Alexis is an art director at an ad agency. The next day when she was at work she got a new follow request on her Instagram. Her heart skipped three beats. It was him. She went into her office, closed the door and locked it. Who was Cole Collins!?! She raced through his pics, there were plenty.
Of course he was a Texas boy. The post of Cole in his wetsuit after surfing made Alexis blush. From what she could see he had led a typical Saturdays Are For The Boys kinda life. He played college football and lacrosse at Vanderbilt, so clearly he was no dummy.
She was halfway down the page when she got his first instant message.
Cole: Alexis. I’ve been thinking about you.
She felt hit with a rush like a high schooler asked to prom by the star quarterback.
Alexis: Cole I can’t stop thinking about you.
Cole: Don’t stop. You should think about me all the time. You have no idea how much you are going to think about me once your pussy is mine.
Alexis: This pussy? (and then she sent a favorite pic of her beautiful pussy).
Cole: Mmmmmmm. Very good. Now make me a video. Right now. Use your hands on your pussy until you come and don’t stop saying my name the whole time. Call out my name when you cum and then send me the video. Do not text back until you send my video.
The bathrooms at the agency were single stalls with locked doors, so there was a lot of privacy. Alexis was giddy to do as she was told. She slipped down the hall to a bathroom, stripped naked, put her phone on the sink counter, and hit record.
She bent over the counter so the camera perfectly showed her swaying big perfect tits and her hand working her pussy.
“Cole. Cole, I need you. Mmmmm. Cole, I need your big dick in this pussy. Fuck me, Cole. Oh, Cole. Own m,e Cole.”
And within sixty seconds, she was cumming in waves. Her hand slick, she came again and again whimpering his name.
“Cole. Oh Cole come fuck me. Cole, I need to kiss you. Cole. Cole.” And she came some more.
Her hand was soaked and her knees were weak. She staggered out her position bent over the sink, put her wet hands on her tits and moaned. She looked into the lens with the hottest fuck me eyes of all time, and then she stopped the recording.
I was in the middle of my workday when I got this very video in my text chain with Alexis. My dick instantly started to get hard. I work from home now, I was all alone, and I came so hard and so fast watching that video.
Cole had liked it too. He had ordered her to send it to me after she sent it to him. He wanted me to know my wife was his for the taking. And I loved all of it. I was burning with desire, with jealousy, with arousal. I felt so incredibly alive. Neither of us could have known where this would lead.
We had only been in this lifestyle for three years. Alexis had fucked an ex-boyfriend and two guys on different vacations. She had never really had a regular bull. We had never. What was this guy all about? I’ve never been into any cuckoldy shit, this guy seems intent on dominating both Alexis…and me? In very different ways of course. But he apparently enjoys hotwife couples for more than just the sex. He gets off on the power.
His next instant message to Alexis was an order.
Cole: You’re not going to be with your husband and your family tonight. You are mine tonight.
Alexis: Yes Cole!! I can’t wait!!
Cole: What restaurant do you go to with your husband most often?
Fuck. I quickly thought of a place we never go to.
Alexis: Charlies.
Cole: Fine. Meet me there at 8 and put on your sluttiest dress. Nothing else but a tiny dress and heels.
Alexis: Ok Cole whatever you want.
Cole: What I want is for you to know that everyone in that restaurant is going to know you are my slut, and they’re going to know exactly where you will be later: in my bed riding my dick.
She felt her stomach drop. She had never been talked to like this.
She sent him a hot pic of her tits.
Alexis: I need your cum all over me Cole.
Cole: 8.
We have two kids, Matt who is 9, and Julie who is 5. They are fed and in bed asleep by 8 most days. I made sure they were down early that night. We needed space.
I was out of my mind; so sexually charged, with so much fear, shades of jealousy, life on hyperdrive deep inside me. I was literally high.
When Alexis told me he wanted to take her to a restaurant we go to a lot dressed like a total slut I almost fell over. My dick screamed YES. My pride wasn’t as sure. My heart said ok sure. My brain said slow down.
My dick won.
I watched her shower for him. My wife, wow what a body she has. So fucking sexy on her own. That she was cleaning and preparing herself for her young stud lover made it so much hotter.
