked, either amused or annoyed. 

“It’s too soon.”

“Nah,” he contradicted her. “It’s fine.”

“What’s too soon?” Oliver wanted to know.

“Don’t.” Cammie wasn’t begging, but she obviously didn’t want Brett to follow through on whatever he was planning.

The situation had gotten strange enough that Oliver thought nothing of it when Brett unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. 

Oliver fully expected to see Brett’s cock. Maybe it would be hard. Maybe soft. Maybe Cammie fucked other men because something was wrong with Brett’s cock, regardless of what they claimed their open marriage was.

He didn’t expect to see a pink plastic container around Brett’s cock. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing. 

“Oh. I get it. You two are playing a sex game.” He turned to Cammie. “You fuck other men while he watches and gets off on it.”

She shrugged. “You’ve got the right idea. Mostly. Put that thing away, Brett. You aren’t going to get to use it tonight.”

“Didn’t you bring my key?” Brett asked.

“Of course not,” she sniffed. “You know you’re not getting out of your cage. My pussy belongs to Oliver tonight.” She sighed. “Put your cock away and pull up your pants. Oliver doesn’t want to see your little cock in its tiny cage.”

Obediently, Brett pulled up his pants. Oddly, after the initial shock, Oliver wasn’t put off by the device that Brett was wearing. 

“So…when does she let you out of that thing?” Oliver found himself asking.

“Whenever she wants,” Brett said smugly.

“The way he’s going right now, it’s not coming off, ever,” Cammie chimed in.

“No wonder you have other men fuck you,” Oliver said, bemused and intrigued by this bit of knowledge.

“Don’t get too worked up about this,” she warned Oliver. “It’s a game we’ve been playing for years.”

“Many fun years,” said Brett.

“So…when do I get to fuck you again?” asked Oliver.

 

 

Chapter 5

 

“You look exhausted, bro,” Kenzie said to him as he yawned while looking over the latest reports at his desk. 

“I was up late last night,” he said and took a sip of coffee. He grimaced because he had let it go cold and it tasted like shit.

“You can’t live on caffeine alone,” Kenzie told him. “I’m waiting for your report updates.”

“Working on it.”

“Why were you up late? Gaming?”

“No.” Oliver focused on what he was reading, trying to ignore her.

“Drinking.”

“No.”

“Wanking?”

Oliver’s head snapped up and glared at her. “You’re dancing dangerously close to sexual harassment.”

“Ah-ha. So you must have been fucking your new old girlfriend last night,” Kenzie surmised.

Oliver flushed red which only confirmed her suspicions. 

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologized. “Inappropriate. I won’t do it again.”

“Why are you so interested in my sex life, not that it’s any of your business?”

“Probably because I don’t have one right now.”

Once more Oliver’s head snapped around to look at Kenzie. She was sipping from her coffee, but that only partially hid her smug grin.

“Can’t find a guy to fuck you?” he asked snidely. “Are you looking to get laid?” 

“Yes to both,” she admitted.

“If you want me to fuck you, just ask,” he all but spat in her face. As the words exited his lips he was suddenly hyper aware of what he was doing. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to say yes or no or laugh it off as terrible flirting.

“Would you take me home and fuck me please, Oliver?” she asked. 

Either she was an excellent actress or Oliver was hornier than he thought, even after having fucked Cammie twice the night before.

“Sure. Let’s finish up these reports.” He went back to work and studiously ignored her.

There was a moment of silence between them.

“I wasn’t kidding,” she said softly.

 

Kenzie’s kisses weren’t as good as Cammie’s, but Oliver liked them anyway. Her body was pressed to his and the only thing Oliver could think about was how different it was from Cammie’s. 

The older woman’s body was soft and curvy in all the right ways. Kenzie’s was thin and lean, almost angular, in high contrast to Cammie.

“What the fuck are we doing?” he abruptly asked, ending their kiss.

“I was hoping we were fucking,” she answered.

“Yeah, but…why now?”

“Because I’m horny and I’m guessing you are as well.”

“You’re okay with this?” he asked her. “I mean, I did have sex with another woman just a—”

“I don’t believe you, but let’s stop talking about her and just focus on us right now. I’m not looking for a relationship. I just want to get laid.”

Oliver couldn’t argue with that. Getting Kenzie back to his apartment had been incredibly easy, easier than talking any woman back to his place ever before. 

He wasn’t expecting anything special out of the sex with Kenzie, but as long as it was fun, he was fine with it.

They fell onto his bed and continued their kissing while stripping each other’s clothes. Oliver was delighted when he took off Kenzie’s shirt and bra to discover her tits were delightfully perky with tiny nipples and equally small areolas that were bright pink. She gasped when he sucked and pinched them.

