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My husband wanted me to sleep with a black man. My bull wanted me to sleep with other black men. I did what they wanted with no complaints. I may not be complaining, but when do I get to do something just for myself?

When I met Oakley, I was a newly-promoted detective, the youngest in LAPD history. She was a rookie cop, stuck impersonating a hooker to catch johns for the Vice Squad. I had to admit, she looked good in her role. Too good. So I asked her out, liked what I learned about her and wound up marrying her. To the surprise of everyone who knew us. But only I knew the truth about her. Until she turned the tables on me.

My wife Allie has taken a bull. Or, I should say, he’s taken her. And he’s got some very specific ideas about what it means to be a true cuckold. I’ve been a fan of interracial cuckolding my entire adult life. Now, I’m realizing just what that really means.

The Newbie “I was too nervous to sit still but too desperate to leave.” I wasn’t miserable in my ten-year marriage but I wasn’t exactly happy, either. When I confided as much to my neighbor, I discovered a secret that rocked my world. Some of my best friends were members of the secret White Hot Wives Club and had been for years without telling me. But now that I knew, I was determined to take full advantage of all the perks that came with membership, including the effect it might have on my husband.

“I need to feel used again,” my sensual wife said to me. Madison was my secretary until I married her last year. From the day I hired her I found her irresistible, and she knew it. I suspected she was a golddigger, but I have plenty of gold, so why not? What I didn’t know was how dirty she was willing to get while digging. Until she showed me and blew me away. Which changed everything.

What is a perfect cuckold? My husband. Perfect for me, at least, and isn’t that all that matters? Well, no, not really. But it’s a start. A very good one at that. So, let me tell you my story…

I met my future husband over Words with Friends back when that was a thing. What I didn’t realize was that he lived almost 5000 miles away from my home in London. But when we finally met in person after a 3-year long-distance friendship. It wasn’t quite love at first sight, but close. So I moved to Houston and married him.

Lexi, my second wife, is everything my first wife was not, which thrills me no end. She's gorgeous, petite, fun-loving, uninhibited, and adventurous. So adventurous. So when her brunch crew began to discuss the new club one of them joined, Lexi was all in. And the next thing I know, we're all in. Which blows me away.

When my wife’s new BFF talked her into trying her hand at writing erotica, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. As long as I could convince Allie to write about my favorite kind of smut - hotwives and their cuckolds. Which, miraculously, I managed to pull off.

I am a trophy husband. No joke, but sometimes it does seem funny when I say it out loud. And sometimes, it doesn’t seem funny at all. But don’t feel sorry for me - I’m married to one of the most beautiful women in the world. She’s on a list. Just keep in mind that for every beautiful woman you see, there’s a man who got tired of her. And vice versa, too.

When Grace gets invited to an ‘experience’ south of the Mason-Dixon line, she’s more than a bit skeptical. She’s never visited the Confederate States of America in her life. But when her best friend talks her into going, she gets cautiously excited. It’s supposed to be a fun, enlightening experience, the likes of which she’s never contemplated.

After ten years together I thought I knew my husband. I was wrong. Out of the blue, he surprised the hell out of me one night. He wanted me to open myself up to possibilities I never knew existed, not for a married woman. He explained about another lifestyle, another way of being married, another way of enjoying sex. Hotwife. He told me what he wanted, but he asked me what I would consider. We talked about so many things—how to start, what would change, and most importantly, what wouldn’t change.

We're all crazy in our own way. When I met my new neighbor I never dreamed she would be such a bad influence on me. But she was. She taught me things I never knew about myself. Things I had no idea even existed. Things I never even fantasized about. Until one day...

Since we moved to my husband’s boyhood home in the country, I’ve struggled to come to grips with my new life as a tenant farmer's wife. It’s not that I didn’t know what Taylor wanted to do with his life, I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon after we got married.

I took to the club Marlon introduced me to like a duck takes to water. And everything that went on there. Everything. Too soon though, it wasn’t enough. So we moved on to bigger and better things. The biggest and the best things.

I doubted my husband when he told me I should give myself to another man. I was shocked at how much I loved it when it finally happened.

What is a perfect cuckold? My husband. Perfect for me, at least, and isn’t that all that matters? Well, no, not really. But it’s a start. A very good one at that. So, let me tell you my story....

My name is Fiona and this is the story of how my husband turned me into a BBC slut. Now I know what you’re thinking and no, I don’t mean a Big Black Cock slut, although that’s sort of true, too. What I’m talking about is the Black Bull Club. It’s a secret club of black men who act as bulls for hot wives and their cuckolds. I am a hotwife. My husband Mason is a cuckold. Lamar is my bull. This is my story.

Grace’s life in the Anderson household is predictable and painful but not without merit. She is one of five slaves owned and stabled on the beautiful, sprawling estate. She’s well-fed, housed, even allowed to be intimate with other slaves. But she knows her best friend is nearby. She saw her on the street.

After almost six months as a very active member of the White Hot Wives Club, I noticed something was missing. Although hundreds of men belonged to the club and dozens wanted to be with me, all of them were white. I’ve never been with a black man before but the Club had so changed my attitude toward sex that I’m ready for anything.