She has a dress that’s barely even clothing. A black leathery tube, tight as hell, tits to ass covered, barely. It’s so slutty.
Her energy was amazing. Our energy was amazing. She was so excited. I was so excited. She noticed my raging hard-on and smiled at me like she felt a little sorry for me.
“I would help you with that big dick of yours, but it might get on my dress, and I don’t think Cole would like that. Don’t you touch that dick til I get home. Then you can cum all over me and reclaim me, baby. I can’t wait to feel you take me back, I know it makes you so crazy.”
She kissed me very slowly on the lips, smiled at me, looked into my eyes, gave me a wink, and turned and walked out the garage door to her car. She was on her way to be Cole’s for the night.
My stomach fell to the floor. Fear, paranoia, anxiety, all steeped in the most powerful arousal I’ve ever known. Questions spin in my mind endlessly. Would she really come back to me? After being with HIM? Was she really mine forever? What would he do to her? What would she do to him? How would they sound together? How would they look together?
Charlies is an old steakhouse on the side of town we don’t go to that much anymore. It’s got old red leather booths, dim lighting, and a beautiful classic bar. It’s high-end but just slightly past its prime vibe. It’s close to the State University so the crowd can be college couples on dates sometimes, it can be kind of a sexy young vibe in an oddly old space.
When Alexis got there, Cole had not yet arrived so she went to the bar to get a drink. There was a group of five college guys in suits and ties, they were out for a fraternity formal having drinks before their dates arrived. These guys were really good-looking. Clean cut, tall, alpha types. When they saw Alexis walk in they went silent for a moment, before some awkward laughing and dude talk.
Alexis sat at the bar, got the bartender’s attention right away, and ordered a Tito’s Cosmo, her go-to. It was 8 exactly, she was on time. She was barely wearing anything, her perfect tits and ass spilling out of her tiny micro-dress.
By 8:15, Alexis was halfway through her Cosmo, and the frat boys were moving closer to her. Their dates had not arrived and neither had hers. Not beating around the bush, one of them, a very good-looking, tall, dark-haired 20-year-old with a Jersey accent made his move while his bros looked on guardedly, wishing him good luck and watching what unfolded.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but can I buy your next drink? We’re all juniors at the U, what year are you?”
Alexis is forty-five, twenty years out of school. But she looks hot as hell. And this boy was speaking her language. She laughed and decided to play along.
“I’ve graduated, but I still like to have fun like that never happened.” And she laughed a little laugh and smiled seductively. He was so handsome and young it was easy for her.
The frat stud sensed his opening. She was receptive. His boys looked on amazed as he stepped into her space. He was really tall and really confident and he smelled great. He looked down into her eyes and focused all his charisma on her. It seemed like he was about to lean in to kiss her.
At that exact moment, there was a shift in the energy in the room. The front door had opened and everyone in the bar was looking towards that door. Alexis followed the energy of the room and shifted her eyes to the door.
She saw the sexiest-looking man she had ever seen. She almost fell out of her bar stool when she could see him head to toe.
When Cole Collins walks into a room, people notice.
He was just wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. But his clothes fit him like they had all been tailored to fit his muscular frame. His broad shoulders looked like football players, getting ticker nearer his neck. Cole’s t-shirt fit the V shape of his torso, his perfect pecs and biceps bulging out of the tight white cotton fabric. His jeans were very fashionable, tight-fitting and ripped, showcasing his thick quads and well-muscled calves. His muscled ass made women’s heads turn as he walked in. He wore expensive leather loafers and no socks. He was dressed like an Italian fashion model. He looked like an NFL tight end, freshly showered, hair still a bit wet.
Literally every head in the restaurant turned to follow this creature as he walked across the room towards the bar. Everyone but Alexis and the tall frat boy who has leaning over her, running his best game and amusing Alexis quite thoroughly. Alexis said he was young, but that he was hot and under different circumstances his boldness might have paid off.
But not tonight.
Cole saw Alexis and the frat boy and walked over with a smile mixed with alpha energy vibes. Cole was a stunningly good-looking, tall, muscular man, and that gave him immense confidence in life. It had been that way since he could remember. He used charm like a tool, whipping it out with ease and skill. But he was also an elite athlete, violent and dominant on the field, and naturally gifted and focused in the weight room.
