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 suggests she become a Hotwife and start a relationship with a man who can serve as her Bull. In Chapter 3 we see how Carol learns to enjoy a wider variety of sexual experiences.
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The days turned into weeks that turned into months. I became accustomed to the pleasure of Carol's visits every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. It was delightful to come home after work and find Carol dressed in something sexy after spending hours cleaning my apartment, doing my laundry, and prepping terrific meals. Of course, I was mainly thrilled to have sex with such an exciting woman.
When I became Carol's Bull, I assumed that the reason she was so passionate in bed was that she'd been so deprived of satisfaction for so long. It made sense to me that eventually she'd feel a little less desperate, and we'd settle into a more sedate relationship. I assumed we'd always have plenty of sex - that was the whole point of being a Hotwife - but that we'd enjoy the kind of intimacy that is more relaxed and less intense.
That turned out to be wrong. Carol's yearning for hot sex never faded. I gradually realized that she was simply a hot blooded woman who'd married the wrong man.
I also learned that she was surprisingly kinky. The first clue was her fondness for degradation. She started calling herself my "fucktoy" early in our relationship, and it was obvious that she liked it when I spoke to her using harsh, insulting language that implied I thought she was just a slut I used whenever I wanted a piece of ass. We both knew that wasn't true, but the fantasy never failed to excite her.
Somewhere in there I came to feel I had a special responsibility with Carol. She wasn't like any of the other women I dated. Carol claimed she had almost no sexual experience before marriage, and that I was the first man who knew how to satisfy her. At first, that sounded like something she said to boost my ego. In time, I came to realize it was the simple truth.
That meant I needed to help expand her sexual horizons. We knew that she enjoyed vanilla sex, but we didn't know much else. She needed to learn more about her own responsiveness. I decided that I'd introduce her to less mainstream ways of having sex, and we'd find out what she liked and what she didn't.
Spoiler alert: We didn't find anything she didn't like. And we looked.
I decided to start with oral sex. I started eating Carol's pussy early in our relationship, but she hadn't sucked my cock very much. When she did, it was just briefly, something to get me hard before we started having actual sex. I wasn't comfortable pressing her to do something she didn't spontaneously decide to do. It was time for that to change.
One evening I came home to find my oversexed French man "Yvette" happy to see me. I pretended like I was in a bad mood. "I had a shitty day, Yvette. You are going to make it better," I said.
"Whatever I can do, mon cher," she said.
"What you can do is get your dirty ass into the bedroom and take off your clothes. All of them. Now."
Carol's eyes got wide. This was the harshest language I'd ever used, and she obviously liked it. She ran into the bedroom and stripped naked as fast as she could. "What can I do now, mon cher?" she asked.
"You can do something you should have done months ago," I said. "I've been eating your pussy for a long time now, slut, and you haven't returned the favor once. You owe me a blowjob. Get down on your knees right now and suck my cock."
Carol hadn't expected this, but she didn't hesitate to do what I said. I grabbed her hands and placed them on my belt, so she unbuckled me and unzipped my pants. When she lowered my clothes to the floor we both saw I was still soft.
"It should be hard by now. You aren't doing enough. Suck that cock, now! Make it hard! If you want to be my fucktoy, you need to be my cocksucker."
All these dirty words aroused Carol even more than I'd hoped. Her hands were trembling when she took my cock and guided it between her lips. She sucked as much as she could into her mouth, working the head all the way back to the entrance to her throat. Carol used her lips and tongue, but she didn't seem to be very good at cocksucking. There was no reason to think she'd devoted any time to learning how to do it right.
