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Bull gives Cuck the horns

People don’t understand how a cuckold’s brain works. People message me all the time telling me that I need to “get out of this” or that they feel so bad for me. This lifestyle isn’t for everyone but for guys like me I am extremely lucky to have the life I have. I wouldn’t change anything. I want to take a minute to break from the story of our origins to show more of our modern dynamic.

After we had been married for a couple of years we really decided to find one bull that satisfied our needs. We knew we wanted someone that could be strict on both of us and dominant toward me. We had several experiences with prospective bulls before this and we never felt comfortable with them. The search took awhile.

Then one day we were on the Whisper app and I posted something (like I’d done several times) about wanting to find a bull for us. We got several messages but Lindsey was drawn to one in particular. Just the way he talked. Confident, not over the top, and not thuggish in any way. We talked to him for a couple of days on there before exchanging names and face pics. When I saw his body I knew she would want him.

She looked at me and said, “Baby, he seems like he could be pretty good for us.” He was tall, athletic, really good looking, and of course had a long, thick cock. Race had never been a big deal to her either way (she claims) but he was a black man.

We finally decided to meet him for dinner and drinks. The point of this post is not to highlight this one night so I’ll summarize. We hit it off. Big time. They flirted in front of me and I got the angst of the waitress looking at me very strangely. Our conversation was very direct and he asked what we wanted in a bull. He said it sounded fantastic and he would be happy to oblige. He was well spoken and well dressed. Had a great job. He was even nice to me. He asked me directly how I wanted to be dominated and I shriveled up. How do you answer that? I didn’t know what to say and Lindsey laughed and said, “I think that’s just something that will come naturally...” she playfully hit my arm.

By this point I was accustomed to chastity play and he said if he was “our” bull for real that he would require me be in it. Lindsey was very quick to nod and said, “Of course!” After a few drinks they were flirting heavily and we ended up going back to our place. She gave him an incredible blow job for twenty minutes and he finished in her mouth. He then shook my hand and told us to let him know.

We talked that night and she was 100% sold. So was I. We texted him the next day and said we wanted him to be our bull. It felt like a business transaction. He came over that night again and we talked about it. I remember him saying, “There’s a safe word, yes, but you said you want a strict and dominant bull. I expect you to honor that.” I nodded to him. He said, “From now on, its yes sir. Now give me the keys to your chastity cage.” I looked at Lindsey and she smiled at me. She walked to the bedroom and walked back carrying her necklace with the key and the spare. She handed them to him and he put them on the table.

He leaned back and said, “How long since you last came?” “Three days, sir.” He gave a chuckle and said, “Three days?! What’s the point of chastity for three days?” My wife and I didn’t say anything. She then reached out and was rubbing my shoulder. I looked at her and she winked. For some reason the wink sent shivers down my spine. He then said, “What would you give to have your cage off right now and be able to cum?” I didn’t know what to say and said, “I’d love to cum, sir. If you’d let me.” Lindsey chuckled a little out of approval of me accepting his role.

“We’re going to revisit that question in a month, now stand up and show me your cage.” I did as I was told as he scooped the keys off of the table and finagled the spare onto his car key ring. I unzipped my pants and pulled out the steel birdcage chastity cage I had surrounding my sad looking little genitals. He motioned for me to come closer and I stood right in front of him. He then tested both keys but never took the lock off. He made sure it was closed and then looked at me in the eyes while he still held the lock and said, “These are the only two keys?” I said yes sir and he shook the lock a little violently and said, “If I find out you’re lying there will be consequences.” I basically shined out, “I promise those are the only keys, sir.” I probably sounded like such a little bitch.

He told me to take off my pants completely, leaving me in just my button down shirt, and then said, “go to my bag.” As I walked over to his briefcase/shoulder bag thing he said, “Center pocket, manilla folder.” I pulled out the folder and opened it to find medical paperwork. “As your wife and I discussed... clean bill of health.” I looked back and she was biting her lip and staring at him. She then moved straight on over to the couch and sat next to him with her legs across his. Her short skirt was coming up and his hands had already ventured up to her ass.

