It was a warm Auckland evening when I first met them. I was at a quiet bar in Ponsonby, nursing a whiskey, when this Indian couple caught my eye. Raj was in his mid-30s, slim build, wearing a neat shirt and glasses—classic tech guy vibe. His wife Priya was stunning: petite, smooth brown skin, long dark hair, big expressive eyes, and a curvy figure hidden under a conservative salwar kameez. She kept her head down, barely speaking, cheeks flushing whenever someone looked her way.

We got talking. Raj was friendly, an IT professional who’d moved to New Zealand a few years ago. Priya worked from home, rarely went out. She was super shy—whispered hello, avoided eye contact, and clutched her husband’s arm the whole time.

Later that night, Raj pulled me aside. “Look, man… we’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time. Priya’s always been very traditional. Indian wife material, you know? But lately she’s been getting wet reading hotwife stories. She wants to try… but she’s terrified. Would you be interested in being her first bull?”

I smiled. “Only if she consents and we go slow. I want her dripping and begging by the end.”

A week later, we met at their apartment in central Auckland. Priya was nervous as hell—wearing a simple black dress that hugged her curves, but she kept pulling it down, blushing furiously. Raj poured drinks, and we chatted to loosen her up.

“Priya, tell him what you’ve been reading,” Raj said gently.

She stammered, eyes on the floor: “I… I read about wives who… who let other men fuck them while their husband watches.”

I sat closer. “And does that make your little Indian pussy wet, Priya?”

She nodded shyly, biting her lip.

That first night was all about breaking the ice. I kissed her neck while Raj watched from the chair. She trembled, small moans escaping as I slid my hand under her dress. Her panties were already soaked. Raj coached her: “It’s okay, baby. Let him touch you. Show him how wet you are for a real bull.”

We stripped her slowly. Her tits were perfect—full C-cups with dark nipples that hardened instantly when I sucked them. Priya gasped and hid her face, but her hips were grinding against my thigh. I fingered her tight, hairy Indian pussy until she came hard, shaking, whispering “Oh god… oh god…”

Raj smiled proudly. “Good girl. See? You can be a slut for him.”

Over the next couple of weeks, we trained her together. Session by session, her shyness started to melt. She learned to suck cock properly—kneeling between my legs while Raj held her hair gently and coached her: “Relax your throat, Priya. Be a good hotwife for him.” By the third session, she was taking me deeper, saliva dripping, looking up with those big doe eyes.

Then came the fucking. I took her missionary first—slow and deep while Raj held her hand. “Feel how much bigger he is than me, baby?” Raj whispered. Priya moaned loudly, legs wrapping around me as I stretched her married pussy. She came twice before I filled her with my cum, and Raj immediately went down to clean her up, licking my load out of her while she whimpered.

Raj had been planning something special to push her further. One Friday evening, he texted me: “Tonight we blindfold her. She thinks it’s just me and her playing. She has no idea you’re coming over. I want her to feel a stranger’s cock using her like a total slut without knowing it’s you at first. She’s ready for this next step.”

I arrived quietly while Raj had already started with her. Priya was on their bed, completely naked, blindfolded with a thick black silk scarf. Her hands were lightly tied to the headboard with soft restraints—nothing too tight, just enough to make her feel helpless. She was breathing fast, nipples hard, legs slightly spread. Raj had been teasing her pussy with his fingers, getting her dripping wet.

“Baby, tonight I’m going to use you however I want,” Raj said in a calm voice, but he winked at me. “No talking from you unless I ask. Just feel everything.”

Priya whimpered nervously but nodded. She was still so shy—even blindfolded, her cheeks were flushed deep red.

Raj motioned me over. I stripped silently and climbed onto the bed. I started by running my hands over her smooth brown thighs—bigger, rougher hands than Raj’s. Priya shivered. “Raj… your hands feel different tonight…” she whispered.

“Shhh,” Raj said, stroking her hair. “Just relax and be a good girl.”

I spread her legs wider and rubbed the thick head of my bull cock up and down her soaked Indian pussy lips. She gasped loudly when I pushed in—slow but firm—one deep thrust that buried half my length inside her tight married cunt.

“Ohhh fuck… Raj, you feel so much bigger tonight!” she moaned, her body arching.

I started fucking her properly—long, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce. I used her like a slut, gripping her hips hard, pounding deeper than Raj ever could. Priya was losing control fast, moaning louder than I’d ever heard her, her blindfolded head thrashing side to side.

Raj sat beside her, whispering encouragement while he played with her clit: “That’s it, Priya. Take it deep. You’re being such a dirty little wife tonight. Your pussy is gripping so tight… you love being used, don’t you?”

“Yes… yes… it feels so good… I’m your slut tonight…” she cried out, completely unaware it was the bull’s thick cock stretching her instead of her husband’s.

I flipped her onto all fours without warning. She yelped as I slammed back into her from behind, doggy style, spanking her round ass lightly at first, then harder. Her moans turned into desperate slutty cries: “Harder… please… fuck me harder!”

Raj grinned at me and fed his cock into her mouth to keep her quiet. Priya sucked him eagerly while I railed her pussy, using her married body like my personal fucktoy. She came hard—shaking, squirting a little for the first time—her blindfolded face buried in the pillow as I kept pounding through her orgasm.

Only after I filled her with a massive creampie did Raj remove the blindfold.

Priya blinked, confused and flushed, looking back at me with wide eyes. My cock was still inside her, cum leaking out. “Oh my god… it was you… the whole time?” she whispered, shocked but clearly turned on.

Raj kissed her forehead. “Yes, baby. I planned it. You got fucked like a real slut by the bull and you loved it. No more hiding. You’re our hotwife now.”

That night broke something open in her. After the blindfold session, Priya’s shyness melted away fast. She started initiating texts: “Raj and I need our bull again.” She began wearing slutty outfits, begging to be used, and proudly calling herself “your Indian slut wife.”

We continued training her—double penetration, public teasing in Auckland spots, making her swallow loads while Raj watched, even taking her to a swingers party later where she got passed around and loved every second.

The shy, conservative Indian wife was completely gone. Now Priya is a fully trained hotwife who craves being blindfolded, used, and filled by her bull while her husband plans every dirty detail.