Chapter 1: Welcome Home
Max fumbled with his keys as he unlocked the front door, pushing it open and stepping into the slightly cooler air of the house.
It had been a long, hot, relentless day at the office, and he was looking forward to a cool shower and few drinks with his wife, Hannah, in front of the television that evening.
As he pushed the front door closed behind him, setting his bag down on floor, Hannah appeared in front of him, emerging from the living room.
Max stood there stunned, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of his wife. She was wearing some of the sluttiest and sexiest lingerie he had ever seen her in, a virginal white crotchless and peephole, sheer lace teddy, with matching white stockings clipped into the incorporated garter, finished with his fluffy white, Perspex stripper heels.
Max didn’t recognise the outfit, clearly a new purchase, as he looked her up and down. She looked absolutely fucking incredible, her hair and makeup done to perfection.
He couldn’t believe his luck, his cock already swelling in his trousers as he took in her full, voluptuous figure.
“Fuck baby, you look insane,” Max breathed, his voice thick with lust as he took a step toward her.
Hannah grinned, a sly, mischievous smile spreading across her lips as she took a step back away from him.
She tilted her head to the side, her long blonde hair in a neat ponytail, and her full, pouty lips curled into a wicked smirk. "You think he’ll like me in it baby?” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
Max smiled at her words, excited by the prospect of an evening of roleplay with his wife. “Oh it’s not for me,” Max chuckled, “it’s for your boyfriend is it?” He teased, his voice thick with lust and anticipation, thinking he was playing along with Hannah’s game.
Hannah continued to look back at him, her face a picture of mock innocence as she bit her bottom lip. “Don’t be silly baby, he’s not my boyfriend ….he's my Bull, and he’s waiting upstairs for us,” Hannah said her voice laced with a dominant confidence that Max had never heard from her before.
Max looked at her slightly confused, now unsure if she was still playing a game or not as his eyes searched hers.
“Your bull?” Max asked, his voice dropping into a low, inquisitive tone, his eyes narrowing as he searched Hannah’s face for any sign of jest.
She stared back at him, not betraying any hint of uncertainty, the mischievous smile still playing on her lips.
“That’s right baby, I found him on a hotwife app and invited him round to fuck me….that’s what you wanted wasn’t it? That’s what all the roleplay you introduced was leading up to?”
Max stood there, still unsure if she was actually being serious or not, but the weight in his stomach that had suddenly appeared in response to the sincerity in her words, told him she was.
Before he could say another word Hannah spoke again.
“What did you expect baby, honestly?” She continued, slightly condescendingly. “You bought and encourage me to use a huge black dildo, send me interracial porn like all the time and talk dirty about me being fucked by big black cock, did you not think that eventually I would end up wanting the real thing?” She asked, looking at him expectantly, her voice laced with a confident, nonchalant tone.
Max stood there slightly stunned, his mind racing as he tied to process what she was saying.
“It was just a bit of fun….a fantasy,” he started, his voice faltering as he tried to keep up with her sudden shift in tone, “I didn’t think you’d actually want to, you know, do it,” he finished, his voice trailing off as he looked at her, his eyes wide and uncertain.
Hannah laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Max's spine. "Oh baby, you have no idea how much I want to," she said, her voice dripping with lust and desire as she took a step closer to him, her eyes locked onto his.
”You think after having that huge, thick dildo inside of me, stretching me out, that I could ever go back to just your little cock forever?” she said, her voice laced with a cruelty that Max had never heard from her before.
He felt a pang of humiliation at her words, his cock twitching in his trousers at the same time. He loved this side of her, the dominant, mean hotwife persona that she had been slowly exploring over the last few months.
”I want to feel a real man inside of me baby, a man who can actually fill me up, make me scream and really make me cum,” she continued, her voice dropping into a low, sultry tone. “I want everything we’ve roleplayed about for real, and I want you to watch.”
Max stood there taking in her words, trying to ignore how fucking hard his cock was as she spoke.
“If you think about it baby, this is kind of your fault really. If you had been a real husband, a real man and not introduced me to the fantasy then none of this would ever have happened,” she said, her voice laced with a mocking, cruel tone.
Max felt a pang of humiliation at her words, but also a deep sense of arousal.
“But you did, and now here we are,” she continued upbeat, “me dressed like this with another man waiting upstairs for me,” looking down to admire herself in her outfit, “and you like that,” she added, looking down at the obvious bulge in the front of his trousers, her voice changing to a mocking, disappointed tone.
