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The Hotwife , Her Bull – Pt. 13

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Author’s Note: Now that you have this final chapter of The Hotwife a lot of people participate in this unusual lifestyle. I would never want to do it myself, but part of the magic of Literotica is that it allows us to look at the world through the eyes of people who are very different from ourselves. One reason I wrote this story is that all three characters are very conflicted. Conflict lies at the heart of all good fiction.

Think of it this way: Stephen King writes about people who commit murders and other unspeakable acts. This is not a reflection of his true nature. There’s no reason to look for shallow graves in King’s backyard.

Or think of it like this: the most popular stories on Literotica involve incest. Does it make sense to imagine that all those writers and readers have sex with their relatives? Because that category is the most popular, I’ve tried to imagine a story I might write about incest. The problem is that I don’t feel aroused by incest, so I’ve been unable to think of anything I’d care to write. Despite this, I’ve never felt the slightest urge to read stories in the incest category and make snarky comments about the people who enjoy writing and reading about it.

If someone doesn’t like reading about hotwives, cucks and bulls, the sensible thing is to read something else. Literotica offers plenty of alternatives.

One last thing. I know I’m being self-indulgent by writing this, but I can’t resist. Some folks have claimed I’m a bad writer who doesn’t know anything about prose. One called me a “would be author.”

As explained in my profile, I am a retired writer and editor. I’ve published books, magazine articles, TV scripts, radio programs, internet content, and a ton of well-received journalism. My writing income allowed me to retire as a multi-millionaire. The wall of my home office is covered with awards.

Literotica offers someone like me a diversionary hobby so I don’t spend too much time reminiscing about past successes. I realize nobody has any reason to care about my professional background, but I thought it would be fun to tell you I was called a “would be author” because that strikes me as very droll.

And now… the conclusion of The Hotwife & Her Bull.


This is the story of poor Carol Hendrick, a normal, healthy young woman with normal, healthy desires. Unfortunately, she followed the advice of her conservative parents and married Alan, who has a low sex drive and is unable to satisfy her. But Alan is aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with other men, so he suggested she become a Hotwife and start a relationship with a man who can serve as her Bull. Our story concludes here with Chapter 13.


Carol gave me a call that surprised me. She said she couldn’t see me for a few days because she had “something to take care of.” I got the impression she didn’t want me to ask for an explanation. It reminded me that I wasn’t Carol’s husband or boyfriend. I was her Bull. Just because I had feelings for her didn’t give me the right to probe into things she didn’t want to share.

It’s not like I lacked female companionship. I took Rachel to a nice concert and spent the night at her house. A new friend named Sylvia invited me on a romantic weekend at the beach. Sylvia knew that I was only interested in an open relationship, and she’d said she was fine with that, but I got the feeling that she was moving in a direction where she might want more. I hope not. She is nice, but not so nice that I’d give up Carol for her.

More than a week later Carol called and bursa escort asked if we could get together. I was relieved because we’d been apart much longer than usual. I invited her to spend the night at my house, but she asked that I go to her place instead.

“Alan is away,” she said. “I’d like to see you here.” That was fine with me. I’m happy to sleep in any bed as long as Carol is in it.

She told me to come right over, so I said I’d be there as soon as I put together an overnight bag. “I’ll leave the door unlocked,” she said. “Let yourself in.

“I want to get in the pool. Look for me there.”

She was wet and naked when I arrived. Carol was going through a phase where she enjoyed having an all-over tan, so I found her nude on a recliner in the sun. “I’m so glad to see you,” I said. “It’s been too long.”

“It’s nice that you could come over on such short notice,” she said. “I dropped Alan off at the airport just before I called you. I decided I need to see you as soon as possible.”

It was a relief hearing that. I couldn’t help but feel insecure whenever I went more than a few days without seeing Carol. Part of the reality of being a Hotwife or a Bull was that we were in a relationship that had no expectation of commitment or exclusivity. All that no-strings sex had been great at first, but it got harder as my feelings for Carol got stronger. I worried that our relationship was too fragile to last forever.

