Chapter 3 - The Cuck and the Bull
"Hurry up guys!" I look down at my watch.
"Cool it, cuck!" yelled the large 6'2" man.
I went red.
"Hey shhhh," the cute stocky man muttered from behind.
It's been a month since Leigh, the taller one, had moved into our spare bedroom. He and my husband, Hector, have picked up each other's bad habits. Even though Leigh has his own room, some nights he shares our bed. Some nights I use his so I can get a good night's sleep. Hector and I had long since opened our relationship to Leigh.
Even on holidays, we have the same arrangement. Seems they both went to sleep late yesterday. I usually wake up when I hear them fucking in the other room. This time I slept like a log. I had stressed enough getting us on the right plane and checked into our hotel.
We landed in Vietnam yesterday morning. Today our boat is taking us to our floating villa in the scenic Bai Tu Long Bay.
My husband and our bull both struggled with their luggage as they made their way down the wharf. Some helpful staff assisted them with putting their bags into the boat. I donned my favourite green baseball cap and we cast off.
The breeze was refreshing. Our boat rocked across the waters without any urgency. In fact, who needs urgency on vacation? I held Hector's hand the entire ride while Leigh darted from side to side absorbing the views.
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The villa floated in the blue waters next to a lush green cliff face. We could snorkel and swim during the day and night, and each meal gets ferried to us. I was looking forward to the fresh fruits and seafood. Leigh couldn't wait to read and Hector was content to nap a lot.
"Wanna go swimming?" I asked Hector that evening.
"Uhmmm, I'm kinda horny," he replied back to me. I knew what that meant.
"Fine, you both enjoy yourself!" I snapped.
“You could join us?”
“I'm good.”
Hector wasn't much of a swimmer and I knew this coming into the holiday.
I could still hear Hector's moaning with the door closed. Hector’s cock is 6 inches and uncircumcised, and I am a stout 5 inches down below. This was nothing compared to Leigh's 10-inch beer can and I could hear it in my husband's whimpering. I looked down and realised I was erect listening to them. Frustrated, I opened the door and plunked myself on the single sofa facing the bed. My husband was on all fours taking Leigh's entire shaft with every push. Leigh immediately noticed me. Winking once in my direction, he became more vocal.
"You love my thick dick don't ya?" he said in a gruff deep voice.
Any words coming out of Hector's mouth were indiscernible.
"Orson likes watching me fuck you," he continued, "this ass belongs to me now."
I flopped my cock out and started masturbating. The sight of Leigh's massive member disappearing into my husband sent me into a trance. I started stroking in rhythm with each thrust. The sound of Leigh in pleasure sent me over the edge. I shot all over the floor and my hands.
I wiped myself down with a nearby hand towel and left them to finish their business.
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The next morning, I woke up next to Hector. I rolled over to be closer to his body. I asked him if I could fuck him and his reply came as a shock.
"Leigh needs to give permission," he said with hesitation.
"What the fuck, babe?" I started. My voice was straining under the frustration "why the fuck do you need his permission?"
"No." he clarified "Leigh wants you to ask for permission."
I could feel Leigh's presence leaning in the doorway. He knew the worst times to appear. I felt watched and pressured.
"Please let me fuck my husband," I squeezed out the words. I felt my cock becoming firmer as I verbalised it.
Leigh leant in and eyed my bulge. He looked satisfied with himself.
"You can have my sloppy seconds," he said with a breath, "or you can wank watching us like a good little cuck."
Leigh and Hector fucked for a good 10 minutes. After Leigh finished, he wiped the cum and lube off his hands and cock with a towel and walked out of the room. Hector leapt off the bed, grabbed my hand and lay me down in the middle of the bed. Hector straddled me. I reached for the lube, but he pushed my hand back down. I understood. As his hole enveloped my cock, I could feel how loose it was. It felt warm and soft and wet. As he moved up and down, I could feel Leigh's semen inside him coating my cock. My dick, slicked with cum, slid in and out without effort. Hector let out a soft moan. I was skeptical. I flipped Hector onto his back and fucked him as hard as I could. My body convulsed as I added my load to the mix. Hector shot strings of cum all over his stomach and chest. We cuddled in bed until the afternoon.
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It was another beautiful evening. The weather was warm with a refreshing breeze. The sound of birds in the distance filled the air.
"Wanna go swimming tonight?" I asked Hector again. I was a bit more optimistic tonight.
"I'm good, babe. Enjoy yourself," he returned. He was already in a napping position on the couch.
It was hard to hide my disappointment.
"I'll come!" Leigh chirped with a big grin on his face.
The ripples reflected the moon with serene calm. The water was warm and inviting, and the ocean rocked us back and forth as we waded. We were close to a luscious green cliff face from which we could hear birds singing night songs. There was a floating wooden platform nearby which gave us that extra bit of safety.
"I'm glad you invited me along," Leigh said to break the silence.
"I didn't," I retorted, “Hector did. I invited you because I love him."
I don't know why I was upset, but something was frustrating me. Whilst I had intended to be rude, I hadn't anticipated my words to be hurtful.
"Hector also loves my cock," Leigh snapped back.
This was off to a bad start. I could feel the anger boiling up inside me. I looked away from his eyes and at my trunks. Ughh, why am I hard?
