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The one thing that I was not expecting when entering the cuckold lifestyle was the many different roads this path leads down. I had never really considered the “Bull”’s role in this. If you are considering this as a real and conscious decision in your relationship, please plan to look extensively for the right Bull. A lot of times in relationships, it’s hard to find the right person. Here, you are looking for the right person for two different people and it will take you some time. Get a good Bull that is interested in you and her and the rewards are very intense. Make sure he uinderstands the lifestyle and what is exactly going on here. Many times in movies or still shots, I see way more black Bulls than whites. I’m not sure why this is. I think it may have to do with stereotyping and also due to the flagrant difference of skin color that accentuates who is who. My first wife and mine’s Bull was white. I highly suggest considering a white Bull. In my experience, they seem to bit a bit more patient and a bit more cerebral in their role in this circumstance. It’s all a matter of choice, of course, and I can only convey what I have experienced.
My first wife and I were quite
adventurous sexually. We pillow talked about her making love with another man. She was really, really good looking (she was in to beauty pageants and had a cabinet full of trophies and tiaras). She was very confident during sex and a bit twisted, like me. She would dominate me during intimacy quite often, much to my enjoyment. Inside of this excited domination scene, she would spank and use her strap on sometimes. We would also lay and make-out in the backyard during summer dressed in bathing suits. Sometimes, she would start out by putting her leg on top of mine. While French kissing, she would stop and stare me in the eye and she would begin wetting on me. We were both very quiet and very still during this and the sounds are really what I remember. And the deep stare in to each other’s eyes. In retrospect, it kinda sounds dumb but it was very, very intimate at the time. When that happened, and it was always her choice when it did, that was a definitive sign and we would go inside after she was finished and we were both pretty sloppy. I remember that those sessions always had breast-feeding episodes, followed by me "licking mommy's ass" while she purred contently. So .. the stage was set in our sex lives. There was a good bedrock there before we decided to move in this direction.
She admitted over dinner one evening (NOT pillow talk) that she had found someone at work she wanted to have sex with. This is the key, guys. When your wife brings up the subject NOT in a sexual situation, she is ready. This was kinda “out of the blue” in the flow of the conversation, abrupt and said very matter-of-factly. I remember feeling kinda sick to my stomach when she said this. I questioned her about it and about him. It seemed like her talks with him were pretty progressed and pretty detailed because, according to her, he was quite interested in this. That was kind of embarrassing because this was my first time in a cuckolding situation. I’d come to find out how important this was because it was real and it was exact and intimate and it was communication. According to her, he very much wanted this and he understood it. And she told me she wanted it too. She explained to me that he helped her understand me and why, as her husband, I needed this. That’s very different than what you read around here. The Bull actually took the time to explain to my wife why I needed this and actually defended my needs and helped her understand and be comfortable with this. The conversation got more involved between her and I and she told me that she had been exact in details about our life, our marriage and how she wanted to do this for me because she felt I needed it. Cuckolding is not all about hatred and meanness and abject submission beyond human belief. Well, maybe stories accounts and stories around here are but I’m talking about when it is real. Some of those things in movies or around this cuckolds.com site, people would be committing suicide if these things were real. Take it with a grain of salt and consider it entertainment. What I’m about to tell you is not a hardcore humiliation with no redeeming value whatsoever. It’s something my first wife and her new lover were interested in doing and I was the cuckold. Therefore, there was some very sweet humiliation by their design (not mine) but it wasn’t something that was heartless. In fact, I thought it was very loving. After our discussion at the dinner table, we decided to go forward mostly because he seemed like an outstanding candidate for the role of “Bull”.
So, we arranged for him to come over one Friday evening. A striking Tom Selleck looking man, he was about 6'4" (white, like us) and he obviously worked out. He looked very powerful, he really did. Obviously, how pretty my wife was didn’t hurt any. Probably didn’t hurt that she had 36 DD’s either! Anyways, my wife had fixed dinner and we sat down to eat. We started to talk in depth and he was actually a very nice guy. Now, from my perspective, I knew what was going to happen that evening but I didn’t know how much he knew or how it was going to get started. I was snapped back to reality of who he was and what he was there for by my wife through various flagrant actions that were not sexual. Such as, this guy was a pretty big man and he ate pretty quickly. We were having steak and "Tom" had finished his and asked if there was more. Mine was about half eaten. My wife picked up my plate and scooted all of my food on to his plate. He smiled at me and then he finished my meal. I sat speechless and just kinda stared as I guess I was done. They both looked at me in the eye very directly to let me know that this was purposeful. The sexual excitement really started to spark when they would talk about things and just stare at each other. I would say something but it was like it was never said. They just continued their conversation as if my input was insignificant. The table was definitely set far before any sex started.
