When a woman adopts the hotwife lifestyle, she learns early ..

When a woman adopts the hotwife lifestyle, she learns early on that the best bulls are the ones most unlike her husband. For instance, where most husbands tend to be nurturing, supportive, and loving, the men drawn toward being bulls are generally much less domesticated. And with men like that, it’s extremely important for a little wife to be able to read her room. Because, on certain occasions, it’s critical for her to know when she just needs to hold still and let her bull do what he needs to do. I learned that lesson a while ago. Unfortunately, those occasions can become a little uncomfortable when my husband’s present. He doesn’t totally comprehend this particular dynamic between a wife and her alpha bull. In his defense, it’s only natural for a sweet man like my husband to become a little concerned for my well being when he sees one of my bulls aggressively taking me for his own. The noises that I make in response (some, admittedly, signaling discomfort) don’t help to clarify matters much, and it’s completely understandable for a more ‘beta-type’ male like my husband to misconstrue them as an appeal for mercy from my lover. When in fact, they signal something quite the opposite to men who are bulls. Complete and utter feminine surrender. On one such occasion, hubby made a slight breach of well-established cuckold protocol by attempting to intervene on my behalf. His chivalry was met with a swift and stern rebuke from me to “sit your ass down and shut the fuck up!!!” Fortunately for him, he did. Less than three minutes later, my bull would pull out out, f0rce me to my knees and paint my pretty face with his huge load. For my part, I had already came - three times, in fact - each orgasm more cataclysmic than the prior. My bull then very c0mmandingly 0rdered my husband to toss me my little panties from the floor so that I could clean myself. We both dutifully obeyed, and I put the cute thong back on just like my bull wanted me too. Then he got dressed, kissed me on my forehead and walked out of our bedroom. The entire encounter, which took place on a Sunday afternoon, had lasted less than 20 minutes from start to finish. I, being completely spent beyond words, desperately needed to close my eyes for a minute to collect myself. But I could tell that my husband was still somewhat confused and distraught over my little “dressing down” of him in front of my bull and in need of some soothing reassurance. So like any good wife, I gave him some. “Honey,” I said as I cuddled up to him on our completely wrecked bed, “I’m sooooooo sorry about what just happened. I know you were only acting out of concern for me and my well being, and I wasn’t mad at you in the least. I swear to you. I just know how he gets when he’s like that, and it’s definitely better for the two of us to just go with flow. And I know it doesn’t exactly compute for a sweet little teddy bear like you, but I actually get off being fucked like that from behind every so of often. I just came three times,” I admitted. “And I would totally hate myself forever if you got hurt trying to step in like that. So next time, just chill out, okay baby? It will be totally fine, I promise you. Just let momma’s pussy take care of thing,” I finished laughingly. By that time, my husband was fully erect again. So I slipped out of my filthy little panties and let my husband make love to me. If I do say so myself, that day presented a teachable moment that I handled quite masterfully. To everyone’s benefit. All because of my willingness to openly communicate with my husband.