My Boss’s Bull Fucks Me While I’m Dressed Up: A Hotwife’s Confession

I’m sitting here, the mirror reflecting her image, her smile a mix of mischief and invitation. She’s leaning against the sink, her blue strapless dress hugging her curves. The bathroom’s bright lights cast a stark contrast, highlighting every detail. And there she is, in the mirror, her back to me, but her presence commanding the room. The striped wall pattern adds a touch of chaos, mirroring the turmoil in my mind.

Her Invitation: A Silent Command

The text on the mirror reads, ‘Don’t be shy… Show me how you Jack off…’ Her words, her command, echoing in my mind. It’s a challenge, a test of my devotion. She knows I’m watching, knows I can’t resist. The countertop she sits on is a stage, and I’m her captive audience. Her reflection, her smile, it’s all part of the performance. She’s the star, and I’m the willing participant in her show. The bathroom, usually a place of routine, is now a theater of desire. The sink, the mirror, the striped walls, they’re all props in her scene. She’s the director, and I’m the actor, playing my part. Her invitation, her command, it’s a dance, a ballet of power and submission. And I’m lost in the rhythm, lost in her reflection. As I sit here, watching, waiting, I’m reminded of why I’m here. It’s not just about the act, but the dynamic, the power play. She’s the boss, the bull, and I’m the cuckold, her willing servant. Her reflection, her smile, her command, it’s all part of the game. And I’m playing, eagerly, willingly, lost in her world.