I examined the paperwork and it was dated two days ago and showed that he was STD free. I hadn’t talked to him or her about that but knew she hated condoms. She wanted him raw, she was on the pill, so it was going to happen. I walked back over to them with my lock clinking on the cage loudly. She laughed and said, “It’s like your very own little bell collar.” He chuckled and said, “Take your shirt off too. Until further notice, when I’m here, you’re in just the cage.” I did as I was told and lost my shirt.

I sat down completely naked and both of them staring at me. I felt more exposed and humiliated than I had in quite awhile. “Baby,” my wife said forcefully, “where are your manners? Get us a drink.” I hopped up and Cage clinking went to the kitchen. I asked what they wanted, prepared his drink and brought her the beer she asked for. They started making out and I could tell that she was drenched. Just because I knew her so well at this point.

“Go get the bedroom ready for us, cuck. This is a big night. The first night your bull is fucking your wife.” I guessed I’d better make it romantic so I put on some low light and lit some candles. When I came back in they were making out harder and I saw him fingering her. “The bedroom ready?” he looked over her shoulder at me. “Yes, sir,” I said. He stood up and picked her up while he did that and carried her into our bedroom. I had the comforter and sheet pulled back and he laid her down gently while still making out.

He then stood up and shed his clothes. He looked like a Greek god. A massive erection at least 8.5” long and thick. My wife frantically took off her shirt and bra but didn’t have time to even get the skirt off before he was on her making out again. He ran his finger through her pussy and said, “Fuck, you’re dripping.” She laughed pretty hard and didn’t say anything. I saw her hand grab his cock and pull it to lineup with her pussy. She stared at me over his shoulder (I could barely tell in this light) as he plunged his cock into her. She let out a huge moan and he started fucking her slowly. I heard them whispering to each other as I stood there and then I heard her voice, “Hey baby? Why don’t you go turn on the game and relax? We’ll be awhile.” I just stood there and then he said, “She wasn’t asking, Cuck.”

I turned to walk out with my erection trying to burst through my steel cage. “Close the door,” I heard him say. I walked out and closed the door as I made my way just down the hall to the living room. I sat down and turned the game on. I didn’t have the volume super loud but I could hear her moaning over everything. It went on for what seemed like hours. I don’t know how long it was but I know I wasn’t giving a shit about the football game. I heard her patented screams that come with her exploding in orgasms three times. Finally I heard him grunting and then a lot of screaming... followed by some “holy shit that was amazing” laughter and then silence.

A few minutes went by and the door opened. My phenomenal, gorgeous, and naked wife walked down the hallway with a quick pace, swaying those hips beautifully. She was a complete mess and as she walked by to get to the kitchen she said, “Hey babe!” like she’d almost been surprised to see me there. I heard her drinking water in the kitchen and then walk back to the bedroom carrying two glasses. She stopped right next to my chair and I could see her entire body glistening with sweat and smelling like pure sex. “Who is winning?” I was staring at her and said, “I don’t know.”

She laughed a sweet laugh and said, “Something a little distracting?!” She stretched her arms out and held the glasses of water to her side and moved her body in a funny, “here it is” kind of way. I realized that some of her hair was matted to her face because she was so sweaty. I had never seen her like this. She bent down and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I was hit with the overwhelming scent of his cum and was so intrigued. I wanted to know what all had happened. She stayed only a few inches from my face and said, “I love you. Be good out here.” I said, “I love you too,” as she disappeared down the hallway.

I didn’t even need to check but I looked down and saw the flesh of my dick sticking through the holes everywhere it could. I sat there and listened to rounds 2 and 3 over the next couple of hours and strained almost the entire time. I knew I was in my heaven. I knew I’d go through hell. And I was so excited.

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Never Say Never to Being a Hotwife - this is what changed my mind!

As the expression goes: ‘never say never’. I would certainly have said ‘never’ if anyone had asked me a year ago if would ever become a hot wife for my own pleasure and willingly fuck men other than my husband to fulfil his voyeuristic fantasies.  

