Kristin lay naked on the tattoo parlor chair, heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear. She glanced over at Maria, also naked, bent over the chair, getting her own brand above her big beautiful ass on the small over her back.
They had come so far in the last few months, Kristin thought. She remembered the day Maria first confessed she and Ron had opened up their marriage, how it had lit a spark in Kristin she thought had been extinguished long ago. She thought of her first date with a black bull, how he had stretched and filled her in ways Ryan never could. Most of all, she thought of the growing hunger within her, the craving for more, for bigger, for rougher. For a life free of restraint.
"You ready, girl?" The tattoo artist asked, needle buzzing. Kristin took a deep breath and nodded.
The needle pierced her flesh and she gasped, the pain sharp yet pleasurable. She looked down, watching as the spade symbol took shape above her bare, hairless pussy. A symbol of her commitment to this new life. To embracing her desires. To being a hotwife...
Later that night Kristin admired her reflection in the full-length mirror, turning this way and that to check how the clingy red dress hugged her curvy hips and ample breasts.
"You look smoking hot, girl," Maria said from behind her. Kristin's younger sister wore an equally revealing black mini dress that showed off her round butt and long legs.
"So do you," Kristin said. She felt a familiar rush of nervous excitement, the thrill of the forbidden. Tonight they were meeting two new black bulls, men who would use them for their pleasure.
Kristin slid on a pair of red stilettos that made her calves look toned and trim. She tousled her hair, letting the dark curls tumble around her shoulders.
Maria approached with a tube of deep red lipstick. "Here, this will make your lips look succulent and swollen after they've been kissed."
Kristin obediently parted her lips, allowing Maria to apply the lipstick with a practiced hand. Their eyes met in the mirror, shadows of guilt and anticipation swirling in their depths.
"Do you think they'll like us?" Maria asked softly. She sounded as nervous as Kristin felt.
"Of course," Kristin said. "How could they not?"
Still, a flutter of anxiety persisted in her belly. They had met strangers from the internet before, but each time felt like another roll of the dice.
Kristin took a steadying breath, feeling the confines of her dress and the pinch of her heels ground her in the moment. She thought of the rawness of being taken by two black bulls at once, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her body, their cocks stretching and filling her, and the anxiety dissolved into molten need.
"I'm ready," she said, voice husky with arousal.
Maria's eyes gleamed with lust. "Me too. This is going to be a fun night."
As Maria and Kristin walked down the hallway towards the living room, they heard the front door open.
"Ron?" Maria called out in surprise. Her husband wasn't supposed to be home for hours.
Ron appeared in the entrance, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of his wife and sister-in-law. Maria was dressed in a scarlet corset and matching thigh-high stockings, accentuating her ample curves. Kristin wore a tight black dress that ended mid-thigh, showing off her caramel legs.
"Going somewhere?" Ron asked, his voice rough with lust. His gaze traveled over their bodies in a slow, appreciative sweep.
"We have plans," Maria said. She strode over to her husband and stroked his chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch. "But I think we can make some time for you first."
Ron's hands settled on Maria's hips, pulling her against his hardness. "Is that so?" His eyes flicked to Kristin, a silent invitation in their depths.
Kristin's heart raced as she moved to join them. Ron's desire was evident in the tenting of his jeans, and the thought of that thick cock stretching her sent a throb of need between her legs.
"We were getting ready for our dates, but this seems more...enticing," Kristin purred, running a hand down Ron's chest to cup his erection.
Ron groaned, gripping their hips to grind against them.
"Why don't you take care of this before you go?"
Maria and Kristin exchanged a heated look, desire pulsing in the air between them. Tonight was turning out even better than they had planned.
"It would be our pleasure," Maria said, dropping to her knees to unzip Ron's jeans.
Kristin joined Maria on her knees, eager to taste Ron's cock. He was already fully hard, thick and veined, the tip glistening with precum.
Kristin licked her lips. "So big," she breathed, wrapping a hand around the base.
"All for you," Ron growled, fisting a hand in each of their hair.
Maria sucked the head into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she took him deep. Kristin followed, licking and sucking his heavy balls into her mouth.
Ron groaned, guiding their mouths along his shaft. The sight of them together, lips and tongues greedy for his cock, nearly undid him.
"Enough," he said hoarsely. "I need to be inside you."
He nudged them back and Kristin scrambled to her feet, heart pounding. She needed to feel him fill her, claim her, own her completely.