After dinner, we adjourned to the living room. My wife had rented a videotape which she inserted in the player. I didn’t know it was porn, I just thought it was some movie. It had, obviously, already been played and taken out in the middle of a scene because it just abruptly went in to a woman moaning in ecstasy. It cut through the silence of the room with a harsh volume. As the tape played, my wife sauntered across the room, right past me, and went to sit next to Tom on the love seat. It didn’t happen right away but after about five minutes, Tom moved a little and scooted forward and I looked over to see one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Tom turned and began to kiss my wife. They pretty involved in making out for a few minutes but she stopped him. She got up, came to me, French kissed me and then took off her wedding rings and gave them to me. She then returned to the couch. Things progressed pretty quick after that statement and once Tom's pants got unzipped, he scooped her up and in to our bedroom they went. I followed behind. It was not as passionate as the living room once we were in the bedroom. It was much more sexual and role-playing. She had very obviously described to Tom our sex life and the intimate nature it involved. Tom said for me to remove all of my clothes and stand next to the bed, which I did. Being naked before my wife and her boyfriend was odd and he made it out to be a little longer than I was comfortable with. They were still clothed, not kissing but just looking at me as she lay on his chest. Tom then instructed Liz to get up and take her clothes off and rejoin him in the bed. When she did so she started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. He was already unzipped part of the way but when she put her hand down there, Tom summoned me to him as he stood up off the bed. He told me in a fairly stern voice to undress him. Kind of odd, I thought. I got on my knees and undid his belt and helped him off with his pants. At this point, I thought some homosexual activity might be ****** on me, but it wasn't. He did ask me after helping to remove his underwear if I would like to get his cock "ready" to fuck his wife. I told him I wasn't really in to that and he said ok and climbed back in to bed .....
The one thing that I was not expecting when entering the cuckold lifestyle was the many different roads this path leads down. I had never really considered the “Bull”’s role in this. If you are considering this as a real and conscious decision in your relationship, please plan to look extensively for the right Bull. A lot of times in relationships, it’s hard to find the right person. Here, you are looking for the right person for two different people and it will take you some time. Get a good Bull that is interested in you and her and the rewards are very intense. Make sure he uinderstands the lifestyle and what is exactly going on here. Many times in movies or still shots, I see way more black Bulls than whites. I’m not sure why this is. I think it may have to do with stereotyping and also due to the flagrant difference of skin color that accentuates who is who. My first wife and mine’s Bull was white. I highly suggest considering a white Bull. In my experience, they seem to bit a bit more patient and a bit more cerebral in their role in this circumstance. It’s all a matter of choice, of course, and I can only convey what I have experienced.
My first wife and I were quite
adventurous sexually. We pillow talked about her making love with another man. She was really, really good looking (she was in to beauty pageants and had a cabinet full of trophies and tiaras). She was very confident during sex and a bit twisted, like me. She would dominate me during intimacy quite often, much to my enjoyment. Inside of this excited domination scene, she would spank and use her strap on sometimes. We would also lay and make-out in the backyard during summer dressed in bathing suits. Sometimes, she would start out by putting her leg on top of mine. While French kissing, she would stop and stare me in the eye and she would begin wetting on me. We were both very quiet and very still during this and the sounds are really what I remember. And the deep stare in to each other’s eyes. In retrospect, it kinda sounds dumb but it was very, very intimate at the time. When that happened, and it was always her choice when it did, that was a definitive sign and we would go inside after she was finished and we were both pretty sloppy. I remember that those sessions always had breast-feeding episodes, followed by me "licking mommy's ass" while she purred contently. So .. the stage was set in our sex lives. There was a good bedrock there before we decided to move in this direction.