Cole Collins is used to getting exactly what he wants, all the time.
He put his hand on the frat boy’s shoulder and effortlessly moved him out of his way.
“Run along little boy, get the fuck away from my slut.” His Texas drawl was normally so charming. Here his tone was low and forceful. Measured. He kept his eyes boring into the frat boys as he stepped in between Alexis and the kid at the bar. He turned his back to the frat boy, giving him a solid bump with his square shoulder as he turned.
Without saying anything he leaned down and gave Alexis the longest, deepest kiss she can remember. With one arm he scooped her up off her feet and brought her into his powerful frame. She felt the breath rush out of her body, her heart beating so fast. The rush of newness and the overwhelming rush of putting her hand on such a specimen made her skin feel like it was going to explode.
She was so wildly aroused. He probed her mouth skillfully with his tongue and lips. She put her hand on the back of his head and drew him in closer as she ran her fingers through his thick hair. After a bit, he released her mouth and set her gently back down on her feet like she was a feather.
She was intoxicated. His smell. His confidence. His accent. HIS LOOKS.
Cole leaned in “Hey babe so sorry about that. I don’t blame him. Dressed like that, god damn, you look hot Alexis. If I was still a frat boy I’d have tried to hit on you too” and we shared a laugh.
“Let’s go to our table.”
Cole put his big strong hand on her ass as we walked. And that’s when it hit her. People were looking at them. This gorgeous 25-year-old god of a man and his MILF slut. Her dress gave it away, just like he planned. She saw some women her age shaking their heads disapprovingly, but all of them undressing Cole with their eyes as we went. Alexis says it made her feel powerful to know this man, a perfect 10, was so into her, that she was his.
“Mr. Collins we have your table prepared as you asked.”
The hostess took them into the main dining room to a table for two in the center of the room. As they made their way to the table, Alexis could sense all eyes on them. She literally could not take her eyes off Cole. She was drinking in everything he did, the way his body moved, every expression on his perfect face. The way his muscles moved. His air of complete dominance and control. She was intoxicated by him.
The table had two seats on the same side, so she was right next to him. Touching up against him. Within range of his smell, and his big, strong hands. It was a lot to take in.
“Wow, Cole. This is nice. I’m sorry if I seem nervous, I don’t know what to expect.”
“Trust me, please let go of any expectations you have for tonight. You do not know what to expect tonight. You cannot imagine what I have planned for you.”
Alexis said she almost came right there. But she gathered herself.
“OK. I’m yours. Do with me what you will” she said with a laugh.
Cole wasn’t laughing. He had moved closer to her.
“Take out your cell phone, spread your legs and take a picture of your pussy.”
She hesitated a second. They were in a room of 80 people. Wearing nothing but her tiny tube slut dress, it was easy enough. She widened her legs and held her phone in position. Cole could see her pussy as she did this.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm.” He growled and for the first time showed her what desire looked like on his face.
She snapped the pic and showed it to him while trying not to let the other diners see.
“That’s a beautiful pussy you have Alexis. Now text that pic to me and your husband. Start a text chain for the three of us, we’ll need to be in contact a good bit as we get into this.”
Alexis was frozen. What? Would I like this? Would I be into this?
“Text your husband this is the last time he will see your pussy before I take it and make it mine.”
She tried to play it off with a giggle. “Cole, I am married and my husband will always come first, and know everything we’re doing. I love Adam, you are for fun.”
He chuckled and smiled with confidence that pulled her physically towards him.
“Alexis. Listen closely to me. I think I told you, you are not my first hotwife. You won’t be my last either, know that darlin. I know what to do and say to get you and hubby whipped into a frenzy. It’s kind of fun fucking around with couples, honestly. I’m straight as an arrow but I do get off on being a bull to a properly trained hotwife slut. And bullying her cucky husband as necessary.”
He said “properly trained”. Alexis needed to know what that meant.
She looked submissively into his eyes and whispered “Please train me.”
My wife was giving Cole the most intense fuck me eyes she had ever given anyone. She didn’t care who in the room could see.
He nodded approvingly.
“Let’s start off real easy, baby. Get up and walk to the bathroom like a total slut. Walk like you are selling yourself to me. When you get in the bathroom, hike your shirt up so high your ass is falling out. And pull down the top so it barely covers your tits. Then walk slowly back to me keeping your eyes focused on mine. Do not look around at all the people gawking at my slut.”