“Where is Alan?” I asked. “Is he going to be gone long?”

“Alan is in Philadelphia. He isn’t coming back,” Carol said.

Ka Boom.

“Tell me what happened,” I said.

“Well, you already know that Alan was being considered for a promotion that would require him relocating to corporate headquarters in Philadelphia. He got the promotion, along with a big raise. He asked me to go with him, and I visited the city as a favor to Alan, but I never considered relocating. Everything important to me is here in San Diego. He’ll be there, and I’ll be here.”

“How do you feel about that?” I asked.

“Relieved,” Carol said. “We never had a real marriage. It started out terrible and got worse. You are the only reason I got through it. Living with a man who doesn’t love me was horrible. I already told myself that if Alan didn’t get the promotion, I had to do something else to change things.

“I still have feelings for Alan, so I’m glad this worked out for him. He’s looking forward to a new job and a new city to explore. Good for him. This way, everybody is happy.”

I had lots of questions, obviously. But I didn’t want to ask them because I was afraid Carol would think I was interrogating her. I wanted to let her tell me what she wanted to tell me at her own pace.

“I’m so glad you’re staying,” I said. “You’re the most important part of my life. I would hate to lose you.”

Carol smiled. “I’m happy to hear you say that,” she said. “My life is about to change, but I don’t want our relationship to change.

“Alan and I signed a separation agreement. He convinced me to remain married. He gave me this house and agreed to continue supporting me. He knows I want to be with you, and he likes the idea of paying for the privilege of letting another man be with his wife. Once a Cuck, always a Cuck.”

“So nothing has to change between us?” I said.

“Nothing has to change, but there’s something I’d like to change,” she said. “Bill, I would love it if you’d move in with me. I’d love to sleep next to you every single night. I’d love to have breakfast with you every morning.”

“I’d love that too,” I said.

“I think you agreed too quickly,” bursa escort Carol said.

“Bill, I know you see other women all the time. You’ve never been in a completely exclusive relationship in your life.

“I don’t think I could handle it if you went out on dates with other women after you moved in here. I could handle it when it wasn’t in my face. But I can’t see myself kissing you goodbye and telling you to enjoy yourself with another girl.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” I said. “All I want is you.”

Carol let out a long sigh. “That’s a sweet thing to say, but you don’t know if it’s true. The only way to find out is to try. I don’t want to risk anything that might wreck our relationship. It would kill me if it didn’t work. So I have an idea.

“You and Rachel taught me something important. I had no idea that I’d enjoy having sex with women. I feel like you opened a door to a place I want to explore. I want to get together with Rachel again, and I’d like for us to get together with other women, too. If we are doing it as a couple, you could be with as many women as you want. The more, the better. I’m not sure how we’d meet women interested in being with couples, but there must be a way.”

“I believe there are dating apps for that,” I said.

Carol laughed. “Of course there are. Why wouldn’t there be? There are apps for every other kind of relationship.

“I should mention that some of my followers on OnlyFans send me messages containing some pretty hot suggestions. If I let them know my boyfriend and I are looking for hot women to fuck, I’m sure I’ll get a response.”

“Just make sure you say they have to live in southern California,” I said.

“Or able to travel,” Carol said.

“So. Does this mean I’m your boyfriend now? Not your Bull?”

I meant that as a joke, but Carol got serious.

“I like having a Bull,” she said. “I’d like to keep having a Bull.

“Being a Hotwife for so long has changed me. I don’t think we have to decide right now. But at this moment, I’d rather change as little as possible. I just want you next to me in bed every single night.”

“That’s all I want,” I said. “We can label this relationship any way you like.”

It was about this time that I became very aware of the fact that Carol was naked. She’d dried in the sun, and now she was getting so hot that a light sheen of sweat covered every inch of her skin. I couldn’t help but feel aroused. Carol noticed the bulge in my trousers.

“Does this mean you like the idea of fucking me every night?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I said.

“Take off those clothes. I want to give you a blowjob,” Carol said.

