Three Bulls, One Night: My Ultimate Hotwife Surrender

One night. Three bulls. My husband watched as I gave myself completely - their favorite married plaything.

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What began as a simple wives’ gathering quickly spiraled into my wildest fantasy and deepest surrender. Under my husband’s watchful gaze, three insatiable bulls took turns owning me — devouring every inch of my body with rough, hungry desire. Each stolen glance, every moan, pushed me further beyond limits I never thought I’d cross. This wasn’t just pleasure — it was a revelation. A night where I lost control and found freedom in being shared completely.

If you crave raw passion, taboo voyeurism, and the electric thrill of consensual surrender, this story is your ultimate escape.

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“Alright, ladies, I think we’re just about ready to get this party started!” Samantha’s voice rang out with an excited trill.

Even though it was my best friend hosting this Wives Appreciation gathering at her lavish McMansion palace, I couldn’t resist shooting Kristen a sideways grin from beside her on the plush sectional.

“Does Marcus know he’s basically just supplied the opening act for whatever X-rated shitshow you three have cooked up tonight?” I asked in a conspiratorial murmur.

Kristen’s cherry-red lips curled into a wicked smile as she smoothed her hands over her tight pencil skirt. At 34 years old, my gorgeous blonde bombshell of a bestie could still make any man powerless with that deadly combination of curves, confidence, and playful naughtiness.

“Oh honey, I think the gaggle of entertainment lined up is going to make poor Marcus the least of our hubby’s concerns by morning,” she said, eyeing me with a mischievous glint.

On her other side, Paula — the petite brunette vixen of our clique — let out a throaty giggle and tossed back the last of her mimosa. “Just be happy Luke and the other good cuck boys are invested in keeping their spoiled wives nice and sexually satisfied. Shit’s about to get wild!”

Right on cue, Samantha clapped her manicured hands together, and the study door swung open, revealing Marcus along with Luke, Paula’s devoted sub-hubby. And right behind them strode… Jessy.

The familiar, affable smile of my longtime friend and hairstylist in no way prepared me for the sculpted man muscling through the door behind him. I was pretty sure my jaw wasn’t the only one hanging open as Jessy ushered the tall, ripped stud further into the room.

“Ladies! You all know my boy Josh, right?” Jessy asked with a grin far too casual for the sudden tension rippling through the air. “Well, turns out our friendly little pussy party had him feeling a bit… overqualified to handle you depraved size queens all on his own.”

With that, he gestured to the side, where two more suspiciously large, intimidating shapes had just squeezed through the doorway after Josh. One was a towering slab of caramel-skinned muscle with wiry curves of tribal tattoos snaking up his bulging arms and neck. The other, a cocky, smirking jock of a guy with thick, powerful thighs straining at his khaki shorts.

My eyes immediately snapped over to Marcus beside me on the couch, searching for his expression. To my surprise, there wasn’t a hint of shock or panic as he scanned over the three studs now looming over the gathering — just the tiniest crease of intensity as he licked over his full lips.

Whatever kinky, wife-sharing bonanza Samantha and her husband had cooked up, it was clearly no spur-of-the-moment revelation to him. Luke, too, was watching the entire scene unfold with dark, hooded eyes and a visible tenting at the front of his slacks.

Kristen’s warm breath tickled my ear as she leaned in with a conspiratorial murmur. “Forget trying to play it coy now, you filthy little slut. We both know that tight married pussy has been aching for a night like this.”

Unable to tear my widened gaze from the veritable buffet of male prowess filling the study, I felt a hot blush creeping up my chest. Because Kristen wasn’t wrong — the thought of entertaining not one, but multiple thick, demanding cocks for the evening had my lingerie already dampening with wanton need.

This was the kind of raw, unrestrained depravity that still made my inner romantic squirm, even as the nasty girl deep down shamelessly craved being overwhelmed and claimed by such undeniable alpha presences. To have my boundaries utterly dissolved and my slutty side indulged with Kristen and the girls egging me on…

“Oh fuck, you know me too well…” I rasped out, cunt clenching needily as Josh began to prowl closer in our direction. “I’m going to be such a messy, throbbing set of fuckholes for your boys before this night is over, aren’t I?”