Alexis felt a rush of blood in every part of her body. Was she going to do this? She looked at Cole and knew instantly, yes, she was. She was going to do whatever he said.
She gathered herself, stood up, and ran her fingers across the top of Cole’s broad, muscled shoulders over his t-shirt, stopping her hand on the skin of his neck and running her fingernails through his hair.
Then she pulled away, sauntering across the floor, each ass cheek shift screaming out for more attention with every step. Some women just know how to walk sexy. Alexis is a Jedi-level sexy walker. The frat boys all stopped eating and watched, their dates looking appalled. She had her back to Cole as she walked, but halfway she turned back, licked her lips while giving him more fuck me eyes, and then turned forward again heading towards the restroom doors.
In the bathroom, Alexis looked in the mirror. She was 45 on a date with a 25-year-old stud. She was dressed in a dress a 20-year-old would wear out in Vegas. She was in a room filled with vanilla normies who were counting the days til they died. And she felt incredible. She felt so alive. She felt so powerful. She was with a man any woman would die for. He was hers tonight. She wanted him so badly. To taste his skin and feel his weight on top of her. To feel his power, youth, and vigor. She needed it so badly, she had never been so aroused in her whole life.
She remembered her instructions. She pulled the top down and the bottom up, making her slutty dress just obscene. Super slut material. She looked like a girl in a rock video stumbling out of limo after getting fucked.
Any embarrassment she felt as she walked back out instantly when she saw Cole again. Every time she saw him she nearly did a double take. How could he be real?
His eyes were fixed on hers. His expression was firm, not warm, raw not reserved. Both of them were letting everyone in the restaurant know, just like he told her, exactly what they would be doing next. When she got back over to him he had another command.
“Come sit on my lap, Alexis.”
When she sat down on him she left his hands on her dress. He had slid the bottom of her dress up so she was sitting bare-assed, no underwear, on Cole’s lap in the middle of a crowded restaurant. Her little ass fit so perfectly in his powerful lower body, and she could feel his muscled chest and abs as she leaned back into him. She arched her back and closed her eyes and almost completely lost sense of where she was. His smell was all over her.
Cole moved her around so that her ass and her pussy were right on top of his thick, long, now fairly hard dick. Alexis put her hand in between her legs and moved it on his dick. She shuddered as she felt his cock move when she touched it over his jeans. She ground her naked pussy down onto his dick. Then she felt his huge hands inside her thighs and his thumbs brush over her clit and down her pussy lips. When his middle finger got to her asshole he circled it around the rim.
And then he lifted her off himself like she was a napkin on his lap, and he gently put her back over in her seat.
For the rest of the dinner, Cole used his expert hands on Alexis swollen pussy intermittently. But he never let her cum. In fact, she says he told her she was not allowed to cum until he told her to. She told me she got so close many times, but Cole would release his grip and get back to dinner conversation. Once he had three fingers nearly fully inside her and she was so tense she could barely breathe. But once she got to the edge he pulled her back with force every time.
It left her explosively aroused. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was wet and more than ready. But Cole was taking his time. He was fucking with her, and if she wasn’t so totally head over heels into him she might have said something.
The frat boy who had been hitting on Alexa went across the restaurant to the bathroom. Cole and Alexis saw him.
“He’s a good-looking kid, isn’t he, slut?’
“I…guess so? Yeah sure he is.”
“Be a good slut, get up and go into the bathroom and suck his dick. Make his year.”
“What? Cole I’m yours tonight, I only want to be with you.” She was stunned.
“You’re not listening slut. You are mine. That means I can do with you as I please. And like your husband, I too get off on sharing. So be a good slut as I asked and go give college boy a nice blowjob. He can cum in your hand only tho, not in your mouth. Go have fun slut.”
Slightly bewildered, slightly excited, and horny as hell Alexis walked over to the bathrooms again. They were singles. When the guy came out Alexis stopped him at the door, put one hand on his chest and the other on his dick and she walked him backward.
