He Watches as I Satisfy the Bull to Keep Our Lights On

I’m standing here, my heart pounding, as I stare at the reflection of my long blonde hair in the dimly lit room. The black strapless top clings to my skin, barely covering my shoulders and chest. I can feel the weight of his gaze, my cuckold husband, as he waits in the shadows. ‘Now you wait there while I fuck him, we have to pay the rent,’ I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. The money symbols flash in my mind, a constant reminder of our desperate situation. I turn to face the camera, my expression neutral, but my thoughts are racing. This is what it’s come to—selling my body to keep the lights on. It’s degrading, but the thrill of power is intoxicating. I’m the one in control, the hotwife who can satisfy any man, even this bull. And as I step closer to him, I can already feel the tension building, the anticipation of what’s to come. This is our reality, and I’m the one who has to live with it.

Bedroom Power Play: The Hotwife’s Command

The room is silent except for the soft hum of the heater. I can see the reflection of my husband’s face in the mirror, a mix of humiliation and desire. He knows his place, and so do I. I’m the one who holds the power, the one who can make or break this situation. As I approach the bull, I can feel the heat radiating from his body. He’s ready, eager, and I’m the one who will satisfy him. I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear, whispering, ‘You’re gonna fuck me good, aren’t you?’ His response is a low growl, a promise of what’s to come. I turn back to the mirror, my eyes locking with my husband’s. ‘Watch closely,’ I command, my voice laced with authority. ‘This is how a real man fucks a woman.’ And with that, I turn my back on him, focusing solely on the task at hand. The bull’s hands are on my hips, pulling me close, and I can feel the hardness pressing against me. This is my power, my control, and I’m gonna use it to keep our lights on.The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together, the bull’s grunts and my soft moans. I can feel the pleasure building, the tension in my muscles as I ride him hard. This is what I do, what I’m good at. Satisfying men, using my body to get what I want. And right now, what I want is to keep our rent paid. The bull’s hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts deeper. I can feel the orgasm building, the wave of pleasure that’s gonna crash over me. And as it does, I throw my head back, a scream of ecstasy escaping my lips. The bull’s release follows soon after, his body shuddering against mine. I collapse forward, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. This is what it takes, what I have to do. And as I stand up, straightening my top, I know that I’ve done my part. The rent is paid, and I’m the one who made it happen.As I walk back to my husband, I can see the mix of emotions in his eyes. Humiliation, desire, and a twisted sense of pride. He knows that I did this for us, that I’m the one who keeps us afloat. And as I stand before him, my body still trembling from the encounter, I know that this is our reality. A hotwife and her cuckold, doing what it takes to survive. I reach out, cupping his face in my hands, and I can feel the wetness of his tears. ‘It’s okay,’ I whisper, my voice soft. ‘We’re gonna be okay.’ And with that, I lead him to bed, our bodies entwined as we drift off to sleep. Tomorrow is a new day, and we’ll face it together, no matter what it takes.