In most ways we are just like any young married couple. I was twenty-six when we married and Alan was twenty-eight, so we had both had partners and relationships before we met. I had four long-term boyfriends since I lost my virginity at seventeen and three sex ‘flings’ including a really hot one night stand with a Dutch guy whose name I never asked! Alan had a few more conquests and I had known three of his former girlfriends - it was one who introduced us.  

Like most couples we occasionally talked about our ex lovers and John always seemed fascinated to hear about mine. He especially liked me to tell him about my one-night stand and he said he was lucky to be married to a sex vixen as he called me. It did seem to turn him on and sometimes he wanted me to pretend he was a stranger. That always led to some hot and crazy sex.  

Unlike Alan, who never seemed to mind my previous sexual activity, I was always a bit jealous of one of his ex-girlfriends, Monica, who I had known through work. She was the most stunning tall leggy blonde imaginable and she had done some modelling. She looked like every man’s fantasy, with awesome firm large tits, a tiny waste and a pert rounded bum that she could wiggle with a hip swinging sexy walk. Her face was cute and her mouth seemed to hold a permanent sexy pout with full lips always just open enough to suggest they would accept a cock at any moment.  

I would quiz Alan about her and I was always surprised that he insisted she was lousy in bed despite looking so hot. One day I bumped into her at a local caf? and all my jealousy came rushing back. Compared to her I felt frumpy and plain, so that night in bed I couldn’t help myself asking Alan about her all over again. This time, I just kept asking more and more questions until Alan revealed a few details I had never heard before.  

“Yes, I admit she has an amazing body”, he conceded, “But she would just lay there admiring herself in the mirror while we fucked - she barely reacted to me. She is such a narcissist; she only cares about how she looks. Sometimes, I really wondered if it mattered to her that I was doing it to her!”  

“She had a mirror just to watch herself?” I asked.  

“Her closets had full length mirror doors, there was another huge mirror which covered almost the whole of a wall and a mirror above the bed-head. She could watch herself from all angles”, explained Alan. “It was like having a porno movie going on all sides, except she wasn’t watching it for the sex, just to see how good she looked as the star of the show. She would adjust her hair or change position and even comment that she looked better at a certain angle”.  

“Did you like watching yourself too - after all you can be pretty vain!” I teased.  

“A bit. But not the way you think”, Alan hesitated and I could tell he was deciding how much to reveal, so I gently ran my fingers across his chest, trying to appear nonchalant.  

“In what way then?” I asked eventually.  

“I liked watching her being fucked. I was kind of being a voyeur”.  

“How so?” I asked, not really understanding.  

“Well it was a bit like watching a porno. I could imagine that I was watching any man fucking her - not necessarily me. That was the part I enjoyed. I could make up any fantasy I wanted about the scene in front of me. In the end, that became the only turn on. If there hadn’t been any mirrors, I would have grown bored of sex with Monica very quickly”, explained Alan.  

Now I was intrigued. This was revealing more about Alan than I expected.  

“So why did you break up with her?” I had never asked that question before.  

“It was the other way round. She broke up with me. It was because of the mirrors and my fantasies. She didn’t like them”.  

“Because it wasn’t about her?”  

“No because it WAS about her. I told her that I liked to imagine I was watching other men fucking her. Then I asked her if she would do it for real while I watched and she ended the relationship after a big argument”.  

“You wanted to watch her fuck other men?” I asked, completely shocked.  

“Yes. I really did”.  

It took me a few moments to process this information and the next obvious question came to mind.  

“Have you ever wanted to watch me fuck other men?”  

Alan was quiet and sheepish. He had a guilt look on his face, so I already knew what the answer would be. I reassured him that I would be OK if the answer was yes.  

“Yes”, he finally confessed, begging me not to be furious with him.  

“I’m not angry”, I explained, “just a bit surprised and confused. I’m not quite sure where to go from here. But at last I understand why you like me to tell you about my fuck with the Dutchman. I often wondered why it made you so horny”.  

