Cuckolding Phone Sex – A New Bull On The Farm – Part 1

I had a great year, and my farm was expanding fast! I was so excited that I was finally able to bring in enough revenue to hire a farmhand to help me out. After all, those hay bales are heavy enough! I placed fliers around town at the local feed stores and did some asking around. Little did I know I was going to be adding a bull to the farm for hot cuckolding phone sex.

I left the feed store in my cute little tight daisy dukes that seemed to snuggly hug my round bubble butt and my cut off tee that rested directly below my breasts. The sun was shining, and it was a bit warm, a nice break from all the cold weather that had been upon us. As I lifted my cowgirl boot to the step of my truck, my phone rang.

I did not recognize the number, but I figured it might be someone answering my ad. I got excited when a gentleman with a deep sultry voice greeted me and went on to explain that he was, in fact, calling about the farmhand position. His voice drew me in like a moth to a flame. Before the conversation had finished, he had me giggling like a schoolgirl and feeling like a bitch in heat.

I told him he could meet me at my house if he was available, and boy, was he.

He showed up in a big Chevy truck directly after I had pulled in. He had caramel skin, big muscular arms, and perfect posture. His stride was full of confidence as was his entire demeanor. We began talking and I was in a trance as the words just rolled off his long soft wet tongue.

I told him he didn’t have to help, but he insisted.

I went to grab a bale and he told me he had it. My eyes lit up and I am pretty sure my mouth dropped open as he lifted the hay like it was nothing. His arms flexed and the sweat that developed on his brow glistened in the sunlight.

I could not help but see that his jeans were a little tight in the crotch area. My brain went wild, wondering what he was packing. This was so inappropriate, but he had me wrapped around his long thick fingers. I imagined what my husband would think if I mentioned cuckolding phone sex.

I knew it would be such a conflict of interest for me to make a move, so I drooled from afar.

This was, until he finished loading the hay bales into the barn. He approached me with patches of sweat soaking through his shirt. He stood so close that I could smell him. I breathed in the earthy savory fragrance he was emitting and, inside, I was just melting. I could actually hear my heartbeat, it was pumping so hard and fast.

He asked if I needed help with anything else while we discussed the job.

“I don’t know”, I stated as I grabbed a bucket from the barn, stumbling on my words. He took the pail from my hand and sat it to the side on a nearby shelf. Then, he moved in closer. I could feel my hardening nipples grazing his handsome hefty body.

Was this an invitation?

I told him my husband would be home soon and he seemed not to care. Instead, he pushed in closer for cuckolding phone sex.

“That’s ok. He can watch.”

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