Little bit about me: I’m a rather quiet girl if you don’t know me well. I grew up in a conservative household, first-generation Indian in Canada (located near Toronto), aged 24, never really explored sexually growing up and my fiancé is the only man I’ve ever been with. I wasn’t exactly hesitant about trying out the hotwife thing but my fiancé and I did want to make sure that the first experience would be with someone we both felt comfortable with. We planned for August 2024 to be the first time we indulge when we visit NYC but… thing’s changed.

Thank you to u/HungNYCExecutive for initiating this lifestyle for my fiancé and I and for coming all the way up to Toronto just for me <3. My Mr. Bull was everything I wanted - older, hung, charming, sexy and his salt and pepper beard was the perfect touch for my older man kink. When he first reached out in March on Reddit I told him let’s re-connect in July since my fiancé and I had the trip to NYC planned for August. However, the idea of being made love to by a man like him was clouding my mind from getting anything else done, so I messaged back two days after asking if we could connect earlier. I needed to know more about this man who seemed to embody every fantasy my fiancé and I had ever whispered about. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made, in hindsight.

He was everything I imagined and more... His dirty, kinky messages and the pictures of his thick perfect cock had me wetter than ever making me lust for him more and more everyday we texted. We would video call and he would make me do naughty things for him on camera ordering me around like his little slut. I went to my engagement shoot with my pussy wet the entire time thinking of this man. My fiancé angsty from how wet Mr. Bull was keeping me those days. It would have been a very long wait until August… and it became clear neither one of us could make it that long. It took about 2 weeks until we decided to arrange a meet up early April in Toronto.

As I approached the hotel, I had so many emotions. I was nervous.. but equally as horny and excited thinking about the forbidden acts I was about to perform with this man the next couple days. When I saw him… I had butterflies and fuck, I couldn’t help but become extremely shy and awkward. He looked even better in person. He gave me a kiss on the cheek to greet me and I could feel my pussy throb when he touched me and whenever we made eye contact in the elevator. We got up to the rooms, and decided to meet later for dinner once my fiancé had arrived.

An hour or so later, he came into our hotel room so we could do some quick introductions before dinner. He and I sat on the couch while my fiancé sat in the chair across from us. I was shy as fuck. I couldn’t speak, only smile. Just responded with nods, smiles and "mhm"s. After some brief talking, he started unbuttoning my cardigan to reveal the cut-out top I had worn for him. I told him I wore no panties and no bra as per his “No Panties" Rule. He said he wanted to make sure so he stood me up in front of him, pulled down my pants and started feeling my ass with his hands. He asked if I wanted to see his cock, and I said yes. He pulled it out and there it was. The perfect thick cock I had been dreaming about getting railed by for the past 3 weeks. It was so much larger than I expected. I couldn’t believe it. My hands were too small to wrap around it and I loved how small they looked on his cock. At that point I was ready to be his little slut so I got on my knees in front of him on the couch started kissing his cock and sucking on his balls. Just taking in the size of it all in my little hands and mouth.

He eventually guided me to the bed, bent me over and slid his thick cock into my wet, waiting pussy. I moaned as he put it into my tight pussy, stretching it to new lengths. Finally, the moment I was craving. I could feel my tight pussy gripping around his thick cock and with every slow thrust he gave me, I moaned louder and louder from pleasure. After giving my pussy a taste, he told me he wanted me to taste myself on his cock. I got down on my knees as he stood in front of me and started sucking like a starved slut. He asked me if it’s the best cock I’ve ever had while he shoved it into my mouth and told me to look at my fiancé so my fiancé would know too. He would hold my head and thrust his cock to the back of my throat making me choke and gag. My eyes watering but I was loving every second of it.

Back on the bed, he started by fucking me on my back with slow strokes, deliberately teasing me knowing how badly I was in need of a proper hard fucking. I’m not a loud girl, but I’m pretty sure the entire hotel floor could hear me screaming things like, "Ohhh yes, Daddy!" when he started using me like his fuck-doll. I was loving every second of it and couldn’t care less what people thought. In between, he fed me some of his sweet pre-cum nectar to taste and it was fucking delicious. At some point he gave me a nice hard slap on my ass, which left a bright red handprint for afterwards (featured on my page).

After dinner, we fucked again. We started with 69 while I gave my fiancé dirty, sly smiles with Mr. Bull’s thick cock stuffed in my mouth, then followed it with a mix of rough and slow love-making sex. Before he retired back to his room for the night, he gave me his extra keycard and told me to visit later if I wanted. Of course I had to take up the offer. I wanted to get as much of him as possible while he was here. Once my fiancé went to shower and brush, I snuck into his room where he lay asleep. I climbed into his bed, got on top of him, pulled his boxers down and started sucking, instantly getting him hard. He grabbed me by the arms and laid me next to him to spoon me. He pulled down my panties and shoved his thick cock into me from behind holding me close in his arms as he pumped a load into my fertile womb. I went back to my room leaking his cum just as my fiancé was exiting the bathroom and my naughty smile gave away where I had just gone. Later as I was falling asleep and cuddling my fiancé, I could still feel my Bull’s cum dripping out of my pussy.

The next day, there was more fucking (no surprise). He fucked me rough in every position. Slapping my ass and breasts. Pinching my nipples. Gripping me by the throat with his huge hands. Fucking me with his hand over my mouth to mute my screams as he drilled me rough from behind. Even suffocating me under the hotel bed pillows while pounding the daylights out of me. At some point I was bouncing on him on the hotel room couch and he gave me a slap on my face while looking dead-straight into my eyes. Turned me on so fucking much.

Before he left the third day, he gave me one last load deep in my pussy before he had to catch his flight. My pussy took a couple days to recover from being used and stretched by his thick cock. I absolutely loved all the dirty, kinky sex we had those three days. Never considered myself the type to enjoy rough sex prior to this but I guess it takes the right experience with the right person. The experience was so worth it and it still feels unreal that it happened. I don’t know when I’ll see him again, but I cannot fucking wait for the next time, Mr. Bull.