“I’m sorry Susan. I didn’t want to lose you or make you angry. I love you so much and I didn’t want you to leave me like Monica. I’ve had to keep my fantasy a secret. Please forgive me”.  

Alan seemed so worried and sincere. Really, I couldn’t see how he had done anything wrong except keep a secret.  

“I’m really not angry darling. It’s only a fantasy, so I’m not upset”.  

Alan took me in his arms and we kissed tenderly, relishing the intimacy of our newfound understanding. I realized I would need to find a way to accommodate Alan’s fantasies in our relationship.  

“I don’t think I could fuck other men for you Alan but if you like to fantasize about it, that’s OK. And if you like we can have mirrors in the bedroom. That way I get really nice brand new closets and you can come out of the closet with your dirty mind!”  

“I love you Susan. Thank you for understanding”.  

Alan started to cover me in kisses and I could feel him becoming aroused. I was getting pretty hot too wondering if we made love now, what dirty thoughts would be passing through Alan’s mind.  

“Would you like to imagine me with someone else now?” I asked, my hand caressing his hardening cock.  

“Yes I would! Can you imagine it with me?”  

“Yes darling - but I have to warn you, he is very handsome and big. He’s Dutch and I don’t even know his name!” With those words, Alan’s cock sprang to attention and he started to caress my pussy with his expert fingers. My mind began to wander back to my Dutchman and my orgasm came quickly.  

Soon Alan entered me and began to thrust powerfully into me.  

“Are you imagining fucking your Dutchman?” asked Alan.  

“Oh yes!” I moaned, “He is fucking me so well!”  

“Good! I like to watch him fucking you Susan!”  

I could see the lust in Alan’s eyes. He was so happy to be talking about his fantasy. I knew just how to tip him over the edge. I pulled his head down close to my face and whispered in his ear.  

“I’ve never told you this my darling. My Dutchman had the biggest cock I have ever had. It was so massive that it was almost painful! I just couldn’t get enough of his big cock inside me. Fuck me hard so I can imagine his beautiful cock inside me!”  

Alan gasped a few times and came instantly, moaning repeatedly as he pumped his hot seed into me.  

“Oh yes, fuck his huge cock! I want you to fuck his huge cock for me!”  

Alan collapsed next to me and looked lovingly into my eyes.  

“Thank you for understanding, Susan”.  

“I don’t fully understand”, I answered, “But I can’t see much harm in your fantasies. Especially if I get some nice new closets with full length mirrors!”  

We laughed and cuddled and went to sleep happy in each other’s arms.  

Little did I know where this new road would take us!  

CHAPTER TWO  

I’m not innocent and I’m not na?ve but somehow I never thought that putting the mirrors in the bedroom would lead to any more than just fantasy play with Alan.  

Once the new closets were in and Alan put another mirror above the bed we started to fuck much more often. We had only been married three years, however we were back to sex almost every night and sometimes more, just like newlyweds.  

Steadily the bedroom talk began to escalate. Alan would describe what he was imagining in great detail and I began to look forward to fucking the strangers in his mind. I watched in the mirror as he pretended I was fucking a banker, delivery men, a colleague from work called Doug who I reckon is super hot and all manner of other men. Gradually I began to like watching myself being fucked and we tried all sorts of positions so I could watch his cock from the best angle.  

One evening, when I came home from work I was feeling particularly horny. Alan was in the lounge and I called in to him from the doorway.  

“Hi darling, just letting you know that I have brought home a hot guy called Tom. I’m going upstairs to let him fuck me. You can come up and watch if you like”  

With that I ran upstairs and stripped off and just lay on the bed waiting. Alan was up soon and we had the hottest fuck imaginable. I called Alan 'Tom’ which made the fantasy even better. This was the first time that I really 'lived’ the fantasy and I realized that I could now go though with it. I was ready to fuck another man.  

Lying in bed afterwards I told Alan.  

“I’m ready darling. I could do it. I could fuck another man if you really want me to!”  

“OMG! You would? You mean it?”  

“Yes lover. I want to. It’s time to do it for real”.  

