Asterius & Elysia

I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, adjusting the delicate golden beads I had woven into the braided tendrils of my dark hair, I couldn't shake the nerves fluttering in the pit of my stomach. Marcus, my husband, sat downstairs, unaware of the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me.

Over the past months He had become enamored with the tantalizing world of "Hot Wife" pornography, a fascination that left me feeling uncertain. At first I indulged him. We'd watch the videos together and I could see how aroused he'd get. Particularly with videos about a "hot wife" as she got fucked by her first bull. But as time went on, I found myself increasingly uncomfortable.

Marcus would openly fantasize about me sharing my body with other men. I was happy with my life as is. My husband, clearly wasn't. Eventually he wore away at my resolve. Finally I gave in.

"Alright, you win," I had said to him one night, "I'll do it." But I laid down some ground rules.

He could pick the guy - I had no interest in that hunt. But our first meeting would be purely social, a polite dinner. Me and him. I didn't want Marcus there to try and force me into a sudden decision.

I expected Marcus to be upset that he wasn't going to be there, but acted like I had just offered him a second Christmas. It only took him a few days to find a candidate. Within a week they set up the dinner date -- and tonight was the night.

With a deep breath, I fastened the bodice around my breasts, the Wasp-waist corset cinching my figure. Hoop earrings swayed gently as I moved, bangles adorning my wrists with a delicate jingle. My sandals whispered against the wooden floor as I made my way downstairs,

I hoped the heavy black eyeliner framed my eyes and gave me that air of mystery.

Marcus was sitting on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as I entered the room, his eyes widening in appreciation. "Wow, Elysia" he said, "you look incredible."

I blushed, a flutter of excitement coursing through me. "Thank you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Did you order the car?" I asked.

"Yes, it should be here soon," he replied. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we waited for the car to arrive.

"I'm to meet him at the restaurant at 8pm" I said. "Expect me home by 9-9:30, depending on traffic".

The phone chimed that my car was here. I gave my husband a peck on the cheek and left. I walked out of the house, feeling both nervous and excited. The evening breeze was cool against my caramel skin, and on it I could smell a coming rain.

As the car glided through the city streets, I found myself lost in a sea of conflicting emotions. The streetlights blurred into streaks of gold and amber as my thoughts blurred in the darkness of the car's interior. I remember my trembling hands, and the delicate beads in my braided hair catching the dim glow of passing headlights.

Marcus's insistence on diving headfirst into the world of "Hot Wife" fantasies has left me feeling adrift. I replayed the arguments we had, the pleading in his eyes as he begged me to indulge this desire. Now here I was, on my way to meet a man he had chosen for me. As the car pulled up to the restaurant, I took a deep breath and exited the vehicle.

The restaurant was a classy establishment, with dim lighting and plush seating. I walked through the doors, feeling the eyes of the patrons on me as I made my way to the bar.

My senses were teased by the mingling scents of spices and anticipation. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me as I laid eyes upon my date for the evening.

Asterius was a sight to behold. His towering height and broad shoulders were accentuated by his impeccable attire, a crisp white shirt and tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame in all the right places. a figure straight out of myth and legend. Literally.

Asterius was not a man. I was staring at creature of ancient myth, the body of a man but with the head of a pure white bull. Horns and all.

I felt my heart skip a beat as he turned to face me, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Elysia," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "It's nice to meet you."

"Minotaur's are not real," I said out loud.

Asterius's surprise flickered across his features as I shook his hand, a hint of amusement dancing in his deep, dark eyes. "You're perceptive," he remarked, his voice a rich baritone that resonated with a magnetic allure.

"Most people wouldn't recognize what I am at first glance."

There was a quiet confidence to Asterius, a self-assuredness that ignited a spark of longing deep within me. He had a kind of sensuality that I've never experienced before. I felt a surge of courage, and I decided to press on.

"I'm not most people," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart.

"You're not," he replied, his gaze lingering on me in a way that made my skin tingle.

"So, Marcus tells me you're new to this," he said, his voice low and intimate. I nodded, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I've never done anything like this before," I admitted.

"Does Marcus know... w-what you are," I asked "Who... I mean..."

"No, I don't think so" he said. "Minotaur's, Fae, Satyrs, and others you call 'myths' have always walked among you humans," he explained, "But most of you are too caught up in your own lives to notice."

"So, you're not a myth?" I asked. "No more than you," he said with a wry smile. "a married woman as beautiful as you, interested in this kind of life" he added, his eyes raking over my body in a way that made me feel both vulnerable and desired. "...that makes you a unicorn in my book"

"Are unicorns real too?" I asked excitedly before getting his little joke.

We talked more over a light meal. I asked about how the stories of the Minotaur said he ate people. He suggested that was an artistic allusion to a minotaur's sexual appetite, not a physical one. "I'm a vegetarian, in fact" he added ordering a light salad.

