This is the follow on from my previous story Hard Limit, which ran through my first meeting with this couple. The TLDR is: we met in town, had a meal and, bound, he watched us make love all night. In the morning, I sent him to get us breakfast but we made the mistake of carrying on without him while he was gone, which turned out to be a hard limit he hadn’t mentioned. He reacted like a twat and left with her, pretty upset, leaving me in the hotel room. The story picks up from there.

I’m trying to use this as a bit of a diary of how I feel about being the bull, it’s a lot more complicated than I first wondered so maybe writing it down and reading it back will help?

I’ve tried to keep it pretty accurate but some bits like conversations are condensed; I can remember what we talked about but obviously not word-for-word.

There are a couple of patches where my memory’s a bit hazy but I remember the key points so I’ve interpolated between them just to make it make sense narratively.

Grace is her name (I wasn’t sure about naming her in the previous story but I think it’s fine). I’ve called him the cuck partly because then it reads like I don’t like him (although he’s alright really, I kind of get to like him), and partly because his name isn’t common and I don’t want to betray their confidence by making them identifiable.

Don’t get a chastity cage, it looked grim as fuck. Like medievally grim.

Sunday 27 November

With them gone, cock still wet, I guiltily finished myself off, lying in the warm spot where Grace had been, then got dressed and checked out. I sincerely apologise to the Premier Inn cleaners for the state of the bed sheets and the rose petals which had dried onto the bottom of the bath and left pink stains.

I got the train home and, having only had a few hours’ sleep, showered and went to bed. I woke up just after 5pm with no real food in the house. I’d been deprived of breakfast and otherwise not eaten since our meal in the Ivy the night before.

Hangry, I ordered a curry and, while I was waiting, did some research on here, realising that we’d violated one of the cuck’s “hard limits”. I wondered “Hard Limit” sounded like a shit Steven Seagal film so, laughing to myself, I wrote a story about everything I remembered about the night and picked that as the title. I confess writing it was fun and as bits came back to me I included them in a few drafts before pressing submit on Sunday night.

Monday 28 November

On Monday morning, sleep pattern fucked, sitting at my desk and struggling to focus, I felt like I’d let the dust settle but not too much. I messaged Grace.

Hey babe

Loved Saturday night, you were amazing

Sorry about the way it ended

Are you ok?

Has [the cuck] calmed down yet?

I know she’s not near her phone a lot because of her job, so I distracted myself struggling through calls. End of month is all the time busy and I’ve got two projects I’m trying to get delivered before everyone breaks up for Christmas.

Of course, I knew Grace might just not reply at all. But, about lunchtime, I got a message back.

Hi ed – I loved it too baby?

[The cuck] is fine, he overreacted but it’s good now

I’m sorry about the way we left it

It wasn’t fair on you

We talked on the way home and he wants to do it again if you’re not too freaked out by us xxx

My heart leapt. I definitely wanted to do it again and to settle things with him given how he’d behaved with her which I was fucked off about. I hope it doesn’t come across as fake chivalry but I don’t like seeing women spoken to like that.

I called Grace after work as I wanted to hear her voice to check she was OK. She sounded great. I could hear she was speaking at that slightly unnatural high pitch she had done when we first met on Saturday. We chatted for a while and agreed we’d WhatsApp to arrange things.

Tuesday 29 November

Conversation turned to organising a second meet. Trying to appear casual, I said I was happy to do it but because the whole thing is reliant on him being a bit scared of me, I’d need to reestablish him as the submissive – unlike how things had finished on Sunday morning.

Grace:

??

Are you gonna hit him?

Me:

Not to hurt him

We just need to make things clear again

The cuck, having unblocked me, sent me a few messages. I didn’t want to talk to him and I read but didn’t reply. I asked Grace to tell him to expect punishment, and I wanted a written list of hard limits from him.

She messaged a short list back (the sort of things you’d expect; no lasting injuries, nothing public, nothing dangerous). Surprisingly, it didn’t include us meeting or doing things without him. I queried it.

