The next few weeks passed in a blur of excitement and anxiety. Sarah and Mark spent hours discussing the details of her cuckold lifestyle - what kind of man she wanted to be with, what kind of things they wanted to try.
Mark took charge of finding the perfect partner for Sarah, poring over online dating profiles and setting up discreet meetings. Sarah found herself intrigued by the process, eager to meet the man who would change her life forever.
Finally, the day arrived. Sarah got dressed in a tight dress that hugged her curves, her heart pounding with anticipation. Mark drove her to the meeting place, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
As they pulled up to the hotel, Sarah took a deep breath and turned to face him. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Mark nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he said. "This is what we both want. What you both need."
Sarah leaned over and kissed him softly, pouring all of her love and gratitude into the gesture. Then she got out of the car and walked towards the hotel entrance, her head held high.
She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she was ready to face it head-on. Ready to embrace the thrill of the unknown, ready to experience pleasure in ways she had never imagined.
As she stepped into the lobby and saw the man who would be her first cuckold bull waiting for her, she felt a wave of desire wash over her. This was it. This was the beginning of a new chapter in her life.
And she couldn't wait to see where it would lead.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the towering, muscular figure of the bull Mark had arranged for her. He was everything she had fantasized about and more - tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, with rippling abs and biceps that strained against his tight t-shirt. His black skin glistened under the hotel lobby lights, and his deep, soulful eyes seemed to pierce straight through her.
"Hi there," Sarah said breathlessly, extending her hand. "I'm Sarah."
The bull took her hand in his, engulfing it completely. His grip was firm and warm, sending a shiver down her spine. "Pleasure to meet you, Sarah," he replied, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I'm Marcus."
Sarah felt her knees go weak as he led her towards the elevators, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. As they stepped into the empty car, Marcus pressed the button for the top floor and turned to face her.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his eyes roving over her body appreciatively. "Mark didn't do you justice."
Sarah blushed, flattered by the compliment. "Thank you," she said shyly. "And thank you for doing this. For me, I mean."
Marcus smirked, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. "Oh, it's my pleasure, baby. Trust me."
As the elevator dinged open, Sarah felt a surge of nervous excitement. This was really happening. She was really going to sleep with another man, with her husband's blessing.
Marcus led her down the hallway to his room, swiping his key card and pushing open the door. Sarah stepped inside, her eyes widening at the opulent suite that greeted her.
Marcus closed the door behind them and turned to face her, a predatory gleam in his eye. "Strip for me," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling shy. But the look in Marcus's eyes spurred her on, and she reached for the zipper of her dress.
Slowly, teasingly, she slid the garment down her body, revealing inch after inch of creamy skin. She let it pool at her feet before stepping out of it, standing before Marcus in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a strapless bra.
Marcus let out a low whistle of approval, his eyes devouring every curve and contour of her body. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growled, reaching out to cup her breasts through the thin lace of her bra. "I can't wait to get my hands on you."
Sarah gasped as he roughly squeezed her tits, her nipples hardening instantly beneath his touch. She arched into him, craving more contact, more stimulation.
As if reading her mind, Marcus reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts sprang free, heavy and full, and he wasted no time in capturing one rosy peak between his lips.
Sarah cried out in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled at her sensitive flesh, his other hand kneading and tugging at her other breast. Sparks of electricity shot straight to her core, and she could feel her panties growing damp with arousal.
Marcus pulled away after a few minutes, leaving Sarah panting and wanting more. He smirked at her expression of frustration before reaching down and tearing her panties off with one swift tug.
"Fuck, look how wet you are already," he marveled, his fingers delving into her slick folds. "You really are a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
Sarah could only moan in response, too far gone in her lust to form coherent words. She widened her stance, giving Marcus better access to her aching pussy.
He pumped two fingers in and out of her, crooking them just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside her that made her see stars. His thumb circled her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
"Mmm, you taste good," Marcus purred, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. "I can't wait to fuck this sweet little cunt with my big, black cock."
Sarah whimpered at the thought, her pussy clenching around nothing. She needed him inside her, needed to be stretched and filled and fucked senseless.
As if reading her mind, Marcus pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, his massive cock springing free from his pants. Sarah's eyes widened at the sight of it - thick and long and beautifully dark, with a bulbous head that wept with pre-cum.
"Oh my God," she breathed, reaching out to wrap her hand around his shaft. "You're huge."
Marcus chuckled, rocking his hips into her grip. "And you're about to take every inch of it like a good little wife," he promised darkly.
With that, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep in her tight cunt with one powerful stroke.
Sarah screamed in ecstasy as he stretched her beyond what she thought possible, his girth splitting her open in the most delicious way. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he started to move, pistoning in and out of her at a brutal pace.
"Fuck yes, take that dick," Marcus grunted, pounding into her with abandon. "Take it like the desperate little slut you are."
Sarah could only babble incoherently in response, lost in a haze of pleasure as Marcus fucked her within an inch of her life. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder, faster.
He obliged her, slamming into her so hard the headboard banged against the wall. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and grunts and the slick, squelching noises of Marcus's cock plunging into Sarah's sopping pussy.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Sarah chanted, feeling her orgasm building at the base of her spine. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Marcus seemed determined to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible, fucking her through one mind-blowing climax after another. By the time he finally allowed himself to come, Sarah was nothing more than a quivering, whimpering mess beneath him.
With a guttural roar, Marcus buried himself to the hilt in Sarah's fluttering cunt and came, his hot seed erupting deep inside her in thick, heavy spurts. Sarah could feel him twitching and pulsing as he emptied himself in her, his cock head kissing her cervix with each powerful jet of cum.
Finally, spent and sated, Marcus collapsed on top of her, his softening cock still buried in her well-fucked pussy. They lay like that for a few moments, panting and gasping for breath as they came down from their respective highs.