This is the story of poor Carol Hendrick, a normal, healthy young woman with normal, healthy desires. Unfortunately, she followed the advice of her conservative parents and married Alan, who has a low sex drive and is unable to satisfy her. But Alan is aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with other men, so he suggests she become a Hotwife and start a relationship with a man who can serve as her Bull. This is not a novel-length story, unfolding in just 13 short chapters. In Chapter 1 we meet Bill, the man Alan and Carol select to satisfy her needs.
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I've always felt I'm an unusually lucky guy. I won the parent lottery; Mom and Dad were smart, caring, ambitious people. They loved me and made sure I got what I needed to mature into a smart, caring, ambitious person like them. Being born a white male in America was pure luck. I enjoyed learning, and my degree in electrical engineering helped me get an engaging job that paid very well. It's true that I worked hard for everything I got, but I don't pretend that luck isn't a big part of the reason I am happy and successful.
You could also say I've been lucky with women. As I approach my 30th birthday, I am happily single, and dating women I like and respect. They know I'm in no hurry to get married, and the ones who are looking for a husband learn pretty quickly that I'm a great boyfriend but not a prospective fiance. I dated one woman who tried pretty hard to get me to settle down with her, but she finally saw she needed to move on, and we parted on good terms.
Since there are a couple of women who like to spend time with me, I am never lacking in female companionship. I think women like me because I am fit, good looking, and successful, but one woman said she thought my most attractive quality was my confidence. She said that the first time I suggested we go to bed, I presented the idea in a way that implied no reasonable woman could possibly disagree. Is that how women define confidence? Or maybe I'm just lucky.
What does this have to do with my story? Let's start by agreeing that I was lucky to be friends with a coworker named Alan Hendrik. Alan was a vice president in our company's finance department. I worked on the tech side of the business, but I had regular contact with Alan because part of my job was to handle the budget for the engineers I supervised. Alan was smart, and funny, and we seemed to enjoy hearing about each other's wacky opinions. Sometimes when we met we'd have so much fun talking about football, or cars, or some other thing, we'd get so distracted we barely got any work done.
I was less acquainted with Alan's wife, Carol. Carol was an accountant who used to work for Alan, but they decided she should quit after they got married. Neither one of them wanted to deal with jealousy from other accountants who would surely think Carol got special treatment because she was married to the boss. Besides, Alan had a great salary, a big house, and a couple of nice cars; Carol's salary wasn't really needed. Still, I saw Carol a few times a year, when she'd come back to work as a consultant each time some new project overwhelmed Alan's staff. Carol is gorgeous. A real knock-out. I figured that Alan was lucky to have her. It wasn't until later that I learned they weren't as lucky as they seemed.
My education began one afternoon when Carol called my desk and asked me to come see her. I had no idea what she wanted to talk about, but there were plenty of possibilities. "Are there any specific files you need to see?" I asked. "No, nothing like that," Carol said. "I just need your feedback on something."
Fine. There was nothing unusual about anything she'd said so far. I picked up my laptop just in case I needed to consult some document, then headed over to the finance department. Carol led me to an empty conference room, closed the door behind me, and got down to business.
"Alan tells me you're a good guy," Carol said.
"He's being generous," I said. "That's one thing I like about Alan."
"Alan is usually correct about things like that," Carol said. "I've always liked you, Bill. We haven't spent much time together, but I've enjoyed what little time we've had. And I've always thought you were very good looking. I've always liked muscular guys, and it's pretty obvious that you spend time in the gym."
What the...? That was weird. Hearing another man's wife compliment my appearance threw me off balance. What was this conversation about? I wondered if she was about to proposition me, but that made no sense, because we barely knew each other. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.
Carol smiled. "Bill, there's no easy way to say this without just coming right out and saying it. Do you know what a cuck is?"
"Well, not really," I said. "I think a cuck is a man who is aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with another man. But that's all I know, and I'm not even sure of that. It's outside my experience."
"There's a lot more to it than that, but you're right. That's the basic definition of a cuck. What do you think of men like that?"
