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husband watching.  Soon, I wasn’t just close, I was overflowing with fierce pleasure and spilling ecstasy all over the beast’s hard cock.
     
    I could tell he was about to lose control, because he huffed as he slammed against me, trying to hold back.  He couldn’t hold back much longer, due to the tightness of my cunt around him.  His nostrils flared and his red eyes violated me as he let out a loud groan, exploding into my belly.
     
    The beast was a sight to see while cumming.  After exploding in a violent rage, the strength he harbored slipped slowly from his grasp until he was hunched over me, out of breath.
     
    I heard a quiet moan in the distance and recognized it as my husband’s.  I looked over and there he was, in his chair, his cock spitting cum all over himself and the floor.
     
    I blinked a few times to make sure this was real.  There I laid, hands tied, with a heavy man over me, his thick cock still resting in me, and my husband getting off to it all.
     
    Even if I knew what to say, I remembered the no talking rule and kept silent.  The beast’s huffs subsided and his head bowed.  It was almost as if someone had flipped a switch and shut him off.
     
    Suddenly he gave a large inhale, expanding his huge chest, and pulled out of me.  He climbed off the bed, got dressed, and then left the room.
     
    I was appalled.  He left!  He just left!   My head was spinning.  He didn’t untie me, he didn’t kiss me, he didn’t even say goodbye.  He just left.
     
    4
     
    Monday morning felt unreal.  My memories of the past weekend were brutally forced to meet my reality head on.  I begrudgingly walked through the rain toward the doors off my building.  I didn’t even bother using an umbrella.  My soaked clothes hugged my figure and my coworkers looked at me concerned.  I was a mixture of euphoria and depression.
     
    I never even learned his name .
     
    The Sunday after the party, Jared and I were still riding the highs and lows of the previous evening.  We didn’t wake up until the late afternoon when the sun threatened to set early behind rain clouds moving in from the west.
     
    We must have talked and embraced for hours that day.  It was difficult to go to sleep that night.  Sunday was still a dream, and I was still the woman ravaged by the bull.  That’s what we were calling him now after the way he charged me, and named after his safe word that I didn’t dare utter.
     
    Jared said I was brave and he was eternally grateful for it.  I’m not sure I could call it brave.  I’m not quite sure what any of those new feelings were.  I remember shaking from fear, and being swallowed by passion.  I remember sweat and pain.  I remember his cum leaking from my cunt.
     
    I had a mind to shower the filth from my skin, but I let it seep in the rest of the weekend.  I could smell his breath on me and at times felt like I was having an affair with his memory.
     
    Jared didn’t try to fuck me Sunday.  He compassionately wanted to let my body recover.  I’m glad he did, but partly because I didn’t want his fucking to be a disappointment.  I loved Jared, but he was no bull.
     
    I watched the weekend slip away while wrapped in our warm couch throw.  I remember the afternoon vividly.  Orange light and dark blue shadows shifting on our living room wall, slipping slowly toward the floor until they disappeared.  The clouds turned from pinks and purples to a sad grey that refused to fade.
     
    The grey continued into Monday, and I sat at my desk lost in thought.  I tried to snap out of it, but I didn’t try very hard.  I was afraid I’d forget him, and his memory was all that was left.
     
    By the time lunch rolled around I realized I had been working but not much was getting done.  Still, I was starting to feel like I was returning to earth. 
     
    I usually tried to pack a healthy meal to keep my figure, but I wasn’t thinking much about routine this weekend.  I headed to the