Grace:

He says he couldn’t sleep when he was on the floor

Basically he couldn’t switch off

Like he was in a different reality

Then when he went down to maccies and everything was ordinary it snapped him back

Then he saw us and he just flipped

But I talked to him and he’s ok if he’s in the loop

I joked it sounded like he needed a man up pill although I regret saying that: I couldn’t watch someone do to my girlfriend what I’d done to Grace and I’d probably have reacted much worse, so how much of a man would that make me?

She asked what ideas I had for a second weekend. I suggested something more secluded where we could take it up a notch for the cuck. We were both excited so we looked for somewhere to book for 3 December.

We both loved our bath together so we found a place with a hot tub on Airbnb. It was a lodge set in the grounds of a country pub, with an outdoor hot tub on a heated, private patio covered by a wooden pergola and sheltered from the wind (and prying eyes to an extent) with bamboo screening. This time, the cuck paid the £270-odd bill (I gathered a deep reach into his pocket) as part of his atonement for last weekend.

The safe word was agreed and, if unable to speak, five taps/kicks loud enough to be heard.

I had a prearranged date on Tuesday night where I must have bored the fuck out of her – what possessed me to organise it then I have no idea. I went to the toilet a couple of times and sexted Grace standing at the urinal, which was far more fun. Someone did say that vanilla dating wouldn’t satisfy ever again.

My rest of the week ran along the same lines. Message Grace first thing, try to work while checking my phone every 30 seconds, gym, then a mixture of sexting and planning in the evenings.

Saturday 3 December

The day couldn’t pass quick enough. I picked them up from their place at 3. When I pulled up I could see Grace in the window. I half jogged to the front door, which she opened. Conscious of their neighbours, I went to give her a peck on the cheek at the front door but she met my lips instead and wrapped her arms around me.

I helped her with her bag and I couldn’t stop gawping at her as she walked in front of me down the path from their front door, skinny jeans clinging to her legs and bum and her grey oversized jumper temptingly covering her toned torso.

The cuck offered me his hand to shake. I ignored it and told him coldly to get in the car. He slid in behind Grace and awkwardly placed his puffer jacket in his lap to cover his erection. I adjusted the rear view mirror to frame him out of my vision.

When we arrived just after 4pm, the cuck waited in the car while we went in and checked in with the owner/host. We were fine to drive down to the lodge to drop our stuff, but there was no parking except at the pub.

The host apologised that the hot tub was full with fresh water but not hot yet – he hadn’t anticipated us wanting to use it this late in the year until he rang Grace earlier. He said he’d set it to heat, which would take about four hours, and after that we’d just need to take the tarp cover off and jump in.

Driving past the other lodges, none seemed to be lit inside so I guessed we were alone. I parked up outside ours and told the cuck to bring everything (everything) from the boot inside.

I took Grace’s hand and led her in. The cuck placed everything down and I looked at Grace. She knew what I was gonna do (we’d agreed it carefully) but he didn’t.

I grabbed the cuck by the throat and pushed him into the wall. I could see he wondered about fighting but he’s out of shape and unlike last time, I was fully clothed and prepared. At any rate, he must have expected this. I brought my face in close.

“What do you have to say for yourself, you pathetic cunt?” I demanded.

“Sorry sir” he wheezed. I suppressed a smile. I liked the ‘sir’ thing.

“For what?” I sneered at him, enjoying myself.

He panicked and looked at Grace, obviously struggling to articulate it. I slapped his clammy face with my left hand and pushed upward with my right, squeezing his throat and leaving him on tiptoes. He grasped at my forearm.

“Don’t look at her, look at me.” I growled. “You even think about speaking to her like that again, I’ll take her away from you for good.”

His face was turning red and the veins in his temple started to show. “Do you understand?”

He nodded. “Good boy,” I said, and let go. He averted his gaze and I glanced at Grace, who nodded at me with approval – arousal maybe? I’d regained his fear and respect but I’d not done any damage.

I’d stopped at the shop on the way to pick them up, and poured Grace a prosecco (into a wine glass from the kitchenette – a step up from the mug last time, but next time we really need flutes) and opened a Peroni for me. I threw my keys to the cuck and ordered him to take my car back to the car park, then come back and get the cage set up.

