I tapped on the open wooden door to a small service room at the spa entrance. The woman we'd already argued with looked surly so I steeled myself for another row.
"Excuse me."
"What is it?"
"My husband wants a word, please."
"Has he come to his senses about you enjoying yourself with a bull while he watches?"
"He's no wimp so I'd be careful if I were you. If Karl feels that you're being discourteous, he'll tear down this hotel, find the manager and make sure you're fired."
She studied him with a keen eye and shifting demeanor, admiring the man I loved. His strained, rippling muscles were impressive by any bodybuilder's standard.
Karl's cock was larger than average as well and I noticed her eyes became quickly drawn to it now that he was aroused and it was sticking out.
"I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect. Our spa rules are in place to protect everyone. What can I do for you, Sir?"
"After my wife cuckolds me, am I allowed to clean her?"
She looked impressed and smiled like a midwife who just delivered her one-hundredth baby, but then her eyes narrowed and she frowned.
"Will your wife's bull ejaculate inside her or outside?"
"I think inside. As he and she wish."
"Good boy... oh, and is she also on birth control?"
"Yes."
"Then yes, feel free to watch, masturbate, and cum in a tissue, then lick your Hotwife clean."
I was dripping pussy juices down both thighs and trembling like a leaf in high winds, wanting to run off and find a big, juicy cock on which I could impale myself.
The attendant looked excited as well, enthusiastically ripping half a dozen tissues from a box. When she glanced down at my husband's cock, a lewd expression crossed her face and she pulled six more, smiling as she passed them over to him.
"If you need more please help yourself but that should be enough for the first bull."
First fucking bull?
Karl took my hand and led us back into the main spa room with its twenty-meter pool, two hot tubs, large infrared bed, and many seating and lounging areas.
A couple using two sun loungers that were separated a foot apart were holding hands across the gap while a bull fucked the Hotwife missionary style. A rampant fuck buddy with an enormous, creamy cock, prised the wife's ass cheeks wide open while a helpful husband gripped one ankle with his spare hand, while a spa technician helped spread the other apart.
"He looks almost proud of his wife, Karl."
"I will feel the same while watching some guy adore fucking you, Avery."
"Jesus, you've changed your tune quickly."
"I dunno... something has gotten into me."
"Are you sure you don't mind something getting inside me, husband?"
Karl stopped in his tracks, halfway down the swimming pool, just twenty meters from a massive infra-red lounging bed. He turned to face me, smiled nervously, then pulled me close, dangerously prodding my pussy with his stiff cock.
"She's watching us, Karl, please be careful because I really want to have another guy fuck me while you watch."
"That's what I wanted to say, Avery. I really want this cuckolding too and if you see the guy lying on that bed, I can tell you he has a much bigger cock than mine."
"How do you know?"
"I saw him in the toilets. He waved his cock at me and asked if my wife might like to enjoy it while I watched."
"Fucking hell, he's already primed to fuck me, then?"
"Yes."
"He looks nice and has a great body. It's not as good as yours but if his cock is bigger, he'd be a great start."
"Yeah. Don't forget my request please, Avery."
"Don't worry hun. As soon as he squirts baby-making juice inside me, I'll roll right onto your face and then I'm all yours."
"Do you want him to fuck you?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Okay, let's go."
"You ask him to fuck me please, Karl."
All my husband's nerves had vanished and he almost sprinted across to the man, having a hushed conversation with him, while pointing at me. I joined Karl, smiling lasciviously at the man with a bigger cock than my husband.
A small crowd of people ambled over, appearing from nowhere, remaining almost inconspicuously on the periphery of our fantasy that was about to become very real kinky play.
I could tell our foreplay was something they were very all very familiar with and that drew them in. I felt a tickle in my womb as men and women pointed at me, then at my bull, who had fully reared up with an enormous, gnarly cock.
One woman made a fucking sign using the forefinger from one hand, plunging it deep into the hole made by a thumb and finger on the other hand.
I nodded yes, as a confirmation that I was about to be fucked by the bull and she gave me a thumbs up, grinning like I was a very lucky girl.
"His name is-."
"Please don't tell me, Karl."
"Why not?"
"I've never been fucked by a guy whose name I couldn't remember. Just this once I'd like to be a complete fucking slut."
"Okay, that works for me too. He's asked if I'll sit behind you with your head in my lap, holding both your ankles."
A woman from the crowd raised her hand and coughed. I stared agog, with my jaw wide open when she stepped forward to explain herself. My heart was pumping like a steam train and my eyes tracked every face simultaneously.