Sucking Cock for My Husband’s Bull: A Hotwife’s Night Out

The hotel room door is locked, and the sign reads ‘In a happy place.’ It’s a simple phrase, but it carries a world of meaning. I’m standing here, dressed in a white off-the-shoulder dress, a glass in my hand, and a purse slung over my shoulder. The carpet beneath my feet is soft, muffling the sound of my heels. I’m not just waiting; I’m anticipating. My husband’s instructions are clear, and I’m ready to fulfill them. The room is dimly lit, casting a warm glow over everything. It’s not just a room; it’s a stage set for a performance I’m about to give.

When the Bull Arrives

And there’s a certain thrill in the unknown. Who will walk through that door? What will he expect? The text overlay at the bottom of the image says it all: ‘What’s so hard to understand? I’m my husband’s fucktoy and he likes to loan me out. Now pull out your cock because he expects me to be sucking it when he walks in.’ It’s a bold statement, but it’s the truth. I’m not just a wife; I’m a hotwife, and this is my role. The glass in my hand is a prop, a way to keep my nerves at bay. But the real anticipation comes from the thought of the bull’s arrival. It’s a dance, a power play, and I’m the center of it all. The room is quiet, but my mind is racing with possibilities. This is more than just a date night; it’s a night of submission and excitement.