We had a pleasant conversation about Greek legend over a light meal, and as the last traces of dinner were cleared away, Asterius asked if I'd stay for a drink, and I find myself nodding.

"I'd love to," I said, my voice a bit shaky. He ordered us a bottle of wine and we sat in the quiet corner of the bar, sipping our drinks and talking about everything under the sun.

Asterius's laugh was deep and infectious, a sound that sent a thrill racing down my spine. My phone buzzed softly in my clutch. I looked and saw it was a message from Marcus.

For a fleeting moment, I considered ignoring the message. But before I could make a decision, Asterius broke through the silence, his words laced with a hint of mischief. "You should reply,"

"I think your husband would like to know how the date is going. I would too..." as he placed his hand on my bare leg beneath the table, sending a shiver of anticipation racing down my spine. I blushed, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"Y-yes, I should," I stammered, my fingers trembling as I typed out a quick reply. "Everything's good," I wrote, my heart pounding in my chest. "We're having a great time."

"Oh, a great time?" Asterius asked, his hand sliding higher up my leg, "We better make sure that's the truth" his thick fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I bit down on my lower lip to stifle a gasp as his fingers traced delicate patterns over my panties. All thought of Marcus and the life waiting for me beyond the confines of this restaurant faded into insignificance.

I reached out, my fingers trembling with anticipation, and grazed his pants,

Feeling the bulge of his cock through the fabric. "I think you're right," I said, my voice low and husky with desire. "We should make sure that everything is going great.".

Taking that as consent, Aster's thick finger slipped below my panties to the cleft between my thighs, and slid into me. I moaned, my body arching towards him. "Oh god," I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed as he alternated circling my clit and slipping in and out of me.

"I know that this was supposed to be only a social meeting. But, I booked a room for the night across the street - just in case". He said.

I nodded, my body aching for more. "Yes," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Let's go to the room."

As we stepped out into the cool night air, a gentile rain was starting to fall. Aster took my hand in his and held his coat over me as we hurried across the street to the hotel. I was giddy. Partly from the wine, but mostly from the hedonistic lust.

As we waited for the elevator, the weight of that desire began to hang heavy in the air. A nagging sense of betrayal in the recess of my mind. Marcus's face flashing before my eyes, his gaze haunting me.

But as soon as the elevator doors slid open, I allowed myself to be swept away by the allure of Asterius's touch.

He pressed me against the wall of the elevator, his hot breath huffing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. With a surge of desire, I slid a hand into the Minotaur's slacks, feeling the heat of his cock throbbing beneath my touch. A low growl escaped his lips.

"You're a minx, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. I nodded, my eyes wide with anticipation. "I want to be your bad girl," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

As we reached our floor, Asterius effortlessly scooped me over his shoulder like a ragdoll. I felt like a captured princess being hauled through the labyrinth, my heart pounding as he navigated the dimly lit hallway in search of the right room.

Asterius finally found the right door and swiped the room card, opening the door with a soft click.

He gently lowered me to the ground. With a tender touch, he brushed a braid of hair from my face, his fingers tracing the contours of my cheek with reverence. "Do you want this?" his voice a whisper against the backdrop of the night sky.

"Yes" I said. There was crack of lightning out the window following my decision. The gentle rain breaking into a storm.

Once inside the hotel room, I began to strip myself before the Minotaur. One by one the layers fell away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in the glow of the storm, my heart pounding with anticipation, bared to the depths of my desire.

Asterius's long tongue flicked out, tracing a tantalizing path across my exposed breasts, sending shivers through me.

I let out a soft moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to explore me with his tongue. He sucked on my nipples, teasing them with his teeth until they were hard and aching for more.

I reached out and grabbed his wide horns, guiding his head down to my aching pussy. With a hunger in his eyes, Asterius obeyed my silent command, his tongue eagerly seeking out my swollen clit.

With precision, his tongue swirled around, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I writhed beneath him as he plunged his impossibly long thick tongue into me, curling it to hit my G-spot with an ease unknown to human men. His hands cupped my ass and without effort he stood, lifting me off the bed.

With a shuddering gasp, I felt the first waves of orgasm wash over me. My body bucked against his face, my pussy clenching around his tongue as he continued to lick and suck at me. I cried out in pleasure, my fingers locked around his horns as he brought me to my completion.

As I came down from my orgasmic high, Asterius lowered me to eye level, his face glistening with my juices. He smiled at me, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire.

Eager to return the favor, I dropped down and reached out to unzip his pants. Wondering what would his penis look like? a bull's or a human's? I was met with a sharp slap across the face as his scarlet cock sprang forth, throbbing with anticipation and dripping pre-cum.

