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.

“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.

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.

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.

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. If I wanted it.

Part 1 - What is happening at the Penthouse Hotel? When Emily's husband suggested they visit the Hotel to find out, neither of them realize their life together was about to change. Their introduction to high-end prostitution, cuckolding, interracial relationships, and domination would be overwhelming, irresistible, and erotically intoxicating.

I didn't know what to expect when my editor ordered me to do a story about Club-sub. My boyfriend was all for it. But I never thought of myself as submissive and I didn't get chastity belts. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why indeed.

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...

Peg Shaw should be happy. Her husband Braden loves her and she loves him. They have a good life together and she knows he'd do anything for her–he already has. The freedom he gave her was more than any woman could ever want, or expect. He is truly extraordinary. So why is she so restless? And anxious to get back to the life she left behind? A life she thought was over, a life she tried to forget, but couldn't.

“You just make it known that you’re open to a little familiarity,” my boss told me when he hired me. Looking back, I realize that’s where all this started. I was the bait, the lure, the unattainable prize. Until I wasn’t so unattainable after all. From there, it was a direct descent to where I am now. A married woman, a hotwife, an escort. It’s a journey I’m still on. And loving every minute of it.