“More,” she encouraged him.

It was easy to put her on her back, kiss his way down her stomach, and unzip her jeans. He was intrigued to find evidence of a tattoo peeking out from the waistband. She happily helped him pull off the jeans.

Underneath she was wearing a pair of tiny pink panties which didn’t hide her tattoo at all. It gave Oliver pause.

“I never would have guessed you had a tattoo,” he said. 

“It was a…well, a definite choice I made in college.”

He traced his finger along the green ink. The work was finely done: a twisting strand of green vines covered in small pink and yellow and red and blue flowers, occasionally dotted by an orange butterfly. The vine seemed to be growing out of her panties, directly above her pussy. The vine circled around her hips and waist several times.

“Does it go all the way around?” Oliver asked her.

“Yes.”

“Can I see?”

“Yes, but I was hoping to get to the sex, not have you admire my—”

He cut her off by abruptly rolling her over to see the pretty tattoo. As promised it did circle all the way around, but he also got an eyeful of her ass, mostly exposed by the pink thong she was still wearing.

“No wonder I could never see any panty lines on your ass,” he mused, running his fingers over her tattoo and the bare skin of her ass.

“I knew I felt you staring at my ass at work.”

“You can feel that?”

“Any woman can. Now are you going to peel these panties off me or are—”

He cut her off once again, yanking down her panties, then rolling her onto her back again, and completely removing her thong.

She modestly covered her pussy with her hand, but he could clearly see the base of the vine was growing from the top of her slit. She had no pubic hair, but Oliver couldn’t tell if that was from shaving or other hair removal techniques.

“Interesting choice where you have that tat growing from.”

She rolled her eyes. “I was in college. That’s my excuse.”

“It’s sexy.” His eyes followed the vine. It originated from her pussy, wrapped twice around her waist, and then went down and circled her upper right thigh several times. 

“And no one at work will ever see or know about it, right?” She glared at him.

“Right,” he agreed and grabbed her wrist so he could pull her hand from her pussy.

She didn’t fight him. He was right. She had no pubic hair. She happily parted her legs and showed herself to him.

“I love having my pussy eaten.”

“I can help with that.”

Oliver dove in. Her pussy was warm and already wet. He liked the musky, acidic flavor she emanated. 

Kenzie moaned. “Oh…fuck yes. Eat…me…out…”

He did exactly that.

While she was no innocent little girl Kenzie quickly decided that Oliver had the most talented tongue to ever explore her pussy. A few seconds after that she couldn’t decide anything at all because her brain shut off and was shortly followed by an intense orgasm.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes!”

She quivered and shook on his face.

Oliver didn’t mind.

After her orgasm passed but before she was in the right frame of mind to make good decisions, Kenzie was begging Oliver. 

“Get your cock out and fuck me!”

Oliver didn’t have to be told twice. He sat up, wiped her amrita from his face, and undressed in a flash. When he got between her legs, Kenzie reached down and took his erection in her hand, slowing down the action, but Oliver found he didn’t mind in the least.

She is impressed with the size of his cock.

“You aren’t huge…but I think you’re the biggest I’ve ever had.”

“I’ll take that compliment.”

Oliver couldn’t help but compare Kenzie’s completely bald pussy to Cammie’s. Except for the difference in hair, their nether lips were almost the same size and color. Oliver started to wonder if he had a type.

But then Kenzie angled him in exactly the right way and he gasped, but then did the only natural thing to rock back and forth, going deeper with each thrust.

For a small, skinny girl, Kenzie didn’t have any difficulty taking all of his large cock.

“Fuck yes. Oh shit. You really filled me up.” She was panting, on edge already.

“Do you want me to—?”

“No!” Whatever he had been about to suggest, she cut him short. “Go slow. But fuck me. Fuck me please.”

He could do exactly what she wanted. Missionary might have been a boring position, but neither was complaining. They both instinctively knew what the other wanted. Oliver was pleased that he could make her cum another time, her pussy heating up on his cock and clamping down on him. 

“Fuck yes,” she moaned into his shoulder.

It was already too late for Oliver. He couldn’t hold back. He thrusted hard and fast for ten seconds, ignoring her previous admonition to go carefully. Kenzie didn’t care.

He came in her, flooding her pussy, and then he collapsed on top of her.

She relished his weight and wrapped arms and legs around him.

“It would be lovely if this could last forever, but I really need to pee,” she told him after a minute.

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Oliver rolled off her body, both of them grunting when their bodies separated. While he wasn’t sporting a rock hard erection any longer, Kenzie didn’t mind; she admired his cock at half-staff and was still impressed.

A minute later Kenzie was back and Oliver got out of the bed. “I blame you,” he joked. “When one person has to go, everyone has to go.”