“You can go back to your dinner in a minute sweetie. I’m about to make your night”
And my beautiful wife got down on her knees, in a restaurant bathroom, for the total stranger. He might have been 20, but he had classic preppy athlete frat boy looks. Tall and well built, he was also textbook her kind of guy, She ran her hands over his crotch.
College kids must watch a lot of porn, because he went right along like this was all totally normal. But then reality hit him.
“Hold on are you sure Thor out there isn’t going to kill me?”
“He sent me. I’m his slut tonight, I do as he tells me. He told me to suck your dick. But you can’t come in my mouth, only in my hand. Got it?”
His eyes got wide as she pulled out his cock. It was a nice cock. He put his hands on the back of her head and started to slowly pump her mouth with his swelling dick. She worked his balls with one hand and his shart with the other, determined to give the stud the best head of his life.
His breathing intensified. She could feel his cock getting harder than hard, peaking, getting ready to explode. He was moaning loudly with each thrust down her throat. She knew he was very close.
She pulled his dick out of her mouth and quickly stood up looking him right in the eyes as both her hands tightly gripped his shaft and balls.
“Cum now.” She couldn’t believe it. She had commanded him. What was happening? Who was she?
The college stud came on command like a good boy. He couldn’t believe it, he had never been treated like this in his life. He groaned loudly and his whole body shook as streams of hot cum shot out of his head and onto the bathroom floor and wall. He shuddered and leaned down to kiss Alexis, but she wouldn’t let him.
She held up her cum covered index finger and put it on his lips. She slipped it into his mouth, making him lick his own cum off her finger.
He smiled and laughed, he liked it. Alexis told me it was so hot when the college stud licked every drop of his own cum off of her fingers. When he was all done, she gave him a sloppy, long deep kiss, tasting his cum as she had wanted to since she hadn’t been allowed to let him use her mouth for his load.
“Now go back to your dinner sweetie. I won’t tell your date about this if you won’t” And with that, she walked back out to her table to be with Cole.
She sat back down next to Cole, put her hand in his crotch over his jeans, and looked at him with raging lust. She grabbed his big dick and balls tightly with her hand and leaned into his ear and whispered.
“Cole, that was fun, but I came here to be with you and I need to see you naked and taste your cum right fucking now. Get me out of here and take me to your bed, please.”
Now she was stoking his dick over his pants, looking pleading in his eyes.
He smiled his cool, confident smile, and in his Texas drawl leaned back over to her and whispered.
“Alexis, darlin, you keep forgetting. I tell you what to do, not the other way around. If you understand say ‘Yes, sir.’”
His smile was gone.
“Yes sir,” she said, feeling how erotic it felt to say that, to think that, as the words rolled off my beautiful wife’s tongue.
Instantly his smile and charm were right back.
“That’s my girl.”
She felt a rush in her gut. “My girl.”
That sounded so fucking hot. She loved it.
Throughout all of this, they had ordered and eaten dinner and several rounds of cocktails. The waitress took their dessert order and as Alexis was talking she felt Cole hand under the table move up her leg to her throbbing wet pussy. It was swollen from her time in the bathroom and her excitement being with Cole.
“Mmmm. Your pussy is so full. It needs relief.”
She felt his big strong hand flatten out, his palm covering all of her pussy and his fingers stretching past her asshole. He started to move his hand rhythmically, pressing his the inside of her middle knuckle against her clit and the other fingers running up and down her pussy lips.
Alexis said she scanned the room, and it looked like no one was paying attention. But she was still trying to keep her face from contorting as Cole used his hand with increasing force and pace. Alexis said she has never been with a man who knows what to do to a woman with his hands like Cole. I’ve replayed the next part of her story in my head about ten billion times.
“Have you ever squirted before?” he asked.
She couldn’t really speak. He was working her pussy with his hand so hard, and she was trying to act somehow reasonable in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
Alexis mustered an audible “nhah” and shook her head as she looked into Cole’s ice-blue eyes with an expression hinting at begging for mercy. He eyes told her with zero doubt there would be no mercy, no relent.
He moved his face right next to hers like he was going to kiss her, but he stopped just short. His full lips brushing hers, but then he froze. Right then, for the first time, he entered her, his thick knuckled middle finger penetrating her and taking her breath away. He pushed it in as far as he could go in one slow but steady thrust.