Noticing my bulge underneath the water, Leigh pressed on.
"Ohhh, so you do like it?" he said with sly inflection.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"You hard?"
"Fucking my husband," I clarified.
"Of course!"
"Which one?"
"Both!" he said with a smirk.
Over the years, Leigh has become annoying and endearing.
After a pause Leigh continued, “do you like it?”
“Being humiliated?” I checked.
“When I fuck your husband.”
“Kinda,” I replied, “I don't know why I enjoy it.”
“Which?”
“Both,” I was embarrassed to admit it.
We swam in silence after that. We were getting tired and wanted to rest before heading back to our villa. We boosted ourselves onto the wooden platform and dangled our feet in the water. The sea below lapped gently around our ankles like circles of silver.
"I saw some amazing fruit in today's lunch," Leigh attempted to break the awkwardness.
"Yeah they were great," I replied.
"What do you like about them?"
"I grew up with all kinds of different fruits. Not like the ones back home, tropical fruits. I miss the taste."
“Not the kind at Foodco?” he teased.
I feigned a chuckle. “Yeah, not like Foodco.”
"I don't know much about fruits, but could use a recommendation," he said with another familiar smirk.
“I'll point some out to you.”
“I'd like that.”
"Have you been able to read much?" I quizzed.
"Not heaps. I started this book and it was pretty bleak."
"What books do you like?"
"In all truth, I like books set in exotic places."
"Like this one?"
"Yeah, actually," he said with frank sincerity, "when I was younger, my family was poor. We didn't have money to travel all that much so I did so in books."
I didn't know what to say.
"I really appreciate you," he paused, "Hector inviting me along."
The conversation flowed and we laughed until the sky turned from dark black to a deeper blue. We spoke of pomelos and lanzones, and Rhys and Hemingway. We spoke of our families, careers and goals. After the swim back to our villa, we crept past Hector asleep on the couch. We lay a thin blanket over him, showered with the lights still off, and collapsed in a cuddle on our bed.
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The next day, I woke up alone. Leigh's sturdy body had kept me warm all night without blankets. Hector sat on the side of the bed. He was hoping to have sex again. Feeling a bit inadequate, I went in search of Leigh. Once we were back, Hector got in his usual position on the bed and Leigh prepared to enter him. As I turned towards the door, I heard Leigh's husky voice.
"Come here, cuck," he commanded.
Leigh lay me on my back. Hector got on all fours above me with his chest lined up with my stomach. Leigh looked me in the eyes, winked once, and pushed his cock into Hector with all his might. My husband braced himself on me.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed in pleasure.
He clung to my waist for stability as every pump jolted through us. Hector buried his face into my chest to muffle his moaning. My cock was rock hard pressed against his torso. His body felt warm pushed against mine. I could see Leigh's face. His eyes rolled back with pleasure as he continued to thrust. Leigh's tempo increased.
"Do you like this big cock?" Leigh knew how much this turned me on.
"Yessir," my husband replied.
"More than your husband's pathetic cock?"
"Your dick feels so much better, sir."
He was pounding Hector at full speed. My cock rubbed against Hector's body with each push.
"I'm going to ruin this hole for you," Leigh looked me in the eyes and winked. "Thank me for fucking your husband,” he commanded.
"Thank you for fucking Hector," I replied back.
I could tell Leigh was close to orgasm. With one last thrust Leigh let out a big moan. At the same time, without warning I could feel myself squirting against my husband's body. I was in a daze. Hector mounted my chest. I could feel Leigh's load leaking out of him as he ejaculated over my face.
For the rest of the trip, Leigh continued to fuck Hector whenever he wanted. Sometimes, I'd join them.
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When we got back home, we moved a small chair into the bedroom. Leigh called it my own special chair. I found Leigh and Hector would blow quicker when I was in the room. Hector would often hold my hand or look me in the eyes and I would wank watching them. I've never had so many orgasms in my life.
Sometimes, I liked to relax on the couch listening to them fuck while watching television. A rerun of Travels 4:3 was on this evening. Most nights, Hector would waddle past and say "I love you." This time he said "thank you." Leigh would often demand I take part. I always thought it was because he liked the idea of leaving Hector's hole loose. Perhaps he enjoyed knowing my small cock could feel the difference in our sizes. Maybe he liked being watched. Whatever his reason, I enjoyed it too.
One day, I asked Leigh why he does it.
"You know, Hector still enjoys when you fuck him?" he answered to my disbelief, “he talks about you all the time.”
“Really?” I was caught off guard, “he seems to want you more often.”
“I'm just happy to make you both feel good,” he said in his usual gruff, deep voice.
I started thinking about our relationship. Leigh has always been kind to us. I realised he has respected every boundary we communicated since meeting. He was good for Hector. I put some thought into giving Leigh my wedding band. When I approached him with the offer, he declined. He demanded his own ring.
I'm watching television on the couch now while Leigh reads up on Greece. Leigh's head rests on my lap while our husband forages for snacks in the fridge. We're planning our next vacation. The three of us will visit Hector's family. We'll introduce Leigh as our "mate from college,” but our friends know this is a cuck-and-bull story.
