Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

[Sigan007]

My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

**Husband (Arjun)**: 30 years old. Strong, well-built (gym body), good job, dominant in daily life but has an **intense hidden cuckold fantasy** ?. He loves his wife deeply but gets massively turned on by the thought of her being taken by other men.

**Wife (Meera)**: 26 years old, 5'2", 52-55 kg, **extreme hourglass figure**, long straight black hair flowing well below her waist, gorgeous glamorous face. Starts **reluctant and shy**, comes from a **semi-conservative town background**. Slowly gets corrupted and addicted as the story progresses.

**Title: My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife**

### Chapter 1: The Wedding and First Night

The grand hall in Coimbatore was decorated with fresh flowers and bright lights. It was a traditional Tamil wedding, exactly what Meera’s family had wanted. Arjun stood tall in his cream and gold sherwani, his broad shoulders and gym-honed physique filling the outfit perfectly. At 30, he was successful — a senior manager in a reputed IT company with a good salary, well-respected by both families. Everyone praised him as the ideal groom: responsible, strong, and loving.

Meera walked down the aisle in a heavily embroidered red and gold Kanjeevaram saree, her head slightly bowed in traditional shyness. She was 26, a beautiful girl from a semi-conservative town near Coimbatore. Her skin glowed like polished gold under the lights. The saree clung tightly to her sensational hourglass figure — full, firm breasts, a dramatically narrow waist, and wide, rounded hips that swayed gently with every step. Her long, jet-black straight hair, oiled and decorated with fresh jasmine flowers, flowed all the way down past her waist, almost reaching her thighs. She looked every bit the glamorous yet traditional Tamil bride.

Arjun’s heart pounded as he tied the mangalsutra around her neck and applied sindoor on her forehead. In that moment, she officially became his wife. But beneath his proud smile, a dark, powerful fantasy had already begun stirring — the fantasy he had hidden from everyone for years. The thought of other men desiring his beautiful wife, of her body being touched and used by someone else, sent a secret thrill through him.

The reception was grand, with hundreds of guests. Arjun noticed how many men — young and old — kept stealing glances at Meera. Her perfect figure in that traditional saree was impossible to ignore. He felt a twisted mix of pride and arousal. Meera, however, remained shy and modest, keeping her eyes mostly down, speaking softly only when spoken to.

Chapter 1.1 : The First Night 

The heavy wooden door of the honeymoon suite clicked shut behind them. The room was beautifully decorated — rose petals scattered across the large king-sized bed, soft golden fairy lights glowing around the headboard, and a faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood filling the air. A bottle of chilled wine and two glasses waited on the side table. Outside the window, the distant lights of Coimbatore twinkled softly.

Meera stood near the bed, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, eyes fixed on the floor. She was still wearing the heavy red and gold Kanjeevaram saree from the reception, though she had removed the heavy jewelry. Her long, jet-black straight hair, still decorated with fresh jasmine flowers at the ends, flowed like a silky river down her back, reaching well below her waist. Even after such a long, tiring day, she looked breathtaking.

Arjun locked the door and walked slowly towards her. At 30, he was taller and broader than her, his gym-built body filling the sherwani perfectly. He could see how nervous she was — her shoulders slightly hunched, cheeks flushed deep pink, and her full lips pressed together tightly.

“Meera…” he said gently, his voice low and warm. He lifted her chin with two fingers so she would look at him. Her big, kohl-lined eyes met his for a second before darting away again in pure shyness.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.