Ron hitched her dress up to bare her ass, staring at the fresh tattoo marking her as a slut. He ran a reverent finger over the ink, sending a shock of pleasure through her.
"So perfect," he breathed, and thrust into her without warning, burying himself to the hilt.
Kristin cried out at the sudden invasion, clenching around his girth. Ron gripped her hips, pulling back slowly only to slam home again.
"Please," she sobbed, bracing her hands on the wall.
Maria slid under them, taking Kristin's clit between her lips. Kristin shuddered at the dual sensations, trapped between Ron's pounding cock and Maria's clever tongue.
The coil of heat in her belly wound tighter and tighter until it snapped, pleasure crashing over her in waves. Through the haze of her orgasm she felt Ron swell and pulse inside her, filling her with his release in hot spurts.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and sated. Kristin nuzzled into Ron's neck, utterly content. She had found everything she needed right here.
Kristin sighed in bliss as Ron wrapped his arms around her, still nestled deep inside her ass. The fullness felt incredible, the slight ache only intensifying her pleasure.
Maria curled up against her back, fingers tracing lazy circles over her hips. Kristin purred, utterly content sandwiched between them.
The three of them stayed like that for long, languid minutes, simply enjoying each other's warmth and closeness. Kristin felt more at peace than she had in years.
Ron stirred first, hands sliding down to grip Kristin's hips. He rocked gently, sending a spark of renewed arousal through her. She moaned, pushing back to meet his slow, deep thrusts.
"Again?" Maria whispered, nipping at Kristin's ear. Her fingers drifted lower, circling Kristin's clit in time with Ron's movements.
"Yes," Kristin gasped. The fire in her belly reignited, burning hotter with each stroke of Ron's cock and twist of Maria's fingers.
Ron's breath quickened against her neck, his grip tightening on her hips. Maria rubbed harder, faster, until Kristin shattered with a cry. Ron groaned, pulling out and spurting his seed onto her pussy and Maria's moving fingers. Maria rubbing her husbands cum into her sisters smooth mound as Ron thrust back into Kristin's spasming hole.
For long minutes they stayed motionless, simply breathing each other in. Eventually Ron slipped free with a wet sound, leaving Kristin's ass gaping and empty. She whimpered at the loss until Maria eased two fingers into her, slowly pumping.
"We should get cleaned up," Maria said, though she made no move to withdraw her fingers.
Ron's head jerked up, eyes narrowing at the closed bedroom door. The faint creak of a floorboard in the hall caught his ear, shattering the peaceful afterglow.
He slid from the bed, grabbing his boxers on the way to the door. "Did you hear that?"
The sisters exchanged a glance, Maria's fingers stilling inside Kristin. "Hear what?"
***
Ryan stood outside the bedroom door, listening to the moans and whimpers within. His cock strained against its cage, dripping pre-cum that only added to his frustration. His fingers kneading his plump, panty-clad ass. His cock strained against its cage.
He was perpetually horny these days, his mind and body feminized by the hormones Maria had put him on. His breasts had started to develop, his hips widening, and he lived in a haze of need and submission.
Ron's cock pounding into his sissy boipussy was the only relief, his humiliation and arousal peaking as he was used for Ron's pleasure. He craved it almost as much as his wife craved her bulls, his thoughts consumed by cock and cum.
The door jerked open, and Ryan whimpered at the sight of Ron's hard, glistening cock. "On your knees, puta," Ron growled, grabbing Ryan by his curly wig.
Ryan dropped to his knees, mouthing at Ron's cock eagerly. His lips stretched around the thick shaft, sucking and slurping as he took it deeper.
Ron fisted his hands in Ryan's wig and started fucking his mouth, groaning. "That's it, bitch. Milk my cock with that sissy mouth."
Ryan moaned around the cock pistoning in his mouth, tears blurring his vision. He was drowning in bliss, his pussy dripping in anticipation of being filled and claimed.
Ron yanked his mouth off his cock, dragging him into the bedroom by his wig. Maria and Kristin were seated on the bed, naked and watching with lustful gazes.
"Gonna fuck this horny puta in front of you," Ron said, shoving Ryan face first onto the bed. "Then you can watch me fill her up with my cum."
Ryan wailed, his hips grinding against the bed. Nothing could match the pleasure and humiliation of being used as Ron's sissy fucktoy in front of his wife and her sister.