Alan was so excited. We discussed all the possibilities and started to hatch our plans. It was fun doing this with my husband - because we were doing it together. Somehow it seemed so natural and loving. The most important thing was to have Alan watch me fuck the other man and for me to watch it in our mirrors.  

We were worried that it might be hard to find another man who would be happy to fuck me in front of Alan, so Alan suggested that we fill the empty wall with a full size two way mirror and Alan could sit in the spare room next to our master bedroom and watch all the action. He could even film it secretly from there.  

In a couple of weeks we were ready and Alan had tried out filming me masturbating from the other side of the mirror. Everything worked perfectly and I enjoyed exhibiting myself to my dirty husband, knowing he was jerking off too!  

The next problem was finding a suitable first candidate. We thought about me going out and seducing total strangers. In the end we decided that I should go for Doug, my co-worker who I had always fancied. He was married but I was sure I could persuade him to have a little on the side!  

I started to dress sexier at work and find excuses to visit Doug in his department. On Friday of the first week, Doug invited me for a drink after work so I knew I had his interest. We went to a quiet bar and sat in a booth away from prying eyes. After a couple of drinks I was relaxed and started to flirt with Doug, touching him on the arm, getting real close and looking deep into his eyes.  Our conversation became more intimate and we confessed we were attracted to each other. The sexual tension was amazing.  

“Do you think we should be doing this?” asked Doug, “After all we are both married”.  

“Doing what?” I replied, with a coy smile, “I don’t think we have done anything wrong yet except have a drink and talk a little?”  

I sat back slightly and fixed my gaze into Doug’s eyes and continued.  

“But if we did this”, I said, putting my arm around his neck and pulling him towards me until our mouths met in an open sexy kiss, “then I suppose that would be wrong?”  

“Probably!” smiled Doug and we started to make out. I was shaking with lust. We caressed each other, Doug cupping my breast and me feeling the sizable bulge in his pants.  

Between the erotic kissing Doug told me we should probably stop and he got cold feet, saying he should go home to his wife. I didn’t push him because I knew I would be able to get into his pants the next time around. I felt like such a scheming slut and I loved it!  

“I just want you to know that my pussy is wet for you”, I said, giving him a final kiss as we parted in the car park. “Why don’t we have lunch next week and you can tell me what you would like to do about it!”  

I smiled at Doug’s helpless lustful look as I turned and got into my car. Then I rushed home to Alan to tell him what I had done. Alan was so excited when I told him about Doug that we fucked twice on the lounge! The whole weekend we just talked about seducing Doug and spent hours fucking in front of the mirror trying to imagine Doug was fucking me.  

On Monday, I passed by Doug’s desk late in the afternoon, on some business pretence; making out there was some project going on between our departments.  

“When are we going to get together to go deeper into this subject?” I asked him.  

Doug was obviously trying not to smirk and he answered very earnestly, checking his calendar.  

“I can make any time from lunch onwards on Wednesday. I’m free pretty well all afternoon”, he announced in a business-like tone.  

“That suits me fine”, I said nonchalantly. “I can make sure I have nothing on and it doesn’t matter if we take all afternoon to get to the bottom of it!”  

“OK”, said Doug, hardly daring to look me in the eye. “I will send you a calendar invite. Why don’t we have lunch first and then we discuss how we want to go about it before we get into the detail”.  

“That sounds like a plan,” I smirked. “I will make sure we get a room”. Then I headed back to my desk and called Alan immediately to tell him it was on for Wednesday afternoon, so he could arrange to be home to watch. While we were chatting, the Outlook invite arrived titled “Exploration of Un-penetrated Areas”. Alan and I had a good laugh and I sent Doug back a cheeky little email.  

Thanks for agreeing to take a deep dive into new areas of opportunity with me. I have a feeling that we will find out how much we can both contribute and get a great outcome.  