The cage. I have a side hustle breeding dogs (currently Newfoundlands). I don’t like crating the parents but sometimes it’s unavoidable, so a few years ago I bought a couple of collapsibles. Obviously Newfies are basically cattle so the ones I got were massive. I’d suggested to Grace we use one for the cuck and I’d tested sitting in it in the week and it was just big enough. The cuck had followed my instructions and brought it in from the back of the car.

He got back from the main building (fortunately he hadn’t crashed or stolen my car, I later found out he only has a provisional licence) and we laughed at him making a mess of putting the cage together. It’s so simple my Newfie bitch could do it herself if she had thumbs. Grace and I sat on the bed with our drinks and watched him struggle, her lying against my chest.

Grace had booked dinner for 6pm when the kitchen opened – early enough to have a light meal and get back for the action – but that still gave us some time to kill. I suggested the cuck discover something to put in the cage to make it comfortable, then watch TV (Netherlands were beating the USA and there wasn’t long left).

I wanted Grace and I couldn’t wait until after dinner this time, so I suggested we have a shower. She rolled into me and wrapped her legs around my waist. Standing up from the bed I walked us into the bathroom, telling the cuck not to disturb.

“Yes sir.” I felt my cock twitching against Grace at the deference he showed.

This close I took a lungful of Grace’s scent. Sweet but not overpowering. Fuck it was good.

I plopped her down on the bathroom counter between the two sinks, kicked the door to with my heel and pulled her jumper off to reveal her black bra underneath. She did the same with my black t-shirt, and we kissed for a few minutes, hands on each others backs, bodies together at the hips and my hard cock pressing into her.

When I couldn’t withstand any longer, I unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans, revealing matching black lace pants. I’m useless at fashion so I’ll say the set was Victoria’s Secret but they could just as well have been something from a charity shop. I have no idea and I don’t care, they looked great.

She did the same and revealed my Moschino boxers (they have MOSCHINO written on the waistband, which makes it easier) and started kissing my cock through them, gently pecking at it with her lips, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. She grabbed the waistband and pulled down slowly, letting my cock bounce upwards at her chin.

Grace giggled with excitement, took the bottom in her hand and slid her tongue under my foreskin, right at the banjo string. I couldn’t help but moan as she did it. After a minute or two swirling her tongue around underneath it, the suck got deeper. Half way down was enough for her (the night was still young) but I could feel her tonsils. I reached forward over her head and unclasped her bra, freeing her tits.

I stretched behind me and turned the wrong shower on (I turned the handle the wrong way and caused freezing cold water to spray out of the second handheld shower head onto my back, to Grace’s great amusement. What’s wrong with just a shower!?).

Nonetheless her laugh gave me a second to put my hand under her chin and gently pull her up to kiss, hooking my other finger round her pants and pulling them down. I stepped out of my jeans and hoofed them out of the way, we both took our socks off and turned round into the shower. As she did, Grace pulled her hair up into a band and asked me not to get it wet because she wouldn’t have time to get it dry… great.

I led her round the water coming out of the shower head (one of those big square Milano ones) and pushed her against the wall. I started by kneading both breasts while sucking her nipples, and then licked down her body to her smooth pussy, which she must have waxed that morning.

I parted her knees, just far enough to get between them but not far enough to put her in danger of slipping in the shower tray. I licked up the inside of her legs and, parting her lips slightly with my fingers, carried on licking to her clit which I lapped at, enjoying the taste of her mixed with the shower water. She was as sweet as last week and I enjoyed her fingernails grazing the back of my head to the sound of “fuck, yes Ed”. I slipped my tongue inside her and looked up at her through the water splashing me.

After a few minutes more I knew I needed more than my tongue in her, so I retraced my lick up her stomach, round her belly button, between her breasts and up her chest and neck, over her chin and into her mouth. Without breaking the kiss she rolled her hips and I pushed into her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her stretching and moaning into my mouth. Once down to my balls, I swung the shower head away from her so she could arch her back away from me without wetting her hair, supporting her shoulders on the wall.

Her pussy was just like I remembered it. Tight all the way up to her cervix, warm, moist and soft like velvet. I started to fuck and each time pulling out it seemed to cling to me like she was worried I might be leaving.

