Author's Note: Now that you have this final chapter of
The Hotwife & Her Bull
, I'd like to share some thoughts about the story. I've gotten very good scores and positive feedback on almost everything I've published on Literotica so far, and this series has been well received overall, but some of the reactions are so uncharacteristic and strange I'd like to tell you about them. I think you'll agree that the comments are illuminating.
Several readers ask why Carol doesn't simply divorce Alan. She's in an unhappy marriage - why not end it? The story explains repeatedly that she loves Alan and she became a Hotwife as part of an effort to remain married. Besides, all of us know couples who remain married despite being unhappy. Isn't it odd that anyone would ask a question that could be answered by any 12-year-old growing up in an unhappy home?
Some readers seem to think that the whole Hotwife-Bull dynamic is stupid, and that I must be some kind of idiot to write about something so preposterous. I'm sure the majority of Literotica readers know that I didn't invent the concept; 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.
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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.
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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 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.