I hung my clothes on the row of pegs used to hang wet towels. “I’d be perfectly happy to go to the bedroom and just have sex,” I said. “I’d like to make sure you have an orgasm, too.”

“Not right now,” Carol said. “I want to do this out in the open. You’ll give me some orgasms later. Right now, I want to taste your cock in my mouth.”

I laid down in the sun. My cock pointed to the sky. Carol got down on her knees and took my cock in her hand. Thinking about being with Carol every night was having exactly the effect you’d expect. I was hard. Very hard.

I’m sure that to Carol my cock must have felt like iron wrapped in velvet. It had the familiar purple tinge it acquired when I was so engorged. It occurred to me that Carol and I would be having sex next to her pool on a regular basis. I liked thinking about that.

She took me in her mouth and sucked gently. Her head moved up and down slowly. She took her time. I knew she’d move faster bursa eskort and suck harder soon.

It took a while. I put my hand on top of her head and stroked her hair. I wondered if she wanted me to hold her head in both hands and start forcing my cock deeper. Sometimes Carol liked it when I fucked her face like that. But it seemed like she was enjoying being in control.

Carol is mine now, I thought. I don’t have to share her anymore.

I’m pretty good at controlling when I climax. I can almost always prevent myself from cumming until the moment my partner has her orgasm. But I never try to delay things when I’m getting a blowjob. I know that some women have a hard time opening their jaws that wide, and they get tired if it takes too long. So I laid back, relaxed, and let myself cum.

Carol always sucked me a little harder while I was cumming. She knows how much I like that. She likes to make me feel she’s sucking the cum right out of my balls. My cock came, and came, and came, and she swallowed every drop.

There is a special little twist Carol sometimes does for me after a blowjob. When I was finished, and my cock was getting soft, she looked at me and smiled as she let a little dribble of cum drip from the corner of her mouth. Something about that sight is so hot it makes me want to hold her close and never let go.

She laid her head on my stomach and rested for a while. “Would you like a drink? Should I make cocktails?” she asked.

I didn’t want any alcohol right then. I was afraid it would make me drowsy. “Could I have an energy drink instead?” I asked.

She smiled. “Good idea. We’re going to need all the energy we can get.”

Carol returned from her kitchen with our drinks, and we moved our recliners to the shade. She’d had enough sun for one day. She’d been trying to get tan, and it was working. She was a nice shade of brown, and there was no trace of tan lines anywhere. I think she believed this made her look especially sexy when she went out in public wearing a very revealing dress.

If it made her happy, it made me happy.

“I have a little surprise for you,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she said.

It didn’t take long. The energy drink was just taking effect when I heard Carol’s doorbell ring. “I’ll get that,” Carol said, going into her house. She left her robe outside. It seemed odd that she was going to answer the door naked, but I didn’t mention it.

There was a reason Carol didn’t need to cover up. It was Rachel.

“How do you like Carol’s big announcement, Bill?” she asked.

“I like it a lot,” I said.

“So you’re going to move in?” she said.

“As fast as I can pack up my stuff,” I said.

“Good. I love happy endings,” Rachel said.

“This is a beginning. Not an ending,” Carol said.

“Of course it is,” Rachel said. “Carol, I’ve got a gift for you.”

“Goody! Gifts are my favorite! What did you get?”

Rachel reached into a big bag and pulled out a sex toy. It was a strap-on, with a pink leather harness and a long, slender dildo. I remembered that Carol asked if Rachel had one that fit her. Apparently, Rachel thought it was a better idea to get Carol a strap-on of her very own.

Rachel helped Carol try it on, making little adjustments until the harness fit perfectly. “What do you think?” Carol asked.

“Very flattering,” I said. “You look good with a cock.”

I wondered how Carol planned to use it. Between the three of us, there were two vaginas, three mouths, and three anuses. I had a feeling all those orifices were about to be explored.


And that concludes the story of Bill and Carol. I suppose there could be a sequel that explores their adventures finding women for threesomes. But that’s a decision for the future. If you have an opinion, just make a comment. And please, remember to vote.

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