Mara leaned against the kitchen counter, the morning sunlight glinting off the edges of her hair, her fingers idly tracing the smooth surface. Across the room, her husband, Daniel, poured coffee, straightened his mug and hummed softly to himself. She loved him, absolutely, with a depth she could feel in her chest every time he brushed against her or wrapped her in his arms. He was steady, dependable, affectionate, he was the kind of man every woman deserved, a man who loved her entirely. And yet, as much as she loved him, there were times she craved more.
Daniel’s touch made her feel safe. Made her feel loved. But it didn’t ignite her the way she sometimes needed. His kisses were gentle, deliberate, full of care but they left her wanting, a little unsatisfied, a little bit yearning for things he couldn’t reach. If you know what I mean. It was nothing he lacked in devotion; it was simply biology, circumstance, and the natural limitations of his size. Mara had accepted it as part of the rhythm of their marriage, even embraced it, understanding that desire didn’t always perfectly overlap with connection.
Nathan was different. Her ex-boyfriend, the man’s very presence set her nerves on fire, his size and confidence demanded every inch of her attention. He wasn’t a replacement for Daniel. He could never touch the intimacy she shared with her husband but at the same time he satisfied a raw, physical hunger that Daniel never could.
That evening, Mara made a first move toward Daniel. She pressed herself against him, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her palm, wanting the warmth and closeness only he could provide. She needed this connection, wanted it desperately, knowing it would prepare her emotionally for her plans later. They made love slowly, tenderly, methodically. Each kiss, each whisper, each gentle thrust and stroke reinforced their bond. Her hips met his in a rhythm of mutual devotion, a shared cadence of love, intimacy, and trust. They were on the same page sexually, emotionally. They shared the same sacred wavelength, they always had.
“I love you,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his shoulder, letting her fingers trace patterns along his back.
“I love you too,” Daniel whispered, his voice low and thick, his hands holding her as if letting go would make the world collapse. That embrace, how she loved his embrace.
She moved with him, letting him fill her in ways he could, but knowing she would need more later. The thought of Nathan pulsed in the back of her mind, making her body tingle with anticipation. This tender connection with Daniel was grounding, like an anchor but Nathan was fire. And she wanted both. She needed both.
After Daniel finished, she held him tightly. She held him until his breath grew short and he fell asleep. She lifted the covers, slowly crawled out of the bed and pulled an old t-shirt and a pair of canvas shorts on. She found a pair of old slip-ons for her feet and hurried for the door, this was always her most anxious and her most hurried moment. She couldn’t wait to see Nathan. She wanted him. She needed to feel him. God she needed him. Thank goodness he lived so close.
It was only fifteen minutes later, but it felt like an hour, the way her heart was pounding. She had been seeing Nathan like this for years, even after they broke up, but he drove her wild, still. Mara let herself in to Nathan’s house, she had a key after all. The thrill of anticipation already making her skin itch. Nathan was in bed watching something on tv as she shed her clothes and crawled into bed with him. Nathan greeted her with that familiar confident smirk, and the second his hands found her, she felt the stark contrast between the two men in her life. His touches were rougher, more insistent, demanding her full attention. When he entered her, she gasped, stretched, arched, the fullness consuming her in ways Daniel never could.
With Daniel, sex was love, connection, intimacy. With Nathan, it was urgency, intensity, carnal, primal satisfaction. With Daniel she felt like a partner but with Nathan she felt used, like he was taking her. She loved that feeling of being taken. Each thrust made her cry out, each gasp filled the room, and Mara surrendered completely to the sensation. She felt stretched, overwhelmed, ignited in ways that left her body trembling, skin slick, and her mind reeling. This was about physical fulfillment, the kind that came from size, from presence, from dominance and not from shared intimacy.
The difference was crystal clear in her mind, with Nathan she had orgasm after orgasm. Her body shook from their lovemaking and she was quite literally out of breath. She felt like she was about to pass out, her body reacted in ways that only Nathan could make her react. In stark contrast, she rarely comes with Daniel, maybe once a year, or twice.
Her mind was blank, happy, blissful, as she drove home. God she needed that, Mara thought as she returned home and slid quietly into the bedroom, hair tousled, clothes slightly damp from the encounter. Daniel was waiting, lying on his side, pretending to sleep yet palpably aware. His fingers brushed against her leg, and gently ran their way between her thighs and through the wetness of her pussy. They explored her body, tentative and curious.
“Did you?” he asked softly, voice thick with longing and restraint.
Mara’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Lick your finger and tell me,” she whispered, gently guiding his hand.
The taste hit him like electricity. His body shuddered, the confirmation both devastating and intoxicating. He felt like he wanted to cry, he could barely speak, caught between humiliation, desire, and an undeniable arousal that made him gasp softly against her skin. He had wanted her exclusively, desperately, yet he wanted her fully satisfied even more. And in that shuddering awareness, he felt one of the hardest erections of his life. Something about this, her control, her teasing, her command, her taking the initiative to get her sexual needs met outside their relationship worked for him in ways he could never have imagined.