She admitted over dinner one evening (NOT pillow talk) that she had found someone at work she wanted to have sex with. This is the key, guys. When your wife brings up the subject NOT in a sexual situation, she is ready. This was kinda “out of the blue” in the flow of the conversation, abrupt and said very matter-of-factly. I remember feeling kinda sick to my stomach when she said this. I questioned her about it and about him. It seemed like her talks with him were pretty progressed and pretty detailed because, according to her, he was quite interested in this. That was kind of embarrassing because this was my first time in a cuckolding situation. I’d come to find out how important this was because it was real and it was exact and intimate and it was communication. According to her, he very much wanted this and he understood it. And she told me she wanted it too. She explained to me that he helped her understand me and why, as her husband, I needed this. That’s very different than what you read around here. The Bull actually took the time to explain to my wife why I needed this and actually defended my needs and helped her understand and be comfortable with this. The conversation got more involved between her and I and she told me that she had been exact in details about our life, our marriage and how she wanted to do this for me because she felt I needed it. Cuckolding is not all about hatred and meanness and abject submission beyond human belief. Well, maybe stories accounts and stories around here are but I’m talking about when it is real. Some of those things in movies or around this cuckolds.com site, people would be committing suicide if these things were real. Take it with a grain of salt and consider it entertainment. What I’m about to tell you is not a hardcore humiliation with no redeeming value whatsoever. It’s something my first wife and her new lover were interested in doing and I was the cuckold. Therefore, there was some very sweet humiliation by their design (not mine) but it wasn’t something that was heartless. In fact, I thought it was very loving. After our discussion at the dinner table, we decided to go forward mostly because he seemed like an outstanding candidate for the role of “Bull”.
So, we arranged for him to come over one Friday evening. A striking Tom Selleck looking man, he was about 6'4" (white, like us) and he obviously worked out. He looked very powerful, he really did. Obviously, how pretty my wife was didn’t hurt any. Probably didn’t hurt that she had 36 DD’s either! Anyways, my wife had fixed dinner and we sat down to eat. We started to talk in depth and he was actually a very nice guy. Now, from my perspective, I knew what was going to happen that evening but I didn’t know how much he knew or how it was going to get started. I was snapped back to reality of who he was and what he was there for by my wife through various flagrant actions that were not sexual. Such as, this guy was a pretty big man and he ate pretty quickly. We were having steak and "Tom" had finished his and asked if there was more. Mine was about half eaten. My wife picked up my plate and scooted all of my food on to his plate. He smiled at me and then he finished my meal. I sat speechless and just kinda stared as I guess I was done. They both looked at me in the eye very directly to let me know that this was purposeful. The sexual excitement really started to spark when they would talk about things and just stare at each other. I would say something but it was like it was never said. They just continued their conversation as if my input was insignificant. The table was definitely set far before any sex started.
After dinner, we adjourned to the living room. My wife had rented a videotape which she inserted in the player. I didn’t know it was porn, I just thought it was some movie. It had, obviously, already been played and taken out in the middle of a scene because it just abruptly went in to a woman moaning in ecstasy. It cut through the silence of the room with a harsh volume. As the tape played, my wife sauntered across the room, right past me, and went to sit next to Tom on the love seat. It didn’t happen right away but after about five minutes, Tom moved a little and scooted forward and I looked over to see one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Tom turned and began to kiss my wife. They pretty involved in making out for a few minutes but she stopped him. She got up, came to me, French kissed me and then took off her wedding rings and gave them to me. She then returned to the couch. Things progressed pretty quick after that statement and once Tom's pants got unzipped, he scooped her up and in to our bedroom they went. I followed behind. It was not as passionate as the living room once we were in the bedroom. It was much more sexual and role-playing. She had very obviously described to Tom our sex life and the intimate nature it involved. Tom said for me to remove all of my clothes and stand next to the bed, which I did. Being naked before my wife and her boyfriend was odd and he made it out to be a little longer than I was comfortable with. They were still clothed, not kissing but just looking at me as she lay on his chest. Tom then instructed Liz to get up and take her clothes off and rejoin him in the bed. When she did so she started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. He was already unzipped part of the way but when she put her hand down there, Tom summoned me to him as he stood up off the bed. He told me in a fairly stern voice to undress him. Kind of odd, I thought. I got on my knees and undid his belt and helped him off with his pants. At this point, I thought some homosexual activity might be ****** on me, but it wasn't. He did ask me after helping to remove his underwear if I would like to get his cock "ready" to fuck his wife. I told him I wasn't really in to that and he said ok and climbed back in to bed .....
