One of my favorite lines that I use on Mrs. G is, “I always hate to see you leave but I love watching you walk away.” This morning she had her sexy short jean jacket and a nice fitting pair of jeans on as she left me. What a lovely site that will surely keep me distracted today.
Earlier as we said good by she told me her twat was still tingling in a good way, from last night. I felt proud, curled my nose and took in a deep sniff. She put her hand on my chest and said yes I like my bull.
If you happen to be reading this it’s not what you think. No she didn’t cuck me, that’s not us. That’s country girl talk referring to a bull in the field who will run his nose under a cows stream of piss to catch her heat scent. He will curl it up and stick it in the air and sniff. Point being I got my nose and more wet last night.
It started with lying in bet watching old 1980’s classic rock videos. Neither of us had this luxury back in the day. It was nice to reminisce. We talked a little about the caged life. As always she is concerned that I’m happy with it. I reassured her I was. In the conversation she was a bit hesitant but admitted that she has come to prefer my tongue and fingers over my cock. She said it’s about a 55/45 split and slowly growing. She appeared a bit guilty about feeling this way. She has always been a lover of cock. I reassured her that I was good with it, and proud of her for growing so much as a lover, friend and wife.
On a personal note I never would have imagined this out of her. I am bubbling over inside with how we’ve evolved.
At one point she said ‘I need to go pee’. I asked if I could join her. She asked how much do you want to join me? I said, all I can get I’ll even lay in the cold tub if I can have a shower. She replied, I don’t want to get up. Just get some extra bed pads in case you spill some, I don’t want to get the bed wet.
Damn! I sprang to life and so did mr. Wanky. With plenty of pads down I started in.
Her: easy there, big boy, go slow and gentle, it will be worth it.
Me: sorry it’s just that…well it’s been a while, and my god this cage is starting to hurt, it’s never been this painful.
Her: if you can control yourself you can remove it. I’m serious no penetration.
Not arguing I quickly removed the nub. Too late for the ring it wasn’t coming off. In fact it did it’s job of making me bigger and harder than ever. I think I may have even surpassed my norm and broke the 8 inch mark.
Gently using my tongue and fingers she slowly let out a little pee. It was lushes to taste. I know this isn’t for everyone but I love it. Then another little bit, it all tasted so sweet. A few more slow controlled leaks and then she came. There I was a bull getting his face washed unable to drink it all in. Now the ring was starting to really squeeze me. Mr. Wanky was almost a deep purple. I just lightly touched her swolleness with Mr. Wanky’s head and she o’ed again.
Looking me in the eyes with a hungry look she nodded her head and said go slow. It took some time but I got almost fully inside her. It makes me swell even more when she tells me it’s too much. At one point I started to pull out because I was about to unload. She grabs my hips and says, No, I want you to fill me up.
Ahh, music to my ears. It’s been so long since I’ve been here that I can’t remember when it was. Maybe my birthday about 6 weeks ago. When I did finish I didn’t think Mr. Wanky would quit unloading. It almost felt like I had two back to back Cummings.
Collapsing beside her she whispered in my ear , was the 4 day warmup worth it? I replied yes but she’s worth everything to me.
In the end the bed stayed dry and my senses were wet with her scent. Best part is she thinks of me as her bull.
It’s an awesome life. Snort.