Mara relished it. She reached around and felt his penis. I don’t think your little guy minds. She had learned how to balance the dynamic perfectly, teasing him just enough to feed his arousal, never cruelly but always powerfully.
During lovemaking, Mara sometimes whispered teasing phrases: “Put your little guy in me,” or “Can you make me feel him this time,” gentle prods that made Daniel squirm and thrust with desperation. She knew the boundaries, she knew exactly how far she could push him, and she loved watching him navigate the delicious tension between being teased and being consumed by desire.
One night, Mara came home late, hair messy, clothes slightly damp. Daniel’s eyes were open, already aware of what had happened. Daniel normally didn’t say anything but he said something this time. “Full again?” he murmured, voice low, knowing perfectly well the truth. He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth.
“Of course, love,” Mara replied, sultry and playful. “Will you come show me how much you love it.” She led him to the bedroom, guiding him with light touches and whispered instructions. “Come clean me,” she murmured, letting him taste and touch, feeding his need to process his arousal and torment. She always gave him just enough arousal, in small, bite-sized morsels, knowing he couldn’t handle too much at once, but enough to satisfy him without fully breaking him.
The teasing wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t about embarrassment for its own sake. It was a dance of Mara’s emotional power, Daniel’s submission and vulnerability, and the unspoken acknowledgment that another man had a role in her pleasure. She controlled the dynamic delicately, giving and withholding, feeding desire while maintaining her own freedom and a urgency for her own satisfaction. Going unfulfilled wasn’t an option, she needed it and Daniel wouldn’t rob her of that.
Their rhythm was precise: Mara’s intense physical encounters with Nathan, the emotional intimacy and love with Daniel, and the teasing, playful, subtle, game that left Daniel on the edge. Desire, love, lust, and devotion coexisted in perfect harmony, a carefully curated ecosystem of passion and control.
Mara knew exactly what she was doing. She pushed him just enough, teased him just enough, allowed him to indulge in the complicated, delicious mixture of desire, humiliation, and arousal that defined their dynamic. And he, for his part, needed it—the subtle teasing, the careful boundaries, the playful comments about his size, all feeding the arousal and erotic torment he secretly craved.
It was a rhythm that worked, a dynamic that was delicate yet intensely satisfying. Mara’s physical satisfaction, Daniel’s emotional connection and humiliation driven arousal, Nathan’s role as Mara’s source of primal pleasure. Mara’s safety and connection with Daniel made her ability to play and experience herself wholly with Nathan possible. Mara was fulfilled, Daniel was aroused, and Nathan didn’t mind his late night visitor when she came over. Nathan remained the quiet, commanding presence that allowed her to balance both extremes.
Daniel knew it was Nathan, of course. After all, there was no mistaking who Mara went to when she needed that kind of release but for a long time neither of them knew what to call him. Boyfriend felt too sentimental, ex-boyfriend too dismissive, and friend with benefits felt too casual and too diminishing for the intensity at which she needed his sexual energy. Eventually, though, they both settled on the word that seemed to fit best: bull. It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t apologetic—it was honest. Neither of them liked the word but there was no other that came to mind. Nathan was their bull, the man who gave Mara the fullness, the stretch, the raw satisfaction she craved. And Daniel, as much as it stung, knew he loved Mara enough to accept that they needed this role in their marriage.
In this dynamic that was sneaky but not secret, every encounter, every touch, every gasp reinforced the bond. Mara had control. Daniel had his place, and the teasing, indirect power dynamic thrilled them both. Love, lust, desire, inadequacy, and dominance coexisted perfectly. Each day, each night, each carefully orchestrated tease was a reminder that their marriage thrived not in spite of the tension, but because of it. God she wanted Nathan but she could never be with him. He didn’t engage her mentally, he was a bit of a egotistical jerk, which is why they only lasted a few months as a couple. She tried to pretend the emotional side was there far too long, it simply wasn’t but the physical side almost made up for it.
Could she compromise her emotional needs for her physical needs with Nathan? No, she couldn’t see a life in which she was back with Nathan.
Could she compromise her physical needs with Daniel, it was easier to make that sacrifice but ultimately she wanted it all. No, she decided some time ago that she wanted and needed both. She knew that she could not compromise either her emotional or physical needs.
A delicate balance of two men, expressly chosen for the raw purpose they could perfectly meet for her needs. The hardest part is coming to terms with what she needed after only being with Daniel for only a few months but once she knew, her solution couldn’t be simpler. She loved Daniel but Nathan was the sexual chemistry that she never found with him. Daniel was the emotional chemistry and love that never showed its face with Nathan. Love and connection in their purest form from two different men.
He’s not my bull, he is our bull, Mara thought to herself.
We both need this for our marriage.
The End
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