“Now be a good cuckold me and put this on for me,” she instructed, holding out a black blindfold to him.
Max hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with a mix of fear, excitement, and humiliation. He had never seen this side of Hannah before, and it both terrified and thrilled him.
“Come on, don’t be a pussy,” she taunted, her voice laced with a cruel edge. “You wanted this, remember? You wanted to watch your wife get fucked by a real man.”
Max took the blindfold from her, his hands shaking slightly as he tied it around his eyes. The world went dark, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“Good boy,” she purred, her voice now soft and seductive as she stepped closer to him and began guiding him towards the stairs.
Max’s heart was racing as he slowly ascended the stairs, Hannah’s hand firmly gripping his arm, her fingers pressing into his skin just enough to remind him that she was in control.
As they reached the top of the stairs she ushered him into what he knew was their bedroom, Hannah manoeuvring Max to the foot of the bed and encouraging him down into a chair she had positioned there.
As he sat down, his mind and heart racing nervously, he felt Hannah gently guiding his arms into place as she started to restrain his wrists to the chair with what he assumed was some sort of rope.
“My bull said you could watch us, but he insisted you be tied up and blindfolded to start with….he wanted you to know exactly who was in charge this evening,” Hannah whispered into Max’s ear, her breath hot and heavy against his skin as she finished securing his wrists to the chair.
Max could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully in his trousers as he listened to his wife’s words. He had never felt so humiliated, so vulnerable, and yet so fucking turned on at the same time.
“He’s going to fuck me baby, right here in our marital bed, and you’re going to watch every second,” she continued, her voice dropping into a low, sultry tone as she stepped away from him, leaving him alone in the darkness of the blindfold.
Max could hear the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she made her way over to the bed, the room filled with anticipation and suddenly silence.
Max strained hard as he fought to listen for any sign of movement or sound, the noise of his heart pounding in his chest filling his ears, and then he heard it, the soft smack of lips meeting lips, followed by the unmistakable giggle of his wife.
Max froze, his breath catching in his throat as he listened hard, the sound of kissing growing louder, more passionate as Hannah’s groans started to fill the room.
“So fucking sexy,” a deep, masculine voice rumbled, sending a shiver down Max’s spine.
This was real, this confirmed it. Hannah actually did have another man here , in their bedroom, and they were kissing. Max could hear the wet, passionate sounds of their lips meeting, the soft moans of pleasure that escaped his wife’s lips as she was kissed deeply.
“Mmmm you like my outfit baby?” Hannah purred, her voice laced with a sultry, confident tone, “I bought it especially for you to fuck me in,” she added, her voice dropping into a low, dirty tone.
“Such a naughty little slut,” the man growled in response, the sound of a hard slap of skin on skin echoing through the room as he spanked her thick, round ass, the sting of it clear in Hannah’s moan.
The noise of passionate kissing resumed as Max’s cock throbbed painfully in his trousers, listening to every noise but unable to see what was happening.
Michael, Hannah’s bull, was a well built, broad black man. She had inspected what felt like hundred of profiles on the app, chatting with a few, but none had caught her attention like Michael.
His photos were raw, unfiltered, and showed off his thick, muscular body and the most impressive cock she had ever seen. He was confident, dominant, and exactly what she was looking for.
They had messaged for a few days, the tone getting flirtier and more explicit with every reply, until eventually Hannah had explained exactly what she wanted from him.
Michael had been more than happy to oblige, especially as Hannah had already sent him a number of explicit photos of herself in various outfits and positions. She had masturbated multiple times to his explicit, complimentary replies and the dirty things he had said about her body and what he wanted to do to her.
Max could hear Hannah’s breath hitch as Michael’s big hands slid over her tits, his fingers tracing her nipples, teasing her as they poked through the material before squeezing the soft, heavy flesh hard, causing her to moan at his rough treatment of her.
His hands were all over her tits, groping and mauling at her as his tongue plunged into her mouth, his kiss deep and passionate, his hands rough and dominant.
Max could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of their kiss, the sound of his wife’s moans as Michael’s hands continued to play with her, his fingers pulling and pinching at her erect, sensitive nipples causing her to gasp and squirm as shocks of pleasure shot through her body, right to her clit.
