Missing Her Bull (Patreon)

Hey You,

I know I’m not supposed to be thinking of you, but I can’t help it. I’m on vacation with my husband and I should be focusing on him, but I can’t help it. You keep popping into my head. You show up in my dreams. My daydreams, too.

I think we both knew this was going to happen. I think my husband knew too. Of course, he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s a cuckold, after all.

If I’m being totally honest, I knew this would happen. I made it happen. I packed the little lingerie set you bought for me. Do you remember it? I’m sure you do, but just in case the image of me in it has slipped your mind, I had my hubby take a few pictures.

You remember it now, don’t you? I remember modeling it for you in the store. I remember the way you looked when I came out of the changing room in it. You didn’t have to say anything. I knew right then and there that it was the right one. I didn’t even bother trying on the other stuff. I just wanted to get back to your place so you could fuck me in it.

The sex was so good. Do you remember that? You wouldn’t even let me go down on you, and you know how much I love sucking your cock. You had no interest, though. You just wanted to fuck me. I put on that lingerie, you picked me up, dropped me in your bed, and climbed on top of me.

I can still feel the way you kissed me that day. It was incredible. It was so passionate, so lusty, so full of desire.

You fucked me so hard in the lingerie. You pulled the panties aside and your cock slid in with ease. I was soaked, of course. I was soaked the moment I saw your reaction in the lingerie shop. I stayed that way on the drive home and by the time you drove your cock inside me I was way beyond ready to have you.

Want another picture? I had my hubby take a few. Once I posed for the first one I got so turned on at the idea of you seeing them that I had to take a few more.

You know what I’m thinking about right there? Your big cock. That’s why I pushed my hand in my panties right after hubby took the pic. I was wet, baby. I was so wet. I was wet thinking about you. I was supposed to be thinking about my husband and the wonderful vacation we’re having and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Are you thinking about me? Are you thinking about my soft lips around your cock? Are you thinking about the way I give you head? Are you thinking about the way I stroke you and tell you to cum in my mouth? Are you thinking about the way I beg for it sometimes?

That’s what I thought about as I played with my pussy. My cuckold hubby was sitting there watching as I masturbated while I thought about being on my knees for you. You know how it turns me on to suck your dick. You know it would turn me on to do it in the pretty lingerie you bought for me. Will you let me do that when I get back? Will you let me model this pretty lingerie for you and get on my knees to suck your dick? Will you let me suck a big load out of you?

You know what I miss most, though? I’ll bet you know. Of course you know.

It’s having your big cock inside me. Of course it is. You know what happens when you fuck me. You know how good it makes me feel. You’ve seen the look on my face when you slide your cock into me. You’ve heard the way I moan. You’ve definitely seen how hard I cum when you fuck me.

Hubby fucked me last night. It’s vacation, after all. It wasn’t bad. It’s never actually been genuinely bad with him. It’s just…it wasn’t anywhere near as good as it is with you. It’s not his fault. Not really. He can’t help that he’s not as big as you and that he just can’t fuck me as well as you can. He can’t help that he doesn’t really know how to dominate a woman in just the right way, you know?

After he came he had this look on his face. It was a mixture of absolute joy at having an orgasm – especially since I let him cum inside me – and this little bit of sadness at knowing that he didn’t make me cum. It felt good, but it didn’t get me off.

That might be part of why I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since you and I hooked up hubby’s cock doesn’t make me cum anymore. Yours does. I need yours. I have to have it. Hubby’s tongue is wonderful – he finished me with his tongue last night, actually – but it doesn’t compare with the way your long, thick, perfect cock feels inside me.

These flowers were in the room. I just grabbed them. I thought they looked pretty good, though I’ll bet you’re looking at my body instead. I don’t blame you. If you sent me a picture of your naked body I wouldn’t look at anything other than your beautiful cock, I suppose.

This is when I told hubby that I was thinking about you. He probably suspected – I did masturbate in front of him – but he didn’t know for sure until I told him right after he snapped this picture.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but I can’t stop thinking about him,” I said. “I can’t stop thinking about the way he makes me feel. I can’t stop thinking about the way he fucks me, about how he fills me, about how he makes me cum so hard.”

Hubby smiled at me. “It’s okay,” he said. “You should be thinking about him. You’re enthralled with him. You’re having the best orgasms of your life. It would be insane if you weren’t thinking about him.”

“So you like that I’m thinking about him?” I asked as I spread my legs a little. “You like that I wish I could have him?”

Hubby looked between my legs and then into my eyes. “I do,” he answered. “I like it a lot.”

I spun around and he came closer to take another picture for you. He said my ass looked amazing in the panties.

“He bought this lingerie for me, you know,” I said.

Hubby reached out and ran his fingers over my ass and lower back. His touch felt good, but it made me think of you. It made me think of the way you put your hands on my waist and pull me close sometimes. It made me think of the way you kiss my neck and send chills of pleasure down my spine.

“I know,” hubby answered. “I like that too.”

“You like that another man bought lingerie for your wife?” I asked him.

He nodded and kissed my neck. “I like it a lot.”

“You like that he fucked me in this lingerie? That his cum leaked into these panties the night he fucked me?” I asked.

Hubby nodded as I reached out and grabbed his hard cock through his pants. I massaged him a little and listened to him moan.

This pic is my favorite. Hubby took it a few minutes after the last one. His cock was hard. He was full of cuckold lust.

“I’m going to send these pics to him,” I said. “I’m going to tell him that I’ve been thinking about him since we got here. I’m going to tell him that I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Hubby nodded as he put the camera aside.

“Is it weird that I wish he was here too?” hubby asked.

I smiled as I let myself imagine how fun it would be if you were here. Maybe we’d have gotten two rooms. Maybe I’d spend my nights with you and hubby would wake up alone. Maybe we’d have gotten rooms with an adjoining door so I could play with both of you.

I do wish you were here, though. I wish I was wearing this lingerie for you. I wish you could fuck me in it and then I could curl up in your arms and fall asleep on the comfy hotel bed. I wish I could fall asleep with your cum leaking out of me and a sense of total sexual satisfaction coursing through my body.

I can have that when I get home, though. I miss you, baby. I miss you so much. I’ll see you soon.