The summer solstice party at the club last night couldn’t ha..

The summer solstice party at the club last night couldn’t have been scripted better if it was a Hollywood movie. It was every bit as erotically charged and scandalous as I could’ve possibly hoped, and I cannot wait to fill you in on every little juicy detail. But first, I just need to vent a little. So please, bear with me. Being an executive hotwife with an active country club and church lifestyle probably seems all exciting and glamorous to many of you. But the truth is, I probably way over-idealize it. There are so many land mines for me to navigate on a daily basis that it can sometimes be extremely deflating. Take for instance the trip to Las Vegas with my husband that I’ve booked for later this summer. We’ll be there for a full five days (Wednesday through Sunday) with bookending travel days. What’s most exciting is that hubby’s also made travel arrangements for one of our bulls to m33t us there. My absolute favorite bull, in fact. He’ll be joining us Thursday through Saturday. Sounds totally perfect, right? The problem is my husband’s somewhat growing sensitivities to being a man who it’s being kind to describe as middle aged libido. To the point, my sweet hubby is currently in the process of coming to grips with the fact that his libido simply can’t match that of any one of the number of y0unger bulls who frequent our marital bed. And with this particular bull, it’s not just that their desire levels aren’t in the same neighborhood, they’re not even on the same fucking planet. Add to that the fact that I’ve booked the dates for this trip to coincide with right around when I’ll be ovuIating (so that my own desire levels will be shooting through the roof), and you can see why the prospect of being with this bull for such an extended period of time has my husband in full-on stress mode. And let’s face it, what he’s likely to be witnessing (should he choose to stay and do so) is his wife in absolute heat for an alpha bull who’s in his absolute reproductive prime. So it’s no exaggeration to say that my pussy’s going to be a gay-ping wreck for three straight days, and very little of it will likely have to do with the contributions of my husband. To counter this sobering and looming reality, I’ve decided that open communication is the key. So I’ve been very open and upfront with him about my expectations and have already set some key ground rules that will be in effect for the entire time. First and foremost, I’ve made it absolutely clear that we’re going on this trip for two primary purposes. The first and foremost of which is to get me what I truly need right now, which is multiple days of thick, y0ung alpha bull cock. And second of which is to also get me some hot visual content for my OnlyFans in the process. Everything else, including his feelings, is secondary. All of this means that hubby’s going to need to buckle up the belt on his big boy pants and completely check his ego. Secondly, I’ve booked us two queens beds for our stay l, which naturally means I’ll be sleeping with our alpha bull while he’s with us. I’ve also reminded him that It’s not uncommon for this bull’s prodigious need to rear its head in the middle of the night, and that, while I’ll certainly attempt not to disturb my husband’s sleep while I’m dutifully servicing that need, I cannot guarantee that result whatsoever. This bull is particularly thick, and I do tend to scream his name on occasion; especially so when he’s having his way with me from behind. So if sleep is something he’ll be prioritizing while we’re in Vegas, I’ve made it clear that he may want to consider booking his own room on a different floor. Third, there may be occasions that my bull and I will prefer some intimate times to ourselves, regardless of hubby’s preferences at the moment. There are just certain things, such as enjoying my exquisitely tight bottom, that this bull prefers to do without hubby’s presence. So my husband needs to be respectful of these times and take his leave to pool bar like a good boy when requested to do so. He also needs to trust that I’ll most certainly alert him when he’s welcome to return. To that end, I’ve reminded him that anal’s something that I rarely if ever orgasm from, so getting his talented lips and tongue back to the room ASAP will certainly be one of my higher priorities in the moment. And finally, I’ve warned him that he may be required to wear his cage when directed. That decision will be entirely up to our bull, so he just needs to be ready to suit up on the off chance that that rule goes into effect The bottom line is that I want my husband to enjoy this trip as much humanly possible, and I truly believe that giving him some ground rules to think about ahead of time will get his head in the best “cuck space” possible, which will most definitely be for everybody’s benefit. Especially his. Thanks for letting me vent. More on the solstice party tomorrow!!