Wednesday lunchtime just couldn’t come soon enough and I met Doug at a nice restaurant less than ten minutes from my house. We had a light lunch and shared a bottle of wine. I explained I was only doing this for casual sex and bit of variety - I wasn’t looking for an affair and I had never been unfaithful to my husband before. We talked about sex and held hands. When nobody was looking he leaned over and we kissed. I told him that it was OK to go to my house because my husband would not be home until well after seven o'clock. Just to make Doug comfortable, I sent Alan a text with our pre-agreed coded message.  

Do you want me to fix dinner tonight?  

No thanks; I may be a bit late. I will be locked away until seven at the earliest. Why don’t you go ahead and I will look after myself.  

I showed Doug the reply and we were all set.  

“I hope you are going to like my bedroom. I have lots of mirrors because I like to watch myself being fucked. I hope you don’t mind?”  

Doug liked the idea and said he had always wanted to have a mirror so he could see the bed.  

It was a little after two thirty when I entered our bedroom with Doug. I smiled at the full wall mirror knowing Alan would be the other side of the mirror watching me.  

Doug and I stood at the end of the bed kissing and slowly undressing each other. I wanted this to last for my own pleasure and to give Alan a great show. Eventually I released Doug’s rock-hard cock and I got Doug completely naked while I still had my sexy underwear on. I had just let my skirt slip to the floor and I kept on my high heel pumps and kicked it away. I wanted to look like the slut I was about to be.  

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Doug towards me so I could suck his cock. It was about the same size as Alan’s, perhaps a little ticker and glistening on the tip with pre-come, which I licked off before taking the head into my mouth and lovingly sucking it. Alan would have the perfect view and I wondered if he was already jacking himself off watching.  

The sensation of exploring a new man was really turning me on. Everything was a thrill. His smell, the different way the hair surrounded his cock, the weight of his balls as I cupped them in my hand, the way his cock responded to my sucking and as I teased his cockhead with my teeth. All my senses were heightened and I was heady with lust. This new cock was my sex toy and I intended to play with it for my own total satisfaction! I looked up at Doug and our eyes met. He was completely at my mercy!  

My pussy was burning hot so I released Doug’s cock and fell back on the bed.  

“I’ve got the perfect place for that nice cock!” I said, pulling the gusset of my panties to one side to reveal a dripping love hole.  

Doug immediately dropped to his knees between my legs, placing his tip between my labia lips and massaging my juices over my clit. Wow, that felt good!  

After some teasing, Doug pulled away a little and dropped his mouth onto my mound, expertly pulling my clit between his lips. He was good at this and in no time I could feel my orgasm building. With Doug busy between my legs, I could safely turn to the mirror to watch the porno-like scene. I knew I was looking directly at Alan and I mouthed 'I love you’ and gave him a big smile and a wink. As I watched myself with another man sucking my pussy, I was thankful that my husband was such a dirty-minded bastard! Maybe it was being an exhibitionist that really turned me on, but at that moment I had a mind shattering and belly wrenching orgasm. I just screamed out, holding Doug’s face to my pussy as I convulsed with pleasure.  

Doug didn’t give me much time to recover and he was quickly on top of me. He didn’t even attempt to pull off my panties, again pulling the gusset to one side to position his cock perfectly at my hole. With a firm powerful thrust he was in me and it felt SO GOOD!  

Doug knew how to use his cock and I wrapped my legs around him as we found a beautiful fucking rhythm. Doug was also looking over to the big mirror. We were both looking towards Alan and it was a great scene! We looked great. I still had my stockings and shoes on. I looked like a total whore and I loved it. I was putting on a show for Alan and myself and I hoped he was getting it all on video.  

“You look so fucking sexy,” Doug called out, his eyes fixed on the mirror.  

“WE look fucking sexy,” I replied, “It’s so hot watching a different man between my legs! You are the first man apart from my husband to do me in front of the mirror. I want to try lots of positions so I can watch you fuck me!”  

“You are a such a dirty slut!”  

“I hope so! That’s what I want to be!”  

