u/Hillstud_Jellyfish

night out clubbing fit with my bull. No bra, no panties ☺

My bull is just a video call away when I need to play

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I need to get this off my chest. I've been living this double life for years now, and I've never really told the full story. My husband knows I'm writing this—he's actually encouraging me to share. He loves knowing other men are reading about what I do.

It started way before we even got married. Back when he was just my boyfriend, he used to complain—lovingly, of course—about how insatiable I was. I'd drain him three, sometimes four times a night and still be grinding against him for more. One night, after I'd ridden him to a fourth orgasm and was already sliding down his body to get him hard again, he breathlessly joked, "I'm going to have to bring my friends over. One cock clearly isn't enough for you."

I should have been shocked. I wasn't. I was soaking wet.

Every time he mentioned it after that—casually dropping it during sex, whispering that he knew I needed more—I'd cum harder than ever. He noticed. He noticed how my pussy would clench around him when he called me a slut who needed more dick. He noticed how I'd moan louder when he talked about sharing me. It became our dirty little fantasy, our bedroom talk that pushed me over the edge every single time.

The first time it became real, it happened fast. We were out drinking with his cousin one night. On the drive home, my boyfriend—now my husband—suggested his cousin crash at our place. I knew what was happening. I wanted it. The moment we walked through the door, I was on my knees in front of his cousin, unzipping his jeans while my boyfriend watched from the couch.

I fucked him wild. Absolutely feral. I came on his cock three times without stopping, without resting, grinding and riding and taking him deeper while my boyfriend watched, stroking himself, his eyes dark with something I'd never seen before—pure, possessive lust at seeing his sweet girlfriend turn into a cock-hungry slut for another man.

"I never looked back," he told me later. "The way you went wild on him... I needed to see that again."

After we got married, the fantasy became an obsession. He'd dirty-talk me until I was trembling, telling me he knew I wanted big cocks, telling me his friends stared at my ass when I bent over, telling me they all wanted to fuck his slut wife. I'd cum so hard I'd see stars. And every time I came, his desire flared hotter.

We'd hang out with his friends and their wives or girlfriends, and I'd feel their eyes on me—undressing me, imagining me. They flirted shamelessly, right in front of their partners, telling my husband how hot I looked, how lucky he was. I was constantly hit on, constantly desired.

Then there was the gym. I started training seriously, and the attention multiplied. Trainers would "accidentally" brush against me, their hands lingering on my hips during squats, sliding down my lower back during stretches. My personal trainer was relentless—muscular, confident, completely inappropriate. He asked me out knowing full well I was married. I declined... but I didn't stop there.

I sent him nudes. Videos. I'd watch him on video call, stroking that thick cock until he exploded for me, groaning my name. I never fucked him—my husband found out about the videos first. He was angry, but also rock hard. The jealousy mixed with arousal in a way that changed everything.

A couple of years into our marriage, after years of teasing and flirting and near-misses, my husband finally agreed. He'd been meticulously planning this, I realized later. He chose Big J—his good friend, heartbroken after his long-term girlfriend married someone else. Big J was already in my phone; we'd been sexting and video-sexing for months with my husband's approval, me sending him dirty videos while my husband watched me make them.

Big J became my first long-term bull. He was massive—thick and long in a way that made my eyes water when I first saw him. He was a gym rat like me and my husband, muscular and dominant. We fucked everywhere. His apartment, my marital bed when my husband was traveling, the backseat of his car. I even visited his office one afternoon when I was desperate for a good dicking—he bent me over his desk, ripped my leggings open, and pounded me while his secretary sat just outside the door.

That was the beginning. I haven't looked back.

Now, I regularly fuck three of my husband's closest friends. Two of them are married. Their wives have no idea that their husbands "work late" or "have poker night" when they're actually balls-deep in me. We gather for dinners, for night outs, for weekend trips—the wives sipping wine and chatting while their husbands exchange knowing looks with me, remembering how I looked riding them the week before, how my tits bounced while they fucked me raw.