"Carol, I think it's a mistake to be judgemental about the sex lives of other people," I said. "As long as there are no victims, I think that consenting adults should feel free to do whatever they want. Actually, I'm pretty apathetic about things like that. I don't understand why some people get so upset about the private behavior of adults. For me, I can't begin to describe the enormity of the damn I do not give."
It took a second, but then Carol began to laugh. "Alan said you have a nice sense of humor," she said.
"I think Alan just has low standards," I said. This made Carol laugh again.
"I'll just get to it, Bill. People look at me and Alan and imagine we're the happiest people in the world. We seem to have perfect lives. But we are not happy. Not at all.
"Bill, Alan is a cuck. We've never done anything about that, and the result is that he's not happy with me, and I'm not happy with him. We love each other, but a marriage needs more than that. It needs passion, and we just don't have any."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Carol. You both deserve to be happy."
"Do you see where this conversation is going, Bill?"
I thought I did, but I wasn't sure. "It would be best if you just told me," I said.
"Alan and I both think we'd be happier if you'd agree to be my boyfriend. My Bull," Carol said. "God, that sounds so weird. But that's basically it. I find you to be very attractive, and I'd appreciate it if you'd give this idea some thought. I hope I'm not offending you. Bill, I wouldn't ask you this if I wasn't getting desperate. But my marriage is at stake. I don't know what else to do. We need help from someone. You are our first choice. I hope you'll at least try it. If it doesn't work for you, we'll all still be friends."
This sounded very strange to me. I thought it was risky agreeing to have sex with the wife of a top executive at the company where we both worked. But Alan and I were in different divisions. There were no obvious ways he could retaliate against me if he became upset about something. Besides, I'm one of the top engineers, and everybody knows it. My job is pretty secure.
But the main response I had was an overwhelming desire to try it. Carol was a stunning, sexy beauty offering to have no-strings sex on an ongoing basis. What kind of man would I be if I wasn't intrigued? None of the women I dated were pushing for an exclusive relationship. I didn't see that I had anything to lose.
"Carol, my head is spinning right now," I said. "You are such an attractive woman that I'm tempted to just jump up in the air and agree to do whatever you want. But can I think about it for a while? I'm a little concerned about how something like this could affect my standing at the company if Alan decided he didn't like it."
"Of course, Bill. Take all the time you want. Alan and I thought you might be concerned about that. Let me show you something. It's a recording Alan made for you."
Carol pulled out her cell phone and began playing a video. It showed Alan looking into the camera.
"Hi buddy," Alan said. "I'm guessing you feel pretty surprised right now. I'll bet that when you got up this morning you didn't think anything like this would happen today. Carol and I want you to know we are in complete agreement about this. It was my idea. We need help, buddy. My wife isn't happy, and neither am I. We spent some time looking for a guy online, and it was a complete disaster - one greasy perv after another. I don't want my wife spending time with that kind of guy. She needs a better kind of man - someone like you. So just in case there's any doubt, I promise you that Carol and I both want this to happen. I hope you agree."
Wow.
"While you're thinking about it, I got something you might want to read," Carol said. She reached into her purse and withdrew a small book with a baffling title:
How to be the Perfect Bull.
"This tells you what other people think about this kind of relationship," she said. "Lots of people do this. It's not exactly common, but it's not rare either. Alan isn't a freak. And neither am I. We're just two people looking for an answer to our problem."
I took the little book home and read it in one sitting. Very interesting. Learned a lot. The term "cuck" comes from the biological term "cuckoldry" which is a kind of very sneaky behavior of some fish, birds and insects. There are several types, but the simplest example involves male birds who mate with females who are bonded to some other male. This means the bonded pair work together to raise offspring that are not related to the hapless husband bird.
Lots of species engage in this kind of stuff. And everybody knows that humans do it all the time; when people began doing genetic tests to find out about their ancestry, lots of grown children discovered that they aren't genetically related to the person they'd always called "Dad." Oops! Busted, Mom!
But usually the word "cuck" refers to someone like Alan, who isn't looking for a guy to knock up his wife. For whatever reason, he is aroused by the idea of another man taking cute little Carol to bed. He has no control over his desires. The heart wants what it wants.