Doug withdrew and I slipped off my shoes, panties and bra, repositioning myself on all fours for a doggie fuck. I watched our new position, seeing his juice glistening cock as he re-entered me from behind. I was in heaven as he pushed his full length into me and I had to struggle to keep my eyes open as the first waves of pleasure started to hit me. Each thrust sent a shock wave through my body and my bum and tits jiggled with his rhythm. After a while I slumped my head onto the bed and let his heavy balls slapping against my clit bring me to a beautiful orgasm. Shortly afterwards, Doug grabbed my thighs and increased his pace. I kept smiling at the mirror, knowing that Alan was going to see another man unload his sperm into his wife’s willing pussy. Doug let out a huge groan and I felt his hot come flood into my womb.  

I wasn’t done yet and I got Doug to lie on the bed so I could lovingly clean his cock with my mouth. Every now and then I watched myself and hoped Alan was enjoying it too. Slowly Doug began to get hard again and when he was fully stiff I straddled him for another a hot fuck, grinding my clit onto his pubic bone and coming another three times before he shot a second load deep inside me.  

I fell forwards onto Doug’s chest and we kissed and cuddled in the afterglow. He kept telling me how sexy I am and what a hot fuck I was. He really enjoyed the mirror too and I said we could probably do it again one day as long as he didn’t get all clingy and think I wanted an affair. Doug joked that he had always wanted to be a 'fuck toy’ and would be available if ever I wanted to 'use’ him. If only he knew how much he had just been used!  

I slipped on a robe, let Doug out of the house and went upstairs again to find Alan waiting for me in bed. His cock was completely rigid and I slipped into bed beside him taking it in my hand.  

“So I take it you enjoyed watching me with Doug?”  

“Oh yes, darling! It was fucking amazing - literally! You were so hot to watch”  

“I really got off putting on a good show, knowing you were there watching us!”  

“Do you want to see some of it again? I got some good video and photos”  

Of course I did. We connected the video camera to our bedroom TV and spent the next few hours watching me fucking Doug again and again, choosing our favourite moments. Alan took me from behind so we could watch together and he timed his comes to match Doug on the video. We watched the video dozens of times over the next few weeks and I decided lots of ways to improve my performance and other things I wanted to try.  

And so that is how I became a hot wife. Alan and I are totally into our new life now. We have made improvements like adding tiny microphones in the bedroom so Alan can listen to the action and we can get good quality sound on the videos he makes.  

I have had a total of nine men now including Doug who has returned a few times. I have convinced Doug that I love to watch me sucking his cock close up and I blow him kneeling down as he sits in a chair we have placed just a few feet away from the mirror. This is one of Alan’s favourites too, especially if I can get a couple of squirts of come on my face, although I am usually too greedy and like to drink the whole load of come.  

I once managed to bring home two strangers in one day. There was an industry trade exhibition in town for a few days and I brought home one guy in the afternoon and a different one home that night. Alan fucked me between the two sessions and then again afterwards. I was sore, tired and completely satisfied that night!  

My number seven fuck is also one of Alan’s favourites. He had an enormous cock, possibly even bigger than my Dutchman. I knew it would really turn Alan on so I sucked it a lot and talked dirty about loving big cocks. I even told the guy it was the biggest I had ever had and begged him to fuck me as hard as he could. He did me three times in the end and I came dozens of times on that glorious monster cock.  

After my fucking sessions, Alan videos my pussy full of my lovers’ come and I talk dirty for the camera about my conquests. Alan is also getting into eating other men’s come out of my messy used pussy. We even video me squatting over his face and pushing out another man’s come into his willing mouth. Sometimes we video Alan sticking his cock into my come soaked cunt and he talks about how hot it is to be enjoying sloppy seconds. Alan then edits all these things to the end of each video so we have a complete record.  

The next challenge is to have two men fuck me at once. So far we haven’t had the chance to do that. I am thinking of asking Doug if he would have a threesome with Alan. All I know is there is plenty of excitement still to come and lots of sexy videos to watch in between.  

So my advice to would-be hot wives is simple. Find out about your husband’s fantasies and find a way to join in. If you do it together it adds a lot of fun and spice to your life. Go on - I dare you!  

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