I am often asked how I became a bull. How I got into this. How I got my start. I'll be honest... it wasn't intentional. I am very fit. Workout a lot. In the gym 4-5 days a week. I noticed a neighbor of mine who is exceptionally hot who was often in the gym at the same time.

Great body. Brunette. Incredibly fit. Fake breasts. Just a complete MILF.

We exchanged hellos, often.

I noted that she was giving me energy. Her husband was short. He sometimes worked out with her. But it was a running joke in the gym that there's no way he was enough for her. She is exceptional. I can't overstate that.

Anyway... great energy between us.

Eventually she began confiding in me that she was a freak in bed. Her husband was not. She asked me about my sexual exploits and joked about the younger, hot women she sometimes saw me with. Also, because I'm Italian, she wondered if I had a big dick. I told her I did. It's true. 8.75 inches. Thick. Truth is, I wanted her, too... eye fucked her... fantasized about her sometimes... and ultimately decided that there was no harm in being her sexual fuck master if she could ever get her husband to go for it.
He tried to befriend me.

It was obvious he was concerned about me. He should have been. His wife was horny for me. We were confiding in each other. So he was pulling her close and trying to keep me there, too. One week, with him away on business, it finally happened. She ended up in bed with me at my place. It was ravenous. She skews submissive and I'm dominant sexually. It was the best sex of her life. She had multiple orgasms and immediately began to refer to me as "my favorite" in passing at the gym.

We were fucking behind his back.

A lot.

Like, 3-4 times a week over several months. We'd fuck mostly at my place. She'd lose her mind in bed. I did things with her that she'd never done. And she worked hard to please me. Very hard. Again, she's stunning. A 10. And I sort of rationalized that I was helping their relationship by satisfying her sexually and emotionally.

Bad, I know.

Again, I might have done some things differently if I were perfect. But I'm not. I'm confident, attractive, hung, younger than her... successful professionally... I continued to fuck other single women, but fell into a hot, steamy, ravenous, primal sexual relationship with this MILF.

Eventually... the husband found out that she spent a weekend out of town with me. She'd pretended she was with a friend, but he saw the friend. The whole thing unraveled. It was messy. I felt terrible. But he had an interesting reaction with me... he didn't blame me. In fact, he got coffee with me and just asked me a lot of intimate questions about his wife. He was curious about her sexually. What we did. Where we fucked. I sensed that on some level it probably turned him on. So I began to share with him some of the details... videos of her deep throating me... riding me... and he was blown away because he didn't know this person sexually. Like, he was mind blown... thinking of how sexually expressive she was with me. How turned on she was. Frankly, how dirty she was in bed with me.

She was just an absolute slut with me.

In the best way.

He told me, "You fuck her better than I do."

There was a transfer of power in that statement. Their relationship was in turmoil. He knew he couldn't keep her. So I told him it really wasn't emotional for me. That it was strictly sexual. On our 3rd or 4th coffee meeting... he joked that he might be OK with me continuing to fuck her as long as he felt like he was aware.

I agreed that was not a bad thing.

What ensued over the next year was amazing. He gave sexual control to me. Just handed it over. There's power in that. His wife would drop in at my place during the day.... while he was at work... and I would rail her. Just re-arrange her guts. Own her. Open her to fantasies she didn't even know she had (public sex, FMF sex, etc.) and we sometimes traveled. She eventually introduced me to one of her closest MILF friends... after bragging about fucking me... and I began enjoying them both regularly.

I still see the husband sometimes.

I still fuck his wife.

He knows I fuck her better than he does. She tells him that I am her favorite. There's power in that for him. For me, too. But it works. Do I condone cheating? No. It could have gone horrible wrong for them and me. But this one worked out. I think he always knew, down deep, that he was not enough for his wife.

Lucky for him, I am.

I get asked all the time how I got started in this lifestyle. That's it.