My husband is a man's man in every sense. He hand-picked these three—childhood friends, successful, discreet, and most importantly, hung. He vetted them for size, for skill, for their ability to make me cum until I scream. He loves watching me take them, loves reclaiming me after, loves knowing his friends are addicted to his wife's pussy while he remains the one I come home to.

My days are surprisingly normal. I work, I gym, I cook dinner, I binge Netflix. I'm not some nympho fucking every man with a pulse. But when my husband texts me that the guys are coming over? When I put on that dress he likes, the one that shows exactly what his friends are coming for? When I watch them walk through our door, already hard for me, while their wives think they're at the office?

That's when I become her again. The slut who needs more than one cock. The wife who takes three men in one night and begs for more. The woman who came three times on her husband's cousin and never looked back.

And god, I wouldn't have it any other way.

[If you have questions... yes, I'll probably answer them. My husband is reading these comments too. He likes knowing what you all would do to me]

Play session after a gym session, watching that tall, buff, sweaty crush in the gym makes me dripp. I am such a slut.

Sometimes I surprise myself as I've become such a needy slut Hotwife for big cocks and big muscles .

Would northeast guys pay and subscribe to my OF account if I did open one?

By my hubbys friends

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I still get wet remembering that night in Shillong. I spent two hours getting ready to be a trophy for my husband and his friends. I wore an obscene black tube bodycon mini dress—so thin it was like black paint, ending just below my butt cheeks. No bra, just a tiny black thong disappearing between my firm, gym-toned cheeks. On my left ankle, I wore a silver anklet—the universal signal that I was a hotwife, available for other men with my husband's blessing.

My body was built for this: tight waist, sculpted ass, and big, round, supple tits that sat high on my fit frame. My nipples were hard pebbles straining against the thin fabric, my areolas visible to anyone who looked.

The moment we entered the Marriott lobby, the atmosphere shifted. Every man’s head turned. The concierge, the businessmen, the security guard—they all saw the dress, the bouncing tits, and that telltale anklet. They knew exactly what I was: shared property.

My husband’s three friends were waiting. Friend #1 and #2 didn’t even wait to get to the room. In the elevator, they swarmed me. Friend #2 pressed his erection into my stomach while Friend #1 ground against my ass, mauling my supple breasts through the dress and rubbing my nipples into submission.

At the rooftop Diwali party, the exhibitionism hit a peak. Under the strobing disco lights, I grinded against my husband, my dress riding up to flash my thong to the crowd. In the shadows, Friend #1 and #2 took over, cupping my tits and grinding their cocks into me. Then, six drunk college boys noticed the anklet. They emboldened themselves, sandwiching me in the dark. Hands were everywhere—some squeezing my breasts, others sliding under my dress to rub my clit or spread my cheeks. I was a public toy, being molested by strangers while my husband watched with a proud smirk.

Friend #2 eventually claimed me, pulling my dress down to expose my bare, hard nipples to the cool air before dragging me to a shadowed alcove behind the bar. He bent me over a velvet couch and ripped my thong aside. He slammed his thick cock into my tight gym-fit pussy, pounding me mercilessly while Friend #1 knelt in front of me, sucking my supple tits and flicking my nipples with his tongue. Friend #2 filled me with hot cum, leaving me gaping and dripping.

Friend #1 didn't waste a second. He spun me around and shoved his even thicker cock into my cum-slicked pussy. He used my tits as handles, pulling me back onto him as he hammered me deep, his gym stamina driving me crazy. He emptied his load deep inside me, adding to the mess.

As we left the hotel, I walked slowly through the lobby, hips swaying, my dress still hiked up and my thong twisted and soaked with cum, letting every man in the room see exactly how I’d been used before we headed back to the resort for the real destruction to begin... To be continued

P. S - Actual pic of the dress 😉

Gonna miss my fav Bull... 😢

A smile that only a big cock brings