We first crossed paths by pure chance at a casino a year before this was filmed. He knew I filmed with other men and wanted our fun kept off camera. Then he admitted something interesting: documenting his "conquests" was part of the thrill for him.

Cute. He thought he was the hunter.

After our first documented Hotwife Diary encounter, I figured this confident cub would've caught on by now: I'm the hunter. He's the prey.

So when we met again, the cameras came out and my little "taming process" began. What started as a playful battle for control turned into one of those completely spontaneous encounters that reminds me why we document these adventures in the first place.

Then, about three-quarters of the way through, everything changed. Hubby decided he wasn't staying behind the camera anymore.

No discouraging him. He'd been watching long enough and came in with a mission of his own. Suddenly my one-on-one cub hunt became something neither of us planned.

And that's what makes this video different.

This wasn't a polished studio production. It was an impromptu, BTS-style Hotwife Diary adventure where we all got so caught up that I completely forgot I still needed that hotel room presentable for filming later.

The room didn't survive unscathed. Neither did I. He left my pussy just as messy as the room.

The cub came looking for another conquest. Instead, he found out what happens when the Brazilian Hotwife Cub Hunter chooses her prey, and hubby decides to join the hunt.