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Honestly, condoms are just a hassle. My husband and I have an arrangement with my bull, and part of what makes it so thrilling is the intimacy of skin-on-skin contact. We don't use condoms. We make sure he gets tested regularly, which takes away the worry and lets us focus on the real pleasure. It’s not that condoms ruin sex for me, but bareback adds a whole other layer to our dynamic. It feels more raw, more real. There's something incredibly taboo and powerful about letting another man finish inside me. Then later, when my husband is with me, he can feel what was left behind. That shared experience, that connection through his cum, does something intense for both of us. After my bull has had his fill and left his mark inside me, it's my husband's turn. He gets to slide into a warm, used pussy, feeling the slickness that another man created. It’s about ownership in a strange way. My bull owns the moment, he claims me with his cock and his cum. But then my husband reclaims me. He pushes through that mess, adding his own load to the mix. That’s our ritual. A condom would ruin that. It would put a wall between us, literally and figuratively. He needs to feel what was done to me, to taste it on me later, to be reminded of it for hours afterward. That’s the real thrill for him.