As I laughed at my mishap then gasped as I gazed at it.

"Oh my"

To my relief, its shape was more reminiscent of a man's, albeit larger. Its base blended seamlessly with Asterius's own pale skin, gradually transitioning to a deep, rich red hue towards the mushroom head.

The veins bulged prominently along its length, pulsing with the Minotaur's arousal. Each throb of his cock, caused a bead of clear fluid to ooze from the tip. A hunger built in me as I leaned forward to take him into my mouth.

With a moan, I began to suckle on the tip of his cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head. His pre-cum carried a tangy sweetness, a tantalizing flavor that danced on my tongue and left me craving more. Asterius's hands tangled in my hair. I had a strange vision of myself as a kitten being bottle fed.

The skin of his cock was velvety soft against my lips, warm and pulsating with each throb of his arousal. I breathed in the heady musky scent of him.

His hands tightened in my hair, guiding me deeper onto his cock. I moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through his body. The realization dawning on both of us that he was much larger than what I was used to.

With a sense of determination, I abandoned the attempt to deep-throat him and instead used my hands to stroke his cock, feeling its throbbing length pulsate beneath my touch.

Asterius's encouragement spurred me on, his voice a low rumble of approval that sent a surge of warmth coursing through me. "Get it good and wet, Elysia. We'll need that." he said

The command sent a shiver of anticipation racing down my spine. I obediently complied, getting his cock good and wet with my eager mouth.

Once he was covered in my slobber I laid back on the bed. And then with a deep breath I spread my legs wide, offering myself up to the Minotaur.

Asterius began to strip off his clothes, reviling his broad muscular chest and arms covered in blue and golden tattoos. Swirling patterns of a maze.

I traced a path up one arm as I thought how this is what Marcus had asked me to do. I think that if he was there that night however he would have chickened out. I imagine he would have dragged me kicking and screaming from that hotel room.

I looked into the Minotaur's eyes and said "make me yours"

Asterius's eyes darkened with desire as he positioned himself between my legs. His cock, slick and glistening from my mouth, rested against the entrance of my pussy.

With a surprisingly gentle pressure, he eased himself into me. I was overtaken by the sensation of being stretched and filled,

I can't explain that feeling of being completely claimed by this magnificent creature. He moved slowly. Allowing me to adjust to his girth. Holding himself still whenever we reached the border between pleasure and pain.

Easing himself into me inch by inch, his movements slow and deliberate. He seemed to savor the feeling of my pussy stretching around his cock, the way I gasped and moaned as he filled me.

Once Asterius was fully inside me, his bulk looming over me, he planted his massive arms on either side of my body and waited. I was impaled on his cock, consumed by a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his cock, the veins throbbing against my sensitive walls. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and incredibly arousing.

I was filled to the brim with his cock, my pussy stretched to its limits. It was a feeling of complete and utter submission, of being owned. He held still, waiting for something. I realized suddenly what it was.

I had to ask for it. "Please" I begged, my voice a breathless whisper. "Please fuck me."

The words tumbled from my lips in a desperate plea, he responded with a primal growl of approval. With a swift motion, he pulled back and then thrusted forward, driving his cock deep into me with an intensity that left me gasping for air.

That's all it took. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidalwave of ecstasy crashed over me in a single, electrifying stroke. I came immediately, my body convulsing with the force of of a thunderclap, leaving me a trembling ragdoll in its wake.

In that moment, there was no husband at home, no hotel room, no me. Only my Bull's cock.

As I became self-aware again, tears streamed down my face, the heavy black mascara everywhere. The source of the tears were a mystery even to me. Asterius had stopped and pulled entirely out of me. Worried he had hurt me.

I told him I wasn't hurt. Wiping the tears I reassured him that I was fine. I told him he was beautiful, I reached up and kissed him. I told him I they were tears of joy.

Then I rolled over onto my belly, I arched my back and pushed my ass into the air, offering myself up to him completely. With a voice filled with longing, I told him to fuck me. I told him to cum inside me, to claim me as his own.

He didn't need to be told twice. Asterius entered me once more, driving himself deep into my waiting heat. He thrust into me again and again, his cock pounding into my pussy with an unrelenting force that left me gasping for air.

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he plunged into me with a primal intensity.

And then, the moment of release was upon us. With a final, primal growl of pleasure, I felt his cock ripple, then swell and discharge deep into me. I had a rolling climax as each pump of his essence painted my insides.

As we lay there, spent and sated, I had a vision of the storm clouds outside parting and everything in my life clicking into place.

I knew that I had to write all of this down. Before I lost my way again.

You see Marcus. I have to admit. I was wrong and you were right.

I do love the "Hot Wife" way of life.

I just don't think I'll be doing it as _your_ "Hot Wife".

- Love Elysia