Hannah had never been with a man that was so dominant, so confident, treating her body like it was his to do with as he pleased. She loved it, the feeling of being completely at his mercy, his to use and pleasure as he saw fit.
“Fuck, you’ve got such big fucking tits,” Michael growled, his voice thick with lust as he broke their kiss, his hands still mauling at her chest, “I can’t wait to make them fucking bounce,” he added, his voice laced with a dirty, filthy tone.
Hannah moaned at his words, her pussy throbbing with desire as she imagined him fucking her, her tits jiggling and bouncing uncontrollably as he pounded into her.
“You like that baby? She asked, turning her head to her husband at the end of the bed, “you like hearing me getting felt up by another man, knowing his hands are all over your wife’s huge tits.”
“I’m gonna leave bruises and bite marks all over these fucking things,” her bull growled at Max, his voice thick with lust. “You gonna like that, knowing your wife’s tits are all marked up by another man’s mouth and hands, huh?”
Max could hear the sound of Hannah’s breath hitching, her moans growing louder as Michael’s hands continued to grope and maul at her tits, his fingers pulling and pinching at her erect, sensitive nipples. She clearly enjoyed hearing Michael’s dirty talk, the way he was talking directly to her husband about what he was going to do to her.
“Fuck, you like that?” Michael growled, his voice thick with lust, his hands still roughly playing with Hannah’s breasts. “You like knowing your husband is listening to me tell him what I’m gonna do to his slut wife?”
“Mmmm, yes,” Hannah moaned, her voice dripping with lust and desire. “I love knowing he’s listening to you, knowing he’s hearing every dirty thing you’re going to do to me.”
”But you should know baby,” Hannah said, this time to her husband, “that I want all of it, that I’m fucking desperate for it, that your wife is a needy little whore who wants a big fat black cock inside of her, not your pathetic little dick,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust as she watched Michale lean forward and catch one of her nipples between his thick lips.
She hissed as she took a sharp intake of breath, Michael’s tongue flicking across her sensitive nipple as he sucked hard, his teeth grazing against it.
Her hand found the back of his head, encouraging him to suck harder as she moaned louder, her own head tiring back, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the sensation.
Max could hear every sound, every moan, every gasp of pleasure as Michael’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, his tongue swirling around her nipples, teasing them, making her squirm and writhe on the bed.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” Hannah moaned, her voice thick with lust and desire as she felt Michael’s hands all over her.
Max could only imagine it, his wife, dressed in that slutty lingerie, up on her knees in the middle of their marital bed as her bull groped her tits and sucked on her nipples. He felt a pang of humiliation but couldn’t deny how fucking turned on he was, he could only imagine how wet Hannah was, how much she was enjoying this, both her own pleasure and his humiliation.
“Harder” Hannah moaned, her voice desperate and needy, “bite them harder, leave a mark on them, I want him to see what a dirty little slut I am, what a whore you’ve made me,” she gasped, her voice thick with lust.
Hannah cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain, her body writhing as she Michael’s teeth sank into her flesh, hard enough to leave a mark that would be visible for days, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, soothing the sting as he continued to suckle on her nipple.
She could feel her clit throbbing, her pussy aching with need, her body desperate for more.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust and a hint of pain. “Do it again, bite me harder, leave your mark on me.”
Michael chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her skin as he released her nipple with a wet pop. “You like that, don’t you?” he rumbled, his voice dripping with dominance. “You like being marked by me.”
“Yes,” Hannah gasped, her voice desperate. “I fucking love it, let my cuck husband see I’m the property of a real man now.”
Michael chuckled, his deep, rumbling voice sending another shiver down Max’s spine. “You hear that, cuck? She’s mine now, my property, and I’m gonna fucking ruin that tight little married pussy of her,” Michael growled, “not that it’ll make any difference to you, you won’t be fucking her again after I’ve finished with her tonight.”
Hannah groaned listening to Michael’s words, her clit throbbing at the idea that Michael was so dominants and possessive that he could dictate if her own husband was allowed to fuck her or not. She couldn’t deny that the idea of being claimed by another man, of being his property, was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.
Max too felt a wave of arousal course through him as he strained against his restraints, his cock so hard it was painful.
Hannah giggled as she watched Max’s reaction to her bull’s words and wanted to push him further.
“Maybe I’ll be BBC only after tonight baby, would you like that? You already know you can’t please me anyway so why not just give up and let a real men show you how to satisfy a woman,” Hannah taunted, her voice dripping with cruel confidence.