After a while I could feel her body tightening and her pussy starting to get even wetter. If we were gonna cum together I was lagging behind, so I upped the pace to catch up. By the end of it I was fucking pretty hard – far harder than I’d planned and much harder than we went last weekend. I ended up slightly overshooting and finishing first, inside her, but only by a few seconds, so I kept riding the orgasm until she joined me, her legs turning to jelly as she squirted slightly on my stomach.

I put my hands under her bum to stop her falling and she was instantly apologising. I said she had nothing to apologise for, and I’d been watching her anyway in case she slipped, but I realised she’d meant the squirt.

I laughed it off. It was absolutely fine and I loved it. She said she’d only ever done that on her vibrator before and never with a guy, and that she was embarrassed she’d made a “mess”.

I looked up at the shower head we were standing under and she laughed. I told her she could let loose and make as much mess as she liked tonight and kissed her again. I paused to admire the view of her, her body glistening wet, supported by my hands under her bum, pussy stretched around my cock.

I pulled out of her and grabbed the mini shower gel from the tray, and had a long shower together, exploring our bodies.

There weren’t any windows in the bathroom and we’d both been so enraptured we’d lost track. I checked my phone in my jeans pocket and noticed it was 5:30pm.

Grace grabbed the towels from the heated rail and we got dry. I had a quick shave at the ‘his’ sink while Grace made herself up at the ‘hers’ – her hair mostly dry although apparently in need of some attention given the steamy room. It was weird being naked and doing ordinary domestic things with someone else’s girlfriend and she’d occasionally glance in the mirror at my cock hanging lazily.

I walked back out into the bedroom to grab a shirt from my bag, only to discover the cuck, slightly breathless as if startled, lying on the bed apparently watching Strictly Come Dancing. I assumed he’d been peeping. I ordered him off the bed.

I dressed, put a coat on and went outside for a smoke with my second beer – the cuck had emptied the box into the mini fridge in the kitchenette. I saw him hesitate about whether to join me, but he rightly stayed where he was.

As I walked back in, Grace emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her jeans and a red blouse which was much more figure hugging than her jumper, showing off her cleavage – slightly Christmassy too. She folded a black scarf around her neck and put her jacket on.

The cuck put his big waterproof puffer on, but it was so big and thick he looked like the Michelin Man.

To be honest when we were planning I’d wanted to hogtie him and leave him on the floor in the dark bathroom waiting for us to come back, but Grace had pointed out that she didn’t want to be responsible for his death in the event of a fire. As much as I disliked him for what he’d done the weekend before at the hotel, I was forced to agree with her.

Dinner

We walked up together, us in front and the cuck behind so we wouldn’t see his little prick at attention.

The meal was lovely. I had a schnitzel and Grace had risotto. The cuck; I have no idea, he had something but mostly he was watching us in awe and I was too busy finding out more about Grace to care about him.

I loved the way she seemed to laugh so freely and would bite her lip behind her glass when she was listening to me speak, as if she wondered by doing it I wouldn’t see. I thought if she was, or had ever, been like this with the cuck.

We spent a lot longer at the restaurant than planned – we didn’t eat till quite late in the end and instead of a quick light dinner, it became a bit of a piss up for Grace and I, the cuck sipped diet coke (trying to keep his costs down?). I found the more I drank the more I looked at her and wanted to rip her blouse off there and then and fuck her on the table.

We left the cuck at the restaurant – Grace told him to wait for her to message him before coming back and joining us just so we didn’t have him awkwardly standing around. Grace and I were getting on well and we were very much on the same wavelength, I felt like the cuck seemed to follow us around and get in the way like the butler from the Tomb Raider games.

Grace and I thanked the landlord, added the meal to the room bill, playing the happy couple with the weird mute third wheel, and she rested her head on my shoulder as we staggered back to the lodge under heavy skies, although the moonlight was filtering through.

Outside

We got back and I took the cover off the hot tub, now steaming nicely, and started the heater under the pergola. Grace shut the blinds on the glass doors at the front of the lodge so we’d have privacy and went to freshen up. I poured her a prosecco and knocked the top off another Peroni for me.

I got undressed, dumped my clothes by the bed, streaked naked through the cold air into the hot tub, and lit a rollup. Grace emerged from the bathroom and undressed herself as she walked out through the doors and across the patio towards me.