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Kaitlyn's black bull Tyrell loves that she still hates entertaining black men, so he ups the ante. He also relishes tormenting Kaitlyn and Carson. As an experienced bull, he knows just what buttons to push and how hard to push them.

Now that we’ve moved to LA where my wife’s bull lives, things are heating up. He’s dominating her almost as hard as she’s cucking me. I hate it, but I love it, too. And I wonder how far it will go. How far we will take this.

Once Leila flew from London to join our unusual family in Texas. She has taken to whoring like a fish takes to water. But she wonders if we’re being taken advantage of. I’ve been wondering the same thing.

During her year of moonlighting as a "hospitality specialist" at the Penthouse Hotel, USC film student Kaitlyn politely declined entertaining black men. Even when Tyrell, a handsome and well-connected black man offered to help her show business ambitions, she respectfully refused his advances. But when her new boyfriend Carson told her of his fascination with interracial sex, he unleashed an unexpected torrent of conflicting emotions and desires that set all three of them on a collision course of lust and betrayal.

Destiny has spent six months looking for her best friend in the New Confederacy. The friend she unwittingly trapped in their system of human bondage. But as soon as she found her friend, it all went south for her. Now she finds herself trapped in the same system. One she now knows all too well.

When Grace is shipped off to the Clayton plantation in Alabama, she finds her circumstances have changed dramatically. In some ways better but in other ways, worse. At least until things change again. In a shocking turn of events. Even for Grace.

I never would have believed there could be too much of a good thing. Until it happened to me. Two men, two exciting careers, too much. So I’m calling for reinforcements. Luckily, I know just who to call.

Five hotwives, five cuckolds, five black bulls.

The effect I have on men scares me. So over the years, I’ve kept my distance. But since my husband encouraged me to become a hotwife, I’ve changed. First, I took on a bull. Then, I joined the Black Bull Club with four other hotwives. It’s been an unnerving experience, to say the least. Especially when each of the other hotwives in our Club had their very own ‘special party’. Now they tell me that it’s my turn. But what they don’t know is the effect I have on men. Their men.

Once I reconnected with Bettie, I was in heaven. I’d never had a girlfriend like her and I was over the moon about it. That should have been enough. But it wasn’t. Not just because I wanted more, although I did want more. I never would have considered what came to pass unless Bette wanted it too. Did she really want it, though? Or was she just telling me what she thought I wanted to hear?

My wife Sloane is trying to motivate me. I know she means well but I wish she'd stop. Or try something a little more conventional. But conventional is not what she does. Never has, never will. For better and for worse. Until death do us part.

When Marqel, my bull, invited me to dinner to meet his business partner, I wondered what he wasn’t telling me. Marqel is big in the financial industry here in Charlotte and I couldn’t imagine his motivation. But once I met Calvin, his partner, I didn’t care. As the saying goes, that man can have his way with me. Little did I know how prophetic those words would turn out to be.

When my first bull lost me to another bull, I was fine with it. I needed a change. But the unintended consequences of that change were big. Really big. My husband refused to go along with the change. Now I’m trying to get him back to where I need him to be. All while adjusting to my new bull’s demands. Demands I never saw coming. Demands that rock my world.

I can’t say for sure that I adopted my rescue dog so I had an excuse to see Bettie at the dog park again. But if I’m being honest with you, or myself, that was definitely part of the reason I did. So when I ran into her after just a week of trekking uptown to our old haunt with my new mutt, I was thrilled to see her again. Even better, she seemed happy to see me, too.

My husband wanted me to sleep with a black man. My bull wanted me to sleep with other black men. I did what they wanted with no complaints. I may not be complaining, but when do I get to do something just for myself?

I took to the club Marlon introduced me to like a duck takes to water. And everything that went on there. Everything. Too soon though, it wasn’t enough. So we moved on to bigger and better things. The biggest and the best things.

~Brandon~What kind of idiot pushes the woman of his dreams into another man’s arms and bed? How stupid do you have to be to encourage that man to think he’s in charge? Why in the world would the woman you love do exactly what you’re asking her to do? When everyone knows it’s all going to end badly. ~Mattie~I love my husband more each day, but I can’t live without my bull. Good thing we’re all on the same page. Or so it seems. For now.

I lusted after Mattie from a distance for years, never thinking I had a chance with her. Then I broke out of the friend-zone and, against all odds, I married her. When she turned out to be even kinkier than I was, I knew I didn’t deserve her. So I set about trying to prove it. And I almost did.

A fancy hotel ballroom. A dozen beautiful socialite hotwives. A dozen black bulls. A dozen caged cuckolds. A night to remember. Schyler and Mark continue to provoke each other to new depths of erotic challenges. Their spiraling desires threaten to destroy them.

Now that Leila is married to Marlon and we’ve been approved by Rodney Morrow. We’re ready to begin our foray into high-end escorting. Which is, or so we’ve been told, so different from what we’ve been doing. For so much more money. And fun.