“Bescherung für den Bullen meiner Frau”
I’m sprawled out on the couch, my head resting on the soft cushion, my body barely covered by the red and white trimmed Santa outfit. The black corset hugs my curves, and the matching red lace underwear teases just below the hem of my skirt. My husband’s friend, the one he calls his ‘bull,’ is lying on top of me, his gray sweatshirt barely concealing his muscular frame. His jeans are unbuttoned, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. The room is dimly lit, casting a warm glow over our entwined forms. I can hear the soft rustle of fabric as he shifts, his weight pressing down on me, and I can’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation.
Santa’s Secret Delight
The couch beneath us is plush and inviting, a perfect stage for our forbidden encounter. I can feel the rough texture of the upholstery against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the smoothness of his sweatshirt. His hands are exploring, tracing the curves of my body, and I arch into his touch, inviting more. The room is filled with the sound of our breathing, heavy and expectant. I can smell the faint scent of his cologne, mingling with the sweet aroma of the Christmas tree in the corner. It’s a heady mix, one that heightens every sensation.I remember the first time my husband suggested this, his voice low and husky with desire. ‘Let the bull have a taste of what’s his,’ he’d said, his eyes dark with lust. And here I am, fulfilling his fantasy, my own desires intertwined with his. The bull’s hands are now under my skirt, his fingers teasing the edge of my lace underwear. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck, his lips brushing against my skin. It’s a dance of sorts, a delicate balance of power and submission. I’m the hotwife, the one who holds the key to their desires, and I’m reveling in it.As the bull’s hands roam, I can feel the tension building, the anticipation of what’s to come. The couch creaks softly under our weight, a gentle reminder of the reality of our situation. I’m caught in a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, my body responding to his touch, my mind lost in the thrill of the forbidden. It’s a night of secrets and desires, a night where I am both the giver and the receiver, the one who holds the power and the one who surrenders to it. And as the bull’s lips find mine, I know that this is just the beginning of a night filled with Santa’s naughty delights.
Betrayal in the Shadows: A Hotwife’s Night of Submission
The memory of his hands on me, guiding me, controlling me, is seared into my mind. I remember the weight of his body, the scent of his cologne, and the way his voice commanded me to obey. It’s a night I can’t forget, a night that changed everything. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows … Continue reading Betrayal in the Shadows: A Hotwife’s Night of Submission
I wake up to the sound of the shower running, the steam creeping under the bathroom door. My heart races as I remember last night’s promise. She’s in there, preparing herself for the strangers who will soon fill her. I can almost hear the water cascading over her curves, her hands soaping every inch of … Continue reading Forbidden Desire: The Cuckold’s Mirror Reflection
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The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. I knelt on the floor, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before me. My wife, her curves accentuated by the soft glow, was on her knees, her lips wrapped around the thick, dark cock of the bull. The contrast of her pale skin against … Continue reading My Husband’s Surprise: A Night With a Bull
I stare at the photo, my heart racing. She’s so fucking gorgeous, my babysitter, with her long hair cascading down her shoulders and that green top hugging her curves. The way she’s smiling, it’s like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I can almost feel her breath on my neck, her lips brushing … Continue reading Forbidden Desire: The Babysitter’s Invitation
Night Encounter on the Balcony: A Cuckold’s Torment
I stand there, my heart pounding, as I watch her from the shadows. The night air is cool, but my skin is hot with a mix of anger and desire. She’s there, my wife, the woman I love, but tonight, she’s something else. She’s a slut, a horny slut, and she’s flaunting it. The text … Continue reading Night Encounter on the Balcony: A Cuckold’s Torment
I remember the first time I saw her like this, her big, milky melons spilling out of that blue floral top. It was a sight that made my cock twitch and my heart race. She was sitting there, arms crossed, hands resting on her shoulders, a picture of casual defiance. The room was dimly lit, … Continue reading Forbidden Desire: Her Milky Melons on Display
I stand there, watching as my wife kneels before another man, her body barely covered by a scrap of lingerie. The room is warm, the lighting soft, casting a golden glow over her exposed thighs. Her voice is steady as she promises to do anything he desires, her words echoing in my mind. ‘Of course … Continue reading A Cuckold’s Night of Submission
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