Max could only groan in response but that was enough for Hannah as a satisfied smile spread across her lips, knowing her words had had the desired effect.
“Mmmm I think I’m nearly ready for him to fuck me now baby….but first I need him to get my pussy nice and ready for his huge cock,” Hannah moaned, her voice dripping with lust and anticipation.
“I know it was practically the only thing you were good for but I bet my bull even licks pussy better than you do,” Hannah
continued, her voice dripping with a cruel, teasing tone as she turned back to face Michael, her eyes locked onto his, her body trembling with need.
“Lick my pussy baby,” Hannah begged, her voice desperate and needy, “show me how superior you are compared to my pathetic cuckold husband at everything you do .”
Michael chuckled darkly, his deep voice rumbling with a mix of dominance and lust as he pushed Hannah down onto her back, a small gasp escaping her lips at his rough treatment of her as she landed on the soft crisp sheets of their marital bed.
Michaels big power hands were immediately on her soft, fleshy, stocking clad thighs, pushing them apart as he knelt between them.
There was something so fucking hot about the way he was manhandling her, his touch rough and dominant, his hands firm and unyielding as he pushed her legs apart, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable to him.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she looked down at Michael, his dark eyes locked onto hers, a wicked, hungry smile spreading across his lips.
"Fuck, look at that pretty little pink pussy," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he looked down at her, his hands still pushing her legs apart, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“I bet she tastes like honey,” he aimed at Max, his voice low and menacing.
The room went suddenly quiet, the only sound, Hannah’s heavy breathing as she waited, her pussy throbbing with anticipation to feel his tongue.
His hands still held her thighs wide open, his fingers digging possessively into her soft flesh, sure to leave light bruises that Max would be able to see.
She could feel his breath, warm and heavy, against her pussy, the anticipation almost too much to bear. She wanted to feel his tongue, his lips, his mouth on her, in her, driving her wild.
It felt so fucking dirty, she was so exposed and vulnerable, her pussy on full display in the crotchless teddy to another man, her bull, a man she had arranged to
be here to fuck her in front of her husband.
Max’s restraints creaked slightly as he shifted in his seat, his cock throbbing painfully against the zipper of his trousers, his breathing heavy and ragged as he listened for any sound.
Hannah’s moan filled the room, deep and guttural, as Michael’s tongue finally made contact with her pussy, his tongue flat and wide as he licked up her slit, his tongue pressing against her clit, causing her to buck her hips, her body desperate for more.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust and desire as she felt Michael’s tongue on her, his tongue swirling around her clit, teasing her, making her squirm and writhe on the bed.
The wet, sloppy sounds of Michael’s mouth on Hannah’s pussy started to fill the room, his tongue lapping at her, his lips sucking on her clit, his tongue plunging into her, fucking her with his mouth as Hannah moaned and groaned in response. The sounds were obscene, filthy, and so fucking hot that Max’s cock ached with the need to be released.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” Hannah moaned, her voice thick with lust and need. “Lick me like that, baby, get my tight little cunt ready to take that huge black cock.”
Michael groaned, his deep voice rumbling against her pussy, “You taste so fucking good.”
Max could hear Hannah’s breath hitch as Michael’s tongue flicked over her clit again, his fingers digging into her thighs, holding her open, exposing her pussy to his mouth.
The sound of his wife’s moans echoed round the room, the wet, sloppy sounds of Michael’s mouth on her pussy driving Max, and clearly Hannah, wild.
”She so fucking ready for a real cock,” Michael growled, “she’s literally dripping all over my face, I bet she doesn’t get this wet for you.”
Max felt a rush of jealousy wash over him but knew that he was probably right. He could only imagine how fucking turned on Hannah was.
The fact that she had even arranged this was insane, had actually gone on an app with the sole intention of finding a man to invite over to fuck her in front of him was both humiliating and incredibly arousing.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Michael growled, his voice thick with lust as he pulled away from Hannah’s pussy, his face glistening with her juices. “I think it’s time I give you what you really want, what you were begging for in all those messages you sent.”
Hannah moaned in response, a feeling of anticipation and slight humiliation washing over her as she remembered the explicit, filthy things she had written to Michael, the things she had told him she wanted him to do to her.
“Please,” she begged, her voice dripping with lust and desperation. “I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for a week, I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.”