Weekend Bull For Hotwife

I'm a 32-year-old married woman whose husband Mark has long harbored a cuckold fantasy. For his 35th birthday I agreed to give him the ultimate gift — a full weekend as his hotwife with a well-hung black bull named Darius that Mark personally selected and vetted. The tension had been building for weeks. Every night Mark would show me new pictures of Darius’s thick, veined cock, whispering how badly he wanted to watch it disappear inside me. By the time we pulled up to the luxury downtown hotel on Friday evening, my panties were already soaked through.

We checked into the penthouse suite. The bellhop gave us a knowing smirk as he set down our bags; he’d clearly seen this scenario before. Mark’s hands trembled while he tipped the man. Once the door clicked shut, my husband turned to me, eyes glassy with lust and nerves.

“This is really happening, Sarah. You’re sure?”

I stepped close, cupped his face, and kissed him softly. “It’s your birthday, baby. I’m going to be Darius’s eager slut for the next forty-eight hours while you watch. Just like we agreed.”

A soft knock sounded at the door.

Mark swallowed hard and opened it.

Darius filled the entire frame. Six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, skin like polished obsidian, dressed in a tailored black button-down and slacks that did nothing to hide the heavy outline of what he was packing. He looked down at my husband with calm, predatory amusement, then his dark eyes slid to me and heated instantly.

“Damn,” he said, voice a low rumble. “You look even better in person, Sarah.”

Mark nervously stepped aside. “She’s… she’s all yours for the weekend.”