My Wife's Threesome: A Cuckold's Humiliation

I looked over at my husband and I think he was going to enjoy this even more than me. His eyes were wide with anticipation as he watched the bull enter the room. I could feel the excitement building in me, knowing that I was about to be shared with another man. The bull’s hands were rough as they explored my body, and I could feel my husband’s gaze burning into me. I was his hotwife, and I was going to give him a show he wouldn’t forget. The bull’s cock was thick and hard, and I could feel it pressing against me as he whispered dirty promises in my ear. I was his for the taking, and I was going to enjoy every second of it. My husband’s breath was ragged as he watched, and I knew he was imagining himself in the bull’s place. I was his slut, and I was going to be fucked like one. The bull’s hands were all over me, and I could feel his cock throbbing against my thigh. I was ready to be filled, to be used, and to be shared. I was his hotwife, and I was going to give him a night he would never forget.