Alexis said she came right then. She said she raked her nails into his bare forearm and into his thigh. He welcomed her claws, smiling lustily at her. But he wasn’t done.
Using his four fingers he began to go side to side across her labia, catching her lips in his fingers then roughly moving them side to side. He was moving fast and rough, Alexis said she just looked down at his hand to try not to make a scene as much as possible. Cole kept it up for a minute then abruptly stopped.
The next thing my beautiful wife felt was this twenty-five-year-old super stud’s thumb stabbing in and out of her pussy. He fucked her with his thumb for another minute. Just when she felt like she was going to cum, he pulled his thumb out. She looked at him like he had punched her.
He paused for a whole minute. She was frozen in ecstasy, totally lost, unaware of anything around her but him.
Then he went back to the side to side with his flat hand. And Alexis told me she felt things she had never felt before. She said she felt like her bladder was getting full, like she would need to pee, but then thirty seconds later it happened.
Cole looked her dead in the eyes as his hand feverishly worked her pussy side to side with his fingers and palm flat. Alexis grabbed onto his bulging bicep and dug her nails in. And then out of nowhere she erupted. Her orgasm hit, and she sprayed fluid all over Cole’s hand, the floor, and probably the bottom of their table. More and more of it. She came and squirted for what seemed to her an eternity, but was probably more like twenty seconds. She saw dominance and delight in his eyes. He saw complete submission in hers. She was sweating all over. She was panting. Her pussy was covered with fluid she never knew she had the power to summon.
She collapsed into him, exhausted. She put her head on his chest and inhaled his smell. She ran her hands up and down his big strong arms and through the little hairs on his forearms.
That all this happened in the middle of a crowded restaurant made it even hotter to Alexis. She said she had never felt so alive. Like most of us, she loves to be bad on occasion. And Cole seemed like a walking invitation to push any limits she had ever known for what bad could mean.
“Would you like dessert?” the waitress crashed the moment and brought them back to reality.
They laughed and Cole said no, just the check would be fine.
When they walked out and to the car, they got the distinct feeling everyone was watching them. Alexis said she had that feeling the whole time, so much so that she tuned it out halfway. She said it was so easy to concentrate entirely on Cole.
They had driven separately. As they got out to the parking lot Cole took her hand and looked at her with his charming smile and Texas drawl.
“Alexis darlin I like you a lot. I’m ready to be your bull. But I need you to understand everything that that means and to accept it before we go any further.”
“OK” she said, not knowing where this was going.
“So when you get in my car right now, and I take you to my place, I need you to accept that I will decide when you leave. You may not see your husband for several days.”
She froze for a second. Wow, she wondered, did I really want this like that? As badly as she wanted to go right away and fuck him for days, was her husband, who she loved so much and who had consented for all this happening with Cole, was this too far?
“Can I text Adam and ask him?”
“Why sure you can. Call hubby and ask. Tell him once he says yes, he doesn’t have any say over what happens to you anymore. When you step in my car you are mine.”
And he walked over to his car. A new black Porsche (how does a twenty-five-year-old afford this?). And confidently got inside. He started the engine. The passenger door popped open.
Alexis called me in a frenzy. Her car was running and the door was open for her.
“Baby, I’m having so much fun, he’s so fucking hot, thank you so much for letting me do this! I love you so much. Only a real man is strong enough to share his wife like you do baby. So Cole wants me to go to his place. But he wanted me to tell you, to ask our consent, that once I go with him I may not be back for a few days, he will decide when I go home. And that from then after, he will be our bull, and he can have me wherever and whenever he pleases. Is that OK Adam? Please say it’s ok baby I need this so badly…pleeeeeasse!”
I was jacking off feverishly. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had been on pins and needles all night, sick with anxiety and ecstasy. My mind was racing, this was not within our rules. We were supposed to be in charge. I am no cuckold, am I? We decide what happens, right?
“Baby, please. Let’s just see where it goes, it’ll be an adventure for us. OK?”
“OK, Lexi. Go have so much fun baby. I want to hear every fucking detail. Text me and let me know you’re doing OK and come home soon I need to be with you and make you mine again. Reclaiming you will be on my mind every minute you’re gone”
“You are my king Adam. I love you.” Click.
She was gone, walking over to Cole’s Porsche.
