My first time with a Hotwife
I was 20 at the time, I’m 23 now. I was horny one random evening and scrolling through Grindr (I’m bi) when I stumbled on a profile with a faceless picture of a thick woman in lingerie from behind. The display name was simply “Breed my hotwife”. Curiosity got the better of me, so I tapped the profile and sent a casual “Hey”.
A few minutes later the husband replied. He told me straight up that he was a cuckold and had been looking for a younger bull for a while. He asked for a dick pic right away. I sent one (I’m a little over 6.5 inches, uncut and pretty thick). I also admitted I was still a virgin. He loved it and asked if I was free to meet for a quick talk that same week. I said yes.
We met at a quiet parking lot near his place. He was a white guy in his mid-40s, friendly and a bit nervous. We’ll call him J for cuck. He explained that his wife, L, was 34, half-Turkish, and that they’d been married for 12 years. Their last bull had moved abroad six months earlier and L had been getting more and more impatient. J told me she had a strong breeding kink and loved big, messy creampies. He said it would be perfect for me since I could learn from an experienced woman and “ruin normal girls for yourself later”.
We set a date. He told me to save up for at least four days, “she wants it dripping”. The morning of the meet I was so nervous I barely slept. I showed up at their house at 10 am wearing grey sweatpants, a black hoodie and nothing underneath.
J opened the door in just a t-shirt and boxers. He led me to the living room, told me to get comfortable and disappeared upstairs to get his wife ready. A couple of minutes later he came back down completely naked, sat on the couch across from me and started making small talk while slowly stroking his small, hard cock. He put on some porn – a scene with Angela White because I’d mentioned her was my favorite. I was already leaking precum and making a visible wet spot on my sweatpants, but I was still too shy to pull it out in front of him.
After a while his phone buzzed. He smiled, went upstairs for a minute, then texted me: “She’s ready for you.”
I walked into their bedroom. It was dimly lit with candles and morning light coming through the curtains. The air smelled like sweet vanilla and sex. L stepped out of the bathroom wearing a silky black robe. She let it fall to the floor. She had smooth olive skin, full C-cup breasts with dark nipples, a soft tummy and wide breeding hips. She was maybe 5’4” and thick in all the right places, with long dark wavy hair and sultry eyes.
She walked straight up to me, placed a hand on my chest and looked me up and down. “Mmm, you picked a good one this time, baby,” she said to J, who was now sitting in a chair in the corner, phone recording.
She told me to relax, helped me out of my hoodie and slid my sweatpants down. When she saw the big wet precum spot she smiled, ran her finger over it and licked it off while looking me in the eyes. I was rock hard. She wrapped her soft hand around my cock and led me to the bed.
L laid on her back, spread her legs and said, “Come here, big boy. I’ve been waiting for this.” I climbed between her thighs, rubbed my cock up and down her soaked pussy a few times, then pushed inside. She gasped loudly and grabbed my arms. “Fuck… you’re thicker than he is.”
I started thrusting, slow at first, then harder. She wrapped her legs around me and moaned, “That’s it, give it to me. Stretch me out.” J was stroking furiously in the corner, filming everything. After a few minutes he came with a whimper, shooting onto the floor.
L started talking dirtier: “He’s so much bigger than you, honey… I can feel him so deep.” That pushed me over the edge. I told her I was close. She locked her ankles behind my back and whispered urgently, “Cum inside me. Fill me up. Give me every drop.”
I buried myself as deep as I could and came harder than I ever had in my life, pumping rope after rope into her. She moaned and shook as she felt it. When I finally pulled out, thick white cum immediately started leaking from her pussy.
J quickly got on his knees between her legs and started licking and sucking my load out of her while still recording. After he was done cleaning her up we all went downstairs. L, still in her robe, sat next to me at the kitchen island while J made coffee and breakfast. Every few minutes she’d slip her fingers between her legs, scoop up some remaining cum and lick it off her fingers while smiling at me.
Before I left she pulled me in for a kiss and grabbed my bulge through my pants. “You’re my new bull now. Don’t you dare jerk off before next time. I want it even bigger and fuller.”
I said yes immediately.