As a hotwife, it’s absolutely critical that you take whateve..

As a hotwife, it’s absolutely critical that you take whatever precautions are necessary to avoid blurring the lines between your mating and your marriage. Having a bull is for one thing and one thing only. To satisfy a woman’s primal need to be the sexual outlet for savages. The physical alphas who, if left unchecked in a less civilized society, would enjoy the pleasures of your “hospitality” either with or without the consent of your husband. Just lock me in a confined space for 24 hours every now and then with a tall, y0unger v-shaped brute who can literally smell my pussy in heat, and I’ll be a happy camper for a month or so afterward. My scalp might be a little sensitive for a few days, and my ass might bear the kind of marks that prohibit anything but max-coverage bikini bottoms for a week or two, but when my satisfied bull turns me back over to my loving husband, filthy cunt and all, I will in a perfectly domesticated head-space until my hormones ramp up again. That’s the way it’s supposed to be anyway. The only thing a hotwife should ever pine for when it comes to a side stud are those sensations that can only come from his thicker, harder cock reaching the parts of your insides that your husband simply cannot. Nothing more ever. Peri0d. Which is why I’m sick to my stomach. Because I feel like my obsession with Raef is affecting my marriage. And while I don’t know exactly what to do at this point, I’m confident that I can figure this shit out. Because I need to get back to where I was before. The problem is Jessica. Fresh over her concerns about STDs and her infidelity being discovered, she’s been texting me incessantly about scheduling a “girl’s night” within the next week or two. She could obviously (and quite easily I might add) fib about a girls night and sneak out completely on her own, but she’s not ready for that. She wants there to be some kernel of truth in the lies she’s now telling to her husband. A touch of cover sprinkled in with a bit of plausible deniability. And while a mere month or so ago I would have been elated at this level of progression, what the bitch actually wants is another girls night with Raef. For the very first time in her sheltered life she knows what it’s like to be stretched open and penetrated to the hilt by a real man, and now, like the proverbial her0in addict, the little slut needs herself another taste. And while part of me might actually be down for another little session like what happened on the night of the third, I’ll be damned if I’m relegated to fluffing either one of them.